Threeshot! (really long: WARNING IF YOU GET BORED EASILY AND DISTRACTED) If you're waiting on the next chapter for Therapy Sessions...I kinda sorta got a little case of writer's block. DON'T WORRY. I'm half way through the chapter and I've been doing oneshots and complete stories to help clear my head and fill it with better ideas. I really like writing romance oneshots. They cute in my angle lol. But anyway, Enjoy! :)

Aceblade774 (full name XD)

Another one bites the dust! The mantra inside Incineroar's head pumped up louder and he was getting quite sick of it. But the amount of times he was smashing Mr Game & Watch and Metaknight was just pure insanity. It was a duo match. Kirby and Incineroar verses Metaknight and Mr Game & Watch. It was quite clear that Kirby and Incineroar were going to win, they were always the favorites. And this was because...

They were prodigies.

AFTER THE MATCH

Kirby and Incineroar celebrated with a huge mug of an alcoholic beverage after their match. It was only for the Duo's Tournament and the two best friends had been matched RANDOMLY. This sparked a colossal amount of complaints but the smash authorities had reassured everyone that it was absolute pure luck. Incineroar didn't think so. The authorities only really cared about the prodigies. They didn't even care about Mario who was even better than a prodigy. He was an Imperium (a long-time prodigy). The smash authorities were like tyrants. But no one could stop them otherwise they would tell Master Hand. It was because of the smash authorities that nobody lived in the Smash Mansion. It was because of the smash authorities that some people had quit smashing. Incineroar hated it. He wanted to stop them but they could make his life miserable. They could ruin his win-streak and smash career or worse, lose his classification as a prodigy. It was only a matter of time before they pulled a weak smasher off the roster. Incineroar was concerned that Steve & Alex were gonners. They had a long loss-streak and no on seemed to give them votes for tournaments anymore. Incineroar could tell they were probably terrified. He took a chug from his mug and sat down on a bar stool. The bartender wandered over to him.

"Ah the famous Incineroar is it? An honour to meet ya," the bartender smiled as he scrubbed down a mug with a dirty cloth. Incineroar gave off a slight smile and nodded before it mixed into his dullness. "Aye what's up? I just saw on the ol' box you got a win! Why ya down in the dumps?" he said leaning his elbow onto the wooden bar bench that stretched all the way around the upstairs bar. It was completely empty apart from the bartender and Incineroar. Everyone was partying downstairs. "It's just so repetitive you know? I don't want to sound "self-absorbed" but the continuity of smashes is just...huge." Incineroar rubbed the back of his neck. The bartender nodded. "I know how ya feel. I was a smasher back in the day. A Mii smasher. I got so good that one day I was classified as a prodigy." Incineroar's ears flicked up. "You were a prodigy?!" He said, lifting his immense body off the chair. "Indeed! It was quite clear I'd never be an Imperium but hey! Prodigy is a good honour!" the bartender chuckled. Incineroar was amused. "What was your powers?" "I was a brawler m'boy! A brawler. Now I don't want to sound "self-absorbed" but everyone ADORED me! I had autographs galore!" more chuckles from the bartender. Incineroar grinned. This was so cool! Then the bartender's smile faded. "But one day, the smash authorities introduced another Mii Smasher. The swordfighter. I battled him. I lost. The smash authorities thought something was wrong with me. So they declassified me as a prodigy." The bartender hung his head. Incineroar scrunched up his face. "After one game?!" "Yep. I didn't think much of it until my losing streaks started to reappear. Then the authorities removed me from the roster." Incineroar was enraged. After one match he was declassified? This was insane! "I miss my smash career." He said in a husky voice. "Those were the days my friend. Those were the days." Just then, the bar door from the stairs slid open.

Incineroar and the bartender turned around to see who it was. Lucario waddled in. "Lucario! Come! Sit down!" the bartender urged Lucario over to Incineroar. She still slowly staggered over. When she reached the seat, she nodded at Incineroar and turned to the bartender. "Can I get a pint please?" The bartender looked shocked. "Just a pint? Usually you go for more!" the bartender looked sorrowful. Lucario leant her head onto her resting arm on the bench. "I lost today. I was so close but then the win just slipped out of my grasp." Incineroar felt sorry for Lucario and wished she'd feel better after the pint. "Ouch, kiddo. Sorry to here that. But Mr. "Hot-shot" Incineroar over here got a win!" the bartender showed Lucario. She nodded slightly, as if to say "Cool. Great. Amazing." Inceneroar was good at reading minds. He was also offeneded at the "Hot-shot" remark. He liked being a prodigy but not when people went overboard with it. Just then, the phone in the back room started to ring. "Oop! That'll be Shulk's reservation. After a double win, he thinks it's amazing! Renting the whole top floor! Be back in a bit." the bartender snickered, scurrying off. Lucario took a sip of her pint. "Sooo...what's up with you? I thought you won a game." Lucario said. Incineroar admired her bravery to start up a conversation. "It's just the hardship of being a prodigy. Most of the time hey, it's awesome! But when it comes to the times where you're battling the biggest match of your life and there is so much pressure piled onto your shoulders to win all because you have this dumb 'title' it gets annoying." Lucario narrowed her eyes to the floor. Then she looked up at Incineroar confused. "But didn't you battle Mr Game & Watch and Metaknight? They shant be that hard to verse." Incineroar looked at the shelving of wine glasses infront of him. "It's hypothetical. And even when it's easy smashers, there's still so much pressure to win." Lucario kept her lips straight. "Sorry to hear that. But there's a little suburb tournament coming up in the Meadow Kingdom. It's a remote community and they can hardly afford to keep the tournament on TV. I'd like to help so I'm entering their tournament. There's a duo's phase but no one wants to enter with me. By any chance could you enter with me? It's for the community." Lucario asked. It looked like a plea to Incineroar but he didn't mind. "Sure." he said smiling.

NEXT WEEK

Incineroar stood shaking outside of the tall wooden house. From the front it looked cozy and small but when Incineroar turned outwards he noticed how long it was. The door pounded open and Lucario stepped out. She wandered over to Incineroar, stood in front of him then turned around and fired a surge of blue energy at her door. It slammed shut, no damage caused whatsoever. Incineroar was impressed. "Wow. And I thought that bartender was a show-off. Lucario giggled. "I'm lazy. And don't you dare speak about Matthew that way or I'll whoop your ass, prodigy." Incineroar smirked. That bartender's name had been Matthew? Incineroar thought it would have been some sketchy name like Skipper or Juan (no offence to anyone called Juan out there reading this). They started trotting down a cobblestone path. Incineroar had flown all the way from the Treetop Kingdim for this so he was hoping it was worth it. He had been holding a ceremony up in the heights of the Treetop Kingdom and promoted bungee jumping at Acacia Heights, the tallest trees in the kingdom. He'd tried it himself and had a blast, recalling it as the funnest thing he'd ever done. As they reached the corner of the road and turned, Incineroar realised why this community didn't have much money.

The gym was colossal! People were lining up out the front to get tickets. Lucario lead Incineroar into the gym and they scampered away into the training area. Suddenly a new feeling covered Incineroar. Anxiety. Was it the fact that he'd never battled here before? Or maybe. Just maybe.

It was Lucario