"...Do we even know how to wrestle?" Popo asked while rubbing the back of his head.
Nana shook her head. "Honestly speaking... no."
And then they were both body slammed by Incineroar, because nothing screams wrestling like a dark type fire cat Pokemon wrestler.
"You thought you were getting out of stories alive, but you thought wrong chumps!" Incineroar taunted as he proceeded to laugh. "From now on, all your stories are about me!"