Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this fanfic, so fuck off Pat!
The alarm went off.
Mario: It's a raid-a!
Mario then shot a fireball at the clock, blowing it up.
Matt: Why the fuck did you do that?
Mario: Because,... FUCK-A YOU-A!
Everyone went to the breakfast table and ate.
Megaman: This beats the fuck out of ramen!
Pichu: Pi-chu!
Master Hand: We got another fighter who will fight for free!
Smashers: Eh.
Master Hand: Winner gets a steak for dinner.
Smashers: We would have settled for dinner in general!
Matt: Look! A Hardees!
The other three smashers immediately vomited.
Matt: I will. The others are to sick to fight!
Master Hand: Whatever.
Matt was then teleported to Final Destination.
Matt: Who am I fighting,... Ah shit!
Adam Sesler: It looks like a fight between crowd favorite Matt, and newcomer Mooreluv2006.
Lemon: ...
Adam Sesler: Take that back about my mother!
Lemon: ...
Adam Sesler, crying: Lemons can be so cruel!
Matt, taking out his katana: Stand still, and it will all be over soon.
Matt ran toward Mooreluv2006.
Mooreluv2006, holding a gamecube controller: How do I use a shield?
Lemon: ...
Mooreluv2006: Thanks!
Mooreluv2006 then pressed the button, which caused her to blow up, knocking herself out instantly.
Audience: ... What the fuck?
Adam Sesler: I guess,... Mat wins?
Lemon: ...
Adam Sesler: For once, Lemon is silent!
Matt was teleported back to th Middle of Fucking Nowhere.
Matt: Whoa!
The piece of shit shed had been replaced by a slightly larger and better made building. In the inside the orange crates had been replaced with pads on the floors that were separated by paper walls. The best thing of all was that they finally had a bathroom.
Smashers: SWEET!
Master Hand: Matt, you steaks in your room.
Matt: Oh yeah! Wait, how come there's 10 rooms and only 5 of us?
Master Hand: This place wasn't cheap! You know how much it cost to get plumbing out her in the desert! This is gonna have to last you for a while!
Matt: Fine. See you guys tomorrow, I'm eating my steak then going to bed!
Matt then ate his steak and went to bed.
Matt, thinking: Tomorrow's gonna be interesting.
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