Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this fanfic, so fuck off LL Cool J!
The Smashers were hurtling toward the ground at an alarming rate.
Jar-Jar Binx: We so gonna die!
Matt then sliced off Jar-Jar's head with his katana.
Matt: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Peach, through a mouthful of cum: Uh, should we be worried about the ground?
Matt, taking out a pokeball: Nah, I got it covered. GO! PILE-O-BRICKS!
A pile of bricks with a face crudely drawn on in crayon on the highest on appeared from the pokeball and landed on the grassy ground below them.
Dr. Mario: You fucking retard! Now we're gonna crash into bricks!
Matt: SHIT! Uh...
All of the Smashers then slammed into the pile of bricks, blood, and guts, and vital organs splattered everywhere.
Matt, getting off buss: Good thing we sent those cardboard cutouts of ourselves here by grenade, instead of ourselves!
Peach: I know! Your such a genius! I wonder how you got so smart!
Matt, slapping her with a catus: Shut up and make me dinner, bitch!
Peach, rolling on the ground bleeding: OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
Matt, over the cries of pain: Where the fuck are we?
Pikachu: Ain't it obvious? We in the Matrix!
Matt: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Wait, we're in Pokemon Stadium!
Pikachu: WHAT? Ah fuck.
Matt: What?
Pikachu: My trainers here.
At that moment Ash Ketchem came up to Matt and shook his hand violently.
Ash: HI! Wanna be my new friend?
Matt: Dude, SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Ash: Why? Huh? Whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhhywhywhwywhywhwywhwywhwy?
Matt then kicked Ash in the nuts: THAT"S WHY!
Ash, rolling gon the ground holding his tiny 10-year old nutsack: GOD DAMN IT! OWWWW!
Matt, taking out a pistol: Time to silence you for good!
A giant orb of pure purple energy then hit Ash, disintegrating his body into nothing and creating a giant crater in the middle of the arena.
DK: I say, my good chap, you didn't have to be that hard on the old boy!
Matt, looking at his gun: But, I didn't do anything?
???, voice booming through the entire stadium: BECAUSE I DID IT!
The Smashers then looked to the voice and saw Mewtwo, but this one wasn't the same trapped in the closet Mewtwo that everyone knew and lov...uh feared to be anally raped in their sleep by, this was the true Mewtwo, the spawn of the Pokemon version of Satan himself!
Mewtwo: TIME TO DIE!
Matt, holding up his hand: Wait!
Mewtwo: WHAT?
Matt: We're in a stadium, so we need...
Mewtwo, slapping his head: Not those deucebags!
Adam Sesler: THANK GOD! THEY HAVEN'T FED US FOR DAYS! I"M COVERED IN MY OWN FECES FOR CHRIST SAKE!
Lemon:...
Adam Sesler: I would never eat you, lemon!
Lemon Demon: I WILL CONSUME YOU SOUL!
Adam Sesler: WHAT?
Lemon:...
Matt, wielding his katana: You heard the lemon!
Mewtwo: WHAT THE FUCK DID IT SAY?
Matt: Just fight, ya pussy!
Mewtwo: MEWTWO!
Mewtwo then made hundreds of clones of himself that bombarded Matt with millions of Shadow Balls.
Matt, while deflecting Mewtwo's balls with his sword: I should really be blocking those Shadow-ey orbs, too. I guess I'll have to use the ULTIMATE power!
Mewtwo, slapping their heads: OH GOD NO! YOUR NOT GONNA SAY LOVE, ARE YOU?
Matt: No, that's something gay that you would do! The true ULTIMATE power comes from dancing! SUPER FIST OF THE PUBIC HAIR: OVERLY VIOLENT DDR MATCH!
A DDR dance pad appeared from the ground, but was flashing "Insert Tokens".
Matt: Good thing I trained in the Shaman King universe! SPIRT POSSESSION!
A tiny whit orb floated down from the sky and then went into Matt's chest, causing his to suddenly be wearing a black leather jacket. Possessed Matt then elbowed the DDR pad and it started up. The orb then left Matt and floated up to the sky.
Matt: Thank you spirit!
Spirit: Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Matt then selected the song "Safety Dance"
DDR Machine: We can dance all night if we wanou! We can leave our friends behind! 'Cause if your friends don't dance, and they really don't dance, then they ain't no friends of mine!
Matt hit all of the arrows, but then it switched to " YOUR FUCKED MODE!" and DDR arrows appeared all over the place. Matt hit every single on of them with his diamond cleats on, killing 700 kittens, 100000 Mewtwos, and Lemon.
Adam Sesler: NOOOO! LEMON! I CAN'T LIVE WITH OUT YOU!
Adam then shoved the spattered lemon up his ass, then shot himself in the head.
Matt, victory dancing: I win! I win! I win! Hahahahahahaha!
Smashers: Now we can FINALLY go home!
Suddenly, a tiny whit triangle appeared.
Dr. Mario: Who the fuck are you?
Triangle: I'm a plot device!
DK: What do you do, old bean?
Plot Device: I explode!
Smashers: FUCK!
The plot device exploded, sending the Smashers flying off to who the hell cares, yet again!
Anyway, Review or I'll kill your entire family to make shoes, which I will sell to fashion models in echchange for hot sex! I like pie! Meeps!