Bash at Big Battlefield
The Wrestler Becomes the Hunted
"Keepin' it stylish, yahoo!" Dante declared as soon as the match began, drawing Ebony and Ivory, and firing them wildly.
Quinn blinked. Their interviews had all been about their budding friendship, how much they'd enjoyed anime together, and the mutual request that the track for their match is Stickers, Sticker Album, and Chronicle. Yet, despite the chummy nature, they'd gone out guns blazing.
"What an indy spotfest," Incineroar grumbled, "Already hit an Alolan Suplex!"
Sure enough, Travis had deflected the barrage of bullets and hit a snappier version of Incineroar's signature move. When Dante stumbled to his feet, Travis latched him into a bear hug, picking him up and powering him down.
"Ah! A Blastoise to Belly Suplex!" Incineroar cheered.
"We get it, you attach Pokemon names to pre-existing wrestling moves," Sans grumbled, "It's called a Belly to Belly Suplex for anyone curious."
This time, Dante kipped to his feet, and Travis swung his beam katana.
"ROYAL GUARD!" announced Dante.
The beam katana bounced off of Dante, and from there, the assassin was his. Swipes of Devil Sword Dante were enough to send Travis away, and blasts of Ebony and Ivory were enough to push him too far to recover leaving Travis no choice but to fall into the bottom Blast Zone.
Dante: 3
Travis: 2
Travis once again charged Dante in his blocking stance. This time, two rocket launchers emptied the battery immediately.
"Shit," Travis cursed.
The sequence played out much as the one before. Devil Sword Dante, Ebony, and Ivory were used in tandem to send Travis off of Big Battlefield, then to the bottom Blast Zone.
Dante: 3
Travis Touchdown: 1
Now, Dante held Cavalier above his head. Snapping the bike in halves, the revving wheels ate through Travis' sword battery.
"Man, we should really do a motorcycle retreat," Travis said.
"Yeah! I'll get the group chats together!" Dante said excitedly.
He swung one-half of Cavalier, clocking Travis in the jaw. He swung them like batons, working Travis towards the other side of the stage. A final, hammering blow sent Travis to the Blast Zone.
GAME! DANTE WINS!
Travis pointed at the camera, "This means nothing for our match Governor Ventura," he said.
Dante simply gave an overdramatic bow, jogging up the tunnel.
"Alright, that was easy," Mario shrugged, "Main event, you're up!"
Luigi immediately strode over, planting a kiss on Daisy's cheek, "Good luck babe. You want a kiss Kazuya?"
"Do it and you die," Kazuya sneered.
Daisy snorted with laughter. As Quinn did the same, he felt a peck on his own cheek. Rosalina smiled down at him.
"Let's do it,"
Quinn nodded, "Yeah let's do it."
Quinn took off his sunglasses, compulsively cleaning them.
"Glasses a little foggy, ha ha," he squeaked.
Kazuya gagged, "Amateurs,"
With that, he strode to the elevator, Daisy eagerly following behind.
"Let's get this show on the road lovebirds!" Daisy shouted.
"Right, let's go," Quinn mumbled.
Quinn and Rosalina strode far less confidently to the elevator, the disk descending down into what Quinn was sure would be the worst afternoon of his life.