#incinemania

➥ @incinemania​ asked:

"HEY, HEY, HEEEEEEY! GUESS WHO IS BACK AND READY TO SUPLEX THE CRUD OUTTA ALL THE LOSERS ON THE SIDELINES ONCE AGAIN!?"

   No-one else could announce their return in such a bold way and here comes Luigi launching himself at Keahi for the biggest ‘welcome back’ hug he could muster.

❝ — you picked a fight with the wrong doll, pal. ❞

digits flex and knees bend as he routinely stretches, making sure joints of all kinds are functioning properly and raring to go. the grounds of the wrestling ring —— crowds invited for a  ‘guest’ smash hooting and hollering —— serve as keahi’s playground, all eyes on them. the images of them both flash on the screen with titles offered in large, white lettering, an untimed match with a single stock per listed betwixt them. it’s the ultimate showdown, perhaps even one of ultimate destiny:

THE RING’S RAGING FLAME KEAHI                                    VS.                                                                         ♡♪!?                                                                         GENO

how kind of master hand to allow him to fight, even though he will likely never answer his e-mails requesting an official invitation. once is plenty to get a taste of the smash experience. his grin is brimming with confidence, shoulders rolling with one last check. he’s ready to rumble.

“Why do I do it? Well, to show everyone how GREAT I am of course!”

A cocky, youthful, chirp that fills the room. She, the girl with her legs crossed and her arm draped arrogantly over the side of the couch, answers the question with a near immediate answer. But why should she not? It was so obvious after all. With her name stretching far and wide (if one counted the extent to which she would threaten to beat up those who did NOT spread her name across the regions she visited), how could one not know her simply by those exotic hair clips tying her hair in two, even pieces?

ASUKA LANGLEY SORYU. Refined, elegant, beautiful, but above all - RUTHLESS. So consumed with her all grandeur that she can barely stifle a proud smile. Why even deny it, when it was already stretching across her lips - asymmetrical, stretching more on the left than the right.

Across from her in this extremely high booth was an Incineroar - one that could talk, but that was a detail that was scarcely scraping the top of her mind at the present moment. Why bother with that minor oddity when there were other things to discuss? 

Her mouth opens again, and out spills even more - loud, incredibly loud. The kind of loud that implies, without a doubt, that her favorite subject of discussion was herself. So much so that any sort of oddity would immediately be put on the backburner.

“You know, it takes a real genius to fight the way I do. And I tell you what - I did it all on my own too.” She boasts, shaking her head left and right. “THAT’S what being a trainer is all about. Without confidence, you’re about as useful as a Magikarp flopping USELESSLY on the battlefield!”

   “So, wrestlin’, huh? Not my first choice, but I respect you guys! That sorta stuff takes serious dedication!” Orange could never understand why you’d want to put yourself through that much pain, but the workouts that came with it all must have been crazy invigorating - Orange could only dream of being that strong! Imagine how powerful her tennis strikes would be...

This entire... setup, was nothing short of utterly bizarre. It did not take Ridley long to realize he was, perhaps, out of place among the roster of fighters he encountered. Humans ( and things that approximated human form ) scurried about underneath and around him when he first arrived, pushing past and around him.

They all wanted their chance at glory. How cute.

Perhaps where he was out of place was where he truly began to fit in. POWER radiated off these creatures, all of them clearly capable foes in their own right. The best of the best, cream of the crop from every world, each a powerhouse in their own right. Just like the Hunter. Just like HIM.

His attempt to scan for the Hunter, draw her out and challenge her to one of these insipid matches was cut dreadfully short by the presence of a boisterous... thing shouting about its prowess so close to him. It was tiny -- the size of the Hunter, but without her armor or weapons.

... Actually, it looked like one of the Luminoths. The fur reminded him of them. Nobody else wanted to chime in to make it pipe down, so, naturally, Ridley had to step up for all of these weaklings.