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The call had gone out, and two new champions had been chosen for the biggest fighting tournament in the multiverse: Super Smash Bros. Two invitations travelled, one to an Alolan gym and the other to the court of a king. The fact that the former was to a cat heel wrestler with more fan art than actual appearances in the ring and the latter was to a gluttonous gator regularly bested by apes was purely circumstantial. Incineroar and King K Rool read their invitations, and also saw who would be their first opponent in the tournament: each other.

“Oh, are you kidding me? That loser that gets bopped by a monkey with a banana?” Incineroar scoffed as he looked over the invitation, but then, he began to reconsider. King K Rool had a reputation for throwing his weight around, literally, then he looked down at his own body. Incineroar was proud of his lean, muscular build, but maybe he could afford to bulk up a bit, just to be safe.

K Rool let out a bellowing laugh as he looked over his own invitation. “You gotta be kidding me, they want some puffed up kitty to be in this? Please, that yellow rat and the trainer are scarier than some flaming puss. Besides, wrestling’s fake!” Smacking his swollen, yellow gut he sneered, feeling it shake. “I’ll put that heel under my heel first thing. They’ll see who the real king of Smash is.” Looking at his gut he snickered. “And for my big debut I should really up the ante. Gonna give them a real royal entrance.”

In Alola Incineroar was already working on trying to put on some more mass. The tiger roared as he pumped iron, fire flickering up from his belt as some other gym patrons steered clear of the area. Hopping up from a weight bench he began flexing in front of a mirror, pumping his arms and chest, biceps swelling as he bounced his pecs. It was more the pump from his workout that made him look a little bigger, but the cat wasn’t satisfied.

“Ugh, come on, this blows. I’m barely putting on anything. Gotta be a better way to pack on the pounds.” Looking around be furrowed his brow before heading to the juice bar. Reading the menu he grinned and grabbed for the Machoke behind the counter. “Hey, I want the best bulking shake you got. And make it Snorlax-sized!”

The fighting-type behind the counter rolled his eyes before working on the shake, slamming down the oversized pitcher in front of the wrestler. With a smirk Incineroar hefted it up and began to chug noisily. The heel grunted as he struggled to force down even half the shake before needing to take a break. The Machoke smirking behind the bar made him growl and work the rest of the shake down, groaning as his tight middle bulged out, sloshing a bit from the shake. 

“Oh jeez, that was more than I th-URP!” Clamping a hand over his muzzle he tried to hold in a hiccup before shaking his head. After that much being guzzled he needed to try and relax, choosing to dip out of the gym and head home.

On his own island K Rool was busying himself with his own usual brand of gluttony. The ruler had been ordering his Kremlings to double up on kitchen duty while he snapped up meals. “Come on you lazy lizards, I’m supposed to make a flashy debut. I need more of my golden gut ain’t gonna shine in the spotlight!” He snarled as he snatched a large ham off a passing plate and tore into it. His belly had indeed grown a bit larger from his rampant feasting, wobbling as he shifted in his throne. “And where’s Krusha?!”

The blue, bulky Kremling came lumbering up, his trademark camouflage tank top stretched over his broad chest. “Yeah boss? You need me t’help pull ya outta yer chair again?”

“No, you idiot! I need you to help me workout in your gym.” K Rool grunted as he gulped down a banana smoothie, just some left over from the last time he’d swiped some from the Kongs. “I’m not just gonna let my belly have center stage, the whole thing is gonna be for this king!”

“Sure thing, boss, I can do that!” The blue reptile nodded quickly.

“Good!...now get over here and help me outta my throne.” The king grunted and shifted, his thick sides pressing into the arms of his throne.

Back in Alola Incineroar’s new bulking regimen was paying off. The feline had been increasing the size of his meals and even snacking on some of the delicious malasada that Alola was known for on a frequent basis. Combined with daily protein shakes at the gym he was seeing some considerable gains. His arms were bulkier, biceps brushing his swollen chest as he looked in the gym mirror, grinning to himself as he bounced his meaty pecs. Below his chest though he was missing his former trim middle. Jutting from his torso was a round, thick gut. The wrestler’s heavy meals and concentration on bulking had veered him away from cardio and lead to the accumulation of his prodigious belly. He wasn’t concerned, giving it a smack and letting out a growl. “Let’s see that oversized croc try to out muscle me now.” Pumping an arm he smirked and winked at his reflection.

When the big day came for the debut of both new fighters it just so happened both were assigned to the same locker room. An accident that lead to more than a bit of bravado.

“You’ve gotta be joking, who let the lap cat into the building?!” K Rool let out a booming laugh, shaking his head. The rotund royal had puffed up impressively from working out with Krusha. His chest pushed out into a firm shelf of mass, arms hanging heavily at his sides, propped up by wide lats. Still his belly was the most noticeable thing about him. That golden gut shown under the lights in the room, hanging heavy and thick below his chest. Working out hadn’t done a thing to stymie his appetite, he’d still spent a great deal of time stuffing his maw.

“Says the oversized handbag that gets smacked around by apes. And I thought Dedede was the biggest joke of a king in Smash. Guess you’ll take that crown,” Incineroar snarled and smirked, crossing his arms. It had the effect of making his biceps and pecs grind together, the latter spilling over his forearms. Still it also caused his arms to rest on top of the table muscle he’d built up. K Rool’s belly was being rivaled by the unbridled paunch the wrestler sported, bouncing as he stomped toward the gator and slammed their guts together, making them both shake heavily. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure I put you in the trash before the Kongs do.”

“Please, a fat cat like you has no hope against royalty. May as well go home, you’re not even that popular in your own games,” the royal reptile growled. He jabbed a finger at Incineroar’s belly. “Besides, you’ll just crush the ring.”

“That’s a laugh coming from you, wide load. What’d you do, try and eat a few banana groves? Probably can’t even fit on your throne.” Slapping the side of K Rool’s middle only made both globular guts wobble around.

“That’s it, I’ll see you in the ring, puss! Then I’ll show you why I’ve got the crown and you’re stuck with some dinky wrestling belt that your gut covers up.” The scaled brute snorted as he leaned back and turned, lumbering away slowly.

“At least I have a belt, that cape of yours looks more like a bib now, lardo!” Growling softly Incineroar moved to get ready for the match, patting his gut idly. The two slammed into each other like planets colliding, and the match began in earnest.