SUDDENLY

[blueburnshotter]

[CONGRATULATIONS, SMASH, YOU HAVE ACQUIRED ONE [1] GYM COACH. Just roll with it. Whether you are a student or a curious passerby, there is quite a gorgeous looking fellow out by the track, surveying his new domain. Or what will be his. Eventually. The paperwork was kind of... eaten by shadow bugs. Not that he knows that..]

Surely a fighting school must only admit those with a strong fighting spirit... [Which makes this mission kind of exciting.] All right, Smash Academy, show me what you're made of!

[Is he talking to himself? Is he calling out passers-by? Has he somehow gathered a class before things are official anyway? WHO KNOWS.]

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[star_punched]

Show ya?

[Oh my god, he liked the cut of his jib already. How to show him though?

After a moment's thought, Mac had an idea.]

Show ya, huh? You got a stage to set? A fighter's as good as a good honest spar with an opponent.

[blueburnshotter]

You'll have to show me how the stadium works. But I won't be your opponent. I'm more of a support class.

[punch_in_pink]

No problem! Stadiums got props and sandbags to practice on, I'd totally give you the run down!

[Heeee.]

So whatcha here for anyway? Just lookin' around at the wares, huh?