Guzma sat on his makeshift throne tossing his ultra ball up and down, he yawned bored out of his mind. Suddenly a skull grunt frantically busted into the room, Guzma could tell something was up based on his sudden movements. “Ey boss a kids broken into the town and he’s beating everyone flawlessly in battle!” He was now standing in front of Guzma trying to catch his breath. “Is it that same kid that’s doing the trail?” Guzma perked up curious. “Yeah it’s the one that beat you up la-“. “SHUT IT BEFORE I BREAK YAH!” He was now standing up agitated . “You useless grunts better stop the kid from getting in here otherwise we ain’t having that party later this week alright?” He sat back down with a sigh. “Y-yes of course boss.” The grunt quickly left as he came.
“Jeez I feel as if I’m the only competent person in this dump of morons.” He looked at his ultra ball staring at his disappointed reflection. Suddenly a mysterious voice called out to him. “Guzma...you have been chosen.” He shot out of his chair, was that his imagination? “Hey show yourself brat I know your here, don’t mess with me!” The voice spoke again “You have been chosen to compete in the Nintendo Royale for the title of strongest fighter.” Alright he definitely wasn’t imagining this “Nintenwho? Look I don’t give a crap whatever your selling I don’t want any so SCRAM!” He hopped down from his throne looking around the room, where could they be hiding? “You will be competing against 29 selected others in a battle to the death.” Battle to the death?...“Yeah fricken right!” He let out a laugh trying to hide his concern “Lets not waste time here, come let us prepare for the game.” And with that Guzma was transported out of Po Town and into some glass tube at...nowhere?
“W-What the hell?!” He started banging on the glass wanting to escape already “Let me out!” Suddenly a screen appeared in front of him, it was his profile? “Welcome chosen number 12 of section 3. You have been chosen to compete in a fight to the death for the title of strongest fighter and plentiful rewards along with it.” Guzma didn’t say anything. He was too busy thinking of ways out or if he was possibly drugged.