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A loud crash was heard as you and the rest of the Deadly Six made contact with the ground, making a visible crater on the bricks. There it is, The Olympics of 20XX. You’re not sure on how the hell the people there willingly invited all of you at once, but oh well.

“Come, my fellow brothers. We shall show who is the superior worthy of the highest honor— the Deadly Six!” The rest cheered along with Zavok and followed along with him, whilst you facepalmed in slight worry that they might find out about the rules.

The entire area was filled to the brim with humans and other Mobians, who were preparing for the World Cup Championships. Even some recognizable faces that you could remember a little. Although, signing into the games wasn’t exactly a smooth ride due to Zazz and Zomom making it more complicated than it should. You even had agreed with Master Xik to teach the two about handwriting, since their signatures looked completely ass compared to the rest.

It was gonna take a while until they’re chosen for the next game, which Zavok and Zazz signed up for: Boxing. It was basically like legal fights for the zeti, and you had to restrain Zazz from literally jumping over the fence in an effort to get into the fighting ring himself and attack someone. So because of that, you’re stuck with the two of them for now.

The usual characters were boxing in the training arena, which is Eggman sweating as he used a punching bag, Bowser doing some push ups, and DK deadlifting near 80 pounds of weight. Zazz was already biting on some metal weight in an effort to break it, whilst Zavok simply stared at the dumbbells. They never really go outside and only had used rocks or pillars for weights, so he is wondering how he uses them.

He picked up the heaviest one he could get— and literally bent the metal bar. “This is quite awfully weak, but it’ll do.”