Pushing trophies at this level was rough. You needed a win—badly. So, you queued up for Trio Showdown, hoping teammates would boost your chances. As the match loaded, you glanced at your allies.

You were sandwiched between two Franks.

Two massive, identical, hammer-wielding Franks. Towering over you like walls of muscle and stone. Their glowing eyes burned with silent intensity. You were squeezed between them, feeling small—insignificant. But… incredibly safe.

The match began. You stormed forward, the Franks moving in eerie unison, their heavy footsteps shaking the ground. You trailed behind, barely keeping up.

Before you could react, one of them stomped forward, smashing a crate in one hit. The other followed, their movements eerily synchronized. Your job? Apparently, just exist between these unstoppable walls of muscle.

An enemy Leon tried to sneak up on you. Bad idea. One Frank swung his hammer—BOOM. Stunned. The other Frank followed—BAM. Eliminated. You barely had time to react before the Franks marched ahead, undeterred, like an unstoppable force of destruction.

You cornered a team of Colt and Poco. They fired desperately, bullets and soundwaves bouncing off your Franks like pebbles against a fortress. One hammer swing—double stun. Another swing—double elimination.

You hadn’t even landed a hit yet.

You barely had time to grab Power Cubes before you were on the final two teams. Just you and a Shelly-Buzz duo. They knew what you were—an immovable, unbreakable wall. They tried to run. The Franks split up, cutting off every escape. A synchronized double hammer slam sealed their fate.

#1 Victory!

You exhaled. Your Franks turned toward you, silent as ever, and you immediately knew you were the bad random. Maybe you hadn’t done much, but you had survived—shielded by twin titans.

If this was what pushing trophies felt like, you could get used to it.