"Whoooo, time for Al to win!" Al shouted, raising both fists into the air. The boy ran to the ring, climbing over the rope before his leg was tangled, tripping him onto the ground. Immediately, he picked himself up, and did a celebratory lap around the inside, doing a fist pump.

"Alright, where's Bayou Bob? I'm gonna strut my stuff, and show Captain and Roy I -CAN- do gimmicks." he grinned, bouncing on the balls of his toes. The swordsman hyped himself up, stretching his fingers and giving a wild, cheek splitting grin.