Super RWBY Sisters Book 3!!!

Of Glitz and Glory (Part 3!!!)

You guys went to the first match, and it was against a bunch of Goombas. 

Goombas: You're going down Ro- 

But you easily took them down. 

Goombas: What just happened? 

(Y/N): Eat that! 

Grubba: The Great Gonzales wins! Tell me, son, what was this first taste of victory like?

(Y/N): AWESOME!!!

Grubba: I'll tell you what I just saw, folks: a whuppin'! This kid's got skills! We got ourselves a new hero! Let's hear it for him, folks! Yeah! The Great Gonzales!

Everyone cheered! 

At the minor-league room... 

Jolene handed over some prize money, and took off. 

Ruby: That was too easy! 

(Y/N): It'll get harder. I can tell. Besides, we got nothing to worry about. 

Yang: Yeah, sure. 

???:  Yo, Rook! How was your first fight, dog?

A yellow-shelled koopa with shades appeared. 

(Y/N): Pretty good. And you are? 

King K: I'm King K, man. Just a bush-league scrub like you. Good meetin' you, man. You look like a stand-up dude. I think I can hang with you.

(Y/N): Great to hear King K. So, who's everyone else? 

King K went to introducing the rest of the minor-league fighters. 

King K: That Bob-Omb is Master Crash. 

Master Crash: Nice to meet you BOMB! Well. Now that we've gotten to know each other, I will give you advice BOMB! As Ms. Jolene was saying, you'd better BOMB obey Mr. Grubba's conditions. If you clear the conditions and win, you get to fight higher-ranked foes BOMB! If you can't clear them, you BOMB end up battling a lower-ranked fighter BOMB! You can't climb the BOMB ranks fighting the bottom of the barrel BOMB-BOMB!

Mythra: Someone has a speech impediment. 

King K: Yeah, but he gives good advice sometimes. 

Master Crash: Not just sometimes BOMB! Advice is ALWAYS useful BOMB-BOMB!

King K: Riiiight, man, whatever. Anyway, this lean machine over here is Bandy Andy.

A bandit in a green outfit appeared. 

Bandy Andy: Heh. Nice to meet you. I'm not in here too often, but if you see me around, say hi.

King K: OK, cool, and this last guy with the sweet purple kicks is known as Cleftor.

The sentient rock over there just scowled. 

Cleftor: Cleftor no, like new people. 

Weiss: Well, he's not the friendly type. 

King K: Easy there, Cleft-dog! Dude ain't the friendliest guy, but you get used to him.

(Y/N): Right! 

Soon... 

You guys were going through fights left and right. This including doing things like knocking a fighter on his back while posing, and doing fancy tricks! 

And everyone had to make sure not to go easy on the minor-league crew even if they were very friendly. 

Later... 

Jolene kicked Bandy Andy into the room. 

(Y/N): WOAH! 

Jolene: How many times do I have to tell you: that room is absolutely OFF-LIMITS! If you want to remain on our fighter roster, you must follow the rules. And don't think I haven't noticed you following me. Stop that, too. It's creepy. If you don't obey the rules, we'll ban you from the Glitz Pit. Understood?

She stomped off. 

Ruby: She's got some serious Glynda vibes. 

(Y/N): That's for sure. 

King K: Again, dude? Man, you just a MAGNET for trouble!

Bandy Andy: Heh heh heh heh heh... Sorry, King K. Didn't mean to bring Queen Nag in here.

King K: Aw, don't sweat it, B-money. Jolene can take that 'tude and shove it up her nose. Why you always chasin' that girl, anyway, man? You got a little thing for her?

Bandy Andy: Shut up, K! ...Now... If you folks will pardon me, I must be off.

He takes off. 

(Y/N): Well, that was something. 

Eventually... 

Ruby went out to get some food by the hot dog stand because she was hungry, and- 

Hot Dog Stang Owner: No! Bad! Come back! Help! My imported egg escaped! Somebody, catch it!

Ruby: Is that a- A YOSHI EGG! NO! 

She zipped right over and took it. 

Ruby: For shame, Sir! For shame!! This little angel deserves a chance at life. 

Hot Dog Stand Owner: Aww... Fine. Most people don't like eating stuff that jumps all over the place, anyway.

Ruby: You want to come with me little guy? 

The egg began to hop around. 

Ruby: GREAT! Let's get going! 

Ruby was about to get another adopted kid.