bedazzled belt || kickin' it

007 WAX ON, WAX OFF

Cameron stood behind the rest of her friends who were sitting on the bench, hands resting on Jerry's shoulders as they watched Kim fight against someone from a different Bobby Wasabi dojo. They were currently competing in a tournament with other Wasabi dojos, even the man himself, Bobby Wasabi, was supposed to show up!

Kim successfully downed her opponent, the referee shouting that she was the winner. Once her opponent stood back up, the two bowed at each other, signaling the proper end to the match. Once Kim turned to face the group on the bench, Rudy excitedly stood up, grinning as he walked onto the mat, "Kim, you just won a match in the All Wasabi Invitational! This has to be the most amazing moment of your life!" He spoke hurriedly, excitedly.

"Actually, witnessing my sister's birth-" Kim started, taking off her protective helmet before Rudy waved away the thought, "Boring!" He scoffed, Kim's smile dropping before she moved to join the others on the bench. Cameron moved away from Jerry to then stand behind her best friend, hands resting on Kim's shoulders now. "If we win the last match, we're the number one dojo in the Bobby Wasabi chain." Rudy explained, "Jack, you're up. Are you ready?"

Said boy nodded, "Well, yeah, but I thought Bobby Wasabi was going to be here." Jack frowned, Rudy chuckling, "People, Bobby can show up whenever he wants!" Then a gong was rung, making him jump a bit, "Or he's here now!"

Everyone turned to look at the dojo doors to witness Bobby Wasabi entering on a Segway, decked out in a warm colored kaftan and a blue helmet with a little karate man on it. "Bobby, welcome!" Rudy greeted, moving to meet him as Bobby sighed, "I'm sorry. I... was hoping to slip in unnoticed." He hummed, doing a quick spin on the Segway, "So! How much is my Pittsburgh dojo winning by, hmm?" He asked, stepping off the Segway for a ninja to take, another one appearing to take his helmet from him.

"Woah, woah, woah. For your information, we're kicking butt." Jerry spoke up, the first to get up from the bench to walk over, everyone following after him. Bobby laughed, wheezing as though the idea was ridiculous, "Oh, that's rich! Almost as rich as my labradoodle will be when I die." He chuckled, continuing to wheeze as everyone stared at him blankly, making him clear his throat, "Seriously, you're- you're winning?"

Rudy nodded, smiling hopefully, "If we win this last match!" Bobby paused for a moment, processing before nodding and smiling along, "Well, let's do this!" He clapped his hands together twice, everyone moving back to the bench as Rudy lightly grabbed Jack's shoulder, "Jack, you can do this. You wanna know why there's a heatwave outside? Because you're on fire!!" He shouted the last bit.

Bobby Wasabi stood up suddenly, eyes wide, "Fire!! Celebrities first!!" He screamed, everyone else starting to panic as Rudy quickly threw his arms out, "Wait, wait wait! No fire! Just a pep talk!" He cleared up, the owner of the dojo nodding and clearing his throat, "Ah, well, before this match begins, I have an announcement. This month, there will be an article on the principles of the Wasabi code in Karatefancy Magazine!" Bobby declared, "The winning dojo will receive a gift from me, and the winning sensei will appear on the cover with me."

"D- Do you guys know what this means?" Rudy stammered, staring at his students with wide eyes, "If I'm on the cover with Bobby, people will finally know how great I am!" When everyone else just stared back at him, he paused, "And humble..."

"Ho-ho!! This is going to be exciting!!" Bobby grinned, rubbing his hands together, pausing to look at one of his ninja, "Evan! Sausage me!" At that, the ninja threw a sausage in the air, another ninja catching it in a hot dog bun before handing it over to Bobby.

As he started eating, the last match began with Jack and the other competitor. It was close a few times, the opponent nearly kicking Jack off of the mat, but he successfully dodged and blocked a few other hits before backwards kicking his opponent, leaving them on the ground.