Festering Wilds

In an instant, both Klonoa and Isabelle would see a white light envelope the arena, and when it returned into a view...it was a massive feild full of dead plants and sickly water. It looked absolutely dead, and smelt like pure rot.

"Out of all the places they could have done, they send us to a *urrrp* swamp? Eh, I can handle it." Isabelle muttered, and Klonoa just looked excited to be there, the stench of the Arena simply making him hard as could be, especially since it was drowning the stink of his huge messy diaper.

"Well, are you both ready?" The announcer said from a drone in the sky, "Becuase here we go!" A loud buzzer sounded, and Klonoa was the first to strike, hurling himself at the overly chubby Isabelle. She didn't seem to be too worried, grabbing her purse and smacking her opponent in the face with it. Klonoa wasn't going to let the slide though, so he would...