You've just beaten the Elite Four after a long bloody day, and now you must face the champion. Lance clutches a broken arm and stares at you in awe, turning back to the demolished arena as you move towards the final chamber.
As you enter the cavernous room, the lights dim. From the center of the room, atop a wide platform, Blue smirks at you. He beckons you atop it, and you stare at him curiously. Suddenly a beat starts up, and lights begin to fly across the floor and ceiling and walls.
"I am the very best, Red. Only one person has ever come close to matching me, and that would be you. Everyone else is a bug, but you are closer to me, skill-wise, than any. Of course, that doesn't mean you will beat me, but it matters not. I want a good challenge, hm?" You nod slowly. "Then, Red, DANCE LIKE YOU WANT TO WIN!"
