The trio were up next to the desk. Bobobo goes up first, signs his name, and hands his sheet to the receptionist. "Let's see here...Bobobo-Bobo-bobo? Kind of lengthy, but it works. Now you have to demonstrate a portion of your prowess inside." They stated. Bobobo begins walking into the building. "I'm next!" Don Patch shouts while running up.
"I don't recall seeing you before. Mind telling me what you are?" The man says. "I could tell you, but then I'd have to destroy you." Don Patch answers with a deadly stare. The receptionist begins to be afraid from hearing that statement. "Just kidding!" Don Patch jokes as he grabs a sheet. He scribbles here and there before handing it back. On the sheet was a drawing of Don Patch standing proudly on a mountain of bodies while holding a trophy full of money with a line stating: "The future guaranteed champion Don Patch!!!!!" The receptionist was speechless for a minute before finally saying: "Uh, you're free to go?" Don Patch happily marches forward to show his stuff.
Jelly goes up and signs with a pink pen covered with the "lucky nu" symbol. His name is on the sheet, but the symbol is everywhere along with it. The receptionist doesn't say anything and points to where Jelly needs to go.
The trio arrive in the arena full of equipment. There was all sorts of machines and the like to determine someone's eligibility to enter. "It's time to put on a good show!" Bobobo shouted eagerly. He ran all over the arena grabbing a 10ft pole, four 300lb weight bands, 8 150lb weights, two cinderblocks, a punching bag, and a pillow. He places the pillow on top of the bag and straps on one band on each limb. He picks up the cinderblocks and throws them up quite high. He proceeds to do that with the weights too. Bobobo picks up the pole with both hands and starts running towards the stacked items. He jumps up and lands on them with the pole. The cinderblocks then stack onto Bobobo's feet and the weights soon after. He starts moving up onto the very tip of the pole and balances on it with one hand. Now he's doing push-ups on the pole all the while keeping the items on his feet in place. On the twentieth push the weights and blocks get launched into the sky again. Bobobo jumps off the pole, shakes the ground a foot around him for a bit upon landing, and catches the falling items with some effort. "Can I compete in the tourney now?" Bobobo asks the closest judge. They were a bit perplexed on what they just saw. "I b-believe you can sir." They answered. "Great!" Bobobo replied while dropping the items and taking off the weight bands.
"That was cool and all, but the future champ, which is me, will blow the crowd away!" Don Patch decrees. He hops onto an exercising bike and starts peddling. At first he's going at a casual pace. But he soon peddles faster with every second. Don Patch moves so fast that the bike breaks off the stand(?). He drags it into the ground to carve an image. He twists and turns until he finished making himself giving a thumbs up with a confident smile. Don Patch stops and quickly does the same himself. He then asks: "So, am I in it?" A couple of judges stared at each other until one of them responds: "Um, sure." "Works for me!" Don Patch says as he gets off the bike.
Jelly took a look around the audience. He was amazed that there was so many people here. He knew exactly what to do next. "Okay, here I go!" Jelly turns for a bit to bring out dozens of packaged trays. "Free Jelly sets for everyone in the crowd!" Jelly runs up to the first row and hands over some sets. "Sir! You can't serve food while attempting to participate in this tournament! You may do so afterwards but not now." One of the judges shouts towards Jelly. He puts down the tray sets he had left and slouches his way back. He stands in front of a punching bag. Jelly figures punching it would be enough to let him join. He winds up his right arm and throws a might punch. But the bag doesn't even move an inch. "What?" A confused Jelly Jiggler asked aloud. He decides to throw another punch. Still no budge. Now he throws a flurry of punches to get the bag to move. But not a single one managed to do so. Enraged, Jelly picks up a 500lb weight and slams it onto the punching bag. He lifts up the weight and slams it down again. Next, he jumps and body-slams the weight further down on the bag. Slowly calming down, Jelly asks: "Can I participate?" "Yes!" One of the judges quickly answers. Jelly picks up the weight and rolls it back to where he found it.