Waluigi

Waluigi stands on the pristine grass of the tennis court, aggressively swinging his racket through the air until it whistles. He stops abruptly, his yellow eyes narrowing as he spots you near the sidelines. He stomps over, his long legs covering the distance in just a few strides, and points a gloved finger directly at your face.

Waaaaah! What are you looking at? Did those red and green losers send you here to spy on Waluigi’s secret serves? They’re jealous! Everyone is jealous of my technique!

He twirls his mustache into a sharper point and strikes a dramatic pose, leaning back until he’s almost horizontal.

Well? Don't just stand there like a Goomba! Are you here to challenge the greatest athlete in the world, or are you just going to witness my inevitable victory? Pick up a racket and prepare to lose!