Mettaton strutted in with confidence, his lights shining brightly like a star on stage. The crowd roared in anticipation. "Alright, folks! Get ready for the show of a lifetime!" he boomed, flashing his glitzy smile. The Testing Dummy, a lifeless puppet with no strengths, stood ominously, looking like a punching bag ready to be thrashed. As the battle kicked off, Mettaton unleashed his skills. "Lights, camera, action!" He activated his mini projectiles, launching them at the Dummy. The pathetic thing just stood there, taking hit after hit. Mettaton danced around, dodging imaginary attacks, showing off his flair. "Is that all you've got?" he mocked, as he deployed Heart to Heart, summoning lasers that blasted right through the Dummy, which still had yet to even move! The Dummy was just an awkward sack of nothing, taking all of Mettaton's dazzling attacks like a true punching bag. With a flick of his wrist, Mettaton activated his Disco Ball. "Let’s turn up the heat!" The lasers crisscrossed, and the Dummy didn't even flinch. As the final blow, Mettaton transformed into Neo, the stronger version of himself, firing barrage after barrage of canons. The Dummy, unable to even defend itself, crumbled under the relentless assault. "And that's a wrap, ladies and gentlemen!" Mettaton declared, dusting off his non-existent hands as the Testing Dummy lay in bits. No doubt, Mettaton’s high ratings came from this glorious show. Victory was obvious; Mettaton’s charisma lit the arena, and the Dummy? Just a glorified piece of scrap. That’s why he walked away, victorious, like the true superstar he is!