A little word before this story begins.
I'm quite new to Fanfiction. The three stories I have made haven't had much publicity. This story, based on the Kirby franchise, will be my third. But be prepared to take on board these facts whilst reading the story (it's mainly about my favourite sport):
My geography on this franchise sucks. Expect a lot of unknown places you have never heard of before to show up. For instance, there are two Dreamlands. The first is actually the entire planet consisted of eight nations. One of the nations is called Dreamland, the one with all the recognizable characters. Confusing, but it won't show up much, so don't let it bother you.
The main theme of this is WRESTLING. If you're looking for romance, then you'll find little here. Plus, because I'm a huge wrestling fan, I thought I'd experiment by mixing Kirby with wrestling. Maybe they won't go hand in hand to some, but don't flame me if I screwed up with the experimenting.
3. There are eight characters who are wrestling in this story. It's hard to imagine Kirby doing a suplex to another (not that it happens in the story), so each wrestler will look a bit like a famous wrestler (For instance, Shawn Michaels). If you find trouble imagining the characters fighting, just think of the corresponding wrestler.
If you know nothing about wrestling, this story gives an idea of what some matches can be like. Give the sport a chance, you'll like it. (Can't wait until Wrestlemania 25)
If you don't like wrestling, then give this story a chance. I'll try my best to make it a story all sorts of people will like.
Expect some odd things to be going on with some characters. Like point 1, not only is my geography crap, but my whole knowledge of Kirby sucks for that matter! Please don't flame me for getting things wrong. Plus expect new items and characters and other things unheard of to pop up, like the Legend Belt you'll soon hear about.
Right then, enough of my incompetent rambling, let's get on with the story! Hope you enjoy it!
The Ladder Stipulation
Chapter 1: The Annual Event
He walked into the throne room, where King Dedede, looking lazy and slouched on his throne as usual, took notice as he walked in.
"Meta Knight!" he shouted. "I called five minutes ago. Where were you?" he said, his strange accent sounding loud through the hall. Meta Knight bent on one knee for a second and then stood up.
"I'm sorry. I was helping Sword and Blade sort out their armour for the day. What did you call me for?" he asked. Dedede sat up straight and cleared his throat out.
"You know what happens in a two months, don't you?" he said. Meta Knight knew what Dedede was talking about.
"You mean the annual Sportsmania?" he said. Dedede stood up and walked down to Meta Knight.
"That's right" he said. "Walk with me. I have some news" he said.
A few minutes later, and the two were out in the garden, still walking.
"There has been a very important announcement lately" he said. "It concerns Sportsmania" Dedede said. Meta Knight felt a little concerned, his hand on his sword Galaxia, one of his 'best friends'.
"What's wrong?" Meta Knight asked. Dedede chuckled.
"Oh, it's not that anything's wrong, it's just something that made me jump in my seat when I heard it" he said, before coughing. "You know the Legend Belt, don't you?" he said.
"Why wouldn't I?" Meta Knight said. "The Legend Belt is a title of supreme honour and a prestigious title that can only be handed to one person for their outstanding work....well, until years ago. Now it's just hanging up in a cabinet down in our Treasury room" he said.
"I know. Legendary belt, ain't it?" Dedede said. "You know that I along with the rest of the Dreamland Council arrange Sportsmania every year? This is number twenty five coming up" he said. "Let me tell you a story. Have you heard of Wrestlemania before?" Dedede said.
"Umm...isn't that supposed to be the biggest wrestling event of the year?" Meta Knight said. "I heard Shawn Michaels retired Ric Flair last year"
"I know" Dedede said. "Me and the Counil were all watching it when we decided we might add wrestling to the roster of sports that are held in our Sportsmania events" he said.
"Really?" Meta Knight said. "I'm sure a new sport added will attract a lot of people...hang on...is that why you mentioned the Legend Belt?" Meta Knight said, suddenly realizing why wrestling was involved in the conversation.
"...Well, I was going to keep it a surprise, but..." Dedede said. "Well, I'll tell you. We're going to revive the Legend Belt and award it to the person who wins a special wrestling match we have arranged for Sportsmania" he said. Meta Knight felt his heartbeat rise even more.
"Really???" he said, grabbing Dedede in excitement. "This will be great! Finally, somebody can take the mantle from the legends of old that have held the belt before and carry the legacy onwards! This is great! Who's competing?" Meta Knight asked.
"Well, let me explain the match to you first" he said. "It's going to be a no disqualification Ladder match with slight variation" he said. "Pretty much, the belt will be dangling above the ring, and the only humanly way possible to grab the belt is to climb a ladder and grab it" he said. "There will be eight people competing in the match. The match starts off with two people and every two minutes, a new competitor enters the ring. When all eight men enter the ring, the belt will be lowered to a height where it can be retrieved via a ladder. No flying allowed, by the way. We as the Council have chosen extremely carefully who to pick from the eight nations that make Dreamland itself" he said "They've all been picked and are all scheduled to enter in two months time"
"Who are the eight?" Meta Knight asked.
"The people we picked were the eight leading protectors from all Dreamland. There's Sean from Shadeland, Morrison from Nightland, Hearst from Brightland, Montel from Eveland, Copeland from Hopeland (no pun intended), Irvine from Ivyland, Jet from Highland and..." Dedede said. Meta Knight ran through the names in his head. The people he mentioned were like him, sole protectors of the land and usually excellent in fighting skills. He knew Jet quite well, the two went to some international parties together and put on an act sometimes. He also knew Morrison, but he didn't like Morrison, who was bigheaded. The rest he thought of as just people, important people. But who was man number eight?
"...And who?" Meta Knight asked, quite eager to know the last person. Dedede took a deep breath.
"...You" he said. Meta Knight thought he had a heart attack. He stopped suddenly, all ability to talk wrenched out of him. He struggled to breathe, as if he had been hit by a large truck full of oil. Behind the mask, he started to sweat profusely. Finally, after twenty seconds or so, he managed to utter a word.
"...W-what?" he said quietly.
"You have two months Meta Knight" he said. "Start lifting some weights and taking your vitamins. I'm going to be gone for the next two months, so put Sword and Blade in charge of protecting Dreamland while you train" he said. He began to walk back. Before he vanished, he turned around and said "I'll see you at Sportsmania. Good luck now!"
The legendary Legend Belt, the one sacred item of the entire world. And finally, after worshipping the legends who have held it before, he suddenly found out that he had a chance of becoming one of those legends.
But at the same time, seven other exceptionally talented men were going to be equally as hungry as Meta Knight to have the belt a round their waist. With the fact that there would be no disqualification, anything could happen in that match, Getting hit by ladders,chairs, drove through tables, whipped by kendo sticks, hits to the groin, also including all the devastating moves these seven men may have up their sleeves. And Meta Knight would have to survive twelve minutes of it, just to ensure the belt would be reachable, forget getting knocked out and unable to fight before the eight men got in the ring. He wasn't allowed to fly to get the belt; it will have to be a bone crushing fight to the top to become the next man to hold the Legend Belt.
This was going to be one hell of a wrestling match.