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BATTLE OF THE STARS
Chapter 1: The Awakening
It was the island of Bortmir, surrounded by the deep blue, salty waters of the powerful ocean in which it lie. The mighty waves of that ocean continued to roll into the looming cliffs which acted as a kind of shelter. Each wave broke against the cliffs as easily as bone on rock, splintering off into tiny shattered droplets which were re-consumed by the waters below. Pale moonlight squeezed through scattered clouds, descending onto the most noticeable structure on the island.
It rose stories above the dying lands around it, closer to the center of the island than it could have been if it were purposely placed. Its magnificent walls overlooked the cold broken forest on one half of the island, as well as the barren ground which covered the rest. Its jagged peaks looked even more eerie as it bathed in the light of the moon.
Many would say it was a mansion, others would call it a castle, if any were ever so lucky or cursed enough to find it. For this place held many secrets and powers which could be better left undisturbed. Yet it would be difficult to find what could be disturbed in this place. Even on a night like this, not a light breathed life throughout its whole expanse, not a sound could be heard from anywhere inside. In this place lay dark and dusty corridors, rooms left untouched for decades untold. Little more than the natural elements had taken any toll on this place, it seemed barren as the land before it. To peer into this place was to find nothing and have nothing find you back.
Still this mattered not as the true life of this place remained deep beneath it. The top was an illusion, a facade, but below lay in hiding the real existence which held this place. It was here where one of the greatest events of time and space would take course, witnessed by a handful and un-noticed by all else.
* * *
It could have been the damp, cold air slithering against his skin that woke him, or perhaps the persistent glow of flickering lights that surrounded the place. Whatever it was, the young sandy-haired boy opened his eyes. The cold ground below him was used to push up to his feet. He slowly shook the grogginess from his head and let his eyes adjust. He pushed his sandy blond hair aside as he let his emerald eyes scan the area. Lamps on the wall…darkened hall leading away…bodies on the floor…the standing figure gazing at him from beneath an unusually tall, dark hood…bodies on the floor!
He panicked, he felt his stomach grow sick and the blood drain from his face. He stumbled a step backward, his eyes bulging in fright. The standing figure caught his attention with a dark, unstoppable chuckle.
"They're only asleep like you were." It spoke with a deep, raspy, male voice before another chuckle
The boy's face turned to one of relief.
"Wh-what are we doing here?" He inquired.
"You will soon find out. I will return shortly."
The hooded figure turned and left down one of the blackened hallways.
The boy stood silently, his hand holding something tied to his belt. He carefully made his way over to a wall, then pressed his back against it. He kept his eyes open for any movement, sweat dripping down his forehead. Stale air greeted his nostrils. Then one by one he watched as each flickering lamp faded away into darkness. Soon they all had disappeared, leaving him and his fear alone in the unknown.
It was but only a minute later, yet what seemed an eternity, when he heard something shuffling along the floor, followed by a moan.
"What-a is a happening-a?" Someone asked in a thick Italian accent.
"I don't know." Answered the boy from his darkened area.
"Who-who-a said-a that?" The voice replied.
It was then that a small hum was heard followed by a quick illumination of the room. Above them several electric powered white lights began to fill the room with their bright glow. The boy's eyes quickly found the source of the questions, who was rubbing his eyes from the sudden light.
The source was a short, odd looking man. He held a red cap with a small white circle with a red 'M' in the center of it as he rubbed his eyes above his large doorknob type nose. A bushy black mustache lay beneath his nose, slightly upturned. He had dark hair as well. White gloves covered his hands and a long sleeved, red shirt covered his arms and chest. Over that were blue overalls and he had brown boots on his feet. He finished rubbing his eyes, blinking a couple of times as he placed his red cap back onto his head.
"Who are-a you?" He asked the boy when he came into focus.
"My name is Joe. How about you?" The boy replied.
"Me? I'm-a Mario. Nice-a to meet you. What's going-a on here-a?" Mario asked, "Who are-a all of these people-a?"
"I'm not sure." Joe replied looking around at the others, "I don't know much more than you. I just woke up a few minutes ago myself."
"Oh-a." Mario blinked.
"There was however, this guy…" Joe began but stopped as they watched another groaning person stumble onto his feet.
The person looked around quietly for a second, then stared over at Mario, and then Joe. He wore a dark purple gi and a white cape. His hair was in a large curly black afro, and he also wore a thick mustache. A white belt held up his white pants, which in turn were tucked into long black boots.
"Uh…I Hercule, the champion of the world, demand to know what's going on here!" He commanded in a loud arrogant voice.
"We don't know-a." Mario responded.
"Oh, well then!"
Soon more people began shaking off their unconsciousness and getting onto their feet. The popular question "What's going on here?" seemed to escape everyone's lips as they awoke. However, a few remained quiet as they glared at the others, not sure what to think.
From the ground arose a great assortment of people. Some were short, some were tall. Some wore body armor, others had green skin, and yet others were not even human. Two particular ones stared menacingly at each other as if they were ready to kill. They both appeared to be some kind of ninjas, one in black and yellow, the other wearing black and blue. The one in yellow had white, colorless eyes which sent shivers through Joe.
Another two warriors quickly clasped hands in friendship as they asked themselves the ever popular question.
"What's going on Ken? Where are we?"
"I was hoping you could tell me Ryu." His friend replied.
Joe glanced around at each and every person, letting his eyes and brain try to determine which each one was about. His eyes caught one man who stood tall and tanned. He was very muscular and had a head which seemed too small for his body. He had dark black hair.
"Can you smell what The Rock is cooking?" He asked loudly.
"You're gonna smell my fists if you don't stop asking that question!" Hercule glared at him.
Joe let his eyes continue to scan the room, past costumed men, and onto one shirtless, brown-haired man which Mario was now talking to.
"You're-a Bruce Lee-a! Please-a let me have-a your autograph-a!"
"For the last time, I am not Bruce Lee!" The man yelled, "I am just studying his martial arts. My name is Fei Long."
"Well you have to admit, you do look a lot like Bruce Lee." Ken grinned as he shouted over to Fei Long.
"Hey, I know you!" Fei Long said as he left the dejected Mario behind.
And then Joe spotted someone who put both a mix of fear and excitement into him. He began to shake as he tried to contemplate why this creature was here. He locked his eyes onto the silent and angry looking object. It stood around 6'7 tall, having demon like eyes, and a long thick tail which followed it. It had three suction cup like fingertips on each hand, and looked much like an upright beast of a cat. It was a Mew Two…the Mew Two!
Joe's concentration and fixation on this Pokemon was soon snapped as he heard a loud, angry voice rise up.
"I'm going to find out what the hell is going on here." The man in costume roared as he let three adamantium claws slip out of each hand.
"That won't be necessary."
Everyone turned their attention to the speaker. His tall black hood and long black robe concealed his identity. Joe recognized him instantly, he was the same man he had seen before.
"I've decided to give you all some of the answers you've been seeking."
"You better bub, or I'll rip the answers out of you." The clawed man said again.
The hooded man sat there and laughed.
"Your anger is great, I'll be looking forward to watching you fight. But let me warn you now. All of your superpowers will only work in my tournament ring. Out here if you attack me it will be strength versus strength, and I can assure you all that my strength is far superior."
"Tournament?!" Many in the crowd began to stir.
"Why don't we test that theory?" The angry clawed man spoke again.
"Your little metal claws might be working Wolverine, but your self-healing powers aren't. I'd rather you save your energy for the ring, I want a good show."
With that, the masked Wolverine charged the hooded master of the tournament. He rose his right arm, sending one quick swipe toward his hooded head. His claws passed through air and nothing else as he looked in amazement at the tournament master, now on the other side of the room. Some of the others seemed equally impressed.
"I'll be back in a few minutes with the pairings." The hooded man said as he walked off.
As the tournament master walked through the blackened corridor nearest to him, several grinding noises were heard from all around. Four stone doors slid down into place, blocking any exit from the room they were all in.
"A tournament actually sounds like a good thing. What do you guys say? There seems to be some interesting characters here." Ken said to nearby Ryu and Fei Long.
"A tournament! You hear-a that-a Joe?" Mario turned to face him.
"Yeah, it actually sounds kind of exciting."
"Don't you-a worry. These guys may-a be big, but I've beaten big guys before-a. I'm sure you can-a too if you try hard-a."
"Oh, I'm not worried. I don't think that guy wants too see me fight. He wants to see someone else fight." Joe smiled as he tapped a white and red ball tied to his belt.
"What's-a that?" Mario asked.
"This is a pokeball." Joe replied.
"What's in-a that pokeball-a?"
"Well it's my best pokemon. It's called a…"
Joe stopped as a booming voice was heard.
"Stand back everybody. Hercule is going to break us out of here." Hercule said.
He got in a fighting stance as he stared down the door. He began to hum as he concentrated. Everyone watched as thwack! Hercule punched the stone door with all his might. The stone door remained unscathed as Hercule's hand throbbed in pain. A tear came to the corner of his eye.
"How thick is this stupid thing?" He thought as he tried to hold back his tear.
He glanced around at everyone staring back at him.
"Hahahahahaha! I'm just kidding! Just trying to lighten up the mood in here! Ahahahahaha!"
No one responded as they all went back to doing whatever they were doing before. Hercule grabbed his swollen hand.
A few more minutes passed when the tournament master walked back into the room. He looked over the now hushed crowd with his dark eyes, then spoke loud and clear.
"Now then, I will read off the pairings. After I read these out, you will follow me to the tournament ring where the first fight will commence." His deep, raspy voice moved on, "The first fight…will be between Ryu and Mario. The second fight will be between Ken and Joe's pokemon. The next is between Sub-Zero and Samus Aran. Following that will be Scorpion versus Spiderman. After that is Fei Long against Wolverine. Then Hercule and The Rock will face each other."
"Yeah, can you smell what The Rock is cooking?" The Rock interrupted.
"Quiet now!" The hooded man barked, "The next fight will be between Medivh and Mew-Two. And the last fight will be Gul'dan versus The Flash."
Many of the warriors glanced around, trying to figure out who their opponents were.
"Now, follow me."
The tournament master walked over to the very stone door Hercule had hit earlier and shattered it with one blow. Rock burst in every direction, clattering onto the cold ground. He led them over the fresh rubble, down the corridor, and into a large stone arena. The arena was about half the size of a hockey rink, and stretched hundreds of feet upward. Empty stone seats surrounded it, building dozens of rows to the top. The air inside was chill and damp, smelling slightly of mildew. A strange green light illuminated the entire place as well. The hooded tournament master led the party through the arena and to a set of five steps leading into a rectangular room. The room, made of stone as well, was large enough for all of the fighters to stand in and still have plenty of extra room. There were two large openings that provided perfect viewing spots for looking out into the arena. As all were gathered, the tournament master spoke again.
"The rules are quite simple. You will fight until I declare a winner. I will declare a winner if your opponent is too exhausted to continue, falls off of the arena floor, loses consciousness, or I feel does not put up a worthy fight. There is no giving up. If you refuse to fight, as I doubt anyone of you seasoned fighters would, I will deal with you myself. Now that you all have the rules, let's begin. Ryu and Mario, you two fight first."
The tournament master led the two fighters into the arena. He then took his own seat in the stands.
"I'd-a rather race you on-a go karts." Mario told Ryu.
Suddenly the green glow faded, replaced by strong yellow light. Both fighters could feel their powers return as they squared off for the first fight of the tournament.
BATTLE OF THE STARS
Chapter 1: The Awakening
It was the island of Bortmir, surrounded by the deep blue, salty waters of the powerful ocean in which it lie. The mighty waves of that ocean continued to roll into the looming cliffs which acted as a kind of shelter. Each wave broke against the cliffs as easily as bone on rock, splintering off into tiny shattered droplets which were re-consumed by the waters below. Pale moonlight squeezed through scattered clouds, descending onto the most noticeable structure on the island.
It rose stories above the dying lands around it, closer to the center of the island than it could have been if it were purposely placed. Its magnificent walls overlooked the cold broken forest on one half of the island, as well as the barren ground which covered the rest. Its jagged peaks looked even more eerie as it bathed in the light of the moon.
Many would say it was a mansion, others would call it a castle, if any were ever so lucky or cursed enough to find it. For this place held many secrets and powers which could be better left undisturbed. Yet it would be difficult to find what could be disturbed in this place. Even on a night like this, not a light breathed life throughout its whole expanse, not a sound could be heard from anywhere inside. In this place lay dark and dusty corridors, rooms left untouched for decades untold. Little more than the natural elements had taken any toll on this place, it seemed barren as the land before it. To peer into this place was to find nothing and have nothing find you back.
Still this mattered not as the true life of this place remained deep beneath it. The top was an illusion, a facade, but below lay in hiding the real existence which held this place. It was here where one of the greatest events of time and space would take course, witnessed by a handful and un-noticed by all else.
* * *
It could have been the damp, cold air slithering against his skin that woke him, or perhaps the persistent glow of flickering lights that surrounded the place. Whatever it was, the young sandy-haired boy opened his eyes. The cold ground below him was used to push up to his feet. He slowly shook the grogginess from his head and let his eyes adjust. He pushed his sandy blond hair aside as he let his emerald eyes scan the area. Lamps on the wall…darkened hall leading away…bodies on the floor…the standing figure gazing at him from beneath an unusually tall, dark hood…bodies on the floor!
He panicked, he felt his stomach grow sick and the blood drain from his face. He stumbled a step backward, his eyes bulging in fright. The standing figure caught his attention with a dark, unstoppable chuckle.
"They're only asleep like you were." It spoke with a deep, raspy, male voice before another chuckle
The boy's face turned to one of relief.
"Wh-what are we doing here?" He inquired.
"You will soon find out. I will return shortly."
The hooded figure turned and left down one of the blackened hallways.
The boy stood silently, his hand holding something tied to his belt. He carefully made his way over to a wall, then pressed his back against it. He kept his eyes open for any movement, sweat dripping down his forehead. Stale air greeted his nostrils. Then one by one he watched as each flickering lamp faded away into darkness. Soon they all had disappeared, leaving him and his fear alone in the unknown.
It was but only a minute later, yet what seemed an eternity, when he heard something shuffling along the floor, followed by a moan.
"What-a is a happening-a?" Someone asked in a thick Italian accent.
"I don't know." Answered the boy from his darkened area.
"Who-who-a said-a that?" The voice replied.
It was then that a small hum was heard followed by a quick illumination of the room. Above them several electric powered white lights began to fill the room with their bright glow. The boy's eyes quickly found the source of the questions, who was rubbing his eyes from the sudden light.
The source was a short, odd looking man. He held a red cap with a small white circle with a red 'M' in the center of it as he rubbed his eyes above his large doorknob type nose. A bushy black mustache lay beneath his nose, slightly upturned. He had dark hair as well. White gloves covered his hands and a long sleeved, red shirt covered his arms and chest. Over that were blue overalls and he had brown boots on his feet. He finished rubbing his eyes, blinking a couple of times as he placed his red cap back onto his head.
"Who are-a you?" He asked the boy when he came into focus.
"My name is Joe. How about you?" The boy replied.
"Me? I'm-a Mario. Nice-a to meet you. What's going-a on here-a?" Mario asked, "Who are-a all of these people-a?"
"I'm not sure." Joe replied looking around at the others, "I don't know much more than you. I just woke up a few minutes ago myself."
"Oh-a." Mario blinked.
"There was however, this guy…" Joe began but stopped as they watched another groaning person stumble onto his feet.
The person looked around quietly for a second, then stared over at Mario, and then Joe. He wore a dark purple gi and a white cape. His hair was in a large curly black afro, and he also wore a thick mustache. A white belt held up his white pants, which in turn were tucked into long black boots.
"Uh…I Hercule, the champion of the world, demand to know what's going on here!" He commanded in a loud arrogant voice.
"We don't know-a." Mario responded.
"Oh, well then!"
Soon more people began shaking off their unconsciousness and getting onto their feet. The popular question "What's going on here?" seemed to escape everyone's lips as they awoke. However, a few remained quiet as they glared at the others, not sure what to think.
From the ground arose a great assortment of people. Some were short, some were tall. Some wore body armor, others had green skin, and yet others were not even human. Two particular ones stared menacingly at each other as if they were ready to kill. They both appeared to be some kind of ninjas, one in black and yellow, the other wearing black and blue. The one in yellow had white, colorless eyes which sent shivers through Joe.
Another two warriors quickly clasped hands in friendship as they asked themselves the ever popular question.
"What's going on Ken? Where are we?"
"I was hoping you could tell me Ryu." His friend replied.
Joe glanced around at each and every person, letting his eyes and brain try to determine which each one was about. His eyes caught one man who stood tall and tanned. He was very muscular and had a head which seemed too small for his body. He had dark black hair.
"Can you smell what The Rock is cooking?" He asked loudly.
"You're gonna smell my fists if you don't stop asking that question!" Hercule glared at him.
Joe let his eyes continue to scan the room, past costumed men, and onto one shirtless, brown-haired man which Mario was now talking to.
"You're-a Bruce Lee-a! Please-a let me have-a your autograph-a!"
"For the last time, I am not Bruce Lee!" The man yelled, "I am just studying his martial arts. My name is Fei Long."
"Well you have to admit, you do look a lot like Bruce Lee." Ken grinned as he shouted over to Fei Long.
"Hey, I know you!" Fei Long said as he left the dejected Mario behind.
And then Joe spotted someone who put both a mix of fear and excitement into him. He began to shake as he tried to contemplate why this creature was here. He locked his eyes onto the silent and angry looking object. It stood around 6'7 tall, having demon like eyes, and a long thick tail which followed it. It had three suction cup like fingertips on each hand, and looked much like an upright beast of a cat. It was a Mew Two…the Mew Two!
Joe's concentration and fixation on this Pokemon was soon snapped as he heard a loud, angry voice rise up.
"I'm going to find out what the hell is going on here." The man in costume roared as he let three adamantium claws slip out of each hand.
"That won't be necessary."
Everyone turned their attention to the speaker. His tall black hood and long black robe concealed his identity. Joe recognized him instantly, he was the same man he had seen before.
"I've decided to give you all some of the answers you've been seeking."
"You better bub, or I'll rip the answers out of you." The clawed man said again.
The hooded man sat there and laughed.
"Your anger is great, I'll be looking forward to watching you fight. But let me warn you now. All of your superpowers will only work in my tournament ring. Out here if you attack me it will be strength versus strength, and I can assure you all that my strength is far superior."
"Tournament?!" Many in the crowd began to stir.
"Why don't we test that theory?" The angry clawed man spoke again.
"Your little metal claws might be working Wolverine, but your self-healing powers aren't. I'd rather you save your energy for the ring, I want a good show."
With that, the masked Wolverine charged the hooded master of the tournament. He rose his right arm, sending one quick swipe toward his hooded head. His claws passed through air and nothing else as he looked in amazement at the tournament master, now on the other side of the room. Some of the others seemed equally impressed.
"I'll be back in a few minutes with the pairings." The hooded man said as he walked off.
As the tournament master walked through the blackened corridor nearest to him, several grinding noises were heard from all around. Four stone doors slid down into place, blocking any exit from the room they were all in.
"A tournament actually sounds like a good thing. What do you guys say? There seems to be some interesting characters here." Ken said to nearby Ryu and Fei Long.
"A tournament! You hear-a that-a Joe?" Mario turned to face him.
"Yeah, it actually sounds kind of exciting."
"Don't you-a worry. These guys may-a be big, but I've beaten big guys before-a. I'm sure you can-a too if you try hard-a."
"Oh, I'm not worried. I don't think that guy wants too see me fight. He wants to see someone else fight." Joe smiled as he tapped a white and red ball tied to his belt.
"What's-a that?" Mario asked.
"This is a pokeball." Joe replied.
"What's in-a that pokeball-a?"
"Well it's my best pokemon. It's called a…"
Joe stopped as a booming voice was heard.
"Stand back everybody. Hercule is going to break us out of here." Hercule said.
He got in a fighting stance as he stared down the door. He began to hum as he concentrated. Everyone watched as thwack! Hercule punched the stone door with all his might. The stone door remained unscathed as Hercule's hand throbbed in pain. A tear came to the corner of his eye.
"How thick is this stupid thing?" He thought as he tried to hold back his tear.
He glanced around at everyone staring back at him.
"Hahahahahaha! I'm just kidding! Just trying to lighten up the mood in here! Ahahahahaha!"
No one responded as they all went back to doing whatever they were doing before. Hercule grabbed his swollen hand.
A few more minutes passed when the tournament master walked back into the room. He looked over the now hushed crowd with his dark eyes, then spoke loud and clear.
"Now then, I will read off the pairings. After I read these out, you will follow me to the tournament ring where the first fight will commence." His deep, raspy voice moved on, "The first fight…will be between Ryu and Mario. The second fight will be between Ken and Joe's pokemon. The next is between Sub-Zero and Samus Aran. Following that will be Scorpion versus Spiderman. After that is Fei Long against Wolverine. Then Hercule and The Rock will face each other."
"Yeah, can you smell what The Rock is cooking?" The Rock interrupted.
"Quiet now!" The hooded man barked, "The next fight will be between Medivh and Mew-Two. And the last fight will be Gul'dan versus The Flash."
Many of the warriors glanced around, trying to figure out who their opponents were.
"Now, follow me."
The tournament master walked over to the very stone door Hercule had hit earlier and shattered it with one blow. Rock burst in every direction, clattering onto the cold ground. He led them over the fresh rubble, down the corridor, and into a large stone arena. The arena was about half the size of a hockey rink, and stretched hundreds of feet upward. Empty stone seats surrounded it, building dozens of rows to the top. The air inside was chill and damp, smelling slightly of mildew. A strange green light illuminated the entire place as well. The hooded tournament master led the party through the arena and to a set of five steps leading into a rectangular room. The room, made of stone as well, was large enough for all of the fighters to stand in and still have plenty of extra room. There were two large openings that provided perfect viewing spots for looking out into the arena. As all were gathered, the tournament master spoke again.
"The rules are quite simple. You will fight until I declare a winner. I will declare a winner if your opponent is too exhausted to continue, falls off of the arena floor, loses consciousness, or I feel does not put up a worthy fight. There is no giving up. If you refuse to fight, as I doubt anyone of you seasoned fighters would, I will deal with you myself. Now that you all have the rules, let's begin. Ryu and Mario, you two fight first."
The tournament master led the two fighters into the arena. He then took his own seat in the stands.
"I'd-a rather race you on-a go karts." Mario told Ryu.
Suddenly the green glow faded, replaced by strong yellow light. Both fighters could feel their powers return as they squared off for the first fight of the tournament.