Author: Norris Scott
Author's Notes: Suprise, suprise...at long last! A story that I have the time to actually complete! I've wanted for a long time to do a story on Super Smash Brothers, and what better way then to have an all-out tournament? I'm thinking of advancing off the idea a little after the tournament is done, but because this story is formatted so that each chapter is only one update...be it big or small, that may take awhile. Which means this story's gonna have stayin' power, yo!
There will be twists and turns, shocks and suprises, and good old fashioned ass-kicking fun. Characters will be built as they progress, friendships and relationships formed and bonds growing stronger. Please don't stop reading if your favorite character gets eliminated early on or later into the tournament, as more then likely they will continue to be used throughout the story. Also, I appreciate all feedback and comments and would enjoy hearing it from everyone. Please however, no flaming the idea, concept, or writing style that I'm using. You may post constructive criticism on how I may do things better, but any and all flames will be ignored.
Now then...let the games begin!!!
Chapter One: The Invitations Begin
The cheif executive officer of Smash Headquarters over looked the papers lying on his office desk. So many damn papers...all in preperation for what could be the biggest tournament of the year, if not ever.
Super Smash Brothers: The Tournament
Out of over 100 suggested entrants to be mailed invites to, it had all been narrowed down to 26. Now all that was left was waiting for the response from those invited...and hoping like hell that they would all accept. After all, the prize would be well rewarding enough, yes?
'Now is the time to keep your fingers crossed,' he thought, 'Just hope for the best.'.
DR. MARIO
"Momma mia!" called out the voice of the doctor as he examined some germs under a microscope. He could swear the things were making faces at him, strange as it sounds.
Sitting in his chair, his lab coat still on along with his medical gear. He was busy at work as always, Peach kept telling him to take a vacation. She was a good assistant sometimes but...too caring for her own good. The day Dr. Mario slacks would probably become to day some horrible new virus pops up.
But from what Dr. Mario heard, other doctors were popping up left and right, easily curing new viruses as well. Dr. Mario was a valued member of the medical community, but nowadays he really could use a little vacation, eh?
This of course, led Dr. Mario's hand to subconciously slide over the envelope he'd received earlier. He closed his eyes, remembering the wording on the letter precisely, not a single detail obscured in his precise mind.
CONGRATULATIONS DR. MARIO!
You are among that 25 selected to participate in this year's Super Smash Brothers Tournament! Should you accept, you must be able to pay for your own travel. We shall provide you with lodging, food and everything you could possibly need. However, we do ask that you bring yourself to the tournament.
The tournament is being held at the Final Destination Arena, and fighters will be staying at a nearbye hotel for lodging. The tournament will be held over a span of days, each round lasting through the day.
Prizes will be given to the final four, with the winner receiving a very prestigious award!
Fourth Place: 5,000 Coins For more details on the tournament rules, standards, and other information, call our offices at 935-1657, ext. 200.
Third Place: 10,000 Coins
Second Place: 50,000 Coins
First Place: Super Smash Brothers Tournament Trophy, and 1,000,000 COINS!!!
Was this the vacation he was looking for? It offered excitement and thrills...the chance at great prizes! Maybe if he won he could put those 1 million coins to use here at the lab. Better funding for equipment, better medicine manufacturing, better everything! He would become a super doctor, in a sense! Maybe he could finally be able to find a way to make man IMMUNE to all viruses and bacerias alike! One could hope, right?
Dr. Mario smiled, he would enter this tournament. And he would win it all in the name of medical science.
MARIO, LUIGI, & PEACH
"Jumpin' Goombas, Mario! That was some swing!" Luigi commented, clapping for his brother. Mario threw out a thumbs up, laughing a little.
"Well'a Luigi my brother, you don'ta just master golf a'overnight!" Mario said, bringing the golf club up onto his shoulder.
The sound of running. Both brothers turned and saw Peach running towards them, smiling. Mario looked over at Luigi and the both of them shared a shrug, as Luigi set up for his turn at the hole.
"Mario! Luigi! Look at this!" Peach shouted enthusiastically. "We've all been invited to this tournament thing!"
The both of them looked over again, blinking a little as Peach arrived, standing next to Mario and smiling. "It says here that we've all been invited to participate in the Super Smash Brothers Tournament!"
"Super Smasha brothers eh? Shouldn't be a problem'a for us! We ARE'a the Mario Brothers!" Luigi said proudly, leaning slightly against his golf club.
"It says here that the winner gets...oh WOW! 1 million coins?! That's amazing! Imagine what we could do with THAT!" she said, smiling broadly as her voice went dreamy.
"Hmmm...1 million'a coins is quite alot'a of money! We've got about'a that much'a stored in the Mushroom'a Kingdom Vault, and that'sa the money that the Mushroom'a Kingdom runs on! Imagine'a if we had that kind of money just for ourselves'a!" Mario exclaimed, smiling as well.
"We could afford our our kingdom together Mario! Oh, wouldn't that be wonderful?" Peach said, smiling happily. "Just you and me, no one else to bother us! And Luigi could get his own mansion by us so we could all visit each other!" she said, but Luigi let out a groan, turning to his tee.
"I'va had enough'a of mansions since'a the last one, Princess..." Luigi said, shaking his head at the memories. Mario and Peach laughed lightly as Luigi raised his arms, bringing the club swinging down...
"You're swing is of---" Peach began, but it was too late. Luigi's club struck the golf ball, sending it soaring...soaring...soaring...into a lake.
"...off." Peach finished, blinking a little.
"...thanks'a" Luigi said, smacking his forehead as Mario chuckled at his brother, going over and patting him on the shoulder.
"Better'a hope you win the tournament'a! That's another 100 coins'a you owe me'a brother! Better'a stop betting on'a games you can'ta win!" Mario laughed.
Luigi crossed his arms, mumbling in defeat.
BOWSER
The eery Koopa Castle was quiet...so quiet. Serene in fact, an uncommon thing. The goombas marched about, surveying the area as the Koopa Troopas stood gaurd at the front doors.
A high pitched scream broke the silence, causing all of Bowser's minions and most common of Mario's foes to cringe.
"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDY!!" cried the only female of Bowser's children in her shrill voice, Wendy O Koopa was not one you wanted to upset.
"WHAT?!" Bowser roared, upset at the sudden disturbance of such a nice, calm period of time in the castle. Even he needed a break sometimes.
"LARRY BROKE MY DOLLY! FIX IT NOW! FIX IT FIX IT FIX IIIIIIIITTTT!!!" she screamed again. One of the Goombas fell over, unable to handle the shrill voice of their bosses daughter.
Kalek looked over at the girl, newspaper levitating in front of him as he frowned and though to himself 'Ugh...spoiled little child. She's nothing like her father was, atleast he got upset over the right reasons.'
Suddenly Ludwig, eldest of Bowser's children, came running in on the scene with an envelope in his hands, flailing his arm about excitedly.
"Dad! Dad! Look at thi--" he was promptly cut off, smacked by his sister.
"I WAS TALKING TO HIM FIRST LUDWIG, WAIT YOUR TURN!" she screamed, glaring.
Ludwig, held at his cheek where his sister slapped him, before growling and ramming into her, HARD. Bowser sighed as he watched his daughter fly across the room and hit one of the pillars, letting out an enraged scream and charging for her brother. Leaning over, Bowser snatched the envelope from his sons hands before his daughter speared him through the air. He opened the envelope and read over the paper.
"Hmmm...a tournament? Surely Mario and his brother were invited as well...I have a chance to get my revenge against those pesky plumbers AND nab 1 million coins. Finally...I will be able to actually ursurp the Mushroom Kingdon and take control! Victory is at hand, my children!" hhe roared, making a fist.
But his children paid him no mind, as they exited their rooms to see what the noise was about.
"WHOAH! FIGHT! SWEET!" Roy roared, charging towards his brother and sister and entering the mayhem. Soon all the Koopa siblings were going at it, screaming and pounding away at each other. Bowser watched and sighed, shaking his head.
"Then again...this is a vacation in disguise as well, and I sure as hell have needed one for some time..." Bowser muttered, shaking his head.
Kalek eyed the brawling siblings with disdain, muttering as well, "Amen to that."
YOSHI
It was another happy, fun filled day on Yoshi's island. Birds were chirping, Yoshi's busy at work. However one in particular was going through town today, spreading his good news to all. This particular Yoshi was well known for being Mario's best companion, constantly there to help his old friend out.
He had been one of the 25 exclusively selected to take place in the Super Smash Brothers Tournament too! How exciting!
Yoshi ran happily through the town, meeting with all off his friends and speaking of the news. Many of his family and friends were wishing him luck. That day a small celebration was held for him, everyone wishing him the best of luck in the tournament.
Imagine what 1 million coins could do for this island! More food for everyone! Better homes! So many great things can come of this!
Yoshi was excited and happy too, he hadn't seen his friends in quite some time. I would be great to see them again. Would he have to fight any of them? Maybe so...but if he did then it would be a friendly battle!
Yoshi smiled, watching some of the children dancing about happily. Yoshi's Island had never been so bright, and it very well might get brighter soon.
DONKEY KONG
"Whoah dude...those things are huge!" Donkey Kong said with a smirk, watching as Diddy carried a load of extra large bannanas. Daisey was out for the day with friends and wouldn't be back until later that day, leaving the place to him and Diddy. A regular day for the men of the family, they were looking forward to goofing off.
Diddy grimaced a little, chuckling. "Yeah...a little help DK?" he said, sweating a little.
"Sure thing bro, no prob!" Donkey Kong said, going over. He crossed his arms, thinking carefully before reaching up and plucking two of th elarger bannanas out of the bunch and squeezing the ends, forcing both of them out. He caught one with ease in his mouth, eating it almost instantly and catching the second as well, repeating the process.
"HEY!" Diddy shouted at him, "I said HELP me not EAT the bannanas!"
"I WAS helping you! Lightinin' the load for ya' buddy!" Donkey Kong laughed, discarding the bannana peels.
"Ugh.." Diddy shook his head, smirking a little and carrying the bannanas inside, settting them by their couch. He saw an envelope on the coffee table and blinked, tilting his head.
"Say DK, what's this?" Diddy asked, raising a furry brow.
"Ah, just some invitation to a tournament thing goin' on at the Final Destination Arena." Donkey Kong replied, entering and nabbing another bannana, unpeeling it and taking a big bite out of it.
"Hmmm...you goin'?" Diddy asked him, Donkey Kong shrugged and smirked.
"Man, the prize is 1 million coins, you know how many bannanas we could get outta that? Hell yeah I'm goin'!" DOnkey Kong laughed! Diddy's jaw dropped, 1 million coins?! They could get ALOT more then just bannanas from that...
"W-w-whoah! That's alot!" Diddy stuttered.
"Yeah man...and if I win this baby, we're gonna be livin' the good life moreso then we all ready are!" Donkey Kong laughed, kicking up his feet. "Now come on man, these bannanas don't eat themselves! I'd hate to see ya' miss out on such tasty treats."
CAPTAIN FALCON
Nothin' like race day. The excitement. The thrills, the chills, the crazy-ass stunts some of the newbie drivers pull tryin' to cut you off at the turns. Captain Falcon lived for this, just like he did bounty hunting. Two of his favorite things, he did them practically every day. Constantly working out to stay in shape for these sort of things had left his body quite chisled and defined, and it showed through his suit.
Spandex may be uncomfortable, but DAMN did it turn the ladies on. Falcon smirked, hopping into the Blue Falcon. He placed on his helmet, turning on the ol'baby and driving to the starting line to meet up with the other racers.
Ready? Yep. Set? Yep. GO! Sure thing.
The Blue Falcon zipped down the raceway alongside the other racers, as Falcon felt the familiar rush of adrenaline. All ready some idiot had crashed, swerving off course trying to ram someone else.
His thoughts drifted to this tournament thing, 24 other people? Who the hell would he meet in this thing? Surely they wouldn't be TOO tough for him.
Another crash. Damn rookies, can't control shit on the track nowadays can they?
It shouldn't be too bad, this tournament gig. Hell maybe he'd win. Those 1 million coins could come in handy for suping up his baby and some new shit for his bounty hunting. Should be interesting.
Ah...there's the finish line now. Just a little further...little further...
Bam.
The crowd roared as the Blue Falcon rushed past the finish line, coming in first for the qualifiers. Later that day, the real races would start. But damn it felt good to win.
Just like it would when he won that tournament.
FOX & FALCO
"Let's get these idiots off our tails, Falco." Fox said, smirking as he glided through the air with ease in the Airwing. Enemy fighters were on his tail and lasers were shooting all over the place.
"Damn! They're packing some heat!" Falco said, laughing. "Hey Slippy! Get your lazy ass to work and get a few of these off my tail so I can catch up with Fox and get this thing started!"
"Sure thing Falco!" Slippy replied over their communications system. The Great Fox's giant ray guns began charging as Falco easily weaved in between the shots being fired at him, leading his enemies right into focus...
The sounds of laser fire filled the air as the Great Fox let off a volley of shots, destroying several enemy fighters.
"YEAH! Nice shootin' Slippy! All right Fox, let's do this!" Falco yelled. The both of them nodded and made their turns, still getting shot at as they flew right towards each other. Both suddenly veered off in opposite directions, causing the ships following them cloesly to crash head on and the others to continue firing, blowing each other up as their laser shots found their marks.
"Haha! Nice moving there Falco! Good job, all right, let's head on in." Fox laughed.
Both members of the Star Fox team docked on the Great Fox, getting out of their ships and smirking at each other.
"Damn good performance out there, we kicked some ass." Falco smirked.
"Heh...yeah. Hey speaking of which, you heard about this tournament gig goin' on? We've been invited to join in on this thing, prize is 1 million coins. 23 others are participating." Fox spoke.
"Yeah, I heard. Should prove to be interesting." Falco replied.
"So I take it you're joinin' too?" Fox smirked, to which Falco merely shrugged.
"Why not? Some chance to get a little extra cash...I figure I could spare some time in my schedule for a little ass beating." Falco said.
Fox chuckled, looking out to the heavens. Did his father ever participate in things like this? Hell, maybe this could be another chance to make his old man proud as he watched down on him.
Maybe...
NESS
It was another normal day in the land of Onnet, happy people minding their own business. Cars flying bay at insanely high speeds. And a little psychic boy by the name of Ness out shopping today for some food.
He had received an envelope as well inviting him to join in the tournament. He was very excited, it would definatly be an adventure to remember! So many new people to meet...maybe he would make some friends?
Ness whistled a tune to himself as he walked down the street, excited about the upcoming tournament. Heck, maybe he'd win the big prize. 1 million coins would really help him out, that's for sure. He could get alot of things with that kind of money.
But could he in? Who were the other 24? Only time could really tell for the young psychic, but after all he'd gone through in the past? He was fine with having to be a little patient.
ICE CLIMBERS: POPO & NANA
Another icey mountain conquered. Those polar bears were getting more vicious every time.
Popo admired the view from the top of the mountain, holding Nana close and smiling. The both of them enjoyed ice-climbing, such as their name indicated. The Ice Climbers were an unstoppable force in their territory, conquering the harsh winter environments.
But could they do the same in a place like the Final Destination Arena?
Nana sighed, leaning into Popo a little. They could use the 1 million coin prize, get themselves a good sized house on a mountain, more ice climbing equipment. It WOULD be nice...that's for sure.
They were being counted as one person, apparently. The Ice Climbers were a team, they really couldn't function without the other. Maybe those in charge saw that and let them stay together? Whatever the case...their odds at winning were alot better.
But what about the other 24? How trong were they? Would they really be able to conquer what would lie before them?
Popo kicked at a rock, watching it tumble and fall a good distance before bopping one of the polar bears upside the head. The bear roared and looked about, confused.
They'd done it before...they could do it again.
KIRBY
Dreamland had never been so peaceful.
Kirby sighed, a bit bored. He was happy as ever that Dreamland was free of all those baddies, but in a way it left him without alot to do. This little pink baloon needed excitement. Sure, he was a hero in Dreamland, but nowadays there wasn't much to be a hero over.
But then again, there was that envelope he'd received. The Super Smash Brothers Tournament. 25 entrants...including him. The excitement he needed, could this be it? Obviously this was a big thing, the prize being 1 million coins and all.
Kirby smiled, regaining his bounce as he hopped up and flew off, deciding that he might as well go get ready. It'd be odd, leaving Dreamland for awhile....but a little change never hurt right? Who knows, maybe he'd come back 1 million coins richer. That kind of money could really help out Dreamland.
SAMUS
Ridley. That damned thing was always bothering her. Samus blasted a few good shots at the flying menace, keeping it at bay as she readied her rockets. Once prepared, she shot off a few rockets at him and began to charge up her attack. Ridley shook from the force of the projectiles but kept coming, closing in on Samus.
A little more...just a little more...NOW!
Samus let loose with her plasma cannon, the fully charged orb crashing into Ridley and shocking the creature, sending it flying into oblivion. Why did the thing insist upon coming after her? It was bad enough, dealing with Mother Brain and the Metroids...
That's why this tournament thing came at a perfect time for her. She was needing to get away for awhile. Action had calmed down quite alot lately, and she needed some time away, a little vacation. Sure...a tournament of fighters wasn't exactly the greatest vacation in the world but it still was a vacation for her.
She got the envelope earlier in the week, and after a little thought decided to join in the thing. It sounded promising, and most definatly challenging. Maybe she'd meet some people there, maybe she'd see him.
Samus smirked to herself a little. She hadn't seen him in years...they'd met going after the same bounty and decided to work together. Pretty nice guy, a bit bulky, but nice.
Samus could hear Ridley coming back for more, that stupid thing never did know when to give up.
Just wait...the tournament will come soon enough and you won't see this thing's face for days. Happy thoughts, Aran, happy thoughts.
ZELDA, LINK, YOUNG LINK & GANONDORF
Link sat quietly, meditating under a tree. His sword and sheild remained at his side as always, ready for anything that may come after him. Zelda was standing in the feilds, staring at the clear sky alongside the young child whom had recently accompanied them. A younger version of Link...somehow brought from the past.
Was it fate then, that a day later they'd all be invited to join in a tournament?
Link remembered all of his battles with Ganondorf, the struggle over Hyrule. This tournament would grant the winner 1 million coins. 1 million coins that could help Hyrule out quite nicely. Link had gone through some of his hardest battles in this world, would he find harder ones in these new lands?
Zelda looked towards him, smiling, as Young Link stared off into the distance at something. A figure looming against a tree in the forest, watching them....frowning with disgust.
Ganondorf too had been invited to this tournament, and saw it as a way to eliminate Link once and for all. The million coins would help him out alot, but with Link and possibly even Zelda out of the way, he could finally take over this place once and for all. Finally, all would have to answer to HIM...no longer able to look towards Link as a saviour.
Their saviour would die...and he would die at his hands. This tournament would mark the end of Hyrule.
Young Link's eyes burnt holes through the forest, staring at the shadow. He knew it was him...and he knew what he was waiting for.
Suddenly...this tournament had became much more complicated.
MEWTWO, PIKACHU, PICHU & JIGGLYPUFF
"Pi! Pi pika, Pikachu pi!" Pikachu said, smiling happily at it's friends. Pichu rolled around under a tree, apple in it's little hands as it listened to it's elder pokemon tell a story. Jigglypuff sat atop a tree branch, watching down on them and smiling, listening carefully.
However, their fun was cut short as a rather large Pokemon came in on the scene. Mewtwo had arrived. Pichu stopped rolling, looking up at the scary Pokemon and cowering lightly as Pikachu, more used to his presence, began to speak again.
"Pika! Pika pi chu! Pikapi? Pikachu! Pi pika pi!" it spoke, tilting it's head. Mewtwo shook it's head lightly.
"Nothing is wrong, do not worry." it thought, his thoughts entering the minds of the others. "We have all been invited to participate in a tournament of sorts. Winner receives 1 million coins. While we Pokemon find no real need for money, I suppose that we could give it to one of your trainers should one of us win. Would you all like to participate?" Mewtwo asked.
Jigglypuff floated down and the three looked towards each other. Pikachu and Jigglypuff spoke breifly, with Pichu adding in a few quips of "Pi!" from time to time. Not long after, the three turned to the larger Pokemon and nodded, smiling.
"So we are all in, then? Excellent, I cannot wait to see what challenges I may face. It's been awhile since I've had one, myself." Mewtwo thought once again.
The three Pokemon simply nodded in understandment.
MARTH & ROY
"We've been through alot." Roy spoke, walking through the halls of the castle alongside the betrayed Prince, Marth.
"Indeed we have..." Marth spoke quietly.
"What do you think of this tournament, Marth? Surely you have something to say...it's been years since we last picked up our swords. In a way it's like riding a bike, one never forgets how to use it. However, we do not know how skilled our opponents may be." Roy said, turning a corner along with Marth. They entered a chamber where they had their swords hanging upon the wall.
Roy walked over to his sword and took it down, smiling at it. Marth did the same and cut the air a few times, looking towards Roy.
"This tournament shall be a good way to get us back to how we once were, Roy. Should we ever come under attack...we would be rusty. However, with this tournament we have the chance to hone our skills once again. I have faith in our abilities, and so should you." Marth sheathed his sword.
"It is not faith which I lack with my abilities, it is knowledge. How should I know if I am still as strong as I once was?" Roy asked. Marth turned to him, frowning slightly.
"That...is something you find out in battle. One cannot truly tell how they are at something, unless they participate in it. And neither of us have needed to pick up our swords for quite some time. This is our chance, Roy. We musn't let it slip." Marth said sternly.
"Agreed," Roy replied, nodding his head. "And if one of us should win...the million coins shall come in handy, no?"
Marth nodded his head, smiling.
A real challenge...something they both needed. This tournament would provide them one, and how they took it on...would be decided in battle.
MR. GAME & WATCH
The 2D man was having a blast in the Flatzone. Cooking, he did enjoy cooking. His friends were out having fun, playing gaes and whatnot...but he was inside cooking, readying himself for a great meal before he would leave for this tournament he'd been invited for.
He had spent some time practicing his skills, brushing off some old techniques of his from way back when. The good old days were long since gone, but Mr. Game & Watch still loved them.
1 million coins would really help spruce up the flatzone, make things bigger for it's occupants and whatnot. Mr. Game & Watch kicked back, careful not to tip over in his chair. This tournament would prove to be an interesting thing, and he was ready to bring home that money to his friends and family...bring it home for the Flatzone.
He was ready to win.
Smash Headquarter's CEO was sweating bullets as soon as he'd been told he had a call from his assistant, who was told only to call once all 25 entrants had responded. Shakily, he reached down and lifted the phone, bringing it to his ear.
"Hello? What did they say?" he asked, taking a deep breath. Moments passed...they felt like an eternity, before finally a wide grin broke out on his face.
"All 25 have agreed to enter...thank God." He breathed a sigh of relief, smiling. "Thank you for your help...I appreciate it very much. Yes, and I hope you enjoy the tournament...as I promise, front row center, west wing. Youv'e got them." the CEO smiled even more, chuckling softly. "Goodbye to you as well."
He hung up the phone and sunk into his chair, sighing in relief. They'd done it...they'd actually done it. Smash Headquarters had organized what was going to be one of the greatest tournaments of all time...and who knows what they could follow it up with?! The possibilities were endless!
But now...now was time to plan for the opening ceremonies, to plan the matches...and to hype the event like fuckin' hell. All in the span of 6 months.
'...plenty of time.' thought the CEO to himself, nodding slightly.
Or perhaps too much? The smashers were ready and waiting to be called upon...now was the time to wait.
Six months passed and the tournament was ready, the smashers called in to seperate portions of the arena to enter through. This was their first time at the arena, everything kept so secret from them they didn't even know whom they were facing, much less who all was participating. All 25...restless, anxious, or just ready to go.
Finally, the opening ceremonies had arrived.
NEXT CHAPTER: The Opening Ceremonies!