Hi guys! No, this hasn't got anything to do with Unreal Tournament 2004. I just borrowed the ideas from the game!
I don't own Devil May Cry, Lucky Star, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Resident Evil, Soul Calibur, Soul Eater, Street Fighter or Tekken.
May the games begin!
Prologue: Before the tournament.
Dante was sat in his chair, in his office, eating a slice of pizza when an arrow shot flew the window, hitting the back wall. Dante slowly turned his head to the arrow, sighing. If they wanted to kill me, their aims a bit off. Dante thought. He stood up, pulling the arrow out of the wall. A paper note then slid out of the arrow tip.
Dear warrior!
I am holding a tournament to see who is the strongest of all!
If you wish to participate, please come to 1994 Death street, Tokyo.
Jin Kazama.
P.S. There is a reward of $1,000,000,000 for the winner.
Dante just started laughing. He grabbed his big red coat, his sword 'Rebellion' and his twin pistols – Ebony and ivory – and then, grinning like a shark, kicked the doors to his shop open. He stood outside and in a big, dramatic manor, put the coat on. He sneezed at the end, and he turned around. Not again. Please not again.He thought, but alas, his shop fell down into a heap. "Aw fuck it; I needed a new location anyway"
And Dante ran off down the road, smiling.
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Virgil had already succumbed to the darkness. He was now sat on his own little throne, overlooking his little 'town'. It was all old-fashioned; old houses, old town buildings and old library's. He saw a messenger boy – Nero, Vergil believed his name was – running at him. "Sir! Important news!" Nero said, sliding to a halt. "What is it?"
"Someone called Jin Kazama is holding a tournament to see who is the strongest of all! You should enter!" Nero said. "Fine. I will represent us" Vergil said. He hadn't had a good fight in a long time. He grabbed his sword – Yamato – and walked over to his teleporter. "Sir! It's being held at 1994 Death Street, Tokyo!" Nero said before Virgil vanished into the darkness.
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Leon was sat at his desk, cleaning his handgun. He also had Ada's Blacktail next to him – it never moved – and he still had the keys that Ada had thrown him to leave the Island. Ashley was playing the Xbox that was also in his room – Call of Booty; Modern Bounty 3 – and was drinking a can of Dr Pepper. Leon jumped, however, when his office phone went off. "Leon speaking" He said. "Hello, Mr Leon. I have a proposition for you" The voice on the other end of the phone said. "What is it?" Leon asked. "I am holding a tournament to see who is the strongest warrior in the world; would you be so kind as to join?"
"Sorry, but I have plans."
"Then we have no choice but to kill Ashley."
"What did you say!"
"You have a choice. You come into this tournament, and she will live. If you don't, we kill her. Simple."
"Fine. Where do I go?"
"1994 Death Street, Tokyo"
"I'll be there soon".
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Siegfried walked into the old castle – most of it had burned down – and he followed his mind as to where his old room was. He felt tears welling up, but wiped them away. He felt his left arm starting to tremble, and then it happened; the visions of his arm, turning back into his Nightmare arm. He hadn't had a good night's sleep in a few months, and he always got a few hours, but not much more than that. His hand gripped Soul Calibur tightly, and the pain in his arm went away. A note then glided down to his feet. Siegfried picked it up.
Dear warrior!
I am holding a tournament to see who is the strongest of all!
If you wish to participate, please come to 1994 Death street, Tokyo.
Jin Kazama.
P.S. There is a reward of $1,000,000,000 for the winner.
"Nightmare will probably turn up. This is my only chance for redemption" Siegfried said. He turned around and started walking away from the old castle, determination to stop the cursed sword once and for all building within him.
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Nightmare laughed. He had just killed another person. Did that make 1 million? Nightmare didn't know. All he knew was that he needed more souls. He walked into another shop, easily slicing the shop owner in half. These people weren't giving him any good souls. He noticed a piece of paper, labelled "To Siegfried". Nightmare quickly snatched the paper up, reading it.
Dear warrior!
I am holding a tournament to see who is the strongest of all!
If you wish to participate, please come to 1994 Death street, Tokyo.
Jin Kazama.
P.S. There is a reward of $1,000,000,000 for the winner.
Nightmare laughed again, the laugh soon turning into a howl. "Siegfried will be there! This time, his soul will remain mine forever!" Nightmare said, holding Soul Edge up in the air.
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Ryu walked through one of the many roads in Tokyo, his duffle bag slightly banging against his back. A man tapped Ryu on the shoulder, so he turned around. "Are you Ryu?"
"Who's asking?"
"I have a message for you. A tournament is being held to see who is the most powerful in the world. You are invited to attend"
"And what good will it do me?"
"If you win, the good master might just help you control the Satsui-no-hado"
"Where is it?" Ryu demanded.
"1994 Death Street" The man said, turning around and disappearing in a puff of smoke.
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Maka and Soul were quietly doing work when they heard a knock at the door. "I'll get it!" Soul said. He slowly opened the door, looking at the person standing there. He was wearing a black tuxedo, complete with matching pants and white sneakers. "I have a mission for you both" The man said, adjusting his tie. "What is it?"
"A friend of mine is holding a tournament to find the strongest fighter in the world. He wants you and your Mister to attend" The man said, handing Soul a piece of paper. "That has the address on it; I assume you will co-operate?" The man asked, turning around and walking away. "Hey Maka, we need to talk"
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Wesker was sat at his desk in Umbrella, going through files and other paperwork when he got a call. "Sir Wesker, I believe?" A man said. "What is it to you?" Wesker replied, putting his paper down. "I have a proposition for you; if you enter my tournament, I will help you smuggle B.O.W.'s out of the country. Oh, you have to win first" The man said. "Where's the location?"
"1994 Death Street."
"I'll meet you there"
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Konata Izumi was a total anime nerd. She loved everything to do with anime. However, she was also a really good martial artist. "Konata dear! You have a phone call!" Konatas' dad called out. Konata slowly pulled herself out of her chair and into a pounc-like crouch, and then ran for the phone. "Hello?"
"Are you Konata Izumi?"
"Yes?"
"We have Kagami hostage. If you want her to live, you will do as I say"
"What do you want me to do?" Konata said, waving her father away. "You will enter the tournament at 1994 Death Street." The man said, hanging up the phone.
Kagami. I'm coming.
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Black Star never answered the phone. That's why he had Tsubaki. She always enjoyed answering the phone, so it was no surprise that she did when it rang. "Hello?" Tsubaki asked, sitting down next to the phone. "Are you the weapon Tsubaki?"
"Yes?"
"Soul and Maka are entering my tournament; you are also invited to join"
"Tsubaki, was that a tournament offer?"
"Yes, Black star…" She said, knowing he was going to accept. "So where's it at?"
"Where is the tournament being held?"
"1994 Death Street."
Hello! That's the prologue! That's not all the characters, but the others won't need introducing!
