Hurricane: Just a disclaimer, we do not own KOF or Super Smash Bros, KOF belongs to SNK and SSB belongs to Nintendo.
Konju: Just a minder( in other words minds his own business unless he thinks it involves him).
PROLOGUE
It was relatively early in the morning when K' woke up. He looked out the window over the Southtown streets. After a few minutes, he got out of his bed and headed into the kitchen. He saw a cream-colored envelope, stamped with a circle that had two lines forming a right angle, which he instantly recognized as the symbol or the Super Smash Bros. Tournament. He opened it and looked at what it said.
"To 3-time KOF champion K' and whoever else it may concern…"
Congratulations! You have been invited to participate in the first Annual "King of Smashers" Tournament!
You will be fighting against some of the best warriors in the world, in either the double elimination tournament or the Double Tag Team Tournament.
If you are going to fight in either tournament, you must come to Geese Tower at exactly 5:00 A.M. Saturday May 23. Please bring the essentials (clothes, toiletries, etc.)
NOTE! You must bring at least THREE outfits with you in order to fight in the tournament: One Red, one Green, and one Blue.
We sincerely hope you will be able to attend.
The Southtown Fighting Circuit &The Super Smash Network
K' threw the letter down on the table in front of Maxima and his sister, Whip.
"I don't think we should go," K' said. "You remember the last fighting tournaments we've been in? We've had to fight a crazy clone of me, a psycho who wanted to blow up Southtown, The leader of NESTS, Rugal, some freakshow who could fossilize things, and some weird extredimensional being, not to mention all the weird KOFers!"
Maxima read through the letter, then said, "To hell with what you think, K'. We're going!"
Whip just yawned and griped, "I don't give a damn, so I'm gonna go back to bed…"
As his sister walked away, K' thought, "I thought I was the angsty one…"
ELSEWHERE IN SOUTHTOWN…
Kyo finished reading a letter identical to the one K' got. He was sitting in a small café, reading the letter a peculiar-looking person in a green tunic with a green nightcap and enormous elf ears handed to him.
"So, Mr., um…"
"The name's Link," the man replied.
"Right, Link, does it cost anything to enter?"
"Nope. Actually, you get paid to fight."
"…You're shitting me, aren't you?"
"Nope!"
"And I have 3 weeks to get ready?
"Yep! You better train a lot, too. There are some pretty tough brawlers…"
"Aw, come on! Tougher than the reincarnation of an 8-headed snake demon?"
"Yes."
"…Damn. I really have to train for this. Oh, just out of pure curiosity, how many fighters will there be?"
"If everyone answers to these letters, close to 70."
"Damn! That's a lot of fighters!"
"…You curse a lot."
"No, shit!" Kyo didn't say anything after that, partially because he couldn't think of anything else, and also due to the fact that there was currently a sword being pointed at his neck.
"Look, Kyo, join the tournament or don't, I don't care, just stop cursing."
"O…okay…"
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT…
An 8-year old boy with long, spiky silver hair, a grey t-shirt, and white cargo jeans stared at the letter in his hands. His name was Cyclone Storm, and he was going to prove to the world that he was the world's greatest fighter. (Sure are a lot of people trying to do that T.T) He was sitting on top of a gigantic pillar of rock, and was asking the person standing next to him a question.
"So, big bro Hurricane, do you think we should go to this?"
The person in question, Hector "Hurricane" Storm, ran his fingers through
his black-and-red hair, sighed, and said, "I guess so, seeing as all our other siblings are also."
"Sw33333t! I can't wait to see all the fighters that'll be there!" Cyclone said. He stood up and looked out over the vast desert in front of the pillar. "How long will it take to get to Southtown?"
Hurricane pulled a GPS out of his jacket. "If we travel during the night, we should get there by the 23rd."
"Wow. That's cutting it close."
"Yeah, so we should get moving." With that said, Hurricane jumped off the pillar, with Cyclone close behind. They both created a small tornado, which allowed them to move through the air easily. As they traveled, one thought crossed through Cyclone's mind.
"Wait… WE FORGOT TO HAVE LUNCH!"
AT THE SMASH MANSION…
Marth was looking at the flyer posted on the bulletin board outside the dining hall.
"King of Smashers?…" He was standing there for a few minutes, pondering what this new tournament would be like, when…
"Hey, Marth buddy! Long time no see!" a red-headed swordsman said.
"R-Roy?" Marth stuttered. He couldn't believe his eyes. Roy, the original backup to Marth in the Melee tournament, was here, in the Smash Mansion, with all of his fighting gear. "W-why are you-"
"Shush, shush, Marth-meister. I'm here for the new King Of Smashers tournament!"
"Really?" Marth was shocked that an old Smasher like Roy could make it into the KOS tournament. From what the flyer said, it was only for the "Best of the Best." Anyone who was booted from a tournament was NOT one of the Best of the Best.
"Yeah! I had Ike and Cap. Falcon pull a few strings so I could get in, with a few friends."
Marth shuddered. Roy had few friends, and the ones he had were crazy, (ie. Young Link, Mewtwo, Pichu, and a certain blonde ninja with an orange jumpsuit.) He thought silently, "This'll be hell…"
IN ANOTHER DIMENSION…
Orochi sighed. It had been 12 years since that damn Kusanagi sealed him away in another dimension. He had been stuck shifting from all-powerful snake demon with 8 heads, to 8-headed snake demon who ruled nothing but a bunch of crap in space. He was floating around when he bumped into a strange blue man who was clutching his chest.
"Who the hell're you?" Orochi asked in a menacing voice.
The main in blue simply replied, "I am Tabuu."
Orochi involuntarily shuddered. The name just sent chills run down his spine. "I-I'll just leave you be," he stuttered, and then fled away as fast as he could.
Tabuu stared at the fleeing Orochi, then went back to his business. He had othet hings to do than talk to some 2-bit minor demon…
hh Tabuu paused. He looked at the demon floating away. He recognized him as the legendary 8-headed snake demon, Yamata no Orochi. He quickly vanished, than rematerialized in front of Orochi.
"Waagh!" Orochi screamed. He wasn't expecting this man to suddenly appear in front of him.
"I have a… proposition for you, Yamata no Orochi…"
"What do you want?"
" I want to help you escape from this desolate world, and reclaim the human world as your own, but I will only help you if you swear allegiance to me…"
"Hell no! I'm Orochi! I serve no one but myself! I do what I-" Orochi could not finish his monologue, for Tabuu had grabbed him by the throat. He looked into the two dark pits that were Tabuu's eyes.
"YOU WILL SERVE ME!"
Orochi realized that he was dealing with a demon possibly more powerful than him. For the sake of his own hide, he meekly said, "Fine, I'll serve you."
Tabuu smiled. "Good…"
Hurricane: Thanks for reading! Please review! Expect to see the first chapter on May 23rd!
Konju: Wow, you're actually sticking to a guideline? That's a first…
Hurricane: Shut yo' mouth, foo!