Super Smash Bros

Super Smash Bros. Ultimate Tournament

A fanfiction by ArktheMushroom

A/N: Don't expect to see a lot of your favorites here. This is a story about who I want to see in Smash Bros., but a few old favorites will be kept. But, will they win? Let's see.

Disclaimer: I don't own Smash Bros., or any characters represented in this story.

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In a dark room, they all stood around, wondering why they were there. Some of them were small; some were average; and some were gigantic. Some were mundane, some were weird, and some were glowing, in one way or another.

Suddenly, a plasma screen blinked to life, illuminating the ones at the fore of the group; a tall boy, in his late teens, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and pointy ears. He wore a strange, pointy green hat, similar tunic, white underclothes, with brown boots and gloves. At his back were a large, metal shield, a radiant sword with a blue hilt, and a bow, with a quiver of arrows.

A small, chubby man, half the height of the sword-bearing boy, with red hat and sweater, blue overalls, white gloves and brown boots. His hair was brown, eyes blue. He had a very large nose and a bushy black mustache. Next to him was a slightly taller and slimmer figure, wearing a green hat and sweater.

And next to them, a gigantic turtle demon, with red hair, a spiked shell, a spiked choker and spiked wrist-collars, and yellow-ish, scaly skin. His mouth was lined with teeth, and his red eyes were narrowed in rage.

A hand, a giant, gloved hand, rather like the gloves the short men wore, appeared on the screen. "Welcome, my fuckers, to my tournament; Super Smash Brothers Ultimate Tournament!"

The ones at the front of the group groaned; the boy said, "Not again!" and the turtle-thing roared.

"That's right, again. And this time, it's a no-holds barred, anything goes, fight to the death! There are no items; nothing to help you! Just you, your weapons, and your powers to battle with. And make no mistake, there are some here who would kill you in normal circumstances, so your best bet is to fight for your life. Let's get the first round underway, bitches!"

Glass tubes came down, then, from the ceiling, in different sizes, trapping the individual fighters. Then the floor dropped out from under two of them.

"First round: Link, versus…."

The two fighters landed, heavily, on their feet, in a barren, desert-like wasteland. Link looked over at his opponent…and nearly shit himself.

"Nightmare!"

At seven feet tall, red eyes blazed through the slits of a grooved and ridged helmet, bearing a foot-long, orange jewel-horn. His dark, ridged and spiked armor moved like flesh, a fanged mouth holding a brightly glowing eye on his torso surrounded by indigo energy. His left hand was massive, with three large claws, his left holding a massive blade of red energy, with a purple hilt that also had an eye in it. His feet had three long, metal toes that curved down, and as he took a heavy step forward, a billowing cloak of purple shadows rolled out from his shoulders. He laughed, a hollow, cruel sound, echoing strangely against his metal helmet.

"Begin!"

Nightmare strode calmly and purposefully up to Link, who removed his sword and shield, getting into a battle stance. He seemed calm; inside, he was screaming in terror. This was worse than Gannon! With Gannon, he merely had to fight a dark sorcerer; this guy was a fucking demon!

"You have no chance," said Nightmare, almost sadly. "The Soul Edge disintegrates everything it touches; this will be all-too easy!" He lifted his sword, and brought it down in a heavy, overhead chop. Link raised his sword, hoping for the best….

Clank! His sword glowing brighter, infused with all of the courage and righteousness of a hero, the magic of the Master Sword fended off the dark power of the Soul Edge, helping him overcome Nightmare's titanic strength, and with a grunt of effort, pushed the Dark Knight back.

"What?!"

Link came forward, rushing in with a lunge; Nightmare brought the Soul Edge screaming in from the side, knocking the Master Sword away; with his massive hand, he lifted Link up, squeezing; then he threw him over ten feet, chuckling. "You may have your sword, boy, but you'll never have this! Demon Skill: Hellfire Stream!" Raising his giant hand, a stream of red and black fire poured from his palm and sped at Link, with the smell of sulfur and brimstone.

"Nayru's Love!" A pale blue shield, shaped like a pointy diamond, surrounded Link. When the fire hit, the barrier began to spin, forking the fires harmlessly off to his sides. When the stream of fire ended, he pointed his sword at Nightmare. "Din's Fire!" A ball of fire shot from the tip of his sword, and hit Nightmare in the face, doing…nothing! The demon laughed.

"You'll have to do better than that, boy! Abyssal Skill: Nightmare Gaze!" Link tried to turn his gaze away, but found that an invisible force seemed to be pushing his gaze towards Nightmare, whose eyes were glowing. They locked gazes, Nightmare said, "Eternal Torment!" and the world fell away.

Link was in a terrible place; a large room, the ceiling, walls and floor looking like the innards of a giant monster. Veins ran along the floor up to the ceiling, and everything was a sickly flesh color, with splotches of red and patches of what looked like burn scars. Hideous shapes, limbs, and faces pushed outward from somewhere behind the innards, like grotesque hernias, wailing and sobbing and screaming in pain.

Link tried to move, but found he could not. Looking back to what hold him, he tried to scream, until a disgusting, slimy black tentacle forced itself into his mouth, and began to swell into a ball, cutting off his voice. He was held by what seemed to be a glistening slug, with dozens of tiny, fanged mouths and no eyes, keeping him bound by slimy, questing tendrils, holding him against it while it oozed putrid slim on his body, which began to eat away at his clothes; his eyes filled with pain as the tiny mouths began to bite into his flesh, but he couldn't scream. And in front of him was the eye, the brightly glowing, indigo-surrounded eye.

"You put up a good struggle, little human, but it is over. Your soul will be mine to torment, to rend, to tear, forever and ever in the darkest pits of the Abyss. A world of skinless, blood-soaked nightmares, demonic beings, despondent, wailing souls, lakes of fire, and every earthly torture you can imagine, and some that mortals don't even have names for yet."

Link could feel the creatures tearing away his flesh, and blood running like little rivers down his body. The slim began to corrode his flesh and the tissue and meat underneath; his hair was melted away, and his eyes began to boil. His tongue, forced into his throat, was swelling.

"This is just a taster, punk!"

As Link began to let go and accept his impending death, something amazing happened. His blue eyes flashed green, and somewhere in the depths of his soul, a beast howled in rage. Then a bright flash went off, and Nightmare screamed in pain and fury.

Link opened his eyes; the horrible flesh-world was gone. He was standing in a thick, silent forest, and his body felt painless. Everything was peaceful; but something was off. His vision was different, like looking through a magnifying glass; everything distorted when his head turned, and his world was gray. He tried to speak; it came out as a growl. He tried to reach for his sword; his foreleg only lifted straight in front of him. His tail swung wildly in agitation, and he-wait…tail?

He glanced down, and saw his arms and hands had turned into forelegs and paws. He let out a low growl that became a bark. He shook his head, feeling his bristling fur begin to soften, and he could suddenly smell everything. That's when he remembered; he still had the power of the wolf.

If he could have laughed, he would have. An otherworldly source seemed to have saved his ass. Then he heard the deep panting. He turned around, and came face to face with two brightly glowing red eyes staring into his at eye-level, surrounded by the canine-like, golden-furred face of a spirit wolf. He took a step back, but the thing pounced.

The next thing Link knew, he was pushing himself to his feet, in human form. Standing before him was a very large, armored skeleton, whom he knew. This was the warrior who had taught him so much about fighting. He walked over with his hand outstretched.

POW! A powerful blow to the cheek sent him sprawling back. "You young fool!" The skeletal warrior was obviously pissed. "Have you forgotten everything that I taught you? Do you not remember who you are, and your destiny? Your purpose? You have the gall to call yourself the Hero of Time?! No!"

Link got to his feet again, angry. "You don't get it, I'm not fighting Gannondorf again, this is-"

"-just another obstacle to be overcome! If you were fighting the way I showed you, you could be winning! Instead, you come at him with these kid moves, playing with the gifts of the goddesses like an unbeatable strategy! Relying on them! Fight like a swordsman, for Christ's sake!! Use some cunning! You have the form of the wolf, put it to use! Now get out there and beat his ugly ass!"

With that, Link found himself back in the forest, in wolf form. The old warrior was right. It was time to fight like a warrior. No, better, it was time to fight like the demonic swordsman himself; ruthlessly!

He could feel Nightmare tromping through the forest. "Come out, little mortal. You know your time is up. Accept your fate. Hmm?"

Link allowed himself to be seen, then sprinted off. "Just a wolf," he heard Nightmare mutter. Changing back to his human form, he backed off and ran along the edges of Nightmare's vision, hidden in silhouette.

"AHA!" Nightmare hurled his Soul Edge, to know effect. Next he saw the wolf again, in front of him. No, Link, giggling behind him! The Soul Edge returned to his hand; the wolf was off to his left; no, Link in front; the wolf, behind. "What is going on here?!"

Nightmare's answer came in the form of Link, charging right at him. As Nightmare took a vicious sideways swipe, Link ducked and rolled under the blade, coming to a stop behind Nightmare and cutting back a reverse swipe. Nightmare felt the blade bite into his armor-like skin, spilling putrid, black blood. Nightmare reversed the direction of his blade, slamming into Link with the flat of the Soul Edge, knocking him on his back.

"If that had been the edge, you would be a pile of ash."

Link sprung to his feet, and spun to face Nightmare. Their swords met as they took savage slashes met with solid blocks and parries, dodging counter strikes. Link rushed in and shield-slammed Nightmare, sending him reeling back. He rolled around Nightmare's side and sprung up, swinging his sword as he spun, cutting off Nightmare's massive arm. The Dark Knight responded by kicking Link in his rupees.

Laughing, Nightmare aimed to chop into Link's neck. The Hero of Time ducked low, sprung back up, and slammed the butt of the Master Sword where Nightmare's nose should be, watching more blood pour past the bottom of his helmet. Nightmare snapped his neck down, smashing his horn on the top of Link's head, and kicked him back.

"For a mortal, you've done alright. But it is time to remove the kid gloves. Boy, your time is up! Demon Skill: Chains of Fate!" Glowing white chains ripped themselves from the ground, wrapping around Link's ankles and wrists, snaking up his limbs, burning him as they went. "Secondary Skill: Loki's Pain!"

A massive serpent, like a cross between a cobra and a black mamba, seemed to appear from nowhere, hissing hungrily at Link. It rose, coil after coil, into the air, towering over Link. Opening its gaping jaws wide, poison dripped from its giant fangs. Nightmare tore Link's hat from him, and the boy screamed in pain as the poison dripped slowly onto his head, burning, causing a pain that was like fire. Nightmare chuckled cruelly.

"Let us end this. Abyssal Skill: Soul Leech!" A giant, puppy sized leech, ugly, black, slimy, leapt up onto Link's face, sinking its horrible teeth into his flesh. It began to suck, not blood, but something more, something deep within Link, which was resistant to leave. The pain intensified, and it was agony as the shining white soul of the Hero of Time left its earthly shell, drawn into the Soul Leech, which was now swelling horribly, its demonic body unable to contain the power of the Hero's soul, which was too massive, too powerful, even for Nightmare. The leech exploded, sending chunks of disgusting innards everywhere, and with a terrible, bloodcurdling scream, the soul of the Hero of Time broke apart and faded to nothing, ending the cycle of reincarnation and leaving Hyrule to suffer Gannon's cruelty for all time.

Nightmare gripped the Soul Edge, and swung it sideways, severing Link's neck and turning his motionless, soulless body to ash. Nightmare felt himself rising, and laughed insanely as he was brought back up, into his holding tube, in the dark room full of now-terrified warriors, having watched the entire battle and knowing that, truly, this tournament was a struggle for life.

The Master Hand appeared on the screen again, laughing. "Excellent fight, you sick fuck! The look on the boy's face is a memory I will treasure forever! Finally, a fighter with some style!

Anyway, listen up! There is a prize for the winner, not just, of course, staying alive. Everything from a vanquished fighter is stored away, their weapons, they gear, assuming, of course, you don't destroy it all, and given to the winner, to use, or to pawn. Their powers, of course, become my own, because in the final battle, the finalist will fight, not only the powers of everyone they fought, but everyone they didn't fight. They fight me. This is the event of the century, what I've been waiting for, and all of you assholes will serve entertainment, not only for me, but for everyone watching at home! With that, let's get the second battle underway!"

And two more figures dropped from their tubes.

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A/N: The end of the first fight! I knew Nightmare could really rape Link, but I wanted to give the Hero of Time a good struggle. Gotta make him look good, don't I? But he still died, which is expected. Link would never stand a chance against someone like Nightmare. And now I begin work on chapter 2!