Smash: Rise of the Fell Dragon

by EmpoleonNerd

In an alternate universe, the fell dragon, Grima plans to take over another universe. As he goes through the portal, he finds himself in the Miyamotiverse. The only ones who can stop him are the Smashers, competitors in the Triannual Smash Brothers Tournament. Can this sound any cheesier? Read on to find out! (This is my first fic thingy. Don't judge.)

10. Chapter 9: Punched Out

CHAPTER 8: Punched Out

A man stood in a boxing ring, immobile, as if he was waiting for someone.

Suddenly, the door opened and a figure holding some object appeared.

"Who's there?" demanded the man in the boxing ring, as he peered into the dark.

The figure stepped into the light to reveal an African American man holding a sandbag.

"Doc Louis?"

He grinned. "You're standing in a boxing ring, and you're just standing there. What have you done with Little Mac?"

Mac chuckled. "Alright, then; pass over that sandbag."

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"48...49...50!"

Mac climbed back onto the platform after the sit-ups, tired.

He'd been training for half an hour now.

"And you were planning on just standing there for this long?" Doc Louis asked incredulously.

"I can wait. This is a huge tournament. Like, seriously HUGE."

"Yeah, but these guys aren't like Glass Joe, or King Hippo; heck, not even Mike Tyson could beat them! These guys are stronger than Mike. They've saved the world countless times."

"And that's why I just trained. Let me land one more hit on the sandbag."

Doc nodded, and Mac walked up to it. Kind of a strange sandbag, really. It was a white cylindrical sandbag (which didn't seem unusual) with eyes (which did).

"Say... Where'd you get this sandbag?"

"Hm? Ah, those Smash Bros people sent it. They made it out of strong material, so you can go all-out on it, and it'll be fine."

"Really? Huh."

Mac charged up a punch.

"Then I can go full KO mode?"

"Go for it."

Mac uppercutted the sandbag, and it went flying. It broke through a window, and a crashing sound was heard from outside.

"I think I'm ready."

"Wait, YOU'RE the newcomer?"

Mac glanced behind him. There stood a tall, orange, robot-like figure. This was Samus, he supposed.

She compared her size to his. "But you're so... short."

Now, Mac didn't like the term 'short'. He was vertically challenge, yes, but short? He refused to take that insult from anybody.

He charged up another punch.

"I am NOT SHORT!"
With that, he knocked Samus into the ceiling, the glass on her helmet cracked.

"One does NOT simply call me short."

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Alright, Smash is out. Because of that, I'll give you guys another chapter. You're welcome.