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A little while after Ganondorf's arrival, Pi2 was surprised when a nice, big car drove into view through the main gate, screeching to a halt. The back seat was full of beautiful cheerleaders. The driver stepped out of the car and walked into the coliseum, coming to the table. He was a preteen human with a purple shirt and spiky brown hair. There was something about him that Pi2 didn't like. "Ah, are you hear to compete in the tournament sir? If so, I'll need your name, species, game in which you were final boss, and nemesis." "I'm Gary Oak, human, from Pokemon Red, Blue, and Yellow, rival of Ash Ketchum." Pi2's eyes dilated. "S-s-s-s-s-sir, may I p-p-p-p-p-point out that if y-y-you capture me y-y-y-you can't sign up and the entire tournament w-w-w- w-will be c-c-c-cancelled?" Gary sighed. "Yes, yes, I know, but I won't capture you. Just sign me up, will you?" "Um, you have to demonstrate three special attacks before you can join the tournament." "I'm afraid I can't demonstrate any special attacks, since my Pokemon will do all the fighting for me. You'll just have to sign me in and allow the full use of my Pokemon on the playing field." "Sir, I'm afraid I can't allow that. This is a fighting tournament, not a Pokemon match." Gary frowned. "Let me clarify. You'll just have to sign me in and allow the full use of my Pokemon on the playing field." He instantly whipped out what could only be a Master Ball and stuck it in Pi2's face. "Or I'll have to capture you with this!" "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! All right, all right, you're in! Just don't touch me with that! Please, go into the locker rooms and don't make me one of your Pokemon!" Gary laughed. He turned towards the buxom cheerleaders in the car. "Hey girls, let's go!" "Okay Gary!" they chorused. They hopped out of the car and followed the trainer into the locker area. Pi2 moaned, hoping this wouldn't get him in trouble with the bigwigs. None of the powers he had been given could save him from a Pokeball, they were all tied up in the creation and operation of this tournament. He hoped Ash himself wouldn't show up, seeing as how he was final boss in Gold and Silver. Soon enough, another applicant showed up. He looked like a gecko of some sort. The lizard sauntered up to the table. "Is this where I can sign up for the tournament?" he asked. "Yes sir. "I'll need your name, species, game in which you were final boss, and nemesis." "I am Rez the gecko, boss from the Gexx video games, nemesis of the same." Pi2 blinked. "I'm sorry, who are you again?" "I said I'm Rez." Pi2 shook his head. "I'm sorry sir, but you can't join the tournament." Rez looked furious. "What! Why not?" Pi2 showed him the clipboard. "When I was assigned to this game, the executives gave me a list of characters I could not let into the tournament, and your name is on there. So is Big Evil Acorn, anyone from Bomberman, anyone from Pacman, Dracula, and a bunch of other guys." "But why not?" whined Rez. Pi2 shrugged. Scowling, Rez turned around and left, muttering about racism and unfair treatment of geckoes. Pi2 felt a little guilty that he had had to do that, but Rez's name had been on the list. He didn't plan on going against the orders of his superiors. As Rez stormed out, another applicant walked right by him and came to the table. The applicant was a short robot who appeared to be a pirate. It was obvious from his nautical clothes and the captain's hat he wore, with a slightly different version of the skull and crossbones. He had glowing yellow eyes and a beard that was made from a buzzsaw. "Are you here to sign up for the tournament?" The robot nodded. "Aye, matey." "Okay. Can you give me your name, species, game in which you were final boss, and nemesis?" "Arr, I be Captain Razorbeard, leader of the pirate robots. I were the boss of Rayman 2: The Great Escape, and am nemesis of that accursed Rayman." "Very good, sir. Can you demonstrate three special attacks?" The captain guffawed. "Har har, that be easy!" He raised his right arm. It transformed into a nasty, sharp-looking hook. He swiped it around, coming dangerously close to slicing off a table leg. "That un' be my Hook Swipe!" He changed his hand back to normal, then transformed his left hand into a cannon. Aiming at the ceiling, he fired a cannonball that hit the ceiling and exploded, raining dust down on them. "That were me Cannonball!" Changing his hand back to normal, he grabbed his beard and pulled it off of his chin, unfolding it into a full buzzsaw. Winding back his arm, he hurled it into the air. It spun around in an arc before returning to Razorbeard, a lethal boomerang. "And that one's me best attack, the Razorbeard Special! Well, am I in or will I have to bring in me boys and loot, pillage, and burn this place to the ground?" Pi2 started scribbling on the clipboard. "No need for that sir, you're perfectly qualified. You are now in the tournament. Please go into the locker rooms on your left and you can set up camp." "Yarr, many thanks, matey." The robot walked through the locker room door, hunting for a room of his own. He seemed nice enough for a pirate. Pi2 thought. I expected him to threaten me at gunpoint. Whoops, here's the next applicant. "Hello, are you here to sign up for the tournament?" he asked. The person who had walked in was a blond woman wearing a brown outfit. "Huh? Oh, I'm not here to compete. I'm with UPS. We have a delivery for you." Pi2 frowned. "A delivery? I don't remember ordering anything." She shrugged. "It's a really big package. Let me bring it in." She pulled a remote control out of her pocket and pressed a few buttons. A huge box attached to six all-terrain wheels drove through the main gate, controlled by the remote. The box was big enough to contain a minivan. It was made of titanium, with hinges all around to indicate it could unfold. The box was wrapped in chains, secured by twelve padlocks. There was a note attached to the front of the box, with the keys needed to open the padlocks dangling underneath. A screeching could be heard from the box. Pi2 got off the table and came over to the box. "What's in it?" "I don't know. I'm not supposed to look at what I deliver. I'll need you to sign here please." She held out a clipboard and pen. Pi2 signed the paper on the board. She took back the pen and board, then handed him the remote. "Here. This is part of the complete package. Thank you and have a nice day." She left. Pi2 examined the remote, then went to take a look at the letter. It reads as follows: Dear Administrator of Super Smash Bosses, this box contains the final boss from Conkers' Bad Fur Day, Heinrich the Xenomorph. Seeing as he is too dangerous to keep in our dungeons, we have sent Heinrich to you in hopes that he will be permanently disposed of after providing some entertainment for the crowds. WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT RELEASE HEINRICH UNTIL IT IS TIME FOR HIS FIRST BATTLE. If you do, he will slaughter everything he can catch. When he is done with a match, press the red button on the provided remote to return him to confinement. The release controls are fairly simple and need no explanation. Please honor our request, and get rid of this nuisance after the tournament. Signed King Conkers and Queen Berri. Looking at the screeching container thoughtfully, Pi2 used the remote to steer it to the side of the room, where it would pose no harm. He would have it taken to a better location afterwards. He had to get through the required number of applicants first. Placing the remote under the note and keys, Pi2 returned to his table to wait for the next applicant. Soon enough, another person walked in. He was a big, fat, ugly Italian looking guy with a weird moustache, purple overalls, and a yellow shirt and cap. "Hello sir. Are you here to sign up for the tournament, or are you delivering a package?" The man snorted. "I'm-a here to sign up-a." "Very good sir. Please give me your name, species, game in which you were final boss, and nemesis." "I'm-a Wario, the human plumber. At least, I-a think I'm a plumber. Can't really-a remember ever fixing a toilet. I was-a the final boss in Mario Island. I-a think. Anyway, my-a nemesis is Mario." "All right. Can you demonstrate three special moves?" Wario snorted. "Easy." He conjured a purple fireball and threw it at a wall. The fireball exploded into flames, leaving a mark. Wario then wound back his fist and let loose a mighty punch into thin air. Finally, he spun really fast, zipping around the room like a whirling dervish, knocking into several columns but thankfully doing no damage. "Well, do I-a get to be-a in the tournament?" Pi2 nodded. "You seem good enough to qualify. Congratulations, you are now an official Super Smash Boss! Please go into the locker room area over there and choose one for yourself." "Mamma Mia! I'm a Smash-a Boss-a!" Wario ran into the locker rooms. "Ugh, why did the programmers have to portray these Italians as such stereotypes?" groaned Pi2. "How should I know? I want to know why they portray all witches as ugly!" said a high, irritating voice in front of Pi2. Pi2 suddenly noticed the next applicant had come in quietly and was now standing, er, floating at the table. The applicant was a classic witch, with a black hat and robes, stringy hair, and a hideous green face with plenty of warts. She was sitting on top of a broom that had a face and green eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't hear you come in. Are you here for the tournament?" "Of course I am! Why else would I have left my nice, filthy lair?" "Sorry. Please state your name, species, game in which you are final boss, and nemesis." "I'm Gruntilda Winkybunion, a powerful witch. I'm boss of the Banjo- Kazooie series, and am nemesis of Banjo and Kazooie, that disgusting bear and bird." "Can you please demonstrate three special moves? "Of course, dearie." She conjured a fireball and hurled it at a wall. The fireball exploded with a thunderclap. She then raised both arms over her head, summoning a swirling mass of energy, and threw it at a column. The spell homed in on the column and exploded with sparks of light. Finally, Grunty created a magical force field around her that not only protected her from attacks, but also damaged those who touched it. She dropped the shield and leaned closer, her gruesome face filling Pi2's range of vision. "Well? Am I in?" Pi2 jerked away. "You're in! You're in! Just don't get any closer! Please, go to the locker rooms and frighten somebody else!" Grunty cackled. "Thank you, dearie. I'm off!" She kicked her broom. It rocketed into the air, soaring around the room and flying through the locker room door. I hope nobody else is as ugly as she is. Pi2 thought. He heard yet another applicant approaching. Pi2 looked up and gasped. The figure that had just floated through the door and landed in front of the table was an awesomely powerful being, an entity known and respected by all Pokemon. "L- l-lord Mewtwo! What are you doing here?" The powerful figure was Mewtwo, the second most powerful Pokemon in existence (The most powerful being his adoptive mother, Mew.) and ruler of the wild Pokemon. He was over seven feet tall, with white skin. He had a long, flexible purple tail with a large bulge at the end. His lanky yet muscular arms ended in three fingers for each hand. His head was shaped very slightly like a cat's, with bony formations that looked sort of like ears coming from the top of his head. A biological cord sprouted from the back of his head and connected to a spot just underneath his neck. He had large purple eyes, indicating his immense psychic abilities. "I am here to compete for the tournament." He said telepathically. "I was in the last one, and I think it would be fitting to be in this one as well. We need at least one representative of the Pokemon in this tournament, do we not?" "Actually sir, we already have Gary Oak." Mewtwo scowled. "Someone other than a trainer." "Oh, of course. This may seem pointless, but I'll need your name, species, game in which you were final boss, and nemesis." Mewtwo shrugged. "I am Mewtwo, a cloned and genetically altered Mew. I was final boss in Pokemon Stadium, and have no nemesis since there was no definitive character in the game. Well, maybe Giovanni.no, never mind." "Okay. I'm sorry to waste your time, my lord, but I'll need a demonstration of three special moves." Mewtwo nodded. "I had better tone them down, then. I would not want to ruin this nice entry hall." Mewtwo floated into the air. He put his hands together, forming a shadow ball, and orb of psychic energy crackling with blue lightning. He hurled the orb at the wall. Before it hit, his eyes flashed, and the orb detonated harmlessly in midair. Turning to face the table, his eyes glowed blue. The table, with an astonished Pi2 on it, levitated into the air. It spun around a few times, then fell to the ground. That was the Psychic attack. Mewtwo paused. "The best attack I have is the Hyper Beam. I could use it, but I fear it could do a little too much damage. Would you still like to see it?" Pi2 was a little dizzy from the Psychic attack, and did not really want to see anymore. "No, no, that's good enough, I'll take your word for it. You're in. By the way, Bowser and Ganondorf are here as well, I thought you would like to know that." Mewtwo actually smiled. "Ah, it's been a while since I saw those two. It'll be fun beating them up again. Well, I can sense from your thoughts that I should get a locker room, so I'll go do that now." He started floating through the locker room door." "Good luck, sir!" Pi2 called after him. Once the mighty clone was gone, Pi2 thought, Phew, the addition of Mewtwo should make this quite an interesting tournament. I wonder who else will show up. If only he knew how interesting the final two applicants would be. A little later, a strange man walked into the room. He had red-brown hair and pointy ears. A silly grin was plastered onto his face. He wore purple clothes and a strange gold necklace. He carried a huge burlap sack on his back. He came up to the table. "Hello little one, I am here for the tournament." Pi2 frowned and looked over the man. "I am sorry, sir, but you don't look much like a final boss." The man laughed. "Oh no, no, no! I am not the one who is signing up! I am merely a salesman, though admittedly a bit skilled in the magical arts. The one who is signing up is." The man pulled the sack off of his back and dropped it on the ground. Opening it, he began to rummage through the bag. Looking at the sack, Pi2 saw it was full of masks. The man gave a little cry, indicating he had found what he was looking for and pulled it out of the sack, showing it to Pi2. ".Him!" Pi2 gasped and recoiled from the mask the salesman was holding. It was heart shaped, covered in paint with many different colors and markings. I had eight spikes of bone running down the sides of the mask, and two great horns coming out of the top of either half of the mask. It had two great yellow-red eyes that looked almost alive. "Th-th-th-th-th-that's the legendary relic of evil, Majora's Mask! I thought the evil spirit inhabiting the mask was banished by Link!" The Happy Mask Salesman nodded. "Yes, so did I, but it turned out all Link did was regress the spirit into a form of hibernation. When it awoke, I managed to seal its power, so only I can control the evil that is within this wooden mask. I'm entering him in the tournament because my business is starting to flop. I need more masks, and only money can do that. So, can he enter?" Pi2 gulped. "I'll need to speak to the spirit directly, please." The salesman sighed. He shook the mask. "Majora, awaken!" The mask's eyes glowed faintly. "Hrrm? Eh? I'm up, I'm up! Stop shaking me!" The salesman stopped. The mask looked at Pi2. "Ah, we have arrived? Very well then. Sign me up, mortal." Pi2 frowned. "I can't do that just yet. I will need your name, species, game in which you were final boss, and nemesis." The mask grunted. "I am Majora, my true species is none of your business, I was boss of Legend of Zelda, Majora's Mask, and my nemesis is Link. Satisfied?" "I'll still need you to demonstrate three special attacks." "With pleasure!" said the evil spirit eagerly. "Ah, I don't think that is such a good idea unless you want to die an immediate and painful death." The salesman said hastily to Pi2. "Well, if I can't see three special attacks, I can't allow Majora to enter the tournament. It's that simple." Majora's eyes started glowing brighter. Pi2 unconsciously gazed into them for several seconds, blinked, then said, "I am very sorry for taking up your time. Please proceed to the locker room area." "Thank you, puny one." Said Majora. The salesman scowled at the mask, but said nothing. He picked up the sack, stuffed the evil mask inside, and headed over to the locker room door. Moments after his exit, Pi2 snapped out of the trance Majora had put on him, a bit confused and unsure of what had just happened. He had no time to ponder that though, as he could suddenly hear what sounded like a heavy stomping, the tread of some sort of huge monster. The stomp got louder, indicating the creature was getting closer and closer. Finally, the beast came into view through the main gate. Pi2's jaw dropped in disbelief. The giant creature squeezed through the gate, stomping into the center of the room. It was an enormous lizard. It was over a hundred feet long, and twenty feet high. It was orange-red in color, and had a big reddish dome on its back. Cables and other mechanical things stuck out of several points on the creature's flesh. Two cables ran from the dome to the creature's head, going into the skin at the point where the eyes should have been. The creature lowered its head, looking at the tiny rodent before it with its nonexistent eyes. Pi2 immediately recognized the creature. "Biolizzard." This enormous creature was clearly the Biolizzard, the final boss from Sonic Adventure 2. "I've heard of you! I thought you died!" The creature bellowed something. It translated to mean: Reports of my death were greatly exaggerated. "Clearly! Would that mean Shadow the Hedgehog survived as well?" The Biolizzard bellowed again. Translation: Of course. He is the ultimate life form, after all. It would take more than falling through Earth's atmosphere to kill him. "The same could evidently be said about you. Are you here to compete?" Another bellow. Translation: Yes please. Pi2 paused, then sighed. "Look, sir-" Bellow. Translation: I'm a girl. "Uh, right. Ma'am, I'm sorry, but.I'm afraid you're too big. You won't be able to fit in a locker room, let alone stay on one of the stages. I'm afraid you can't compete." The Biolizzard's head sagged. Looking disappointed and a bit forlorn, she turned and started heading for the gate. Pi2 frowned, feeling a little guilty. If only there was something he could do. Wait! That was it! "Ma'am, wait!" The Biolizzard paused, then turned around. "I think there's a way I can help you." She tilted her head, curious. "I can use my powers to generate for you a new body, one that is smaller, quicker, and more powerful. You will be able to interact more easily with those you meet and fight with. It'll also cut down on the cost of feeding you. Would you like me to try it?" Biolizzard nodded rapidly, bellowing. Translation: Please. I'm tired of being this big. I want to be able to run with my brother, Shadow, and not have people run screaming at the sight of me. "All right then. Let me just think up a few specifics.Got it. And a one, and a two, and a." Pi2 snapped his fingers. There was a flash of light. The Biolizzard had vanished. In its place was a new being. She was seven feet tall, and had a body structure somewhat similar to Mewtwo's. Her flesh was still orange-red, and the underside of her tail was yellow. The long, flexible appendage ended in two sharp, curved blades. Her two legs were bent back, but designed so that they allowed her to walk like most people and not like, say, a dinosaur. Her feet looked like the feet of a raptor, complete with talons and special scythe claw. She wore two metal rings around her ankles. The reddish dome was still on her back. To clarify all of you who have never played SA2, the dome is her life support system. Thee dome was more transparent than before, and the black Chaos Emerald was nestled in it amongst all the complex circuitry. Cables came out of the dome, going into her back and up her long neck where they connected to the base of her skull. She had two long arms with elbow spikes and four- fingered claws. She had two bracelets similar to her anklets. Her head was sleek and reptilian, with nostril slits and intelligent, yellow eyes. Her mouth was full of small, sharp teeth and a snake's tongue. A sort of metal capsule grew from the spot between her eyes, with a blue crystalline window in it containing some sort of a microchip. She looked over herself, awed by what she had become. Even Pi2 seemed a bit impressed. "Wow! That went better than I had hoped. How do you feel?" The new lizard blinked for a few minutes, surprised to actually have eyes. "I.I feel.I feel good." She blinked again, surprised. "I-I can talk!" "Among other things, yes. Do you like your new form?" "It-it's better than I had hoped! Thank you!" "You are now eligible to enter the tournament. Would you like to?" "Of course! I've got to do something with this new body, don't I?" "Okay. Please come closer." The Biolizzard came up to the table. "I'll need to get your name, species, game in which you were final boss, and nemesis." The Biolizzard paused. "I, uh, don't have a name. Dr. Gerald always called me his prototype, or just Biolizzard. Shadow and the others couldn't get any good names I liked. The best one was Lizzy." She grimaced at that. "Well, we'll need to give you a name, then. How does Scales sound to you?" Her eyes lit up. "I love it! Okay, I'm Scales the Biolizzard, the prototype ultimate lifeform. I was final boss of Sonic Adventure 2, and I don't really have a nemesis because after the reentry and surviving without life support for a little while, I made up with everyone." "Okay. Can you demonstrate three special attacks?" "Well." Scales looked at her claws. "I don't really know how to use this body that well." "Just try it, this stuff should be instinctive." "Okay." Scales thought for a moment, then had an idea. She hunkered down, her muscles tensing. Strange lights started to play around her body. In a flash, she suddenly disappeared, reappearing on the other side of a column. The column suddenly shattered, falling to pieces. "Uh, sorry about that!" "It's okay." Said Pi2, wincing a little. "What was that?" "I think that was the Light Speed Attack. Hey, I think I've got another one. CHAOS CONTROL!" There were two flashes of green light, one half a second after the other. When both flashes were gone, Scales was standing where the second flash had been. "What was that? Teleportation?" "No, it was one of the forms of Chaos Control. It allows me to either teleport or freeze time for ten seconds. I did the time-freeze one." "Ah. Can you please perform one last move?" "I think so. Yeah, I've found my special attack." She cupped her hands, aiming them outwards. "Serpent Strike!" A blast of green energy in the shape of a snake's head shot from her claws, exploding in green flames against a wall. "How was that?" "Perfect! Good job, Scales. You're just in time, you're the last Smasher!" "I am? Yes!" "All you have to do now is get a locker room and start training or something. The first round of the tournament begins tonight." "Gotcha." Scales ran through the door to the locker rooms. PI2 waited until she was gone, then snapped his fingers. All the damage that had been done by the last few Smashers was repaired. The banner outside changed, saying, "All positions are filled. No more applicants required." The artificial Pokemon got off the table and headed out of the main hall. There was a lot of work he had to do before the tournament began.
And so the final Smashers are selected! The fighting begins next chapter, but there is one problem. I can't decide who will fight whom. I need you, the reader, to decide that. Please leave your ideas on which order the Smashers should fight each other in your review. To help you, here is a list of the fighters:
King K. Rool, ruler of the Kremlings
Garm, the evil wizard
Oxygen, ultimate manifestation of Dark Matter
King Boo, ruler of the Boos
Bowser, king of the Koopas
Chaos, god of destruction
Dr. Neo Cortex, irritating weakling whom will lose almost immediately and get beaten up horribly
Ganondorf Dragmire, bearer of the Triforce of Power
Gary Oak, pretty boy and Pokemon trainer
Captain Razorbeard, leader of the robot pirates
Wario Wario, evil Italian plumber
Gruntilda Winkybunion, nasty ugly witch
Heinrich, terrifying Xenomorph
Mewtwo, god-like psychic Pokemon
Majora, malevolent dark mask
Scales the Biolizzard, prototype ultimate lifeform
So remember, I probably can't continue unless you give me your ideas on order of fighting, so please put it in your review.
A little while after Ganondorf's arrival, Pi2 was surprised when a nice, big car drove into view through the main gate, screeching to a halt. The back seat was full of beautiful cheerleaders. The driver stepped out of the car and walked into the coliseum, coming to the table. He was a preteen human with a purple shirt and spiky brown hair. There was something about him that Pi2 didn't like. "Ah, are you hear to compete in the tournament sir? If so, I'll need your name, species, game in which you were final boss, and nemesis." "I'm Gary Oak, human, from Pokemon Red, Blue, and Yellow, rival of Ash Ketchum." Pi2's eyes dilated. "S-s-s-s-s-sir, may I p-p-p-p-p-point out that if y-y-you capture me y-y-y-you can't sign up and the entire tournament w-w-w- w-will be c-c-c-cancelled?" Gary sighed. "Yes, yes, I know, but I won't capture you. Just sign me up, will you?" "Um, you have to demonstrate three special attacks before you can join the tournament." "I'm afraid I can't demonstrate any special attacks, since my Pokemon will do all the fighting for me. You'll just have to sign me in and allow the full use of my Pokemon on the playing field." "Sir, I'm afraid I can't allow that. This is a fighting tournament, not a Pokemon match." Gary frowned. "Let me clarify. You'll just have to sign me in and allow the full use of my Pokemon on the playing field." He instantly whipped out what could only be a Master Ball and stuck it in Pi2's face. "Or I'll have to capture you with this!" "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! All right, all right, you're in! Just don't touch me with that! Please, go into the locker rooms and don't make me one of your Pokemon!" Gary laughed. He turned towards the buxom cheerleaders in the car. "Hey girls, let's go!" "Okay Gary!" they chorused. They hopped out of the car and followed the trainer into the locker area. Pi2 moaned, hoping this wouldn't get him in trouble with the bigwigs. None of the powers he had been given could save him from a Pokeball, they were all tied up in the creation and operation of this tournament. He hoped Ash himself wouldn't show up, seeing as how he was final boss in Gold and Silver. Soon enough, another applicant showed up. He looked like a gecko of some sort. The lizard sauntered up to the table. "Is this where I can sign up for the tournament?" he asked. "Yes sir. "I'll need your name, species, game in which you were final boss, and nemesis." "I am Rez the gecko, boss from the Gexx video games, nemesis of the same." Pi2 blinked. "I'm sorry, who are you again?" "I said I'm Rez." Pi2 shook his head. "I'm sorry sir, but you can't join the tournament." Rez looked furious. "What! Why not?" Pi2 showed him the clipboard. "When I was assigned to this game, the executives gave me a list of characters I could not let into the tournament, and your name is on there. So is Big Evil Acorn, anyone from Bomberman, anyone from Pacman, Dracula, and a bunch of other guys." "But why not?" whined Rez. Pi2 shrugged. Scowling, Rez turned around and left, muttering about racism and unfair treatment of geckoes. Pi2 felt a little guilty that he had had to do that, but Rez's name had been on the list. He didn't plan on going against the orders of his superiors. As Rez stormed out, another applicant walked right by him and came to the table. The applicant was a short robot who appeared to be a pirate. It was obvious from his nautical clothes and the captain's hat he wore, with a slightly different version of the skull and crossbones. He had glowing yellow eyes and a beard that was made from a buzzsaw. "Are you here to sign up for the tournament?" The robot nodded. "Aye, matey." "Okay. Can you give me your name, species, game in which you were final boss, and nemesis?" "Arr, I be Captain Razorbeard, leader of the pirate robots. I were the boss of Rayman 2: The Great Escape, and am nemesis of that accursed Rayman." "Very good, sir. Can you demonstrate three special attacks?" The captain guffawed. "Har har, that be easy!" He raised his right arm. It transformed into a nasty, sharp-looking hook. He swiped it around, coming dangerously close to slicing off a table leg. "That un' be my Hook Swipe!" He changed his hand back to normal, then transformed his left hand into a cannon. Aiming at the ceiling, he fired a cannonball that hit the ceiling and exploded, raining dust down on them. "That were me Cannonball!" Changing his hand back to normal, he grabbed his beard and pulled it off of his chin, unfolding it into a full buzzsaw. Winding back his arm, he hurled it into the air. It spun around in an arc before returning to Razorbeard, a lethal boomerang. "And that one's me best attack, the Razorbeard Special! Well, am I in or will I have to bring in me boys and loot, pillage, and burn this place to the ground?" Pi2 started scribbling on the clipboard. "No need for that sir, you're perfectly qualified. You are now in the tournament. Please go into the locker rooms on your left and you can set up camp." "Yarr, many thanks, matey." The robot walked through the locker room door, hunting for a room of his own. He seemed nice enough for a pirate. Pi2 thought. I expected him to threaten me at gunpoint. Whoops, here's the next applicant. "Hello, are you here to sign up for the tournament?" he asked. The person who had walked in was a blond woman wearing a brown outfit. "Huh? Oh, I'm not here to compete. I'm with UPS. We have a delivery for you." Pi2 frowned. "A delivery? I don't remember ordering anything." She shrugged. "It's a really big package. Let me bring it in." She pulled a remote control out of her pocket and pressed a few buttons. A huge box attached to six all-terrain wheels drove through the main gate, controlled by the remote. The box was big enough to contain a minivan. It was made of titanium, with hinges all around to indicate it could unfold. The box was wrapped in chains, secured by twelve padlocks. There was a note attached to the front of the box, with the keys needed to open the padlocks dangling underneath. A screeching could be heard from the box. Pi2 got off the table and came over to the box. "What's in it?" "I don't know. I'm not supposed to look at what I deliver. I'll need you to sign here please." She held out a clipboard and pen. Pi2 signed the paper on the board. She took back the pen and board, then handed him the remote. "Here. This is part of the complete package. Thank you and have a nice day." She left. Pi2 examined the remote, then went to take a look at the letter. It reads as follows: Dear Administrator of Super Smash Bosses, this box contains the final boss from Conkers' Bad Fur Day, Heinrich the Xenomorph. Seeing as he is too dangerous to keep in our dungeons, we have sent Heinrich to you in hopes that he will be permanently disposed of after providing some entertainment for the crowds. WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT RELEASE HEINRICH UNTIL IT IS TIME FOR HIS FIRST BATTLE. If you do, he will slaughter everything he can catch. When he is done with a match, press the red button on the provided remote to return him to confinement. The release controls are fairly simple and need no explanation. Please honor our request, and get rid of this nuisance after the tournament. Signed King Conkers and Queen Berri. Looking at the screeching container thoughtfully, Pi2 used the remote to steer it to the side of the room, where it would pose no harm. He would have it taken to a better location afterwards. He had to get through the required number of applicants first. Placing the remote under the note and keys, Pi2 returned to his table to wait for the next applicant. Soon enough, another person walked in. He was a big, fat, ugly Italian looking guy with a weird moustache, purple overalls, and a yellow shirt and cap. "Hello sir. Are you here to sign up for the tournament, or are you delivering a package?" The man snorted. "I'm-a here to sign up-a." "Very good sir. Please give me your name, species, game in which you were final boss, and nemesis." "I'm-a Wario, the human plumber. At least, I-a think I'm a plumber. Can't really-a remember ever fixing a toilet. I was-a the final boss in Mario Island. I-a think. Anyway, my-a nemesis is Mario." "All right. Can you demonstrate three special moves?" Wario snorted. "Easy." He conjured a purple fireball and threw it at a wall. The fireball exploded into flames, leaving a mark. Wario then wound back his fist and let loose a mighty punch into thin air. Finally, he spun really fast, zipping around the room like a whirling dervish, knocking into several columns but thankfully doing no damage. "Well, do I-a get to be-a in the tournament?" Pi2 nodded. "You seem good enough to qualify. Congratulations, you are now an official Super Smash Boss! Please go into the locker room area over there and choose one for yourself." "Mamma Mia! I'm a Smash-a Boss-a!" Wario ran into the locker rooms. "Ugh, why did the programmers have to portray these Italians as such stereotypes?" groaned Pi2. "How should I know? I want to know why they portray all witches as ugly!" said a high, irritating voice in front of Pi2. Pi2 suddenly noticed the next applicant had come in quietly and was now standing, er, floating at the table. The applicant was a classic witch, with a black hat and robes, stringy hair, and a hideous green face with plenty of warts. She was sitting on top of a broom that had a face and green eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't hear you come in. Are you here for the tournament?" "Of course I am! Why else would I have left my nice, filthy lair?" "Sorry. Please state your name, species, game in which you are final boss, and nemesis." "I'm Gruntilda Winkybunion, a powerful witch. I'm boss of the Banjo- Kazooie series, and am nemesis of Banjo and Kazooie, that disgusting bear and bird." "Can you please demonstrate three special moves? "Of course, dearie." She conjured a fireball and hurled it at a wall. The fireball exploded with a thunderclap. She then raised both arms over her head, summoning a swirling mass of energy, and threw it at a column. The spell homed in on the column and exploded with sparks of light. Finally, Grunty created a magical force field around her that not only protected her from attacks, but also damaged those who touched it. She dropped the shield and leaned closer, her gruesome face filling Pi2's range of vision. "Well? Am I in?" Pi2 jerked away. "You're in! You're in! Just don't get any closer! Please, go to the locker rooms and frighten somebody else!" Grunty cackled. "Thank you, dearie. I'm off!" She kicked her broom. It rocketed into the air, soaring around the room and flying through the locker room door. I hope nobody else is as ugly as she is. Pi2 thought. He heard yet another applicant approaching. Pi2 looked up and gasped. The figure that had just floated through the door and landed in front of the table was an awesomely powerful being, an entity known and respected by all Pokemon. "L- l-lord Mewtwo! What are you doing here?" The powerful figure was Mewtwo, the second most powerful Pokemon in existence (The most powerful being his adoptive mother, Mew.) and ruler of the wild Pokemon. He was over seven feet tall, with white skin. He had a long, flexible purple tail with a large bulge at the end. His lanky yet muscular arms ended in three fingers for each hand. His head was shaped very slightly like a cat's, with bony formations that looked sort of like ears coming from the top of his head. A biological cord sprouted from the back of his head and connected to a spot just underneath his neck. He had large purple eyes, indicating his immense psychic abilities. "I am here to compete for the tournament." He said telepathically. "I was in the last one, and I think it would be fitting to be in this one as well. We need at least one representative of the Pokemon in this tournament, do we not?" "Actually sir, we already have Gary Oak." Mewtwo scowled. "Someone other than a trainer." "Oh, of course. This may seem pointless, but I'll need your name, species, game in which you were final boss, and nemesis." Mewtwo shrugged. "I am Mewtwo, a cloned and genetically altered Mew. I was final boss in Pokemon Stadium, and have no nemesis since there was no definitive character in the game. Well, maybe Giovanni.no, never mind." "Okay. I'm sorry to waste your time, my lord, but I'll need a demonstration of three special moves." Mewtwo nodded. "I had better tone them down, then. I would not want to ruin this nice entry hall." Mewtwo floated into the air. He put his hands together, forming a shadow ball, and orb of psychic energy crackling with blue lightning. He hurled the orb at the wall. Before it hit, his eyes flashed, and the orb detonated harmlessly in midair. Turning to face the table, his eyes glowed blue. The table, with an astonished Pi2 on it, levitated into the air. It spun around a few times, then fell to the ground. That was the Psychic attack. Mewtwo paused. "The best attack I have is the Hyper Beam. I could use it, but I fear it could do a little too much damage. Would you still like to see it?" Pi2 was a little dizzy from the Psychic attack, and did not really want to see anymore. "No, no, that's good enough, I'll take your word for it. You're in. By the way, Bowser and Ganondorf are here as well, I thought you would like to know that." Mewtwo actually smiled. "Ah, it's been a while since I saw those two. It'll be fun beating them up again. Well, I can sense from your thoughts that I should get a locker room, so I'll go do that now." He started floating through the locker room door." "Good luck, sir!" Pi2 called after him. Once the mighty clone was gone, Pi2 thought, Phew, the addition of Mewtwo should make this quite an interesting tournament. I wonder who else will show up. If only he knew how interesting the final two applicants would be. A little later, a strange man walked into the room. He had red-brown hair and pointy ears. A silly grin was plastered onto his face. He wore purple clothes and a strange gold necklace. He carried a huge burlap sack on his back. He came up to the table. "Hello little one, I am here for the tournament." Pi2 frowned and looked over the man. "I am sorry, sir, but you don't look much like a final boss." The man laughed. "Oh no, no, no! I am not the one who is signing up! I am merely a salesman, though admittedly a bit skilled in the magical arts. The one who is signing up is." The man pulled the sack off of his back and dropped it on the ground. Opening it, he began to rummage through the bag. Looking at the sack, Pi2 saw it was full of masks. The man gave a little cry, indicating he had found what he was looking for and pulled it out of the sack, showing it to Pi2. ".Him!" Pi2 gasped and recoiled from the mask the salesman was holding. It was heart shaped, covered in paint with many different colors and markings. I had eight spikes of bone running down the sides of the mask, and two great horns coming out of the top of either half of the mask. It had two great yellow-red eyes that looked almost alive. "Th-th-th-th-th-that's the legendary relic of evil, Majora's Mask! I thought the evil spirit inhabiting the mask was banished by Link!" The Happy Mask Salesman nodded. "Yes, so did I, but it turned out all Link did was regress the spirit into a form of hibernation. When it awoke, I managed to seal its power, so only I can control the evil that is within this wooden mask. I'm entering him in the tournament because my business is starting to flop. I need more masks, and only money can do that. So, can he enter?" Pi2 gulped. "I'll need to speak to the spirit directly, please." The salesman sighed. He shook the mask. "Majora, awaken!" The mask's eyes glowed faintly. "Hrrm? Eh? I'm up, I'm up! Stop shaking me!" The salesman stopped. The mask looked at Pi2. "Ah, we have arrived? Very well then. Sign me up, mortal." Pi2 frowned. "I can't do that just yet. I will need your name, species, game in which you were final boss, and nemesis." The mask grunted. "I am Majora, my true species is none of your business, I was boss of Legend of Zelda, Majora's Mask, and my nemesis is Link. Satisfied?" "I'll still need you to demonstrate three special attacks." "With pleasure!" said the evil spirit eagerly. "Ah, I don't think that is such a good idea unless you want to die an immediate and painful death." The salesman said hastily to Pi2. "Well, if I can't see three special attacks, I can't allow Majora to enter the tournament. It's that simple." Majora's eyes started glowing brighter. Pi2 unconsciously gazed into them for several seconds, blinked, then said, "I am very sorry for taking up your time. Please proceed to the locker room area." "Thank you, puny one." Said Majora. The salesman scowled at the mask, but said nothing. He picked up the sack, stuffed the evil mask inside, and headed over to the locker room door. Moments after his exit, Pi2 snapped out of the trance Majora had put on him, a bit confused and unsure of what had just happened. He had no time to ponder that though, as he could suddenly hear what sounded like a heavy stomping, the tread of some sort of huge monster. The stomp got louder, indicating the creature was getting closer and closer. Finally, the beast came into view through the main gate. Pi2's jaw dropped in disbelief. The giant creature squeezed through the gate, stomping into the center of the room. It was an enormous lizard. It was over a hundred feet long, and twenty feet high. It was orange-red in color, and had a big reddish dome on its back. Cables and other mechanical things stuck out of several points on the creature's flesh. Two cables ran from the dome to the creature's head, going into the skin at the point where the eyes should have been. The creature lowered its head, looking at the tiny rodent before it with its nonexistent eyes. Pi2 immediately recognized the creature. "Biolizzard." This enormous creature was clearly the Biolizzard, the final boss from Sonic Adventure 2. "I've heard of you! I thought you died!" The creature bellowed something. It translated to mean: Reports of my death were greatly exaggerated. "Clearly! Would that mean Shadow the Hedgehog survived as well?" The Biolizzard bellowed again. Translation: Of course. He is the ultimate life form, after all. It would take more than falling through Earth's atmosphere to kill him. "The same could evidently be said about you. Are you here to compete?" Another bellow. Translation: Yes please. Pi2 paused, then sighed. "Look, sir-" Bellow. Translation: I'm a girl. "Uh, right. Ma'am, I'm sorry, but.I'm afraid you're too big. You won't be able to fit in a locker room, let alone stay on one of the stages. I'm afraid you can't compete." The Biolizzard's head sagged. Looking disappointed and a bit forlorn, she turned and started heading for the gate. Pi2 frowned, feeling a little guilty. If only there was something he could do. Wait! That was it! "Ma'am, wait!" The Biolizzard paused, then turned around. "I think there's a way I can help you." She tilted her head, curious. "I can use my powers to generate for you a new body, one that is smaller, quicker, and more powerful. You will be able to interact more easily with those you meet and fight with. It'll also cut down on the cost of feeding you. Would you like me to try it?" Biolizzard nodded rapidly, bellowing. Translation: Please. I'm tired of being this big. I want to be able to run with my brother, Shadow, and not have people run screaming at the sight of me. "All right then. Let me just think up a few specifics.Got it. And a one, and a two, and a." Pi2 snapped his fingers. There was a flash of light. The Biolizzard had vanished. In its place was a new being. She was seven feet tall, and had a body structure somewhat similar to Mewtwo's. Her flesh was still orange-red, and the underside of her tail was yellow. The long, flexible appendage ended in two sharp, curved blades. Her two legs were bent back, but designed so that they allowed her to walk like most people and not like, say, a dinosaur. Her feet looked like the feet of a raptor, complete with talons and special scythe claw. She wore two metal rings around her ankles. The reddish dome was still on her back. To clarify all of you who have never played SA2, the dome is her life support system. Thee dome was more transparent than before, and the black Chaos Emerald was nestled in it amongst all the complex circuitry. Cables came out of the dome, going into her back and up her long neck where they connected to the base of her skull. She had two long arms with elbow spikes and four- fingered claws. She had two bracelets similar to her anklets. Her head was sleek and reptilian, with nostril slits and intelligent, yellow eyes. Her mouth was full of small, sharp teeth and a snake's tongue. A sort of metal capsule grew from the spot between her eyes, with a blue crystalline window in it containing some sort of a microchip. She looked over herself, awed by what she had become. Even Pi2 seemed a bit impressed. "Wow! That went better than I had hoped. How do you feel?" The new lizard blinked for a few minutes, surprised to actually have eyes. "I.I feel.I feel good." She blinked again, surprised. "I-I can talk!" "Among other things, yes. Do you like your new form?" "It-it's better than I had hoped! Thank you!" "You are now eligible to enter the tournament. Would you like to?" "Of course! I've got to do something with this new body, don't I?" "Okay. Please come closer." The Biolizzard came up to the table. "I'll need to get your name, species, game in which you were final boss, and nemesis." The Biolizzard paused. "I, uh, don't have a name. Dr. Gerald always called me his prototype, or just Biolizzard. Shadow and the others couldn't get any good names I liked. The best one was Lizzy." She grimaced at that. "Well, we'll need to give you a name, then. How does Scales sound to you?" Her eyes lit up. "I love it! Okay, I'm Scales the Biolizzard, the prototype ultimate lifeform. I was final boss of Sonic Adventure 2, and I don't really have a nemesis because after the reentry and surviving without life support for a little while, I made up with everyone." "Okay. Can you demonstrate three special attacks?" "Well." Scales looked at her claws. "I don't really know how to use this body that well." "Just try it, this stuff should be instinctive." "Okay." Scales thought for a moment, then had an idea. She hunkered down, her muscles tensing. Strange lights started to play around her body. In a flash, she suddenly disappeared, reappearing on the other side of a column. The column suddenly shattered, falling to pieces. "Uh, sorry about that!" "It's okay." Said Pi2, wincing a little. "What was that?" "I think that was the Light Speed Attack. Hey, I think I've got another one. CHAOS CONTROL!" There were two flashes of green light, one half a second after the other. When both flashes were gone, Scales was standing where the second flash had been. "What was that? Teleportation?" "No, it was one of the forms of Chaos Control. It allows me to either teleport or freeze time for ten seconds. I did the time-freeze one." "Ah. Can you please perform one last move?" "I think so. Yeah, I've found my special attack." She cupped her hands, aiming them outwards. "Serpent Strike!" A blast of green energy in the shape of a snake's head shot from her claws, exploding in green flames against a wall. "How was that?" "Perfect! Good job, Scales. You're just in time, you're the last Smasher!" "I am? Yes!" "All you have to do now is get a locker room and start training or something. The first round of the tournament begins tonight." "Gotcha." Scales ran through the door to the locker rooms. PI2 waited until she was gone, then snapped his fingers. All the damage that had been done by the last few Smashers was repaired. The banner outside changed, saying, "All positions are filled. No more applicants required." The artificial Pokemon got off the table and headed out of the main hall. There was a lot of work he had to do before the tournament began.
And so the final Smashers are selected! The fighting begins next chapter, but there is one problem. I can't decide who will fight whom. I need you, the reader, to decide that. Please leave your ideas on which order the Smashers should fight each other in your review. To help you, here is a list of the fighters:
King K. Rool, ruler of the Kremlings
Garm, the evil wizard
Oxygen, ultimate manifestation of Dark Matter
King Boo, ruler of the Boos
Bowser, king of the Koopas
Chaos, god of destruction
Dr. Neo Cortex, irritating weakling whom will lose almost immediately and get beaten up horribly
Ganondorf Dragmire, bearer of the Triforce of Power
Gary Oak, pretty boy and Pokemon trainer
Captain Razorbeard, leader of the robot pirates
Wario Wario, evil Italian plumber
Gruntilda Winkybunion, nasty ugly witch
Heinrich, terrifying Xenomorph
Mewtwo, god-like psychic Pokemon
Majora, malevolent dark mask
Scales the Biolizzard, prototype ultimate lifeform
So remember, I probably can't continue unless you give me your ideas on order of fighting, so please put it in your review.