1.1 Tomorrow Never Dies
2 By: MirriNight666 ^.~
3 CHAPTER SIX
A/N: Here's the next chapter!!! The Second Round matches are up ^_^ Yay! Hope you like this chapter too! Normally, I would pair everyone like how they would fight in the normal tournament, but I'm bending the rules because of who want to win first, second, and third places. So…nyah :P and keep reading ^_^ And I decided to give Mewtwo his chance. One reason why is because a one fighter wouldn't've had anyone to fight with for this round. So…yeah. Enjoy :)
The next morning, Zelda and Samus got dressed (Zelda had to change to her white outfit because Roy had spilled some food on her yesterday which left a stain, unfortunately) and went down to have a hurried breakfast with the other fighters. Luigi, Fox, Pichu, Ganondorf, and Kirby had come back from the hospital or wherever they had been for most of yesterday to hang with the remaining fighters. Luigi and Mario kept throwing the Fire Emblem boys dark looks, which unsettled Zelda and made Marth and Roy visibly annoyed. All the fighters had to sit at the same long breakfast table together, and it was quite unsettling.
Roy kept flinging bits of pancake and bits of Marth's waffles down the table at Mario. He's so immature, Zelda thought, giggling and laughing, however, as Mario and Luigi glanced around, unable to tell where it had come from. Poor Fox and Falco were stuck in between the warrior flinging pancakes and his prey along the table. Samus mumbled something in her plate that drew a bark of laughter from Captain Falcon and Bowser did his funky laugh. Kirby and Ness were talking with Pikachu and Pichu (how, Zelda had no clue) and Ganondorf and Mewtwo hung in the shadows, occasionally having some evil-laughing contests that sent Captain Falcon shrieking in terror to the lobby more than once.
After they finished, everyone got on their special bus-tram and got to the stadium at nine sharp. When they got there, they lined up in front of the teleporters, with Mr. Miyamoto waiting. Luigi, Ganondorf, and the other beaten fighters who came back got special seats in a Top Box.
"Good morning, everyone," he said, smiling his flashy grin. "We've paired off for the next matches, and this is who you'll be fighting!"
He clicked a button on the remote control in his hand. The huge TV screen lighted up, and on it read:
SECOND ROUND
1st: Bowser vs Falco
2nd:Zelda vs Pikachu
3rd:Samus vs Captain Falcon
4th:Roy vs Ness
5th:Marth vs Jigglypuff
6th:Mario vs Mewtwo
He smiled at them all. "I know you didn't exactly get to fight in the First Round, Mewtwo, but you have your chance now. We wouldn't have even pairings without you." Mr. Miyamoto glanced down at his watch. "Well, you all have forty-five minutes to warm up and practice. At nine forty-five, report out here. Some people should be coming in by then, so we'll set up and wait till ten o'clock for the matches to begin. Well, be off!" Mr. Miyamoto walked over and consulted the faculty staff, which consisted of about twenty people: janitors, monitors, the guy who owned the stadium, the manager, Mr. Miyamoto himself…etc.
Inside the lounge, there was a backdoor that led into an outdoor quadrangle. In that quadrangle was a big grassy path surrounded by a building on all sides, (they were the locker rooms and the bathrooms and stuff) but some workout things were in there. There was also a small gym inside past the locker rooms, where weights and workout machines were. There was a punching bag and a model of a body in each to practice punching and some other moves on. (Well duh…hence the name 'punching bag'.)
Nearly everyone practiced inside, so Zelda decided to practice in the quadrangle. There wasn't anyone out there when she got there, so Zelda started practicing on the human dummy. Zelda stretched first. After she finished stretching, she started some slow punches at the human dummy.
Then she started the quick part of her workout. She tested zapping at it, moving like it was attacking her as well, dodging imaginary punches and kicks and throwing some punches and blasts of Din's Fire at it herself. She did Nayru's love as it wobbled down to smack her (Aaaah! Attack of the dummy!) and attacked it with the attacking-part of Nayru's Love. She grabbed it with her mind and started to chuck it, but it was rooted to the ground so it merely wobbled so violently its head touched the ground. Then she stopped to catch her breath.
Her workout was very vigorous (couldn't think of any other word, it sounds unusual though) and quick, like she was in an actual fight. As Zelda caught her breath, she heard Marth say, "Damn! That was a good workout!"
Marth had come into the quadrangle, and so had Mewtwo, but he was working with the punching bag. "I hope I don't have to fight you," he said, grinning.
Zelda smiled at him. "You probably will," she replied. Marth smiled, then started practicing his own moves as Zelda resumed her workout (she was doing slow stretches and figuring out strategies against Pikachu).
Zelda couldn't help watching Marth. He was practicing his swordskills slowly. First he would whirl out (slowly, remember) with a straight sword slice. Then he would pivot and wrench up his wrist in the sword-version of an uppercut. After than he took two steps and slashed vertically and horizontally, and then spun around and sliced downwards to the ground with a purple glow. He accidentally made a big mark in the grass. Then he did the entire thing over again, but extremely fast so it was nearly flawless.
Marth noticed Zelda staring at him and grinned.
"I hope I don't have to fight you," Zelda said, smiling.
Marth just smiled back.
"Hey, Marth!" Roy called, striding into the quadrangle. "Let's swordfight!"
"Is that all you ever wanna do?" Marth said, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"Besides eating and sleeping? Yeah! So, get ready, because here it comes…"
Roy had taken a swipe at Marth, which Marth dodged. He, in turn, slashed at Roy's feet, which Roy dodged by jumping up. As he did, Marth did his Dolphin slash (Up B) and hit Roy, who went flying into the air and towards the ground.
"Oh crap," Marth mumbled, and ran underneath Roy to catch him.
Roy knocked Marth down flat. Zelda ran over to them and they were both sprawled on the ground, swirly-eyed.
Zelda started laughing. They snapped out of it and grinned embarrassedly, standing up and dusting themselves off.
"You know, ol' prince Marthie won't be there to save your butt in the ring anymore," Marth said, teasingly, as he sheathed his sword.
"Aww, I don't think I'm the one who'll need the saving," Roy replied, grinning back at him.
Then Mr. Miyamoto's voice came over the loudspeaker. "Hurry up, fighters! Come to the ring! It's nine forty-five."
The four out in the quadrangle went inside and joined the rest of the fighters in a flow towards the lounge, and then the ring. People were already there and the stadium was half-filled. Zelda wet her lips, then started nibbling at them. She was nervous. Marth gave her a reassuring squeeze of the hand.
"Don't worry," he whispered, smiling at her. Zelda smiled back and gratefully squeezed his hand in turn.
Mr. Miyamoto beamed at the fighters. "Hey, everyone!" he said, beaming. "Hope you're all ready for your fights. We'll start at ten o'clock!"
A/N: Well, that's chapter 6. ^_^ I have in my mind who wins first, second, and two third-places already ^_^ (If I mentioned that above, forgive me.) Expect 7 soon!
~Mirri Night/Lauren! ^.~
2 By: MirriNight666 ^.~
3 CHAPTER SIX
A/N: Here's the next chapter!!! The Second Round matches are up ^_^ Yay! Hope you like this chapter too! Normally, I would pair everyone like how they would fight in the normal tournament, but I'm bending the rules because of who want to win first, second, and third places. So…nyah :P and keep reading ^_^ And I decided to give Mewtwo his chance. One reason why is because a one fighter wouldn't've had anyone to fight with for this round. So…yeah. Enjoy :)
The next morning, Zelda and Samus got dressed (Zelda had to change to her white outfit because Roy had spilled some food on her yesterday which left a stain, unfortunately) and went down to have a hurried breakfast with the other fighters. Luigi, Fox, Pichu, Ganondorf, and Kirby had come back from the hospital or wherever they had been for most of yesterday to hang with the remaining fighters. Luigi and Mario kept throwing the Fire Emblem boys dark looks, which unsettled Zelda and made Marth and Roy visibly annoyed. All the fighters had to sit at the same long breakfast table together, and it was quite unsettling.
Roy kept flinging bits of pancake and bits of Marth's waffles down the table at Mario. He's so immature, Zelda thought, giggling and laughing, however, as Mario and Luigi glanced around, unable to tell where it had come from. Poor Fox and Falco were stuck in between the warrior flinging pancakes and his prey along the table. Samus mumbled something in her plate that drew a bark of laughter from Captain Falcon and Bowser did his funky laugh. Kirby and Ness were talking with Pikachu and Pichu (how, Zelda had no clue) and Ganondorf and Mewtwo hung in the shadows, occasionally having some evil-laughing contests that sent Captain Falcon shrieking in terror to the lobby more than once.
After they finished, everyone got on their special bus-tram and got to the stadium at nine sharp. When they got there, they lined up in front of the teleporters, with Mr. Miyamoto waiting. Luigi, Ganondorf, and the other beaten fighters who came back got special seats in a Top Box.
"Good morning, everyone," he said, smiling his flashy grin. "We've paired off for the next matches, and this is who you'll be fighting!"
He clicked a button on the remote control in his hand. The huge TV screen lighted up, and on it read:
SECOND ROUND
1st: Bowser vs Falco
2nd:Zelda vs Pikachu
3rd:Samus vs Captain Falcon
4th:Roy vs Ness
5th:Marth vs Jigglypuff
6th:Mario vs Mewtwo
He smiled at them all. "I know you didn't exactly get to fight in the First Round, Mewtwo, but you have your chance now. We wouldn't have even pairings without you." Mr. Miyamoto glanced down at his watch. "Well, you all have forty-five minutes to warm up and practice. At nine forty-five, report out here. Some people should be coming in by then, so we'll set up and wait till ten o'clock for the matches to begin. Well, be off!" Mr. Miyamoto walked over and consulted the faculty staff, which consisted of about twenty people: janitors, monitors, the guy who owned the stadium, the manager, Mr. Miyamoto himself…etc.
Inside the lounge, there was a backdoor that led into an outdoor quadrangle. In that quadrangle was a big grassy path surrounded by a building on all sides, (they were the locker rooms and the bathrooms and stuff) but some workout things were in there. There was also a small gym inside past the locker rooms, where weights and workout machines were. There was a punching bag and a model of a body in each to practice punching and some other moves on. (Well duh…hence the name 'punching bag'.)
Nearly everyone practiced inside, so Zelda decided to practice in the quadrangle. There wasn't anyone out there when she got there, so Zelda started practicing on the human dummy. Zelda stretched first. After she finished stretching, she started some slow punches at the human dummy.
Then she started the quick part of her workout. She tested zapping at it, moving like it was attacking her as well, dodging imaginary punches and kicks and throwing some punches and blasts of Din's Fire at it herself. She did Nayru's love as it wobbled down to smack her (Aaaah! Attack of the dummy!) and attacked it with the attacking-part of Nayru's Love. She grabbed it with her mind and started to chuck it, but it was rooted to the ground so it merely wobbled so violently its head touched the ground. Then she stopped to catch her breath.
Her workout was very vigorous (couldn't think of any other word, it sounds unusual though) and quick, like she was in an actual fight. As Zelda caught her breath, she heard Marth say, "Damn! That was a good workout!"
Marth had come into the quadrangle, and so had Mewtwo, but he was working with the punching bag. "I hope I don't have to fight you," he said, grinning.
Zelda smiled at him. "You probably will," she replied. Marth smiled, then started practicing his own moves as Zelda resumed her workout (she was doing slow stretches and figuring out strategies against Pikachu).
Zelda couldn't help watching Marth. He was practicing his swordskills slowly. First he would whirl out (slowly, remember) with a straight sword slice. Then he would pivot and wrench up his wrist in the sword-version of an uppercut. After than he took two steps and slashed vertically and horizontally, and then spun around and sliced downwards to the ground with a purple glow. He accidentally made a big mark in the grass. Then he did the entire thing over again, but extremely fast so it was nearly flawless.
Marth noticed Zelda staring at him and grinned.
"I hope I don't have to fight you," Zelda said, smiling.
Marth just smiled back.
"Hey, Marth!" Roy called, striding into the quadrangle. "Let's swordfight!"
"Is that all you ever wanna do?" Marth said, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"Besides eating and sleeping? Yeah! So, get ready, because here it comes…"
Roy had taken a swipe at Marth, which Marth dodged. He, in turn, slashed at Roy's feet, which Roy dodged by jumping up. As he did, Marth did his Dolphin slash (Up B) and hit Roy, who went flying into the air and towards the ground.
"Oh crap," Marth mumbled, and ran underneath Roy to catch him.
Roy knocked Marth down flat. Zelda ran over to them and they were both sprawled on the ground, swirly-eyed.
Zelda started laughing. They snapped out of it and grinned embarrassedly, standing up and dusting themselves off.
"You know, ol' prince Marthie won't be there to save your butt in the ring anymore," Marth said, teasingly, as he sheathed his sword.
"Aww, I don't think I'm the one who'll need the saving," Roy replied, grinning back at him.
Then Mr. Miyamoto's voice came over the loudspeaker. "Hurry up, fighters! Come to the ring! It's nine forty-five."
The four out in the quadrangle went inside and joined the rest of the fighters in a flow towards the lounge, and then the ring. People were already there and the stadium was half-filled. Zelda wet her lips, then started nibbling at them. She was nervous. Marth gave her a reassuring squeeze of the hand.
"Don't worry," he whispered, smiling at her. Zelda smiled back and gratefully squeezed his hand in turn.
Mr. Miyamoto beamed at the fighters. "Hey, everyone!" he said, beaming. "Hope you're all ready for your fights. We'll start at ten o'clock!"
A/N: Well, that's chapter 6. ^_^ I have in my mind who wins first, second, and two third-places already ^_^ (If I mentioned that above, forgive me.) Expect 7 soon!
~Mirri Night/Lauren! ^.~