Hello to all out there, and welcome to my debut fanfic on fanfiction.net!
Earlier I had posted the same story online, but it ended up getting jumbled
up. So I had to remove the story and upload from scratch (my apologies for
those who reviewed my story) I've now learned that, for SOME reason, the
tab button doesn't work on ff.net. Well, Im still new to the commute and
have a lot to learn. But anyway, I've spaced up the story enough so
everyone can read it without any problems. An don't worry- small plots will
unfold inside this large to-be epic of mine. I'm planning well over 50
chapters in this story (maybe up to 70 or 80- hell, I don't know, I have 39
fights to be decided!), so I want as many reviews AS POSSIBLE to keep me
forward. Also, I know there are 25 (or 26 if you include both Popo and
Nana, the Ice Climbers) combatants in the game, but Im only using 21 of 'em-
Pichu and Jigglypuff have been excluded because that's just too many
danged pokemon, and both Y.Link and Dr. M are not present due to the fact
that that's just too many clones, too! Ok, bad reasons, but I've already
said enough. Now go on ahead and enjoy the story! If Chapter 1 turns out
all right, then chappies 2 and 3 will be on their way soon.
Disclaimer: I don't own SSB:Melee, Sephiroth, Yuna, Solid Snake, Crash Bandicoot Cartman(damn.), Sonic, or any of the melee characters.
The smashers all took their seats in the tight auditorium after receiving an urgent call from Master Hand and Crazy Hand to come at once, and every one of the 22 waited for ten minutes in a very patient manner.
Bowser: AHHHH! WHAT'S KEEPING THEM SO LONG?!!! I GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE NOW!!! I'M GONNA SUFFOCATE IN THIS F***ING ROOM OTHERWISE!
Fox: What the hell is it THIS time?
Falco: Probably another survivor tournament.or a beauty pageant, maybe? (grins at idea) Goddamn right.
DK: I hope this has something to do with fighting at least! I need to regain my sense of respect after being forced to live in tight HQ areas without my banana and living on deserted islands without being able to fire rescue signals to in order to get the sh**ty f***ing hell off!
Link: Will they just hurry the f*** up? I got business to attend to in my bedroom with the help of my "working" partner Zelda.
Zelda: Shhh!!! Not so loud, Link!
Captain Falcon: Hey YO, did you hear what Link just said?!!
Link (to Falcon): Oh, man, I am SO going to kill you!
Zelda (to Link): Oh, man, I am SO going to kill you!
Link: The hell'd I do?!
Meanwhile, Ganondorf's thinking that what Link said is an insult shot at him and begins to rise from his seat when Master Hand and Crazy Hand finally swarm into the auditorium.
Gannondorf (glares at Link): You're lucky!
Zelda (glares at Link): You're lucky!
Link (glares at Captain Falcon): You're lucky!
Captain Falcon (glares at Samus): You're lucky!
Samus (surprised): How did I become involved?!
Captain Falcon: Because at the moment I wanted to f*** you.
Samus: Ohhhh, that's.so.not right! Falcon, remind me to kill you after this little meeting's over with!
Captain Falcon (smirks deviously): Awright, then! We'll battle to the death in my own bed!
Samus: WHAT?!! Why, I oughta.oh, f*** it!
Bowser: Hey, you talkin' about me?
Crazy Hand: WILL YOU F***ING ALL PIECE OF B******LY SH**TY F***S SHUT THE F***ING HELL UP!!!?
Everyone goes silent.
MH: Thank you very much, CH.
CH: NO F***ING PROBLEM YOU SH**TY F***!
MH: OK, now you're all wondering why you're here, I suppose?
Everyone in the auditorium except the two hands nod.
MH: Good, now I all want you to know that what is to come will be nothing related to survivor or any reality sh** like that.
Everyone sighs with relief.
MH: As a matter of fact, we'll be going right back to the tournament ordeals.
Donkey Kong and Bowser in the back both whoop in approval, while the rest gleefully clap.
MH: Now, for this year's tournament, we'll be doing something different. We'll be doing what is called a "reigning championship tournament".
The smashers remain silent.
MH: Here are the rules for this tournament. Everyone will draw a number, and the smashers that pick both "one" and "two" will be the two fighters to start off the tournament. The winner of the first battle will continue on against the fighter with # 3, the winner on to # 4, and so on and so forth.
CH: BLAH BLAH F***ING BLAH!!!
MH: Just to let you know, though, that there will be 19 new fighters to participate in our new event. Now don't worry, they're all fair fighters, although some are a little short-stemmed, and they've already gone through the same rules as you've just heard. In fact, our brand new draft of 19 fighters are waiting just outside the door right now. Allow me to introduce them in. Please welcome.Noah Ulas, clone of this fan-fiction's author and the assembler of this bunch of fighters!
A young man wearing a gray hooded sweatshirt and blue baggy pants enters the auditorium waving around a small sword. Everyone claps approvingly of the first one to walk in.
MH: Our 2nd fighter is.Charlie Bowling, a young comic-writing war-fanatic whose main passion is to hunt every time winter swings around!
Another guy similar to Noah wearing a headset, a maroon shirt, and tan baggies walks in holding a Pump-action M870 in his hands. The villains in the back, Fox, Falco, and Samus whoop and holler wildly while the rest clap very lightly.
Charlie: WHAT?!! What makes me so BAD about carrying around a GUN?!
Peach: Because they're poaching weapons, you poacher!
Mysterious Voice: Shut up, bitch!
Peach: (tosses her head from left to right) WHO the F*** was THAT?!
MH (whispering to the mysterious person behind the door leading into the auditorium): Hold on just a minute, Aaron! I'll get to you soon.
Aaron (grunts impatiently): Oh, fine!
MH (walks back into the auditorium): Now our next fighter is a close friend of Charlie and selects an 18-in.-Apple laptop as his primary weapon against his foes. His motives to attack may be the best of anyone yet, but knock the laptop out of his hands and he becomes an easy knock-out. Please welcome.Robert Fisher!
Another young guy wearing an orange shirt and blue baggy jeans walks in carrying under his right arm a laptop computer; everyone in the crowd claps in a decent manner, except Ness, who lets out an excited "YEEEEAAHHH!".
MH: Ok, then. Now our next fighter is a deadly fighter of terribly devastating skills who wields the dreaded baseball bat of doom and worships the almighty Savannah, Grandpa Afro, Abraham Donkey, and Henry Antlers. Please welcome.the big.the mean.Aaron Avison!
Aaron: FINALLY! (walks into the auditorium and stops in front of Peach) Shut up, bitch! (Peach gasps in horror at the wimpy guy with messed up dirty-blonde hair wearing a dark blue T-shirt and black baggy pants carrying under his arms his baseball bat and a screwed-up Gamecube who had just told her twice)
MH: Yea, yea, that's great Aaron. Now cough up the $5 additional for your introduction.
Everyone watches in shock as Aaron plays a bribing tune with Master Hand by exchanging the 5 dollars.
MH: Awright then. So let's get on with the next fighter. He's rather young and immature, but you might wanna steer clear of the power that rests within his left arm.especially if you're haunting him in a bad dream. Please welcome.JB!
A young boy with wavy black hair wearing a faded-black "Yankees'" T-shirt and dark blue baggies walks in brandishing a small rocket launcher that is in place of his left arm. Samus cheers loudly at the sight of another gun- arm bearer while the rest clap agreeably.
MH: All right! Now the next fighter is rather unique. When it comes to making her way through the worst and thickest of the enemy lines, she uses her vocal abilities rather then her fists to bore her opponents straight to sleep. Please welcome.Jessie Balderson!
A pudgy girl with long, brown hair wearing a white T-shirt and blue tights walks into the auditorium gibbering away on her cell-phone in a language that the smashers were too slow to keep up with. Everyone seated clapped briefly before soon falling asleep.
CH: WAKE THE F*** UP YOU F***ING S***HEADS!
Everyone suddenly awakened with a jolt.
MH: ^Ahem^ Now let's continue on, shall we? Our next fighter is a former cheerleading co-captain with the expertise at hand-to-hand combat. Get ready all you young guys out there, for here comes the talented and lovely.Sarah Jackson!
A lean young girl with short brown hair wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and blue tights walks into the room carrying a large knife. All of the young guys just gape at her beauty while the rest lightly clap for her.
MH: Uh, Crazy Hand!
CH: STOP F***ING STARING AT HER SH**TY T*TS YOU MOTHER-F***ING BAS****S!
MH: A little TMI there, Crazy Hand.
CH: SORRY THERE SH**HEAD!
MH: Well our next fighter is neither a man nor a woman. In fact, he's an dog- with the fastest set of four legs ever seen on the face of the planet Earth. Ladies and gentlemen, please give it up for.Buck!
A small black dog trots into the auditorium and up to Noah while the 22 original seated clap with approval.
MH: Next up is a small, fat kid with supernatural abilities and a dirty-ass mouth who is possessed by a hooded fellow that often gets himself killed. Let's kick it with. Cartman!
Everyone in the room goes nuts with applause as Cartman walks in shouting "KEICKASS!".
MH: Up next is a young sorceress from the unbounded world of Final Fantasy. Please make room for.Yuna!
Yuna meekly walks in and, aroused by her skimpy outfit from FFX-2, all of the guys give a shout out to her or whistle with great approval.
MH: Up-coming fighter is another young one, but with the intelligence of an Alakazam and the strength of ten fighter jets combined. Let's hand it off to the one and only (Mewtwo: But I'm already right here! CH: NOT YOU BROTHER F***ER!).Ben McKensley!
A young man with stuck-up silvery-yellow hair walks in quickly wearing a loose blue suit; everyone claps normally, except Mewtwo, who senses an overwhelming power in him.
MH: Now, you might not know this pokemon, as he's been in the works for an upcoming game in early 2006 for the Gameboy cell-phone. He's big.he's bad.he's Werewave, the werewolf of hydrospheric abilities!
A large dark-blue werewolf wearing torn trousers stomps in greeted by another average round of applause.
MH: Next is one character that you know perhaps better than any other new characters currently waiting outside this room. Allow me to introduce.Sonic the Hedgehog!
Sonic rolls into the room and is greeted by an ear-piercing round of cheers and shouts.
MH: Alright, alright! Now let's go on with our next fighter- he comes from a world where whacked-out 80's-style-hairdos are forever-fads and disco dancing against evil forces is a 9-to-5 job, please keep it going for.Hairday!
A young guy with a three-foot fiery-red hairdo walks in only again to be greeted by a set of murmurs.
Falco: Um, what does he mean by "80's"?
Fox: Old people in nursing homes maybe.
Link: You saying that that's an old person's hairdo?
Aaron: It is for Grandpa Afro.
Link: Man, shut up, you Democrat!
Aaron: THE HELL did you just call me??
CH: HEY ALL OF YOU F***ING D***HEADS JUST F***ING ZIP IT ALRIGHT?!!
MH: Oh, hell, we're just wasting time. Let's just bring out the rest. Everyone please welcome.Matthew Harris, African-American and legendary combatant against the evil time-travelling forces from the medieval times; Selene, goddess of the moon; Crash Bandiccot, zany Playstation one mascot: Snake, high-security stealth-tactics agent; and last, but not the least- Sephiroth, the worst of all the villains ever featured virtually!
A dark-skinned bald man wearing a heavy trench-coat steps out, along with a silver-haired beauty wearing a dark blue gown, Crash Bandicoot swinging his yo-yo about, Solid Snake in his MGS2 uniform, and Sephiroth swinging his sword about madly. Everyone gave up one last round of applause for the brand new 19 fighters.
MH: I assure you that each and every one of these new smashers will give you a run for your money, for if they didn't I'd have myself killed.
CH (holds a gun up to MH): F***ING DIE YOU HE**ISH BAS****LY MOTHER-F***ING SH**TY PIECE OF GODD*** SH**!
MH: ******************************************YOU, you ******************** HAND!
CH (silently backs down)
MH: Okay then, now I want all of you to draw a number from this hat here (holds up a magician's black hat). This will be your starting order for our first-ever RC Tournament.
Everyone scurries over to the hat and fights themselves out a number.
Mario: Heya, Ia gota numbera twoa!
JB: Dude, I got number 1! Sweet!
Cartman: HEEY IEM SEPPOSED TEO SEAY THEAT!
Everyone else: He's right you know!
MH: Oky-dokey, so JB and Mario will be the first to fight, then after that it's-
Ice Climbers (raise their #s up high): We're number three!
MH: So the winner of the first battle shall challenge Ice Climbers, and so forth from there. Ok, everyone, it's off to your rooms! I already have six rooms set up for all you new ones here. The first room's for the non-human smashers (Sonic, Werewave, Buck, Crash), the second's for the kids (JB, Cartman, and Aaron), the third's for the intelligenties (Noah, Charlie, and Robert), the fourth for the girls (Yuna, Selene, Jessie, and Sarah), the fifth for those from Fantasy Land (Ben, Hairday, and Sephiroth), and the final room is for the older guys (Snake, and Matthew). So now that everything's all set, I hope that all of you have a good-night sleep and wake up early enough for the start of tomorrow's tournament. You are all dismissed! (everyone leaves for their dormitory rooms)
Up Next: Round 1 in the Super Smash Bros. Reigning Tournament, upcoming hero JB v. SMB classic Mario. Stay tuned and REVIEW LIKE CRAZY PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own SSB:Melee, Sephiroth, Yuna, Solid Snake, Crash Bandicoot Cartman(damn.), Sonic, or any of the melee characters.
The smashers all took their seats in the tight auditorium after receiving an urgent call from Master Hand and Crazy Hand to come at once, and every one of the 22 waited for ten minutes in a very patient manner.
Bowser: AHHHH! WHAT'S KEEPING THEM SO LONG?!!! I GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE NOW!!! I'M GONNA SUFFOCATE IN THIS F***ING ROOM OTHERWISE!
Fox: What the hell is it THIS time?
Falco: Probably another survivor tournament.or a beauty pageant, maybe? (grins at idea) Goddamn right.
DK: I hope this has something to do with fighting at least! I need to regain my sense of respect after being forced to live in tight HQ areas without my banana and living on deserted islands without being able to fire rescue signals to in order to get the sh**ty f***ing hell off!
Link: Will they just hurry the f*** up? I got business to attend to in my bedroom with the help of my "working" partner Zelda.
Zelda: Shhh!!! Not so loud, Link!
Captain Falcon: Hey YO, did you hear what Link just said?!!
Link (to Falcon): Oh, man, I am SO going to kill you!
Zelda (to Link): Oh, man, I am SO going to kill you!
Link: The hell'd I do?!
Meanwhile, Ganondorf's thinking that what Link said is an insult shot at him and begins to rise from his seat when Master Hand and Crazy Hand finally swarm into the auditorium.
Gannondorf (glares at Link): You're lucky!
Zelda (glares at Link): You're lucky!
Link (glares at Captain Falcon): You're lucky!
Captain Falcon (glares at Samus): You're lucky!
Samus (surprised): How did I become involved?!
Captain Falcon: Because at the moment I wanted to f*** you.
Samus: Ohhhh, that's.so.not right! Falcon, remind me to kill you after this little meeting's over with!
Captain Falcon (smirks deviously): Awright, then! We'll battle to the death in my own bed!
Samus: WHAT?!! Why, I oughta.oh, f*** it!
Bowser: Hey, you talkin' about me?
Crazy Hand: WILL YOU F***ING ALL PIECE OF B******LY SH**TY F***S SHUT THE F***ING HELL UP!!!?
Everyone goes silent.
MH: Thank you very much, CH.
CH: NO F***ING PROBLEM YOU SH**TY F***!
MH: OK, now you're all wondering why you're here, I suppose?
Everyone in the auditorium except the two hands nod.
MH: Good, now I all want you to know that what is to come will be nothing related to survivor or any reality sh** like that.
Everyone sighs with relief.
MH: As a matter of fact, we'll be going right back to the tournament ordeals.
Donkey Kong and Bowser in the back both whoop in approval, while the rest gleefully clap.
MH: Now, for this year's tournament, we'll be doing something different. We'll be doing what is called a "reigning championship tournament".
The smashers remain silent.
MH: Here are the rules for this tournament. Everyone will draw a number, and the smashers that pick both "one" and "two" will be the two fighters to start off the tournament. The winner of the first battle will continue on against the fighter with # 3, the winner on to # 4, and so on and so forth.
CH: BLAH BLAH F***ING BLAH!!!
MH: Just to let you know, though, that there will be 19 new fighters to participate in our new event. Now don't worry, they're all fair fighters, although some are a little short-stemmed, and they've already gone through the same rules as you've just heard. In fact, our brand new draft of 19 fighters are waiting just outside the door right now. Allow me to introduce them in. Please welcome.Noah Ulas, clone of this fan-fiction's author and the assembler of this bunch of fighters!
A young man wearing a gray hooded sweatshirt and blue baggy pants enters the auditorium waving around a small sword. Everyone claps approvingly of the first one to walk in.
MH: Our 2nd fighter is.Charlie Bowling, a young comic-writing war-fanatic whose main passion is to hunt every time winter swings around!
Another guy similar to Noah wearing a headset, a maroon shirt, and tan baggies walks in holding a Pump-action M870 in his hands. The villains in the back, Fox, Falco, and Samus whoop and holler wildly while the rest clap very lightly.
Charlie: WHAT?!! What makes me so BAD about carrying around a GUN?!
Peach: Because they're poaching weapons, you poacher!
Mysterious Voice: Shut up, bitch!
Peach: (tosses her head from left to right) WHO the F*** was THAT?!
MH (whispering to the mysterious person behind the door leading into the auditorium): Hold on just a minute, Aaron! I'll get to you soon.
Aaron (grunts impatiently): Oh, fine!
MH (walks back into the auditorium): Now our next fighter is a close friend of Charlie and selects an 18-in.-Apple laptop as his primary weapon against his foes. His motives to attack may be the best of anyone yet, but knock the laptop out of his hands and he becomes an easy knock-out. Please welcome.Robert Fisher!
Another young guy wearing an orange shirt and blue baggy jeans walks in carrying under his right arm a laptop computer; everyone in the crowd claps in a decent manner, except Ness, who lets out an excited "YEEEEAAHHH!".
MH: Ok, then. Now our next fighter is a deadly fighter of terribly devastating skills who wields the dreaded baseball bat of doom and worships the almighty Savannah, Grandpa Afro, Abraham Donkey, and Henry Antlers. Please welcome.the big.the mean.Aaron Avison!
Aaron: FINALLY! (walks into the auditorium and stops in front of Peach) Shut up, bitch! (Peach gasps in horror at the wimpy guy with messed up dirty-blonde hair wearing a dark blue T-shirt and black baggy pants carrying under his arms his baseball bat and a screwed-up Gamecube who had just told her twice)
MH: Yea, yea, that's great Aaron. Now cough up the $5 additional for your introduction.
Everyone watches in shock as Aaron plays a bribing tune with Master Hand by exchanging the 5 dollars.
MH: Awright then. So let's get on with the next fighter. He's rather young and immature, but you might wanna steer clear of the power that rests within his left arm.especially if you're haunting him in a bad dream. Please welcome.JB!
A young boy with wavy black hair wearing a faded-black "Yankees'" T-shirt and dark blue baggies walks in brandishing a small rocket launcher that is in place of his left arm. Samus cheers loudly at the sight of another gun- arm bearer while the rest clap agreeably.
MH: All right! Now the next fighter is rather unique. When it comes to making her way through the worst and thickest of the enemy lines, she uses her vocal abilities rather then her fists to bore her opponents straight to sleep. Please welcome.Jessie Balderson!
A pudgy girl with long, brown hair wearing a white T-shirt and blue tights walks into the auditorium gibbering away on her cell-phone in a language that the smashers were too slow to keep up with. Everyone seated clapped briefly before soon falling asleep.
CH: WAKE THE F*** UP YOU F***ING S***HEADS!
Everyone suddenly awakened with a jolt.
MH: ^Ahem^ Now let's continue on, shall we? Our next fighter is a former cheerleading co-captain with the expertise at hand-to-hand combat. Get ready all you young guys out there, for here comes the talented and lovely.Sarah Jackson!
A lean young girl with short brown hair wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and blue tights walks into the room carrying a large knife. All of the young guys just gape at her beauty while the rest lightly clap for her.
MH: Uh, Crazy Hand!
CH: STOP F***ING STARING AT HER SH**TY T*TS YOU MOTHER-F***ING BAS****S!
MH: A little TMI there, Crazy Hand.
CH: SORRY THERE SH**HEAD!
MH: Well our next fighter is neither a man nor a woman. In fact, he's an dog- with the fastest set of four legs ever seen on the face of the planet Earth. Ladies and gentlemen, please give it up for.Buck!
A small black dog trots into the auditorium and up to Noah while the 22 original seated clap with approval.
MH: Next up is a small, fat kid with supernatural abilities and a dirty-ass mouth who is possessed by a hooded fellow that often gets himself killed. Let's kick it with. Cartman!
Everyone in the room goes nuts with applause as Cartman walks in shouting "KEICKASS!".
MH: Up next is a young sorceress from the unbounded world of Final Fantasy. Please make room for.Yuna!
Yuna meekly walks in and, aroused by her skimpy outfit from FFX-2, all of the guys give a shout out to her or whistle with great approval.
MH: Up-coming fighter is another young one, but with the intelligence of an Alakazam and the strength of ten fighter jets combined. Let's hand it off to the one and only (Mewtwo: But I'm already right here! CH: NOT YOU BROTHER F***ER!).Ben McKensley!
A young man with stuck-up silvery-yellow hair walks in quickly wearing a loose blue suit; everyone claps normally, except Mewtwo, who senses an overwhelming power in him.
MH: Now, you might not know this pokemon, as he's been in the works for an upcoming game in early 2006 for the Gameboy cell-phone. He's big.he's bad.he's Werewave, the werewolf of hydrospheric abilities!
A large dark-blue werewolf wearing torn trousers stomps in greeted by another average round of applause.
MH: Next is one character that you know perhaps better than any other new characters currently waiting outside this room. Allow me to introduce.Sonic the Hedgehog!
Sonic rolls into the room and is greeted by an ear-piercing round of cheers and shouts.
MH: Alright, alright! Now let's go on with our next fighter- he comes from a world where whacked-out 80's-style-hairdos are forever-fads and disco dancing against evil forces is a 9-to-5 job, please keep it going for.Hairday!
A young guy with a three-foot fiery-red hairdo walks in only again to be greeted by a set of murmurs.
Falco: Um, what does he mean by "80's"?
Fox: Old people in nursing homes maybe.
Link: You saying that that's an old person's hairdo?
Aaron: It is for Grandpa Afro.
Link: Man, shut up, you Democrat!
Aaron: THE HELL did you just call me??
CH: HEY ALL OF YOU F***ING D***HEADS JUST F***ING ZIP IT ALRIGHT?!!
MH: Oh, hell, we're just wasting time. Let's just bring out the rest. Everyone please welcome.Matthew Harris, African-American and legendary combatant against the evil time-travelling forces from the medieval times; Selene, goddess of the moon; Crash Bandiccot, zany Playstation one mascot: Snake, high-security stealth-tactics agent; and last, but not the least- Sephiroth, the worst of all the villains ever featured virtually!
A dark-skinned bald man wearing a heavy trench-coat steps out, along with a silver-haired beauty wearing a dark blue gown, Crash Bandicoot swinging his yo-yo about, Solid Snake in his MGS2 uniform, and Sephiroth swinging his sword about madly. Everyone gave up one last round of applause for the brand new 19 fighters.
MH: I assure you that each and every one of these new smashers will give you a run for your money, for if they didn't I'd have myself killed.
CH (holds a gun up to MH): F***ING DIE YOU HE**ISH BAS****LY MOTHER-F***ING SH**TY PIECE OF GODD*** SH**!
MH: ******************************************YOU, you ******************** HAND!
CH (silently backs down)
MH: Okay then, now I want all of you to draw a number from this hat here (holds up a magician's black hat). This will be your starting order for our first-ever RC Tournament.
Everyone scurries over to the hat and fights themselves out a number.
Mario: Heya, Ia gota numbera twoa!
JB: Dude, I got number 1! Sweet!
Cartman: HEEY IEM SEPPOSED TEO SEAY THEAT!
Everyone else: He's right you know!
MH: Oky-dokey, so JB and Mario will be the first to fight, then after that it's-
Ice Climbers (raise their #s up high): We're number three!
MH: So the winner of the first battle shall challenge Ice Climbers, and so forth from there. Ok, everyone, it's off to your rooms! I already have six rooms set up for all you new ones here. The first room's for the non-human smashers (Sonic, Werewave, Buck, Crash), the second's for the kids (JB, Cartman, and Aaron), the third's for the intelligenties (Noah, Charlie, and Robert), the fourth for the girls (Yuna, Selene, Jessie, and Sarah), the fifth for those from Fantasy Land (Ben, Hairday, and Sephiroth), and the final room is for the older guys (Snake, and Matthew). So now that everything's all set, I hope that all of you have a good-night sleep and wake up early enough for the start of tomorrow's tournament. You are all dismissed! (everyone leaves for their dormitory rooms)
Up Next: Round 1 in the Super Smash Bros. Reigning Tournament, upcoming hero JB v. SMB classic Mario. Stay tuned and REVIEW LIKE CRAZY PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!