Best Served cold
Chapter 2: The Proposal
-Disclaimer- I don't even own the pants I'm wearing.
Falcon was the first to hear the news.
"Another tournament is being formed. Do you want in Falcon? The crowd loves you. or loves to hate you. But whatever. Do you want in? Double your pay since you were last times finalist."
"Sure, but how much green did yah shove done fox's throat ?"
"That doesn't matter a fuck Falcon and you know it, wanna know my opinion, I think you'll kill em this time Falcon, and you know my sense of intuition."
"Sure. see you there."
Immediately that day he started training on the Race track arena on his property with some physical holographs he had installed. He practiced the accuracy of his Falcon Punch and Kick. Soon, he had exhausted his strength and felt spent enough to return for some rest. On his way out a small man dressed in a Green and Blue outfit stood in his way.
What do you want Luigi? I already spent my self, so I cant train with you. but that's not what you're here for is it?"
There was a formidable argument that Luigi was in fact the best fighter in the league. Should he ever have the guile to defeat his older brother Mario, he could be considered a threat. There was a certain kind of respect Luigi had for his brother that wasn't mutual, and Falcon could hear the strain of those bonds under too much tension.
"Train me. Not-a today, as I can-a see-a you are warn down. But you're the only one with-a the holographic enemies and-a I must-a learn to-a beat- a my brother Mario. I can help you get whatever you want. Or whoever."
The word had been out for a while now and Falcon knew that, but Luigi was the first to openly talk about Falcons crush on the beautiful warrior Samus Aran.
"Okay" confirmed C. Falcon with a sneer on his face. This may be the ticket he needed. Or should he tell the stupid Italian to screw off? His ultimate goal was beating Fox this year anyways. Nah, might be a better investment to ride this one out.
*FA: So. good? No? Yes? Review please and look for chapter 3 by Valentines Day 2004. It will be there I swear.
-Disclaimer- I don't even own the pants I'm wearing.
Falcon was the first to hear the news.
"Another tournament is being formed. Do you want in Falcon? The crowd loves you. or loves to hate you. But whatever. Do you want in? Double your pay since you were last times finalist."
"Sure, but how much green did yah shove done fox's throat ?"
"That doesn't matter a fuck Falcon and you know it, wanna know my opinion, I think you'll kill em this time Falcon, and you know my sense of intuition."
"Sure. see you there."
Immediately that day he started training on the Race track arena on his property with some physical holographs he had installed. He practiced the accuracy of his Falcon Punch and Kick. Soon, he had exhausted his strength and felt spent enough to return for some rest. On his way out a small man dressed in a Green and Blue outfit stood in his way.
What do you want Luigi? I already spent my self, so I cant train with you. but that's not what you're here for is it?"
There was a formidable argument that Luigi was in fact the best fighter in the league. Should he ever have the guile to defeat his older brother Mario, he could be considered a threat. There was a certain kind of respect Luigi had for his brother that wasn't mutual, and Falcon could hear the strain of those bonds under too much tension.
"Train me. Not-a today, as I can-a see-a you are warn down. But you're the only one with-a the holographic enemies and-a I must-a learn to-a beat- a my brother Mario. I can help you get whatever you want. Or whoever."
The word had been out for a while now and Falcon knew that, but Luigi was the first to openly talk about Falcons crush on the beautiful warrior Samus Aran.
"Okay" confirmed C. Falcon with a sneer on his face. This may be the ticket he needed. Or should he tell the stupid Italian to screw off? His ultimate goal was beating Fox this year anyways. Nah, might be a better investment to ride this one out.
*FA: So. good? No? Yes? Review please and look for chapter 3 by Valentines Day 2004. It will be there I swear.
