Well this chapter gives a little detail on the past of Yosher and the Smash
Brothers Tournament. Enjoy!
Chapter Eleven: A Story from an Old Smasher.
"Who am I you ask? Well I asked you a question first, but then again, I already know the answer is the Master Hand."
"WHAT!?! How the hell do you know about Master Hand!?! I didn't even say his name!"
"That is true, you didn't you did not have to, the chief already told me."
"B-B-But he I told him not to tell anyone but a someone who participated in Super Smash Brothers tournament, why would he against his word?"
"... in a way he didn't."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, the chief told me everything that had occurred concerning the past and new tournament up to this point, including your incident with Princess Toadstool."
"But then why do you find this so easy to believe, I don't even understand all the details of what happened."
"You Yoshi have your tales, and I have mine, and mine are no less confusing then yours. So I want you to listen quietly and don't interrupt. Understand?"
"Yes"
"Good, many many years ago, before you were born, and many of the now adults were only hatchlings and I was a bit younger than you are now my father happened to be the combat instructor for the Chief's elite body guards and warriors, witch we have so few of now. When I was young he trained me to fight when I was just old enough to walk. He trained me for fifteen years, until the day he died. When he died I continued to train on my own until I received an invitation to a tournament. I showed it to the, at the time current chief and he told me to keep it a secret. It seemed like he knew more about this tournament at the time than I did so I obeyed him. I had six months to train for this tournament, which happened to be called The Super Smash Brothers Tournament. The day of the tournament came and I was amazed to find out I was not just fighting opponents from other lands but from other dimensions! We found out that the organizer of the Tournament were actually many benevolent beings, they were, I think beings that were able to create matter and warp through dimensions which was purely amazing! The reason they did the tournament was they were curious who was the strongest of each dimension and that they would pit them against each other in a battle to see who was the strongest. I acquired one friend at the tournament, he and my skills seemed equal and we both strived to perfect ourselves, we were looking forward to a fight in the finals together but he was defeated in his semi-final match. The tournament was based on knockouts or ring-outs, it was very difficult but I eventually pulled threw and won and became the new champion! I returned home victorious with no serious injuries. Twenty-five years passed and I received an invitation to the next tournament, so I trained myself once again and I was no easier on myself then he was on me. The day of the tournament arrived and I was quite confident in my skills, twenty five years though of people praising me and wanting to hear my stories over and over again made me quite arrogant however and I began to corrupt. The fights were now held on very high platforms, I am not proud of what I did, I would set my opponents up on edges when they were on the verge of defeat, I could have just knocked them out and still would have won, but I thought they were not worth my time, I would finish them and send them flying off the edge, most met massive injuries, while a couple did not survive the fall. In the last tournament the beings would not tolerate killing in their tournament, but this time one and the seemingly more powerful one allowed it, but discouraged it. It came down to the semi-finals it was me against my own friend, we talked during our fight, he wanted to know why I had changed for the worse, lets just say he beat some sense into me, and I'm happy that he did. My friend went on and became the new champion, I felt horrible, and he won without killing anyone. I realized what I had done and regretted it, so I then changed my ways. I decided to wait for the next tournament to prove that I was a warrior of honor, not one of senseless killing I told the chief what I had done and he understood where I was coming from, he and I waited, hoping for another tournament. About seventy- five years later, I was in Toad Town on vacation when I had received a letter from the new chief, the last one had unfortunately died of illness, but he passed on the knowledge of the tournament to his son, the chief you know today. He wrote about how there was some kind of new tournament, I was unable to fight in the tournament for reasons that are not important, but I found out that I was not even invited. It was you Yoshi, you had been invited! I sent a letter to the chief asking if there was the customary six months to train you for it. He wrote me back saying you only had one week to prepare. When you later returned I was a bit disappointed to hear how you lost but eventually the Chief told me that a strange being attacked you and you and the rest of the competitors had to fight it together. I was surprised to hear this news and am curious about what happened to the benevolent beings, according to the chief you said that a giant glove called The Master Hand attacked you and that it resembled a giant white glove, the beings that I saw looked like miniatures suns only not bad to look into like our sun. Two years have passed and when I heard about a new tournament, I was suspicious and yet confused, once again hearing that you were invited once again, now either it is for real this time, or it is another trick. You are a good fighter Yoshi, in my eyes you can become a lot more powerful. You have the potential to win the tournament, but you still need much more training, and you should also never underestimate your opponent, nor should you grow too confident in your skills. You may have defeated the Master Hand with the other competitors, but he may still be out there, waiting. That is my story, so when you said that the chief wouldn't tell any one who didn't participate in the Smash Brothers Tournament, he did in a way keep his word. Do you have any questions Yoshi?"
Yoshi was having a hard time soaking in all this information, he did not know that the Super Smash Brothers tournaments have been around since before he was born, how did Master Hand corrupt the tournament, and why? All he and the other Smashers knew was that the Master Hand wanted to weaken them all by having them all fight each other to near death of exhaustion, so that he could easily destroy them and take their life force for reasons unknown. It seemed like Yoshi's life had just gotten much more complicated than it ever was.
Yoshi only sat with a bewildered look on his face.
"Well," Yosher began "it is late I think we should start heading back now."
I am very pleased that there are people who enjoy my story, the next chapter however must be completely rewritten, so expect a full one to two day time frame of waiting and will be posted on the third day from today, if I receive ONE more review, the next chapter will be posted A.S.A.P. so continue reviewing.
Chapter Eleven: A Story from an Old Smasher.
"Who am I you ask? Well I asked you a question first, but then again, I already know the answer is the Master Hand."
"WHAT!?! How the hell do you know about Master Hand!?! I didn't even say his name!"
"That is true, you didn't you did not have to, the chief already told me."
"B-B-But he I told him not to tell anyone but a someone who participated in Super Smash Brothers tournament, why would he against his word?"
"... in a way he didn't."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, the chief told me everything that had occurred concerning the past and new tournament up to this point, including your incident with Princess Toadstool."
"But then why do you find this so easy to believe, I don't even understand all the details of what happened."
"You Yoshi have your tales, and I have mine, and mine are no less confusing then yours. So I want you to listen quietly and don't interrupt. Understand?"
"Yes"
"Good, many many years ago, before you were born, and many of the now adults were only hatchlings and I was a bit younger than you are now my father happened to be the combat instructor for the Chief's elite body guards and warriors, witch we have so few of now. When I was young he trained me to fight when I was just old enough to walk. He trained me for fifteen years, until the day he died. When he died I continued to train on my own until I received an invitation to a tournament. I showed it to the, at the time current chief and he told me to keep it a secret. It seemed like he knew more about this tournament at the time than I did so I obeyed him. I had six months to train for this tournament, which happened to be called The Super Smash Brothers Tournament. The day of the tournament came and I was amazed to find out I was not just fighting opponents from other lands but from other dimensions! We found out that the organizer of the Tournament were actually many benevolent beings, they were, I think beings that were able to create matter and warp through dimensions which was purely amazing! The reason they did the tournament was they were curious who was the strongest of each dimension and that they would pit them against each other in a battle to see who was the strongest. I acquired one friend at the tournament, he and my skills seemed equal and we both strived to perfect ourselves, we were looking forward to a fight in the finals together but he was defeated in his semi-final match. The tournament was based on knockouts or ring-outs, it was very difficult but I eventually pulled threw and won and became the new champion! I returned home victorious with no serious injuries. Twenty-five years passed and I received an invitation to the next tournament, so I trained myself once again and I was no easier on myself then he was on me. The day of the tournament arrived and I was quite confident in my skills, twenty five years though of people praising me and wanting to hear my stories over and over again made me quite arrogant however and I began to corrupt. The fights were now held on very high platforms, I am not proud of what I did, I would set my opponents up on edges when they were on the verge of defeat, I could have just knocked them out and still would have won, but I thought they were not worth my time, I would finish them and send them flying off the edge, most met massive injuries, while a couple did not survive the fall. In the last tournament the beings would not tolerate killing in their tournament, but this time one and the seemingly more powerful one allowed it, but discouraged it. It came down to the semi-finals it was me against my own friend, we talked during our fight, he wanted to know why I had changed for the worse, lets just say he beat some sense into me, and I'm happy that he did. My friend went on and became the new champion, I felt horrible, and he won without killing anyone. I realized what I had done and regretted it, so I then changed my ways. I decided to wait for the next tournament to prove that I was a warrior of honor, not one of senseless killing I told the chief what I had done and he understood where I was coming from, he and I waited, hoping for another tournament. About seventy- five years later, I was in Toad Town on vacation when I had received a letter from the new chief, the last one had unfortunately died of illness, but he passed on the knowledge of the tournament to his son, the chief you know today. He wrote about how there was some kind of new tournament, I was unable to fight in the tournament for reasons that are not important, but I found out that I was not even invited. It was you Yoshi, you had been invited! I sent a letter to the chief asking if there was the customary six months to train you for it. He wrote me back saying you only had one week to prepare. When you later returned I was a bit disappointed to hear how you lost but eventually the Chief told me that a strange being attacked you and you and the rest of the competitors had to fight it together. I was surprised to hear this news and am curious about what happened to the benevolent beings, according to the chief you said that a giant glove called The Master Hand attacked you and that it resembled a giant white glove, the beings that I saw looked like miniatures suns only not bad to look into like our sun. Two years have passed and when I heard about a new tournament, I was suspicious and yet confused, once again hearing that you were invited once again, now either it is for real this time, or it is another trick. You are a good fighter Yoshi, in my eyes you can become a lot more powerful. You have the potential to win the tournament, but you still need much more training, and you should also never underestimate your opponent, nor should you grow too confident in your skills. You may have defeated the Master Hand with the other competitors, but he may still be out there, waiting. That is my story, so when you said that the chief wouldn't tell any one who didn't participate in the Smash Brothers Tournament, he did in a way keep his word. Do you have any questions Yoshi?"
Yoshi was having a hard time soaking in all this information, he did not know that the Super Smash Brothers tournaments have been around since before he was born, how did Master Hand corrupt the tournament, and why? All he and the other Smashers knew was that the Master Hand wanted to weaken them all by having them all fight each other to near death of exhaustion, so that he could easily destroy them and take their life force for reasons unknown. It seemed like Yoshi's life had just gotten much more complicated than it ever was.
Yoshi only sat with a bewildered look on his face.
"Well," Yosher began "it is late I think we should start heading back now."
I am very pleased that there are people who enjoy my story, the next chapter however must be completely rewritten, so expect a full one to two day time frame of waiting and will be posted on the third day from today, if I receive ONE more review, the next chapter will be posted A.S.A.P. so continue reviewing.