Smash Preliminaries

Chapter 01: Signing Up to Settling In

Ray's Hut

The blonde haired Ray Man snoozed, sprawled across his bed. It was about 10 AM, and the hero had less than an hour before he would be unable to sign up for the tournament. He had asked Globox, his best friend, to come and wake him up, but the flat topped rain maker had been held up by a fallen airship.

Suddenly, a section of Ray's floor popped up, Sssam the Snake coming through and into the hut. "Hey, Rayman, what are you doing ssstill asleep!"

The purple bodied teen slowly awakened, looking around. He began to yawn, but as soon as he saw the clock, he began to choke, falling from the bed. "S-Sam! What's going on! Where's Globox!"

"That doesn't matter right now! Get outssside and I'll get you to the Temple! Let'sss move it!" the snake pulled its head into the hole again and quickly swam to the entrance, where Ray latched onto the snake and was on his way.

HAL World- Sign-in Station

Treecko looked down the line of people still in front of him and sighed. He didn't know why so many people had shown up, especially just for Pokeball Try-Outs. 'Oh well' he thought to himself. 'It's their money.' After a little more waiting, he found himself at the front of the line, and sitting t the desk there was Popo. "Tree! Treecko, cko!"

"Huh?" Popo looked up from the paperwork in front of him, smiling at the Pokemon. "Well, haven't seen many of you guys here. I think you're about the third Pokemon to show up."

"Tree?"

"Oh, right, here you go." he threw a small microphone/earpiece thing to the grass creature. "It's a Poke-to-English translator."

"Cko?" he fiddled with the device a minute, before finally getting it hooked in place. "How does this sound?"

"Perfect. Anyway, here." he passed a form to the Pokemon. "Fill it out and put it in the box in the box on your way into the next room. You can set up camp there for the night. Fighting will begin tomorrow."

"Tomorrow! Yeesh, I thought you said there were only a few other Pokemon. Oh well." he began to work on it, and once he finished, he dropped it in the box. The second he stepped into the next room, however, he realized he had made a big mistake. He found himself in a large hangar, which was filled with people and creatures of all types. Some were sparring, others were meditating, and they all looked ready to fight Treecko figured it out quickly: he had entered himself in the Smash Preliminaries. "Oh… oh god no."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the hangar, Sonic and another competitor had begun talking. "It's not that the Super Smash Brothers Tournament isn't important, it's just that I don't really care to be in it. To tell the truth, I just want a chance to fight the Smasher of my choice for winning. I hope to take on Mario. I know everyone says we hate each other, but truthfully, we're just rivals. I just want to prove I'm the better fighter, you know?"

His companion, the ever silent Glover, nodded, pulling a marker and dry erase board from inside his glove body. He wrote, 'I know. In fact, I'm only here to fight my brothers.'

"Your brothers?" Sonic's brow raised, his mouth curving into a smile. "Get out. You're related to Master Hand?"

'And Crazy Hand.'

"Wow, that's cool. You know, you're surprisingly small." the glove boy frowned, growling slightly. "Sorry, buddy."

At that moment, they heard a voice on the intercom. "All combatants not yet in the hangar area will soon be closed out."

"Poor saps. Oh well, should have gotten here sooner." A few minutes later, they heard the large hangar doors begin to shut. However, as they were almost finished, the machines began to falter, followed by a scream. Sonic looked to Glover. "Want to check it?" the glove quickly jumped onto Sonic's back. "I'll go with a yes on that." The hedgehog began to speed through the crowd, reaching the front in a few seconds. When they saw what had happened, they couldn't help but laugh like the others.

"Should we help him?" Billy Hatcher laughed.

"No way! This is too funny!" Blood Falcon chuckled.

"Well, it's good to know how friendly everybody is." Sonic scoffed, letting Glover down. The scene that had everybody in stitches was Rayman's foot, which was caught in the closing doors. It looked strange, mainly because the foot that was holding Ray back wasn't even attached to his body. "Should WE help him?"

Glover was prepared to write his answer, when they saw a grass vine shoot forward and wrap around the foot. They saw a Treecko pulling on it, trying to get Ray free. Glover quickly wrote, 'Let's help him.'

"Right." the hedgehog stepped up to the Pokemon. "Need some help?"

"I could use some more strength." Sonic grabbed the vine and began to pull.

"Please hurry, guys." Ray said nervously. "This is starting to hurt."

"Treecko! Let go off his foot and grab Glover! G! Get the foot!" in a fast motion, the vine let go and grabbed Glover, who took hold of the foot. Sonic started pulling harder, beginning to run backwards. Finally, the foot came loose, and the four flew backwards, knocking everyone out of their way until they hit the Sentinel, from the X Men games. The being shrugged it off, making its way through the crowd.

"Thanks a lot, guys I've never met before. If it wasn't for you, I'd probably have to go through this thing missing a foot."

"No problem." Treecko said, shaking himself out. "So, what's your name?"

Before Ray could say, a voice, Link's, came onto the intercom. "Hello, everyone. I have good news for you all. Master and Crazy Hand have been kind enough to bring in a luxurious hotel for you. However, you'll all need to share rooms, so if you could go ahead and get into groups of fours, we'd be thankful."

"Well, that's convenient." Sonic chuckled. "How about we share a room, get to know each other?"

"Sure."

"Why not?"

'Sweet'

"Great." across the hangar, the large doors, like the ones that had caught Ray, opened, revealing a large, beautiful hotel, which everyone began to rush to. "This might take a while."

Unknown Location

"And you assure that he will be put into the tournament?" the deeper voiced man asked.

"I guarantee he will make it into the Top 8." came a second voice, which had a heavy Italian accent. "But why? You hate this guy."

"That's none of your concern." the first man walked out of the room.

The second, Luigi Mario, sighed. "What have I done?"

To Be Continued…