First of all, Mako would like to thank you for the reviews.
But first a note!
I base who beats who on my previous VS matches. As you may know, my sister and I make a great team, I playing Samus and she playing Captain Falcon. Depending on who we beat and who we were defeated by, I partially base these matches.
Hylian- Princess- Thank you! Of course I don't ditch my story, friend! I apologize for the grammar errors, but the wordsthataresometimessquishedtogether are unavoidable on my DOCUMETS tab for some reason. But I do assure you, I take great pride in my grammar and try to deliver the best story to you.
Safe Runner- Aww... But no point in not liking it, you gotta admit, a stoic, serious statue with an obnoxiously loathesome rooster is quite a funny match.
Red the Rhino- Aww, thank you!
Foxdude33- Yep, so far so good, thankfully!
The Announcer was away. The control room sat empty. The microphone was alone. The camera stood unattended and desolate. Why?
Duh. It was a training match. And it hadn't even started. In fact, the field was deserted. No one was there. You get it? Good, because that was two hours ago.
A strange pair of opponents stood on opposite sides of a large mothership. The Great Fox was diving through the galaxies, and overhead, an occasional Arwing zipped by, pummeling lasers to any unfortunate warrior in the way.
On one side, Captain Falcon stood, attempting to intimidate his opponent by making big muscles and taunting.
On the other side, oblivious to the taunts and chavanistic character, stood Samus Aran, a figure in a futuristic Chozo armor, standing so still that the fighter may have just been part of the setting. The 'statue' beeped.
You have very big muscles, Falcon, too bad that I can't say the same about the contents of your head. Samus wasn't one of those superficial dolts who were intimidated by bulging muscles and brawn. But then again, when armed with a plasmic laser-cannon, who would?
But of course, our good friend didn't understand binary.
All of a sudden, the a light went on. 3...!
2...!
1...!
GO!
The GO! triggered something in Falcon's head. Maybe it wasn't so big and empty as we thought, or maybe spending his entire life racing built in some sort of instinct to the command "GO!"
Anyways, whatever it was, Falcon sprinted forward and grabbed-
Thin air.
"Huh?"
A little orange ball rolled behind him. An item? Where was Samus? In fustration, he kicked the ball as hard as he could, only to be grabbed by the ankle and thrown up in the air. There was a flash, and then a robotic figure shot up below him-
"FALCON KICK!" he screamed, confident that the challenger would be startled. He plummetted down, a plume of flame and fire.
Sure enough, Samus was sent spiralling downwards, but as he closed in, a round-house kick sent the racer sprawling backwards. A plasmic laser ball shot by overhead, which he narrowly avoided. As the attacker sprinted forward at no exceedingly speedy pace, Falcon met his opponent with a stalemate. Punches locked, the green lens glittered menacingly. They seemed to glare with a light of their own.
Falcon forced a grin. This was the first actual challenge he had had in a long time. "You're good," he commented in his usual cocky tone.
Samus's head lowered in a slight nod before a grappling laser shot out, barely missing him.
Falcon suddenly realized that this was no Link he was fighting. He ran up the slope and saluted, one hand on his waist.
"Show me your moves!"
Samus's green lenses sparkled as the futuristic warrior complied.