Prince Marth stood, or rather posed, by a large pillar inside the stadium's outer walls. He adjusted his hair and tiara and hoped to catch people's eyes. When he realized no one was paying attention to him, he started pouting.
This will work! Nobody can resist me pouting like this. Hey! Everybody, look at me! I said look at me! WHY WON'T YOU LOOK AT ME! Alas, to be ignored in a manner such as this! Surely a prince deserves more…
As he was wallowing in his own self pity, Marth looked up to see a rather gorgeous person stroll through the gates. Marth gazed at the vision of loveliness and began to swoon.
"So… fine…" mumbled Marth, as he began to drool.
Ah, but drooling does not befit a Prince of my caliber. I must speak to my beloved!
Marth strolled up to the beauty with the blond hair, and started flirting. He twirled his cape around and ran his fingers through his hair slowly.
"Wow! That is a beautiful sword!" flirts Marth loudly, "Where did you get it?"
"Err… I jacked it from a temple…" said the blond beauty hesitantly.
"You know what is even more beautiful than the sword?" said Marth batting his eyelashes, "Hehe, your fine figure of course! Your so… Wow!"
"Why thanks! I do try, Haha!" said the blond happily.
"You know, I–" began Marth before he was interrupted by a squeaky female voice.
"Link quit flirting and get to the fighting! I want my damn cash!" screamed a tiny blue fairy, which was buzzing around the blonds head.
So, his name is Link! Well, isn't that a sexy name! Hehe, I can't wait to get my hands on him. Hehe, yes Link my beauty, you will be mine! Surely he has noticed my brilliant outfit, complete with my stunning tiara!
As Marth was entertaining fantasies in his mind, Link had dashed over the sign up booth. Marth bounced after Link with a grin on his face. He knew Link wanted him, whether Link knew it or not! As Marth approached Link from behind, he heard him talking to the noisy fairy.
"Jacked it from a temple?" demanded the fairy loudly, "You are the Hero of Time! Chosen to wield the sword and cleanse Hyrule from darkness! You did not jack it!"
Oh my gosh! He's a hero? I love him even more! Oh yes, his sweet and luscious self will be mine! Now, to get him to notice me…
"I'm saying Navi, the Temple never even knew what hit it!" insisted Link, "I slew dozens, no wait, hundreds of monsters to get the boss of that temple! And after a long, and magnificent battle starring your truly, I finally took the behemoth down. It was a magnificent battle, and to the victor goes the spoils! Stained with the blood of my gargantuan foe, I grabbed that sword, and I became a legend!"
Wow… He is so brave… I bet he is really strong too… To have beaten all those monsters and not been hurt! He is a god! He even beat a massive boss single handedly!
"Link, you ass, that is the Master Sword. You found it in the Temple of Time. The worst thing that happened there is when you shot your foot with the slingshot!" raged Navi, as she fluttered madly around Link's head.
Stupid fairy… Link deserves better. Anyway, time to get me a hero! Heh heh…
As Link continued to insist that he had killed hundreds, no wait thousands, of monsters in the temple, Marth jumped him from behind and threw his hands over his eyes.
"Yaaaahhh!" screamed Link, "It's Zelda, she found out about that time I took her picture in the shower!"
"Oh Link honey, guess whooo" sang Marth happily.
"Calm down Link. It's just that creepy guy from before." said Navi wearily.
As Marth climbed down off of Link's back, he began to feel his muscles. Marth got a wide grin on his face as hugged Link's arm. Link, however, was deeply disturbed. He started flailing wildly to shake the clingy guy off his arms.
"Dude, I know I'm pretty. Very pretty. Very, very pretty. Okay, let's get real, I'm even prettier than Zelda! Still man, I really don't swing that way, if you get my meaning." Link explained thoughtfully, "I mean I know how looking at me probably makes you think that you are in love. I have that effect on people; after all, I am that pretty."
"You know I'm a Prince, right Link?" whimpered Marth as he stared sadly up in to Link's eyes. "I'm very, very, very rich…"
This caught Navi's attention. She flew around madly humming wedding tunes as she thought of all the things she was going to get.
"Wow, you guys look good together! You know Link, maybe this guy isn't so bad, I mean he is a prince after all." Navi said, with an evil grin.
"Navi, I'm hot. Not gay." Said Link horrified.
Marth grinned, he would get his man. He always does. As he continued to fawn over Link, hoping that the green-clad hero would propose to him, Marth realized that he also had to sign up for the tournament. Marth managed to tear himself away from Link long enough to sign himself up for the matches, leaving him plenty of kisses, much to Link's dismay. When Marth had finished signing up however, he noticed that Link had disappeared and gone off somewhere.
Nooooo! My precious hero! Where have you gone? Why did you leave me? Waaaahhhh… Ah, but a prince should not be crying like this! I'll find you Link, wait for me!
Marth started to dash around frantically searching Link, more than once he ran screaming into a group of contestants. In one group, he heard a man in overalls wondering what kind of 'Shrooms he was smoking, and where he could get some.
Roy wandered around the Stadium's massive lobby, while swinging his sword around recklessly. Swinging away as he was, he did not even notice when he nearly lopped an ear off a rather intense looking man. The man was dressed in brown and black leather garb, and was sporting rust-red hair, and a decently sized sword.
"Hey, watch it kid! Get out of here before I kill you."
"Whoa, sorry man, I wasn't paying attention. We cool?" responded Roy heartily.
"Cool? We are not cool you little urchin. Get out of my presence!" the man demanded angrily.
"Dude, I said I was sorry, so let's drop it, yeah?" Roy said breezily.
"The great Ganondorf drops nothing! Heh, I see you have a sword, I say you use it. Come at me if you can brat." Ganondorf thundered challengingly, he swung his sword in a massive arc to emphasize his point.
"Old man, were not supposed to fight outside of the matches, it's against the rules." Roy argued calmly as he rested his hands on his hips.
"So you are a coward then? Heh, such a thing is to be expected," taunted Ganondorf, as he laughed deeply, "You are only a child after all."
At this point, Roy ripped his sword from its sheath and rushed Ganondorf head-on. He swung he blade in vertical arc, as he aimed for Ganondorf's head. Roy's blade crashed into the stone, sending rubble in various directions, as Ganondorf sidestepped the blow. Roy cursed under his breath as he withdrew into a defensive stance and watched as Ganondorf hefted his impressive blade. The sword itself was a long as one of his long legs, and was tinted brown and purple. As Ganondorf swung his sword down on upon Roy's own blade, purple energy sparked from the sword. Thinking he had the upper hand, Ganondorf laughed mightily as he drove all his strength into crushing the young boy's stance. Roy however, grinned and stepped forward pulling his sword with him. Ganondorf's strength and weight caused him to move forward in to Roy's oncoming attack, his eyes went wide when he realized what was happened. As Roy's blade connected with Ganondorf's chest it exploded into vicious flame and threw Ganondorf back thirty feet into a stone pillar, which shattered under the force of the impact. Ganondorf roared in anger, as he jumped up from the rubble and rushed at Roy full force. Just as he closed in on Roy's position, an explosive shockwave forced both he and Roy to their knees, and then down to their stomachs.
A furious and loud booming voice erupted from the space surrounding the two combatants. "How dare you make light of the rules we have set down! You will both be sent to confinement and have your armaments removed until the time of your scheduled fights. Away with you both! GUARDS, ESCORT THEM!"
Ganondorf and Roy were captured and forcibly removed from the stadium's lobby, by what was apparently some sort of police force. They were humanoid wire-framed beings of immense power and agility. The way they moved reeked of combat experience, and mastery. It almost seemed as if they were designed to be the perfect fighters.
The other contestants in the lobby looked on with fear and anticipation as the wireframes carried off the two trouble makers. Many contestants were without words, they had just seen a taste of the fights to come, and they were eager to begin.