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Chapter 3: First of the Twelve! The Burning Fist!
Port Town. A bustling metropolis that… that… Let's pretend that the level designers for Brawl had design block (or whatever you call it) watched Star Wars, ripped off that lawyer planet (Coruscant, Croissant?) and made it kinda more grittier, like New York. Oh yeah, and they have a crane that looks like R.O.B.
None of this concerned the blue hedgehog that was racing into the city. Sonic finally stopped in near the racetracks called Port Town Aero Dive. Sonic was tapping his foot, looking pissed. "Geez, where is that winged dude?" Sonic inquiry was answered a few minutes later as Pit, nearly sweating through his toga and barely holding his bow came crawling near. "I'm… *Gasp*… here…" He stared at the arena, which housed the racetrack. "Why… *Wheeze* are…*Gasp* we… here?" Pit wiped away some of his sweat from his forehead.
Sonic shook his head as if it was obvious, but then again it is. But Sonic gave him some time to rest before he gave his reason. "If my theory is right, and I know it is, Captain Falcon would most likely be here." Pit was about to say something. "And yes, Captain Falcon is a member of the original twelve. Well, see you, I gonna cruise this city to see if there are chili dogs around here." With that, Sonic was gone in a flash.
Pit, after another 30 minutes of resting, went to the front of the stands to look for Captain Falcon. Pit found frustration. The cars in the race were going way too fast for Pit's eyes to distinguish any features that Captain Falcon would put on his car. So tired of his fruitless searching for Captain Falcon's car, he looked at the scoreboard. Oh, so much information did Pit find out about Captain Falcon.
Captain Falcon's car's name was Blue Falcon. His pit crew (stick with me here) was called the Falconettes. Nearly everything that Captain Falcon had, there was sure to be named something with the word Falcon in it. With that, Pit got into an empty seat, put up his feet and enjoyed the race. He knew exactly what to do in order to avoid the flood of rabid fan girls.
Captain Falcon was feeling great. He had won another race, which he loved. Samurai Goroh was sulking in some bar with his 2nd place trophy, drinking twice as much as the legal blood alcohol limit was, which he loved more. He had rabid fan girls practically screaming for autographs, rubbing his biceps, you get the point. Captain Falcon felt like he was on the top of the world, sitting in a throne of clouds, drinking champagne, being feed grapes, and being fanned like a greek god of some sort.
It was at this moment that Pit decided to disobey Port Town's number one law: Never ever mock the Falcon Punch. Falcon, through the screams and touching, heard his most sacred punch being mocked by a foolhardy youth. Eyes scanning and eyes landing on Pit, he concluded the angel did it and was doing it intentionally.
Pit was surprised too. Second only to Sonic, he never seen anyone dash past the crowds, through the halls, into the stands where Pit was standing. Few seconds later, Falcon was standing in front of Pit and looking so red even blood looked blue in comparison. Falcon yelled, "Why may I ask you have you taken the Falcon Punch for granted?" The fans having raced near, gave a unanimous "Ohhh!!!"
Pit, successfully regaining his composure, said with a straight face, "Simply, I wanted your attention." Falcon, raising an eyebrow, said while struggling to not break the winged punk's jaw, "Well, you got it." Pit replied, "I thought as much. Okay, my name is Pit and I've came to challenge you to a Brawl."
Falcon smiled a most evil smile "Name your terms." Pit replied "One stock, and since you're pissed off, I'll be nice and let you choose the items." Falcon cracked his knuckles "Crates, Capsules, Super Scopes, Ray Guns, Beam Swords, and Assist Trophies. Do you accept?"
Pit had a little voice whispering in his ear that he had no chance. Pit, in his mind, tracked down who had that voice, then had that voice dragged to the backyard, and shot with a shotgun. "Yeah, bring it."
Falcon smiled and shouted, "Let the battle begin!" The stands were once again filled as throngs of people were crowding to see the poor little punk who pissed off Captain Falcon.
Pit found himself now on a floating platform with Captain Falcon. The voice tried to rise from the grave, but Pit had a mental sniper rifle with him. Captain Falcon was now running towards Pit. Pit fired a bunch of arrows, but Captain Falcon was already prepared and put his shield to take the arrows. Pit's eyes widened in disbelief. His arrows were making no distinguishable mark on the bubble.
Then Pit saw that Captain Falcon got a Ray Gun in his hands and was now firing at Pit. Pit was now crossing his arms in front of him and was hoping a bubble would come up to defend him, and one did. The bubble was shaking slightly and to Pit's horror, becoming smaller with every hit. Once the blasts died out, Pit disengaged, which he regretted when he saw the super scope flying at him. Pit went flying onto the track, since the platform landed by then. Pit got up and fired an arrow at Captain Falcon, who got hit. Pit, seeing an opportunity, dealt arrow after arrow. Pit then looked to the side, and didn't like what he saw. Summoning all his strength in his wings, he urged them to help him jump, which he did. He landed on one of the twin platforms.
Captain Falcon was now confused at Pit's behavior and followed his gaze. He saw himself gazing at Samurai Goroh's machine, the Fire Stingray. The force had Falcon Fly up at a 90-degree angle as he landed on the flying platform. Pit was unsure whether the man was hurt. But the question was answered as Captain Falcon spun-kicked Pit away. Pit by this time, got a beam sword and slashed at Captain Falcon. Falcon was stunned and didn't dodge in time the beam sword and arrow that came in Falcon's way.
The whole crowd could swear now swear they heard Captain Falcon. "Enough!!!!" The shout shook Pit for a moment, though a moment Captain Falcon needed. Captain Falcon ran towards Pit and shoulder rammed him. Pit was flying right into Falcon who then Raptor Boosted into Pit, who was again in the air thanks to Falcon's flaming uppercut. While Pit was in the air, Falcon then Falcon Dived into Pit, doing whatever to him and sending him flying. Pit was going to the other side, but Falcon dashed over there and Falcon kicked the angel. Falcon then jumped in the air and threw the beam sword he had down at Pit. Pit bounced up and letting Falcon stomp on Pit.
When Pit got up, he was trying his very best to stay on his feet. Falcon charged up his forward smash, his elbow, and it connected. Pit was flying off the platform but to the surprise of everyone, Pit recovered and was flapping his wings to get back on the platform. Falcon, now tired of this match, jumped off the platform and charged up his Falcon Punch.
Pit noticed Captain Falcon about to Falcon Punch him. He couldn't believe it. Was it the end of his journey before it even began? A flashback then swallowed Pit's mind to a different time. It was back in the Angel Academy where Pit learned everything. Back in those days, Pit was in the bottom of his class. He was constantly touted as the runt of the litter and was treated so. But he never gave in and let the despair swallow him up.
One day, after failing a gliding test, Pit had surrendered. He was done. As tears of indignation filled his eyes, his teacher came in and sat next to him. For the next hour, Pit ranted to him about how life wasn't fair. After that, the teacher smiled and said, "Maybe you are a late bloomer, but I have faith you will grow." Pit was surprised that someone had that kind of faith in him. After that, the insults mattered little to Pit who began to study harder, which allowed him to graduate. It was a good thing too as Pit had to save his more "gifted" fellow angels from Medusa as well as Palutena, the goddess of light. He always got a chuckle out of that.
He then snapped to the present, and realized that he now needed to learn to glide. Time was running out for Pit as he memorized all the lessons for gliding. As he did, a gust of wind ruffled the feathers on Pit's wings. One feather blew away on the gales, leaving Pit to study it. He gave himself a mental slap on the forehead for not seeing how it was done in school.
Pit looked up. Falcon looked ready to unleash his Falcon Punch, so it was now or never. Pit focused, trying to let the winds through his wings and operate as hang gliders. Captain Falcon then punched only to fell nothing. Pit had done a nosedive and was now gliding underneath the platform, leaving Captain Falcon to scream as he fell down.
The crowd was stunned; Captain Falcon was furious and seething on the ground, when Pit came up. Captain Falcon was sure that the angel was now going to rub it in his face. He was surprised as the angel offered his hand to help him up. Falcon accepted and was raised to his feet. Pit wasn't letting go of Falcon's hand just yet. Pit was shaking it. When Falcon drew a quizzical look, Pit looked at Falcon with a smile, "Thanks for helping me learn to glide." Falcon smiled as he offered the shake back, "You're welcome.
The Nintendo Board was flabbergasted at what just happened. One was excusing it as a fluke. Sakurai smiled. Pit wasn't out of the game yet.
Pit survived his first challenge! Eleven more wait! Who will challenge him next?