Round 1

Jin Kazama vs. Bill Rizer

Jin's pose played on the TV, adjusting his wrist, and putting his hands up, mouthing "C'mon,"

And now, there he sat, legs crossed, in the interview seat.

"My name is Jin Kazama and my opponent is Bill Rizer."

"So, from what I understand," Nikki began from off-camera, "You're disciplined in two forms of karate, one from your father, and another from your mother."

Jin sighed, "Yes,"

"Why the sigh?" Nikki inquired.

"Because in order to succeed in this tournament, I fear I must use the style I don't like to use."

"Why's that?"

"Because it's my father's. The whole style is seeped in using violence and powers otherworldly to succeed, and I must use those powers if I am to win."

"Right," Nikki grunted, obviously shifting uncomfortably in her seat, "So, uh, what do you think of Bill?"

Jin's nose wrinkled, "I despise nicotine."

"Mm-hm, fair enough," said Nikki, "Now, who do you look forward to fighting."

"The Street Fighter contingent and I have history, the same could be said for Terry. I suppose Palutena would be interesting to fight, and the version of Megaman that is here is not the one I encountered."

"My sources indicate that it's not."

Jin sighed once again, this time out of relief. "Good."

Nikki giggled, "Okay! That's it, thank you for your time."

Jin nodded, standing up and walking off-camera.

Next was Bill's intro pose, lighting an unfiltered cigar and saluting.

"I'm here with Bill…"

"Can we get this over with young lady?" sneered Bill, cigar burning bright.

"Yes, yes we can," Nikki gasped, trying to hide a cough, "What do you think of Jin Kazama,"

Bill laughed, "Pretty boy with some powers. He may have saved my life in our last little skirmish, but I've fought bigger than him. I can take him.."

"Alright, who are you looking forward to fighting?"

"Well firstly, that Ryu. If he fought The Terminator and walked away, that's a guy I wanna test my meddle against. I wanna fight Snake too, maybe put some soldier's instinct back in that boy if I can, he's been hangin' out with the dog too long."

Nikki nodded, "Thank you for your time."

At the moment, Bill's cigar went out.

"And right on cue too," Bill got up out of the chair, grumbling, "Fuckin' cigars."

"That's my guy right there!" Cranky howled, "Quintessential 80s action hero, warms the cockles of my heart."

"For once you and I are in agreement," 9-Volt explained, "Futaba?"

"Range seems to be a kingmaker in this thing, so I'm gonna go with Bill."

"Alright, simple enough. Let's throw it on down to entrances."

The shreds of guitars melded together with the sounds of an EDM club echoed over Smash Stadium's speakers, and after the intro played, Jin strolled out of the tunnel, looking nonchalant as ever as the crowd cheered him.

"And Jin's theme from Tekken 3 plays him out," 9-Volt explained.

"Bah, he's still stunningly Japanese and full of himself," Cranky spat, "Bill's got this."

Shredding, unapologetic metal music played as Bill somersaulted out of the tunnel, pausing to discard a burned-out cigar, light another, and walk down to the middle of the stadium.

"That's the cover of the Jungle/Base remix provided to us by GaMetal, the guy who did the music for the Mac, Rosalina fight earlier."

"Ahhh, saving Shattered Soldier's garbage OST for the stage is that it?"

"What are you talking about? Shattered Soldier's soundtrack rules and so does GaMetal," 9-Volt protested

"Yeah, if you're a dopamine-deprived little twerp, or some loser working an office job who never grew out of that."

"I'm not even gonna dignify that with a remark," hissed 9-Volt, "Anyway, Mills, take it away."

As if on cue, Mills Frames appeared between the two, "The following contest is a Round 1 matchup in the Super Smash Brothers Ultimate tournament! The winner of this bout will face Sephiroth in Round 2. Introducing first, in the corner to my left, he comes to us from the Tekken universe. He is The Former Ruler of the World. He is Jin Kazama?"

Jin simply nodded to the crowd, his introduction getting a mixed reaction.

"And next, in the corner to my right," continued Mills, "He comes to us from the Contra universe. He is The Shattered Soldier, he is Bill Rizer."

Similarly, Bill got a mixed reaction, sneering at the crowd.

"Now, if Jin wins the coin toss the stage will be Mishima Dojo, if Bill wins it will be Jungle (Contra). Gentlemen, call it,"

"Heads!" Bill barked

Jin rolled his eyes. Of course, he wouldn't be heard over that loudmouth

"Tails!" announced Mills.

The string of curse words Bill let out had to be bleeped. Meanwhile, Jin stood unmoving, an amused grin on his face.

"Alright," Mills breathed, unusual shock in his otherwise smooth voice, "You guys know the rules. 2 stocks, items medium. Smashers, are you ready?"

"Bring it, pretty boy," snarled Bill.

Jin only nodded. And with that, the two were warped to the stage.

Stage: Mishima Dojo

Rules: 2-stock, items medium

Music Moonlit Wilderness

3

Jin stood on the stage, head bowed, "Don't get in my way," he warned.

2

Bill somersaulted onto stage, tucking and rolling in mid-air, landing perfectly on his feet.

1

Jin took his fighting stance, Bill cocked a gun.

GO!

Bill jumped, firing a weapon that somehow managed to fire a beam of energy in three separate prongs. Jin only paid this a millisecond of mind, managing to dodge around the first few volleys and pin Bill against the wall. Jin stretched his fist outward. The Contra cried out in shock, as electricity enveloped his entire being. Before Jin could follow it up anymore, however, two jets of fire sent him scuttling backward.

"And Bill powers through a legendary Mishima Dragon Uppercut to unleash two Fire blasts onto him!" Cranky cheered.

Jin took to the air, briefly moving into his devil form as Bill fired with all sorts of weapons, each of which Jin could see the trajectory of and swoop around. Now, he was right below him. Bill was not expecting Jin to flop onto his back and flop down, only balking as Jin's legs and hips connected with Bill's unprepared skull. Bill bounced up against the wall, reaching an Assist Trophy just as Jin saw it. Holding the cased aloft, a tiny blue crocodile appeared, immediately lunging, and latching onto the top of his head.

"Oooh Jin is gonna wanna get checked out after this experience," Cranky groaned through gritted, pained teeth.

"King K. Rool isn't going to be happy you said that."

"And I care why?"

"Fair enough. Oh shoot, Jin breaks free. He isn't going to be happy about Bill peppering him with lasers this whole time." 9-Volt announced.

"Yeah but that red aura isn't a good sign," Cranky added.

Jin smirked. He saw Bill's eyes go unusually wide. He'd noticed the Rage glow too. Bill attempted to scuttle away, only to receive a hook kick, bouncing him off the roof of the Mishima Dojo, and into Jin's waiting hands, who, now in his Devil form, flew up, slamming him onto the ground. The wooden roof and right interior wall of the Mishima Dojo fell apart like confetti as Bill's form was sent crashing through it for the KO.

Jin Kazama: 2

Bill Rizer: 1

"Oooh, a seemingly quick stock for Jin," 9-Volt bellowed.

"Yeah, but Jin's at 100 plus damage, with no rage meter to back him up. Let's see how the newbie performs without his fancy gimmick."
A quick laser shot sent Jin up, and Bill was quick to follow with a fire spread above him. Jin was stunned, falling to the floor, making him an easy target for Bill to pepper with regular bullets to send him to the Blast Zone.

Jin Kazama: 1

Bill Rizer: 1

"Ahhh the old 'R' powerup," mused Cranky, "Bill's an original tough guy. He doesn't need fancy powerups unlike the Jin Kazama's of the world, AKA you kids today," Cranky crowed.

Meanwhile, Jin casually hopped off the Revival Platform, Rizer cocking his gun through gritted teeth, "So I guess the old adage is true. If it bleeds, you can kill it."

Firing a plume of fire from the gun, Jin simply hook kicked the fire, reflecting it back at a completely unprepared Bill.

"WHAT?" barked 9-Volt and Cranky simultaneously as Bill screamed in shocked pain.

A Smash Ball appeared. Bill, through an impossible string of curses, fired. Jin scurried behind the Smash Ball, letting Bill break the accursed thing. He'd figure out the rest later.

Bill broke the Smash Ball, closing his eyes as the power rushed to him.

"Homing missiles!" Bill bellowed.

Jin closed his eyes, letting his hatred, his anger bubble up inside him. The scars of the devil blanketed his chest. The wings sprouted permanently. Jin hissed, fangs bared. Faster than anyone could see, he dashed past the missiles which had just fired, extending a hand to grab a completely unprepared Bill by the throat, flying him to the Blast Zone. Bill fumbled through another gun through repressed breaths. Jin shot a glance over his shoulder. The missiles were tracking him, but they hadn't been designed to track anything but humans.

"Amateur," snarled Jin.

Tossing Bill into the missiles, they all exploded upon his hapless body, sending him without argument to the Blast Zone.

GAME!
 Jin had been warped to the courtyard, but he was already walking past the camera.

"You're a joke," Jin sneered as he walked out of frame.

JIN KAZAMA WINS!

A splash screen cemented the victory. Bill meanwhile, fumbled for a cigar.

"A dominant win by Jin Kazama-" Rita began,

"SHIT!" Bill yelled, dropping the cigar,

"I'm sorry but…"

"But nothin!" Bill yelled, palming the wall behind him in frustration, "You may be champ here pretty boy, but I'm the people's champion. Just ask all the civvies I saved from aliens. Good luck."

With a gritted flash of his yellowed teeth, Bill stomped off camera.

Now the camera was all Jin's, who was absconded by Mister Zero, "A great win out there champ. What's next?"

"That Sephiroth clown, by the looks of it," Jin shrugged, "Be warned, I'm not going to be a pushover like the trio."

With that, Jin walked up the tunnel, he was immediately hounded by the Playstation All-Stars Crew.

"Good job kid, I knew I had it in ya!" Daxter said, slapping Jin on the back.

"I mean, we did fight his grandfather well enough to know…" Jak began, but Jin put a finger to his lips, pointing behind them. Isabelle had gotten Bill's attention.

"Would you like to train with Mister Snake and I Mister Rizer?"

Bill groaned, but a pained expression turned into an unnatural-looking smile, "I suppose if it helped Snake find success, it couldn't hurt me to give it a try!"

"Yay!" Isabelle cheered.

"I'll be damned," Sly whispered as the randomizer queued up again.

"MEGAMAN VERSUS MISS TRAINER" Cranky and 9-Volt announced together.

Sure enough, on the big TV, Megaman pointed his Buster Cannon on one side of the screen while Miss Trainer struck a tree pose on the other.

Megaman marched down Tunnel A without so much as a word.

"Megaman was able to read my directive," ROB announced.

"So I guess I'm down Tunnel B. No problem!" Miss Trainer waved as she headed down Tunnel B.