Author's Note:
Just when I thought I was about to suffer from a writer's block, I had received this review from a guest:
"Could you have the next story take place during the Rio Olympics games for the Mario & Sonic Olympic video game and the actual event?"
Since I'm huge on the Olympics, and have been watching a lot of Olympic events this year, I've decided to do this installment of Smash Life on the Rio Olympic Games. Now Paradigm of Writing - one of the more notable writers on this archive and a fan of this story (who's also going through some tough times in life right now, if you had read his one-shot "Nocturne") - had warned me about using real-life characters in fanfiction, but just for this installment of Smash Life, I decided to "bend" the rules, but only just a little bit...you'll see eventually.
Episode 35: Autograph
The Summer Olympics. It's a strong test of skill, willpower, glory, and a lot of other attributes that are present but the national media decides not to pay attention to. Many great athletes are participating in this year's Olympics - Michael Phelps, the most decorated Olympain of all time. Usain Bolt, the fastest person of all time. Kevin Durant, the biggest sellout of all time...at least to certain people, most of whom are pretty butthurt. For those of you who may not understand, go ahead and look for yourself.
Sonic has always dreamed of participating in the Olympics, wanting to be recognized as one of the greats, but it's completely impossible for the hedgehog to live out his dreams because A) he's not a human, B) he's well below the age requirement, and C) he's pretty much the fastest thing alive, so it would be unfair for Sonic to run in a track-and-field event and smoke the competition. Of course, you may bring up the Mario and Sonic at the Olympic Games franchise, but that's a video game; Sonic wants the real deal!
Although Sonic may be bummed out that the aforementioned factors prevent him from being in the Olympics, he still has the competitive fire to prove everyone that he's the best. And his competitiveness will be put to the test, after Fox challenged the hedgehog to a race around the mansion. Keep in mind that Fox is one of the fastest characters in Super Smash Bros, with his dash and even his walk packing a ton of speed. Fox may be taking the biggest L of his life soon, but he'll take it with some amount of dignity.
Sonic: So, so, so, Fox wants to challenge me to a race around the mansion...dude's gonna get smoked so hard! Only thing that will distract me from a win would be Amy; she'd probably be chilling on the sidelines rooting for me to win, and then I look stumble. *flexes his fingers confidently* But no worries, I'll have Knuckles remove Amy and any other distractions (like garden sprinklers) away from the premises!
To prepare himself for his race with Fox, Sonic did some rigorous training in the fitness center, not only running on the treadmill but also lifting heavy weights, which caused the hedgehog to collapse under pressure due to how ridiculously heavy the weights are compared to his small size. The man is supposed to be just doing a race around the mansion, but he's training like he's about to run the race of his life!
"Sure you aren't working yourself out Sonic?" Wii Fit Trainer walked by, holding a towel over her shoulder, as she watched Sonic lift some heavy dumbbells...or at least trying to. He knows he's no match for those dumbbells. "After all, it's just a race around the mansion!"
"Ugh, why must you people insist on telling me that?!" Sonic dropped the dumbbells on the floor, either out of frustration, exhaustion, or both. "I know what I'm doing, and what I'm doing shall contribute to me smoking Fox and making him look silly!"
"Whatever happened to having a fair game, certainly you must show Fox some mercy, rather than leaving him in the dust!" Sonic never gives anyone a fair game; he just wants to be the best he can be, and he'll shun whoever prevents him from achieving his goal.
"Ew, you sound exactly like a socialist, what with this whole 'fair game' crap," Sonic walked away from Wii Fit Trainer, disgusted with her remark. "Now I see why the male Wii Fit Trainer doesn't even like you!" Sonic let those words permeate inside Wii Fit Trainer (which honestly didn't do much) as he exited the fitness center, feeling slightly angry and bitter.
It's official - Mario and Peach, a celebrity couple in the video game community, are now engaged! Like Luigi, Mario is preparing for the very special day he finally weds Peach by going through an extensive checklist - and he enlisted Pac-Man to guide him throughout the way. The plumber would have asked Marth, but he felt that Marth already had his time with Luigi - and you know how that went.
"Are you sure you don't need my assistance?" Marth asked Mario, standing at the doorway of the room where the plumber and Pac-Man met. "If you need a best man, I'm always your guy..."
"I'm-a fine Marth, I'll take-a your best man-a offer into consideration," replied Mario; Marth nodded and left, and Pac-Man couldn't help but chuckle silently.
Pac-Man: Ha ha ha, poor Marth is salty that he can't be Mario's wedding assistant, just because he's married! (And apparently he still thinks of himself as the only married brawler, despite me and Olimar.) I asked him myself if he felt salty, and he denied it, claiming that he was feeling "very upset and ticked off about something..." ...so basically he's feeling salty. No way to twist it around.
"Alright then, first things first - the budget," said Pac-Man. The budget is a very crucial part of the wedding, it gives Mario and Peach some flexibility about what is allowed and not allowed at the wedding. "What is your budget, how much money are we throwing on the table?"
"Don't want-a anything drastic...how does thirty thousand-a sound?" asked Mario. Compared to Luigi's outrageous budget of $35 million (which was thankfully trimmed down tremendously), that's actually pretty cheap!
"Uh huh, not bad, not bad," Pac-Man wrote down the budget on a notepad. "Time for the fun stuff - the guest list! Obviously we're inviting everyone from the mansion; knowing Master Hand, he'll smite us if we don't..."
"Smite who?" Master Hand appeared behind Pac-Man, causing the yellow man to shriek and hide behind Mario. "Oh man, that was perhaps the greatest reaction I've ever seen from you, wish I had a camera to videotape it!"
"Master Hand, please don't scare me like that ever again, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" Hard to believe Pac-Man would have a heart, especially after taking into account that his body mostly comprises of his face. But he needs to have some organ to stay alive. "Can't you leave me and my man Mario at peace, we're trying to plan for the wedding!"
"Well you better plan accordingly. The wedding won't be for another ten months, so I expect some major progress!" Msater Hand vanished, returning to who-knows-where to do who-knows-what...before coming right back. "Oh, and I want you and the rest of the brawlers inside the meeting room for a very important meeting; be there, or be squared! Whatever the heck that's supposed to mean." Master Hand finally vanished for good.
"Back to our checklist...do you have anyone in mind so far for who you would invite to the wedding? Luigi already went all out for his guest list, and knowing that you're the more popular brother, you'd probably invite more guests than usual."
"About the guest-a list...I'm-a still working on it," replied Mario. Ten months till the wedding, like Master Hand said; Mario has some time to put together the perfect guest list. "Once-a I'm finished, I'll show it to-a you."
Master Hand: At this meeting, I'm gonna knock the socks off of every single person that will be in attendance! Once I get the news out, they'll be all like, "No way Master Hand, you gotta be kidding!" and "Master Hand, you're the best, the greatest of all time!" and plenty of other reactions. I've been working far too long for what I've prepared for them, and if they don't accept it, there'll be some dire consequences...
Everyone in the mansion gathered in the meeting room, anticipating what Master Hand has in store for them. They may not see it, but Master Hand is feeling extremely excited about the news he's about to tell, although his excitement is actually visibly present by how he's shaking.
"Master Hand are you okay, do you have Parkinson's disease or something?" Rosalina asked the giant hand out of concern.
"No Parkinson's disease, just more excited than usual," responded Master Hand. The way he's shaking, it's almost reminsicent of Crazy Hand. Let's hope the shaking is only because of excitement, and not a sign of insanity. The brawlers can't have TWO Crazy Hands roaming about, one is plainly enough!
"...So will you tell us the news or not?" asked an impatient Wolf, checking his watch like he has something important to do. "We've been waiting for a good while, you know, we all have things we need to accomplish!"
"Fine then, I'll tell you the news already! You people suck so much sometimes...drumroll please!" Nothing happened. "I said, drumroll please!" Still nothing happened. Master Hand let out a heavy sigh. "Well since you people want to be boring, I'll just tell you the news...we're going...to Rio!"
Master Hand's announcement led to a whole bunch of chatter and questioning among the residents. How are they getting to Rio, and why does Master Hand want to go there all of a sudden? Olympics will be over on Sunday!
"Aw sweet, I finally get the chance to attend the actual Olympic Games, instead of competing against losers in some silly video game franchise!" cheered Sonic; Mario, Luigi, Peach, Bowser, Bowser Jr., Wendy, Larry, Rosalina, Wario, Toad, Yoshi, Donkey Kong, Diddy Kong, Tails, and Knuckles all gave the blue hedgehog glares, to which he was completely oblivious to.
"Master Hand, don't you think heading down to Rio this late would be a bad idea?" asked Palutena. "The Olympics is almost over, all the events are coming to a close, so going there would be a waste..."
"Palutena why must you insist on being such a party pooper?!" growled Master Hand. Why can't the brawler just accept Master Hand's maniacal ways? You'd figured they get used to it now... "This is the absolute perfect time to attend the Olympics - all the preliminary stuff is over with, meaning that we'll have time to watch the championship games! Nobody wants to watch the stuff leading up to it! We're all going, whether you like it or not!"
Iggy: Honestly I don't mind the preliminary matches going on in Olympic sports, it's great to see some of the lesser teams compete for glory. Isn't that what For Glory mode in Super Smash Bros 4 is all about?
Viridi: Master Hand can try as hard as he want, but he won't take me to Rio. Think of all the humans that will be there, it will be a human cesspool! *shudders in fear*
"Mega Man is the teleportation device ready?" Master Hand asked Mega Man, who was tinkering with a remote control.
"The one you practically forced me to build?" responded Mega Man; Master Hand is clearly adamant on taking the brawlers to Rio. "I'm almost done, gotta put the finishing touches on this remote." After screwing a few screws in, the remote was finished. "Okay, we're all set to go!"
"Hold up for a second, Mega Man, I must ask this one important question before we set off for Rio - other than purses and whatnot, does anyone need to bring their belongings along for the trip?" After Master Hand asked this question, several people quickly raised their hands... "Nope, didn't think so, why did I bother asking!" ...and those hands went down real quick. "Someone go fetch Luigi and Daisy, we can't leave them behind!"
Through Mega Man's teleportation device, Master Hand and the Smash Mansion residents, along with Luigi and Daisy, arrived at Rio de Janeiro, and after everyone settled in, Pit had this to say to the Brazilian crowd:
"What up my Jamaican people!" the angel shouted out loud; probably saw the green and yellow colors about and assumed he was in Jamaica. Understandably, the Brazilian civilians looked confused, wondering how Pit got their beloved country of Brazil mixed up with Jamaica. "Is it because of my clothes? I got a green toga, in case you guys may be wondering!"
"Pit we haven't been here for almost half a minute, and you already gave us a bad look!" frowned Viridi. It takes a whole lot of perseverance on the goddess of nature's part to deal with an idiot like Pit on a daily basis. Surprising to see she hasn't tore her hair out yet.
"Let's walk away from Pit and pretend that we don't know him," suggested X, walking away; Viridi and the others did the same, and soon Pit was the sole resident, all by himself. It took him forever to realize that everyone deserted him.
"C'mon you guys, you don't have to leave me!" Pit called out to the residents, who were walking together in groups. "Jamaica isn't that bad of a place, I can be somewhat tolerable!"
"Yo, Pit, what's up my man!" Rayman, seemingly popping out of nowhere, encountered the angel, giving him some dap. "Your folks left ya out here in the dust, huh? Even your girlfriend pulled a Houdini on you..."
Rayman: First Olympics I've attended, and it's an absolute blast! My home country France has been doing well so far in the Olympics, and the weather has been on point! Only thing that would make the experience better is if Barbara (brought her and Globox along for the ride) could go JUST ONE SECOND without battering someone with her battle axe. Now she's being held by police, and I have to wait for Globox to finish using the restroom just so we can bail her out...
"Hey Rayman, didn't expect seeing you here," said Pit. "Looks like your girlfriend pulled a Houdini on you as well!" Rayman looked and felt insulted by Pit's remark, for he has never gave any thought about liking Barbara (though it wouldn't hurt to try).
"No, no, no, Barbara and I are not girlfriend and boyfriend, we're not dating or anything of the like," clarified Rayman. "Barbara's been restrained by police for her actions, and Globox and I are working together to bail Barbara out. Waiting for Globox to finish using the restroom, it's been hours man, I'm telling you..."
"Why have to wait on Globox...when you got me?" Pit held his arms out wide, in an attempt to make a convincing offer to Rayman. The limbless hero valued his options - would it be wiser to wait on Globox, or work with Pit and have to endure the angel's stupidity? Rayman can't bother to wait any longer, so he'll take what he gets...
"You know what, Globox always takes forever to use the restroom, betcha there's still a long line as of right now! The two of us shall work together to free Barbara from the crutches of the police, and we shall be successful! Just one thing - don't do anything overly silly or embarrassing, I'm building a reputation here and I don't want you to tarnish it..." Pit happily saluted his partner-in-crime, anticipating the moment he gets to teach those Jamaican police guards a lesson.
Captain Falcon and Proto Man (against his will) were huddled together in the Olympic Village, inside the hotel. The two managed to sneak inside said hotel without being detected, and they did so for one purpose...
"Today is the day in which I'm gonna ask out a hot Olympian and put my romantic woes to an end!" Captain Falcon confidently said to Proto Man, who scoffed at the racer's ambition. Falcon can't even look at any of the female brawlers for ten seconds without warranting a complaint, what possibly makes him think he can ask out a female Olympian? "We'll just wait here until a smoking hot babe comes out of one of those doors..."
"Um, Captain Falcon, don't mean to rain on your parade...but are we on the wrong floor?" asked Proto Man, as he saw two basketball players - one dark-skinned, the other light-skinned - walking towards them, both conversing with one another. "This doesn't seem like the women's dorm..." We'll call the dark-skinned player Wayne, and his light-skinned teammate will go by Alexander, or Alex for short.
"Hey bro, you and your friend lost?" Wayne stopped and asked Captain Falcon this very question; Falcon flashed a confident smile, assuring Wayne and Alex that there was nothing wrong. "Also, how did you even get in here past the police?"
"No worries fellas, we aren't lost - we're the new janitors!" exclaimed the racer; Proto Man just had to facepalm and shake his head in dismay, what a poor answer on Captain Falcon's part. "We're looking for our new boss, wherever he may be!"
Captain Falcon: When you're snooping about in unwanted places, what is the first thing you say when people ask about your motives or whereabouts? Just tell them that you're a janitor, or someone looking for a job as a janitor, and they'll won't see you through! Everyone knows nobody cares about janitors, and that's what makes the whole trick even better!
Proto Man: Also makes the "trick" even worse, now you've gotten us in hot water...
Captain Falcon: Our janitor facade will last until I find that hot woman, so we have nothing to worry about!
Proto Man: So that means we'll be janitors forever...seems legit.
"Well, um, uh, we hope you enjoy your time here...and your new jobs," said Wayne, not knowing how to continue the conversation. It's not easy holding a conversation with a janitor, especially when they're working away on their job.
"Yeah man, we'll be seeing you around and all," added Alex, not knowing what to say either. Captain Falcon and Proto Man left the vicinity, and once they had left, Wayne grabbed Alex and quickly rushed inside a nearby closet.
"Bruh did you see that, that was Captain Falcon and Proto Man, two video game heroes!" an overly excited Wayne said to Alex. Proto Man isn't really a pure hero - he's more of an anti-hero - but still a hero regardless. "Freaking video game characters are in Rio of all places!"
"How can you be so sure it's them, they might be some nerds dressed up as their video game icons," assumed Alex. He has a valid point - there's no denying the abundance of weirdos attending the Olympics. "Do you find it fishy one bit that they're posing as 'janitors'?"
"Maybe they're trying to keep a low profile, who knows. But I know it's them, and we're gonna get their autograph! Gotta go tell the fellas on the cruise ship first..."
The foursome of Yoshi, Ashley, Toad, and Pac-Man went about through Rio, spreading awareness about their knitting club by wearing "#KnittingClub" t-shirts. Pac-Man was against doing this, not only because he deliberately despises the knitting club and everything in it, but also because he's supposed to be assisting Mario with the wedding checklist. But Mario is working on the guest list, so Pac-Man believes he won't be doing any assisting unless needed. One of the individuals the knitting club approached was a Olympic track-and-field runner by the name of St. Leo, whom we'll just call Leo. This particular fellow was drinking a bottle of Gatorade when the knitting club members (sans Pac-Man) were harassing him.
"Our knitting club is one of the best clubs in the world!" promoted Yoshi. Nothing but blatant lies, lies Pinocchio would be proud of. "Care to join us as an honorary member?"
"Honorary knitting club member?" Leo stroked his chin, musing other the offer. "Stay right here, let me think about this..." The knitting club stood where they were as Leo walked away...and when the coast was clear and the club members were from a faraway distance, the Olympic runner ran away as fast as he could, running faster than a cheetah, jaguar, or any other animal you can think of that runs fast.
Leo: Eh, what's the point of being an honorary member of some knitting club, I already have high honors in the Order of Jamaica...but I will admit, those knitting club shirts looked awfully nice.
While his fellow knitting club members waited around, waiting for Leo to come back to give him an answer, Pac-Man sneaked away, searching for Mario. He would eventually find the plumber sitting at an outdoor restaurant table with Peach, bonding with his girlfriend...or should we say, fiance.
"This Brazilian cuisine is so delicious!" gleamed Peach, taking a bite of some Bobo de Camaro. For those of you who don't know (admit it, it's your first time hearing about this dish) Bobo de Camaro is a Brazilian dish consisting of shrimp in a puree, mixed with coconut milk. Feel free to Google it if you like, you're probably tempted to do so. "How is your dish, Mario?"
"My moqueca is just-a splendid!" exclaimed Mario; the moqueca is a fish stew containing onions, tomatoes, coconut milk, garlic, and palm oil. You learn something new every single day. "I could-a eat this thing all-a day long, just imagine-a if I had a life-a time's supply of this stuff!"
"Your poor stomach may not handle a lifetime's supply," Peach giggled, and Mario giggled as well, and deep down he knows it's true - his stomach can't even handle refried beans, or any other food product that remotely has to do with Latin American culture.
"Sorry to disturb you both," Pac-Man appeared, standing near the table were Mario and Peach were sitting at. "Mario, may I speak with you for a quick second, it won't take long, I promise!" Mario got up from his seat, and followed Pac-Man to the back of the restaurant. "So did you work on the guest list for the wedding?"
"Not-a quite, though I have some-a guests in mind," responded Mario. "It's still a work-a in progress, once I get some time-a with myself, I'll finalize-a the list."
Watching Mario and Pac-Man from afar, was Wayne and Alex, who were making their way back to the cruise ship when they saw the two iconic video game characters discussing the wedding plans with one another. Two icons, speaking with one another in Rio, who would have guessed.
"Bruh do you see that, are you seeing this?!" Wayne pointed at Mario and Pac-Man, obviously in complete awe. Though the same can't quite be said for Alex. "Mario and Pac-Man are in Rio! You can't make this stuff up!"
"Who knows man, it could be an abnormally short man wearing a Mario costume, and Pac-Man could be..." Alex trailed off, struggling to come up with something to counter Wayne's suspicions. "Yeah you're right, that's definitely Mario and Pac-Man, had no idea there were video game characters attending the Olympics!"
Peach: Mario has been gone longer than I expected, and his moqueca is getting cold... *looks around, grabs her spoon and takes multiple bites of Mario's moqueca*
"We oughta alert our teammates soon!" Wayne said as he and Alex quickly headed off to the cruise ship they're staying on.
"Listen up team, and listen good - the team we're playing tomorrow, they're pretty tough," the basketball coach (we'll just call him Coach, for convenience) spoke with his team in the cruise ship they were staying in, giving them a pep talk. "Spain is absolutely no pushover, they have some great players like Saez, Stajovic, and Vives, all of whom you have faced before in the NBA. If we can stick to the plan, we'll be able to defeat Spain, and advance to the gold medal match and win that gold!...By the way, where on earth are Wayne and Alex, I hope they aren't snooping around the Olympic Park again!"
"We're right here Coach, we wouldn't miss this meeting for anything else," Alex entered the room where Coach and the basketball players met, along with Wayne; betcha neither one of them even knew about the meeting. Either that, or they simply forgot. "Wayne and I just saw something cool in town."
"Well this 'cool' thing you speak of will have to wait, we must finish this meeting! We've already suffered one too many close wins, and we're not gonna come out victorious with another one!"
"Um, excuse me Coach, but how did we 'suffer' from close wins?" asked one of the players, named Andrew. His response made Coach's face turn red with fury, and he's a coach known for getting angry. "What matters the most is that we came away with a victory. And besides, our last win was a routing of Argentina..."
"What matters the most is that we achieve a dominant win on Friday, and walk away with the gold around her necks! We won't settle for anything less!" Coach began to cool down after his brief meltdown, as the color of his face went from red to normal.
"...Anyways, on a different note, Alex and I saw Mario and Pac-Man in person behind a Brazilian restaurant," Wayne told his teammates, who suddenly felt intrigued. "We also saw more video game characters as we made our way to this ship."
"Video game characters, here in Rio?" one of the basketball players, Darnell, spoke up. "Man you gotta show us! Let's go see for ourselves!"
So Wayne and Alex led their teammates out of the cruise ship to show them that they weren't crazy, leaving Coach behind with a blank expression, wondering what the team's priorities were.
Fox: My race with Sonic has been relocated - instead of racing around the mansion, we've opted to race around the Carioca Arena 1, the arena where Olympic basketball takes place. It's much more bigger in terms of size and perimeter, but I'm always up for a great challenge! And besides, Sonic has to restrain how fast he runs - he can't leave Rio ablaze in flames, if ya know what I mean - so winning this race may not be so hard...
To get ready for his race with Sonic, Fox decided to run against Link. Racing against the Hylian may seem more easier than it sounds, but that man Link sure can run, if Skyward Sword is any indication. (Though that's the Skyward Sword Link, not the Twilight Princess Link. Huge difference.) An Argentinian basketball player named Emmanuel offered to keep time, and there was a radar speed sign at the end of the street Link and Fox will be racing on that will determine the two racers' speed. Falco, Zelda, Aerith, and a few of Emmanuel's Argentinian basketball players served as spectators.
"Here are the rules: the first to reach the end of the street and pass the radar speed sign wins," Emmanuel explained the rules. "No jabs to the groin, home for dinner...not sure what that means, or where it came from, or why that even came out of my mouth, but just adhere to that rule, just for both of your own's sake."
"You're going down Link, be prepared to hold that L for a long time buddy..." Fox taunted his opponent, evincing his arrogant side. When it comes to competition, Fox becomes as competitive as he can possibly get.
"I believe it'll be you who'll be holding the L..." retorted Link, before looking to his right and seeing Cloud on a motorcycle, nodding to him; Cloud nodded right back. No, this isn't the signature motorcycle Cloud rides on - the blonde swordsman just happened to borrow this set of wheels from a kind Brazilian. You'll see why Cloud is riding this motorcycle in the first place.
"On your mark..." Emmanuel said as Link and Fox got into position... "...get set..." ...and lifted their feet in the air... "...GO!" ...and took off, running to the end of the street. Cloud started the motorcycle the moment Link took off running, and drove alongside the Hylian to the finish line. In an upset victory, Link defeated Fox in the closely contested race, but it was the speed on the radar speed sign that was all the more surprising.
"A rate of 25 miles per hour?!" one of the Argentinian players, Alberto, exclaimed after reading the number on the speed sign. "How is that possible, especially for one that's relatively lanky?" Keep in mind that Cloud passed the radar speed sign a split second before Link did, so the sign registered the speed of the motorcycle Cloud rode on rather than Link's speed.
Cloud: The motorcycle I got from the Brazilian dude was awfully nice, nicer than the teenagers attempting to jump me and take my money - good thing I didn't bring any cash with me, like I would need it for anything. What I'm trying to do, is detorioate Fox's confidence by having Link "beat" him in a race, so that he won't have to waste his time racing against Sonic. Don't worry, I'm thinking of a plan to execute on Sonic as well...
"I lost to YOU of all people?!" Fox angrily pointed at Link, in utter disbelief. "I lost to a scrawny Hylian?! That race was rigged, somebody give Link a drug test!"
"Let's not blow things out of proportion Fox, Link won, fair and square," stated Aerith. "It was a fair game, just like you wanted it to be." Imagine if Sonic was here, he would have called out Aerith for being a socialist, since the hedgehog apparently ties fairness with socialism. Who knows where his political views/affiliations lie...
Watching from a far distance was the United States basketball players, marveling at the sight of Fox, Cloud, and Link. They were especially marveling at Aerith, whom they were surprised to see alive.
"See, told you we weren't seeing things!" Wayne said to his teammates, all of whom were in complete awe. To some, it was a dream come true.
"I don't know man, I know a good Legend of Zelda or Final Fantasy cosplayer whenever I see one..." said Alex; bet he doesn't have anything to say about Fox or Falco. Regardless, his response earned him an aggressive nudge from Wayne.
"Those brawlers you see before you aren't for show, you know," Master Hand appeared behind the basketball players, catching them off guard. None of them were scared or anything like that, they were just in awe. "They're here to witness the greatest athletes in the world, such as yourselves! Normally I would have scared the pants out of you all, but knowing that you all have reputations and people may be watching, I decided against doing that. Hope you all enjoy the rest of what Rio has to offer!"
And with that, Master Hand disappeared, leaving the basketball players starstruck. When the giant hand said the word "brawlers", the players immediately thought of gaming icons, like Sonic, Samus, Snake, Pikachu, Kirby, and even the Duck Hunt Dog. This led Wayne to belt out the following:
"We gotta get all of the brawlers' autographs!" he shouted out at the top of his lungs. "Most of the time, it's always been us that signs autographs for others - now we're gonna return the favor this time around! Who's with me?"
"Woah man, wait just a second," one of the players spoke up, a Hispanic player whom we'll call Kyam (technically he's mixed with African American, but we'll consider him Hispanic now, just for the time being). "Why should we go around in Rio asking autographs from guys who probably don't even know us, when we can just practice for the game tomorrow? Coach is probably waiting for us to come back..."
"Don't worry, we're gonna practice...right after we get those autographs." They are seriously gonna regret this, just you wait and see... "Let's split up!"
Samus and Lloyd Irving were inside a stadium, watching a table tennis match in progress. Samus had opted to relax on the Brazilian beach instead, but Master Hand forced her to attend this table tennis match to make her more of a people person...he's been trying to make Samus like this for some time now.
Samus: My time on the beach was going JUST fine...no perverts like Wario and Captain Falcon to bother me, the sun shining on my face, and the atmosphere, it was...it was perfect, to be honest. Then Master Hand had to ruin things, and appeared behind me without warning like he loves to do, and forced me to attend some crappy table tennis match with Lloyd. Please tell me I don't have to serve as Lloyd's chaperone; I know he's not the sharpest tool in the shed but he's fine by himself...sometimes.
"So who's your favorite summer Olympian?" Lloyd asked Samus, attempting to spark a conversation. "Huh, Samus, huh, who's your favorite?" The swordsman may not have reached Chester the Terrier level yet, but he's already making Samus feel like Spike the Bulldog. "Mine is Lindsay Vonn, she's awesome!"
"Lindsay Vonn is a skier," Samus apathetically corrected Lloyd, her chin resting on her hand. "Not to mention that she never even..."
"Vonn is a water skier?! Man, and this whole time I thought she was a gymnast! The more you know, am I right?" Samus opted not to answer - she just buried her face in her hands, waiting for Prince Charming to save her from the bundle of annoyance sitting next to her.
"I take it that you're Samus Aran?" a voice asked the bounty hunter. Samus looked up, and to her left, and instead of Prince Charming, she got Bryce, one of the dudes from the basketball team. He's no Prince Charming, but for Samus, he'll do.
"Here to take me away from this wretched place?" asked Samus. "I can't stand this match anymore, I wanna go back inside..."
"I can take you to one of the beaches..." Bryce dug into his pockets... "...if you can sign me an autograph..." ...and pulled out a slip of paper and a pen. Samus looked at the materials, and then at Bryce, wondering if this was some sort of joke. Bryce breathed heavily, for he knew whom he was going up against - one bad move, and Samus will likely put poor Bryce in a nearby hospital.
"Thanks, but no thanks, I'm not signing a thing. But I seriously appreciate the effort." Bryce held his head down, and walked away, hoping to get an autograph from another Nintendo character.
The Inklings were hanging out in the Brazilian streets, playing a game of soccer with a few Brazilian kids. The male Inkling led one team, and the female Inkling led the other. These do were doing their best to channel their inner Neymar, a Brazilian soccer sports hero who chooses to only go by his first name. Because using your first name and last name has become way too mainstream, if Fox and Falco have anything to say about that. The game would be eventually put on hold, when one of the American basketball players, Jim, stepped through in the middle of the action to speak with the Inklings.
"Look, I understand of neither of you don't know me or have never seen me, but hear me out just this once," began Jim. "Name's Jim; you two are both from that shooter game, Splatoon, and I have to say, I'm a HUGE fan of that game. Very popular game in the United States..."
Male Inkling: Splatoon is a popular game in America?! Why didn't anyone tell me this?!
Female Inkling: I've been telling you that for the longest now...did you not see the fan art of us on Google? The American fans have some wicked, imaginative minds...and they try to say the same thing about the Japanese people...
"With that being said..." Jim took out a piece of paper and a pen. "Would you mind signing me some autographs. Know it's kinda weird for a grown man like myself to ask you kids for autographs, but..." Jim was suddenly cut off when the Brazilian kids flanked the star basketball player, happy and jovial that an Olympian athlete was in their presence. "Woah, woah, back up for a second, lemme get those kids' autographs and then I sign y'all some!" Jim tried to distance himself from the crazy Brazilian kids, but they kept following him. "I'll be returning to you two soon!" Jim called out to the Inklings as the horde of Brazilian kids seemingly carried him away.
"Who in the heck was that guy?" the male Inkling asked his female counterpart, who shrugged at the question. "Gotta admit, his hair looks kinda funny to me..."
Fresh off of an Olympic gymnastics performance which consisted of earning a gold medal and two silver medals, the female gymnast whom we shall call Rose strolled through the streets of Rio, possibly playing Pokemon Go on her phone like most people do nowadays when out of nowhere, Captain Falcon jumped out of nowhere, giving Rose a slight fright.
"Hey there, good lookin', you wanna be my girlfriend?" the race car driver asked Rose, who felt more concerned for her well-being in Rio than anything. Resident thugs, purse snatchers, heck, even the Zika virus - none of those deter the fearless gymnast. But nothing strikes fear in you more than a grown man in a racing suit and helmet popping out of nowhere and wanting you to be your girlfriend. The stuff of nightmares.
"Um, not sure if you knew this, but...I'm only twenty two," stated Rose, looking around for someone, preferably one of her gymnast teammates, to save her. But no one was there, and that only raised the nightmare fuel to exceeding amounts.
"Good, I like 'em young, like R. Kelly!" Captain Falcon rubbed his hands in a creepy manner, thereby making Rose even more nervous. "Once these Olympics are officially over, you're all mine..." The racer walked towards Rose, who slowly backed away, until Proto Man saved the day, running out of the bushes that Falcon instructed him to stay behind until further notice and restricting Falcon's movement.
"Quit it, Captain Falcon, she's well beyond your league!" Proto Man told the racer as he dragged him away from Rose. "Why can't you just put this whole finding a girlfriend thing to rest once and for all?"
Proto Man: Captain Falcon told me that we're not leaving Brazil at all, unless he can find an Olympian, Brazilian woman, tourist, or whatever, who can be a suitable girlfriend. Going by that logic, we might as well become full-fledged Brazil citizens...
"Save yourself before it's too late!" Proto Man yelled to Rose, dragging Captain Falcon away with the racer fighting back with all his might. Rose did as she was told, running away from Captain Falcon, until there was an open space. She arrived in a town square, and saw a particular hedgehog doing some laps around a fountain.
"Sonic the Hedgehog?" Rose scrutinized the hedgehog, who immediately came to a halt when his name was called "Is that really you?"
"That's right, the one and only!" Sonic flashed a confident smile, pointing to himself. "My pals and I came to Rio, for reasons unknown, and here I'm gonna do a race, around the Karaoke Arena 1, against that dastardly Fox McCloud!" A race that will likely go in Sonic's favor, considering how wickedly fast he is.
"It's the Carioca Arena 1. And why would you want to race against someone else, you're fast enough as it is! Don't you want a fair competition?" The word "fair" unnerved Sonic, to the point where he shook his head in disapproval at Rose.
"Too many dang socialists these days...thanks a lot, Bernie Sanders." What on earth does Sanders have to do with this? "Now if you excuse me, I must carry on with my training!" Sonic went back to running around the fountain, and Rose walked away - only to be stopped in her tracks by Red the Pokemon Trainer, with his cap tilted.
"Finally I have found a worth opponent..." the Pokemon trainer said, trying to sound cool although we all know he's far from it. "You must challenge me...to a Pokemon duel!" Red threw a Pokeball at Rose, who caught it with her hands and inspected it.
"For the record, the only Pokemon-related game I've played was Pokemon Go, so I'm not sure how well I'll do..." Rose told Red, but that didn't concern the Pokemon trainer one bit.
Rose: Yeah, so what if I play Pokemon Go? At least I have played some form of Pokemon - not that many people can claim that.
"I do not wish to be a part of your little Pokemon duel, or battle, or whatever, I just wanna spend the rest of my time in Rio without any interruption or distractions," Rose kindly said to Red. So far she came across a perverted racer, an iconic video game hedgehog, and a somewhat persistent Pokemon trainer - what a day it has been for her. "Why don't you just leave me at peace..."
"No I demand a Pokemon battle, right here, right now!" growled Red, frightening Rose. The famed gymnast ran away from Red, who proceeded to chase her down.
"Wonder if there's any smoking hot Brazilian babes in town," Jacky wondered as he strolled with Cloud through the streets of Rio. Cloud would have hanged out with Link, but Zelda forced the Hylian to go shopping with him, a fate no boyfriend wants to endure. As for Aerith, she's checking out the flower shops in Rio, and Cloud has no time to be looking at flowers. "There's gotta be at least one of 'em!"
"Says the guy who's still single - keep that up and you'll become Captain Falcon 2.0!" joked Cloud, only to be brushed to the side by Jacky. Being called Captain Falcon 2.0 is what no single man wants to be called, ever.
"What, just because you already got yourself a woman in Aerith, you can pick on my martial status? Get out of here with that man..."
Cloud and Jacky came to a sudden stop when they saw Tails seated on the ground, leaning against a building, next to Kyam, also seated, who is Hispanic (Hispanic, African-American, go ahead and pick your poison). Why is Tails speaking with an Olympic basketball player of all people? Wanting to find out for themselves, Cloud and Jacky headed over to eavesdrop on the conversation.
"Why Sonic is so adamant on doing this race is beyond my level of thinking," Tails spoke with Kyam about his best friend. "He's knows he's fast - heck, he could even beat Usain Bolt at his own game! When will he ever understand..."
Tails: To prepare himself for his race with Fox, Sonic decided to run every single inch of Rio, so he'll be "well-conditioned" to win the race. I've tried telling him that he has the race already won due to his speed, but then he claimed that the race will "remind everyone of his ultimate glory". How more arrogant can he possibly get?
"Hey man, I feel ya, I understand where you're coming from," Kyam offered his take. "You know, being the oldest player on my team, I have to put up with some of my younger teammates antics - like having to endure them singing 'A Thousand Miles' while riding in a plane." Kyam shook his head when he said this, clearly he has bad memories of that very moment. "But I've grown to adjust to their...mannerisms, and you should do the same with Sonic. He may be a pain in the butt sometimes, but with patience, you'll be able to tolerate him. Guess I'll be chilling with you until my teammates are finished with their autograph excursion..."
"What seems to be the problem?" asked Cloud, choosing the right time to step in. "I take it Sonic is driving you insane?"
"Not this time, he's just being a lot more hard-headed than usual," replied Tails. "He's serious about his race with Fox, and he's been doing unnecessary practice to get himself ready. I tried to dissuade him from racing, but nothing seems to work..."
"And he's racing throughout Rio in its entirety," added Kyam. "Who knows where he's at now..." Sonic is probably running about in the beach, giving the tourists and beach-goers a hard time.
"So I see..." Cloud stroked his chin, devising of a plan to keep Sonic in check. "I may have a plan, and you just might be the guy to carry it out...wait a second, aren't you on the United States basketball team? Shouldn't you be practicing with your team or something?"
"Well we were supposed to...but the moment they saw video game characters like yourself roaming about, they wanted to get y'all autographs for keepsakes. Surprised they haven't hounded you yet for one."
"No wonder a few of your teammates were harassing Doc Louis at that Brazilian store..." That store must specialize in chocolate of some sort. "Perhaps we can use them as a part of my plan..."
"FORE!" Ike, with Rosalina as his teammate, served the volleyball past the net, in a contested game of volley on the Rio beaches. The volleyball zoomed past Snake and Palutena, who couldn't reach the volleyball in time. The ball landed in the ocean, where someone will have the dubious task of retrieving it.
"Ike, we're not playing golf, this is freaking volleyball!" Snake frowned at Ike as Palutena went to go fetch the volleyball from the water. "Nobody in their right mind would shout 'FORE' before serving a volleyball!"
Ike: What's so wrong with shouting "FORE" before serving a volleyball? Excuse me for being an innovator.
"And nobody told your old geezer behind to even be playing volleyball," retorted Ike, angering Snake. The former FOXHOUND agent took great offense to Ike's comment, as he chased him throughout the beach. Palutena returned from the ocean, and watched the chase happen.
"Typical men, always fighting..." Palutena shook her head in disapproval. She was suddenly caught off guard when Rose came running by, running away from Red. Only way this chase will end is when Rose decides to challenge Red to a Pokemon battle.
"One match will do, just one match!" Red would say as he chased Rose down. Rose was too fast for the Pokemon trainer - never doubt a gymnast's speed.
"Stay away from me, you creep!" Rose yelled at Red, but the Pokemon trainer didn't do so. Either he can't follow simple directions, or he's very, very persistent.
Pit and Rayman were at a Brazilian police office, attempting to get inside through a bunch of police guards. They were playing some Brazilian style music, hoping it would appease the guards, but the guards didn't move an inch, nor did they smile.
"We'll give you one last chance to leave the premises," one of the police guards warned Pit and Rayman. "If you annoy us any longer, then we'll have to remove you both by force."
"What, you can't appreciate some good ol' Brazilian music?" enticed Rayman. It would have been better had him and Pit played better; the way they're playing would make senior citizens at a retirement home scowl and cringe with fury. "We're just trying to embrace this country's wonderful culture!"
Pit: Every trick we had in our playbook, we've used on the police guards, and they still won't budge. Everything we thrown at them - extravagant beatboxing, offering them candy, even faking our own deaths - the guards refused to let us pass. We're not throwing in the towel just yet...
Pit's and Rayman's fortunes would be turned around (or so it would seem like) when a famed Olympic swimmer appeared, wearing five gold medals around his neck, wanting to see what the issue was. We shall dub him...Fred.
"Hey fellas, what seems to be the problem?" Fred asked the police guards, before taking note of Pit and Rayman. "These two providing with you with some fine entertainment? Honestly there's nothing wrong with that..."
"These bozos here are trying to get inside through the police office just so they could save their friend," explained one of the police guards, referring to Barbara as their friend. Let's hope the barbarian princess/adventurer hasn't broke free from her detainment and went full ham inside the office, that would be quite the debacle. "Ain't no way are we're letting them inside."
"I think they don't mean any harm, they both look like genuine dudes. You should definitely let them inside, provided they don't cause any trouble."
"Oh yeah, well why should we?" All Fred had to do was to flash his gold medals to the police guards to swoon him over to his side. The allure of the medals was too much for the police guards to deny. "Oh, sorry for holding these two up, we'll just go on our merry way!" The police guard and his pals walked away from entrance, granting Pit and Rayman access to the police office.
"Wow man, you're awesome, thanks!" Pit thanked Fred, who flashed a smile. Fred is a hero to some, and now he's a hero to Pit and Rayman (well, sort of, but a hero regardless).
"Eh, I was just doing my job." Doing Pit and Rayman a huge solid may not be a thing for Fred to add to his resume, but he certainly did the right thing.
After a brief moment of introductions, Pit and Rayman ventured through the police office with Fred tagging along. Fred would tell anyone questioning Pit and Rayman that they're looking for a dear friend, and that he's been instructed to serve as their "bodyguard". You won't believe how many people fell for that.
"Hey I can see Barbara, she's over in that jail cell!" Rayman pointed at Barbara, who was inside a miniature cell with prison bars. Her frantic behavior must have placed her inside. "Barbara, we are here to save you!" At the very sight of Rayman, Barbara got all excited - excited to the point where she went full-blown crazy.
"Your girlfriend sure seems like a crazy one," Fred smiled at Rayman, who just stood there with a blank expression on his face.
"She is not my...you know what...just...just forget about it." No point in trying to tell the truth to Fred, it might take longer than expected.
Rayman: When will people ever understand, Barbara is NOT my girlfriend! In fact, she's the girlfriend...of The Magician!...Why are you people laughing, Teensies can love too!
"Stand back you guys, I got this!" Pit walked up to the prison bars, exuberating more confidence than he should. He struck the bars with Palutena's Bow, but that did no good. Then he used an Upperdash Arm on the bars, but that didn't work as well. "Nothing seems to work on these dumb bars..."
"Let me try," Fred walked up to the bars...and grabbed them and took them out of their place, like a boss. "Consider yourself welcome!" Fred sported a grin for Pit, who looked exasperated. The angel's weaponry couldn't do the trick, but Fred just grabbed the bars like it was nothing. What is the meaning of all this madness?
"Freedom! Freedom at last!" Barbara broke through the opening provided by Fred, running out of the cell frantically. She crashed into Rayman, knocking him to the ground. "You saved me! My hero!" She gave the limbless hero a super tight hug, squeezing him real tight.
"But they're not boyfriend and girlfriend, am I right?" Fred looked over to Pit, who stroke his chin as he watched Barbara hug Rayman.
"You know it if Rayman's in denial," was the angel's response. Does this remind you of anything, anything at all?
"I can see the light, I can taste the freedom!" Barbara looked up, and saw the opening of the police office in sight. She got up and ran out of the office, likely to cause even more ruckus, something that Rayman possibly can't afford.
"Barbara, get back here you're gonna get yourself in trouble again!" Rayman called out to Barbara, but it was too late - the princess had already left.
While Peach, Daisy, and Zelda were trying on different clothes in a Brazilian shopping mall, the Rio Sul Shopping Center, their respective love interests Mario, Luigi, and Link waited outside the dressing rooms, waiting for their women to finish. Corrin was with these three men, and for reasons unknown.
"Why are you-a even here Corrin, you don't-a even have a girlfriend," Luigi said to the prince of Nohr, who shrugged in response. Not even he knows, how sad.
Corrin: Ever since Master Hand rudely cancelled my lovely lessons with Bowser, I've become but a little ship with a sail in the middle of a roaring sea, looking to find my footing. Bowser was my main man, he was the only person who accepted me for the very naive person that I am. Now I have to look for another partner-in-crime...I had a list of candidates, but I left it back at the mansion.
"Woah dude, you got dyed silver hair just like me?" a certain Olympic swimmer whom we'll call Steven approached Corrin, marveling at the prince's hair. "That hair of yours really fits you!" If only he knew that Corrin is actually an albino...
"Aren't you supposed to be in trouble for some robbery thing?" Link asked Steven when he recognized who he was. Steven looked around suspiciously before running off, never to be seen again.
"Well Link, how do I look?" Zelda asked as she came out of the dressing room, wearing a dress that was more casual and less royal. "Do you think I look nice in this casual dress?" Link, now finding himself in the infamous Boyfriend Trust Abyss, must take the politically correct route and give Zelda a positive answer, even though he hardly cares for what his girlfriend is wearing.
"Oh yeah, that is one fine-looking dress, you looking smoking hot in it!" Link using the term "smoking hot"?! That's something you would seldom hear coming out of the Hylian's mouth. Soon Peach and Daisy came out of their dressing rooms, showing their dresses to Mario and Luigi.
"Don't you think we look fabulous in our dresses?" Daisy asked Mario and Luigi. The famous twin brothers have now found themselves in the Boyfriend Trust Abyss; like Link, they have to keep it PC at all times, regardless of what opinion they have (if they ever had an opinion to begin with). Both brothers gave a thumbs up, optng not to say anything. "Aw, I just knew you would like them! You two have very great tastes in fashion!" Yeah, Daisy, believe what you wanna believe...
"You guys got a minute or two?" Cloud showed up, accompanied by Tails. "Have any of you seen any basketball players anywhere?" Mario and company glanced at each other before shaking their heads in response. "I want you to find them, and bring them over to Carioca Arena 1. Tails and I will explain everything there..."
Coach sat inside the cruise ship his team was staying in, feeling depressed. Rather than practicing for the next game, his players opted to accrue autographs from the brawlers that were in Rio. They seemingly forgot the main reason they came to Rio - to win the gold and make America proud.
"What's the point, they're never coming back..." Coach buried his face in his hands, giving up hope. "Might as well throw in the towel, and let Spain acquire the gold..."
Coach: We're playing Spain tomorrow in the semifinals, and Spain is deemed by many to be our biggest challenge to the gold. I refuse to settle for bronze, it is way below our standards...
Coach continued to hold his head down when a ball of paper was thrown at his head and landed on the floor. He picked up the ball and unraveled, and saw a note that read, "Liven up, have fun, enjoy yourself!" in big letters, with "Rio de Janiero, Brazil" underneath. Coach inspected this note carefully, wondering if his problems lied within this very note.
"I think I get it now, I fully understand..." he said. "I just need to take a load off, relax and have a jovial time! My straight-laced tactics must have hindered my team, and their autograph-seeking must be a way for them to let loose! Perhaps I should do the same!" Yeah Coach, that's the spirit, liven up a little! "My fun in Rio starts right now!" Coach marched out of the cruise ship, and once he departed...Yuffie and Greninja hopped out of their hiding spot.
"We did it, we drove him out!" Yuffie cheered, exchanging a high-five with Greninja. "Now everything will go according to plan..." Yuffie looked out through a window, and did an "OK" hand sign to someone. Who is she doing this hand sign to?
It was now on - Sonic and Fox stood at the front of the Carioaca Arena 1, ready for their race. Several spectators gathered to see this (possibly one-sided) race. Both competitors were staring each other down to intimidate the other, and it's hard to tell if it's working or not.
"Alright boys, this is for all the marbles," said Emmanuel, the officiator of the race. "First person to run around the arena and reach this point is the winner. Keep it clean, and keep it safe. You two ready?" Sonic and Fox both got into positions. "On your mark..." Sonic and Fox got into position... "...get set..." ...and lifted their feet in the air... "...GO!"
Fox took off, but Sonic took off even faster, running like he was Road Runner from Looney Tunes. By the time he reached the halfway point, the hedgehog felt he had the race won, until...
"Hey Sonic can I get an autograph?" a voice called out to Sonic. The hedgehog skidded to a halt, and saw Kyam waving to him, now flanked by his teammates Wayne, Alex, Darnell, Andrew, Bryce, Jim, and a few others. Cloud, Mario, Peach, Luigi, Daisy, Link, and Zelda were also present. "It'll be quick, just sign me and my bros some autographs and we'll let you carry on with your race!"
"Well I'm already far ahead, so a quick autograph signing session won't hurt," Sonic walked over to Kyam and company, signing autographs for the Olympic basketball players. It was taking longer than expected for the hedgehog, but he felt confident that he'll still win the race, given his abnormal speed. He might be in for a very rude awakening...
Cloud: Having just the United States basketball players keeping Sonic occupied simply won't do the trick, so we decided to go all out...
"Keep it coming folks, I got all the time I need!" Sonic said as he signed autographs in rapid speed. This cockiness will doom the hedgehog, just you wait and see.
"Yo, Sonic, huge fan of yours, love your games!" yet another Olympic basketball player, Jamal, said to Sonic. "Mind if I take a picture with you, for the memories?" Jamal took out his cellphone, and Sonic quickly obliged.
"Why not take a picture with all of you guys?" suggested Sonic, and the basketball players all nodded their heads in agreement. So Sonic posed with the players, with Peach taking the picture on Jamal's cellphone. Once the picture was taken, Peach handed the phone back to Jamal, who was all gleeful.
"Thanks man, you're the best!" Jamal placed his cellphone back in his pocket, just when Fox appeared, running past Sonic and company. He's now ahead of Sonic, but the hedgehog wasn't having that.
"I appreciate the autograph signing and the picture and all, but I gotta get back to my race!" Sonic was about to take off, until Leo - the Jamaican runner who was previously harassed by the knitting club - appeared, with a slew of Olympians behind him.
"Sonic the Hedgehog, it's a pleasure to see you!" Leo said to Sonic. Two of the fastest individuals on the planet, now face-to-face, who would have thunk? "Certainly you have room for more autographs, no?" Should Sonic keep the autograph session going, or win the race?
"Sure, why not, I already got the race in the bag," Sonic shrugged, and at once, the Olympains quickly hounded the hedgehog for an autograph or two. Definitely not what Sonic had in mind.
Meanwhile, Fox had just finished 3/4ths of the race, and is nearing the end. He could taste the sweetness of victory with his lips, he could hear the crowd cheering and chanting his name...but things would soon turn against his favor when Rose crashed into Fox, knocking him to the ground.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to knock you over," Rose apologized to Fox, slowly getting up. "Did I hurt you?" Rose saw that Fox was writhing on the ground in pain, grabbing his leg. Rose inspected the fox's leg, and Red showed up and saw what was going on, before awkwardly walk away, whistling to himself.
Red: For the record, I didn't cause Fox's injury to occur...it was that girl's fault for refusing to challenge me to a Pokemon battle. Wonder if that Brazilian soccer dude is available, it looks like a worthy opponent...
Rose continued to check on Fox's leg, while a few medics came over to lend a helping hand. This lasted for a pretty long time, and it gave Sonic the upper hand after his wonderfully long autograph session came to an end. He sped past Fox, jeering at him while blowing his tongue, and just when he was about to reach the finish line, he was suddenly tackled to the to the ground by Barbara, Rayman's presumed girlfriend.
"Tag, you're it!" the princess poked Sonic's forehead. The hedgehog tried to inch closer to the finish, but Barbara's weight was restricting his moment. Not to mention that she was also hugging his neck. "I'm not letting you go until you tag me back!"
"Get off of me woman, I'm trying to win a race here!" Sonic barked at Barbara, as he used his hand to move across the ground. Fox, seeing Sonic struggling, got up, and limped his way to the finish line, while Rose and the medics looked on in bewilderment. That's what you call putting the team on your back...if Fox ever had a team to begin with.
"Are you insane, you can't limp like that when we don't know how severe your leg injury is!" Rose yelled at Fox, but the Star Fox pilot limped away undeterred. He limped past a restrained Sonic, and limped his way to victory, until his body gave up on him and he collapsed on the ground. Just when Fox thought it was all over...
"You did, you won the race!" announced Emmanuel. Fox looked up, and saw that he had made it to the finish, where the race started. The crowd was cheering and whatnot, and Cloud and company, as well as the United States basketball team, came over to witness the euphoria that was going on. The basketball team was clearly delighted to see that Fox won, as they picked him up and lifted him on their shoulders.
"Bro you did it, you actually beat Sonic!" Falco came over to celebrate with Fox, acting like a crazed maniac. "Think of the bragging rights you have now!"
Meanwhile, Sonic was still pinned to the ground by Barbara, and Rose and the medics did their best to pry the princess off of the hedgehog, but to no avail. Rayman, Pit, and Fred showed up, and when he saw Barbara all over Sonic, Rayman grabbed her presumed girlfriend and successfully took her off of Sonic. Maybe Barbara only wanted Rayman to take her off? It's a thought worth taking into heavy consideration.
"Did I not warn you about attacking random people?" Rayman scolded Barbara. "You already got us banned from one of the Rio restaurants for doing that..."
Rayman: It's been almost an eternity, and Globox has yet to come out of the restroom. I just hope the man doesn't have explosive diarrhea...but I have yet to see an explosion of toxic fumes anywhere, so I guess not.
Sonic and company went to the front of the Carioca Arena 1 after hearing the wave of euphoria from where they were, and when they arrived, they saw Fox celebrating with his fellow brawlers, the Brazilian crowd, the men's basketball team, and a few other Olympians. This instantly gave Sonic the notion that Fox had won, and it made him feel pretty bitter.
"First I signed them all autographs, and now then wanna celebrate with Fox..." Sonic glared at the basketball team and the Olympians. "Bandwagon traitors..."
"What matters the most is that you and your opponent had a fair race, and that you both gave it your all," remarked Fred; Sonic was immediately turned off the moment Fred said the word "fair". He seriously hates that word for some reason...
"Who cares if Fox and I had a 'fair' race, I still lost! Your socialist mindset isn't helping my mood one bit..." Fred couldn't help but silently chuckle, trying to figure out how talking about fairness equates to socialism.
"You all enjoying your time in Rio, 'cause I sure am!" Coach encountered his basketball team, catching his players and everyone else off guard with a Hawaiian t-shirt and cargo pants. It's almost as if he's a different person. "Why are you all looking at me like that, is it because of my attire?"
"Um, Coach, weren't you supposed to be at the cruise ship?" one of the basketball players, Amir, spoke up. Coach's eyes widened with much worry...
The basketball team and Coach, along with Mario, Cloud, and Fred, arrived at the pier where the cruise ship is, and instantly their fears were realized - the cruise ship was moving! And you wouldn't believe who's on it...
"How did Yuffie get that ship to set sail?!" Cloud frowned when he saw Yuffie and Greninja on the bow of the ship, waving to those on the pier. And to add insult to injury, a majority of the brawlers were also on the ship!
"And I can-a see Master Hand with them!" Mario saw the giant hand through his hands, cuffed as binoculars. "Now I know he did-a not bring us here just-a so he could steal-a that cruise ship..." Apparently that was so, no wonder Master Hand was so eager about wanting to go to Rio...and now Mario and Cloud and the others are left behind.
"Bruh we can't let them get away with our cruise ship, that's where we stay at!" one of the basketball players, Hyland, panicked. "We gotta do something!"
"I'm on it..." Fred took off his clothes, revealing his swimming gear, and leaped into the water, swimming after the cruise ship that was moving slow in his favor. Will Fred reach the cruise ship in time? He just might, given how awesome of a swimmer he is.
After all, they don't call him the most decorated Olympian of all time for nothing...