Round 1

Megaman vs. Miss Trainer

"Greetings," Megaman stared unblinkingly after his tournament highlights played, "My designation is Megaman, my opponent is Miss Trainer."

"How do you feel about her?" asked Nikki.

"I have a primary objective. To proceed in the tournament. This means eliminating Miss Trainer."

"Anyone you're looking forward to fighting?"

"I have a secondary objective," Megaman continued, "To once again face, and best, Little Mac. According to calculations, eliminating him will be just as easy as it was last tournament."

Nikki sounded unusually flumuxed, stammering over "Oh…oh wow. Thank you for your time,"

"You are most welcome," Megaman said, standing up slowly, and marching out of frame.

Miss Trainer's pose hit next, along with a few tournament highlights.

"So Nikki, how are you enjoying the DVD I gave you?" she asked from the interview chair.

"Good! Even the most basic stretches really help me relax! So, how do you feel about Megaman?"
"Quite frankly I'm nervous to fight him," Miss Trainer admitted, rubbing the back of her neck bashfully. His fight with Ryu was one of the most intense I've ever seen. I hope I can find my zen, and measure up to that for the fans."

"Alright, thank you for your time."

"No problem! Your address is the same right, so I can send you the newest part of my DVD set right?"

Nikki nodded, "I've been at the same apartment since I graduated college,"

Miss Trainer cast a thumbs up as the camera was once again on 9-Volt and Cranky.

"Bah, yoga," Cranky scoffed, "The missus was way into it before she crossed over to the astral plane. Shows ya what good that junk does?"

"You…you know she's here right? Your wife?"

"Yeah, and she knows I think yoga sucks."

9-Volt sighed, "Futaba?"

"For once I agree with Cranky," announced Futaba, "Yoga is for nerds, Megaman all the way!"

"Oh God," 9-Volt groaned, "Can we throw down to entrances please. The boomer energy in here is palpable."

On cue, a metal medley of Megaman 2's music hit, the blue bomber walking single mindedly to the middle of the stage.

"Megaman chose the music he used for kicking everybody's butt when he got inducted to Smash last tournament. Good for him," said Cranky.

Traditional eastern music began to play as Miss Trainer jogged to the stage, wringing her hands the entire way.

"Huh? Is Miss Trainer seriously walking out to KK Oasis?"

"Apparently Miss Trainer's work helped KK sort out some muscle aches he was having, so he gave her the rights to the song."

"Buncha new age bologna if you ask me," Cranky grumbled.

Mills appeared between the two combatants.

"And now," Mills began, "The following contest is a Round 1 match in the Super Smash Bros Ultimate Tournament! The winner will face Little Mac in Round 2. Introducing first, standing to my left, he comes to us from the Megaman Universe. He is the Blue Bomber, he is MEGAMAN!"

Megaman stood, unmoving, not breaking eye contact with Miss Trainer.

"And, introducing in the corner to my right. She comes to us from the Wii Fit Universe. She is the Baddha Konasana Badass, she is MISS TRAINER!
"Um…stretch those thighs," she blurted to the cheers, then giggles of the crowd.

"Excuse me, Mister Frames," Megaman interjected without breaking his stare, "I have decided to defer to coin toss, as probability makes making a choice illogical."

"Alright, so the stage is the Wii Fit Studio. You all know the rules by now. 2-stock, items medium. Smashers, are you ready?"

Miss Trainer nodded, but Megaman stood unmoving. The normally even-keel woman felt her blood go cold as they both disappeared.

Stage: Wii Fit Studio

Rules: 2-stcok, items medium

Music: Core Luge

3

Megaman appeared first in a superhero landing pose as blue particles came forth to form him

2

Miss Trainer appeared with little fanfare, striking a tree pose.

1

"Target acquired," growled Megaman.

Again, Miss Trainer's blood ran cold.

GO!

Miss Trainer breathed deeply, harnessing the power of the sun. Unfortunately, in the time it had taken her to do so, Megaman was running, already in striking range..

"Activating Top Spin," Megaman narrated.

A gale force of wind surrounded the half cyborg as he spun, the wind stabbing at her in all directions as she was pushed backward, towards the Studio's easy to access Blast Zone. Before she could react, Megaman's vice grip of a hand was already around her throat.

"Activating Super Arm,"

Megaman tossed her effortlessly into the Blast Zone.

Megaman: 2

Miss Trainer: 1

"Holy smokes, is that the quickest KO we've had so far?" 9-Volt bellowed to the gasps of Smash Stadium

"At least the most surprising," Cranky commented, "I think allowing Miss Trainer to pick the stage may have been a more calculated move than we thought. That probability talk was all a bunch of hooey."

"But Miss Trainer isn't taking it in corpse pose. Look!"

Megaman had grabbed a Pokeball. A Snivvy had appeared, pelting Trainer with Razor Leaves. Nevertheless, she persevered, soldiering through the pain, and managing to invoke her Heavy Breathing technique on one of the floating platforms. Megaman had been a second too late interfering with the process with a Shoryuken, but it didn't matter now. The power of Vitamin D coursed through her in a way only she could channel it. She could win this.

A Stopwatch appeared nearest Megaman, but when he grabbed it, he slowed down, not her. Miss Trainer breathed a sigh of relief. The ball was well and truly in her court now. She flipped backward, shooting a green volleyball at Megaman, which clunked him on the head. Power jogging forward, Miss Trainer launched two palms into Megaman's chest. She twisted her hips, allowing her palms to paintbrush the Blue Bomber. Miss Trainer jumped up, driving her feet into the top of Megaman's head, jumped, and extended her feet outward to kick Megaman in the face.

"What a combo!" screamed 9-Volt.

"Megaman is at 78 to Miss Trainer's 81. Maybe I was wrong about yoga. Maybe she can pull this off," Cranky pondered.

Palm thrusting Megaman while in Downward Dog, the mechanical boy placed a blinking, sticky substance onto her torso, Trainer pelvic thrusted , making sure the sticky goop rested like a zit on the boy's forehead before it exploded. Miss Trainer jumped after Megaman but something hard and ovular dropped onto her head, rocketing her in the other direction. Cupping her hands together, she allowed beams of sunlight to generate between her palms. At its maximum charge, she fired.

"SALUTE THE SUN!" she cried.

The ball of solar energy connected with Megaman, knocking him to the Blast Zone, as she collapsed to the ground, a Lip's Stick landing right in front of her.

Megaman: 1

Miss Trainer: 1

As Megaman stepped from the Revival Platform, Miss Trainer grabbed the Lip's Stick, gripping it as tightly as she could, and mustering a home run swing.

Megaman picked the bludgeoning weapon from he grip with two pinched fingers.

Trainer was caught off guard to do anything, her jaw still agape as Megaman clocked her with the Lip's Stick, sending her into the Blast Zone.

GAME!
Megaman appeared in the Smash Mansion's courtyard in a brilliant flash of blue light, staring blankly at the camera, hand firmly on the ground. And then, the splash screen declared it.

MEGAMAN WINS!

Meanwhile, Miss Trainer sat stark stioll, eyes closed, breathing deeply.

"Am I…interrupting anything?" asked Rita as she came into frame.

"No," sighed Miss Trainer, "Just thinking about a quote from one of my favorite athletes, American-Nigerian soccer player Toni Payne, and that's that sometimes, victory comes in bowing out gracefully. Megaman, thank you for the hard lesson and I hope I can apply what I learn in the future."

As Miss Trainer walked off camera, Mister Zero appeared on screen, a microphone in Megaman's direction, "So, how do you feel about the next."

"Mission 1, defeat Miss Trainer complete. New objective, defeat Little Mac."

"Okay," shook the voice of Mister Zero as Megaman marched out of frame," Cranky, Volt, back to you."

Meanwhile, the combatants re-entering the Smashers' Box didn't even register with Quinn Marmaduke. He was too focused on the randomizer. He'd been watching the barrage of match graphics all day, and still flinched when he saw his own face ever so briefly in the onslaught. Quinn snapped a look around the room. In the auditorium, while some Smashers talked and laughed through the entire process, comfortably sat on the well-cushioned chairs, most of the Smashers sat eerily still through the process, even some that had already fought and won.

As the randomizer came to a stop, the Mii Brawler sighed his 32nd sigh of relief today.

"LINK VERSUS SAMUS!" announced the commentators.

The three Links sauntered to the front of the room, while Samus shot a glance at Bayonetta.

"I really wish Samus and Bayonetta would stop hiding," whispered Sans as he appeared next to him.

The three Links put their hands on top of one another in the middle of a semi-circle, shouting, "Triforce of Courage!"

"Whaddya mean?" Quinn asked.

"Everyone knows they're banging," winked the skeleton.

"Damn it, you made me miss the tunnel announcement.'

"Link's in Tunnel A. Samus is in Tunnel B. What, you got one of those baseball scorecards?" came Sans' mocking voice

"Well no, but I just like to know,"

"Nerd,"

"You're an admin," shouted Quinn, the young man going flush as his voice cracked.

"That has nothing to do with the fact you're a nerd," Sans teased, soaking in the giggles as he teleported away.

Of course, when Quinn turned away, he made immediate eye contact with Samus' rear as she walked briskly down the tunnel.

Fuck it, the beating she'd give me for ogling her would be less painful than whatever this is, Marmaduke thought, bemoaning his fate.