CaptainCombusken
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The weather was lovely on the first day of the Tournament. The Ultimate tournament. The one to decide the best of the best. It would be tough for anyone entering, trying to achieve such a great honour. Everyone was strong in this tournament. The weak had already been vanquished, their dreams shattered as they failed to make the entry test for the tournament. That was hard. It had involved a tough Target Smash challenge in harsh conditions. Those who made it past that had to get through an army of mechanized soldiers in a tough 100 man Brawl. Then, to prove that they were not only speedy, tough and strong, the battlers had had to show their accuracy and intelligence as they competed in a Home Run Contest where you had to get to a specific total distance, and have that distance exactly. It was tough, but eventually, the final battlers, 60 of them, had been chosen.
The battlers would compete in groups of 10, performing a mini-league where they would try and win the most battles The top two from each league would automatically make it through. Then all the battlers in third place would battle it out, with four continuing to the next round. After this were knock-out rounds. You simply had to defeat your opponent, drawn randomly, to advance. But this would still be a challenge. After all, the person you faced had also managed to overcome all the challenges before, and the pressure would certainly get to the battlers who made it to that stage.
Eventually, there would be only two battlers left. These would compete in the final to win the prize, a beautiful Gem infused with power, This Gem had enormous power. It had the abilities of all combined heroes, as well as other limitless abilities. They would win this along with the title of Smash King (Or Queen).
The Weather was indeed stunning. The Sun shone down on the beautiful stadium. It had been created as a wonderful work of art. It was filled with luscious green pastures, with Flowers and other fascinating unearthly plants sprouting all over the place. The Architecture was also fantastic, having been modelled on Ancient Greece. This was a plea from Palutena of the Skyworld. The beautiful blossoms and plants had been Daisy from the Mario World's idea. The Arena was also very tough and well built, able to easily withstand attacks. All of these measures had been put in place by Alder of the Pokemon World. It was a fantastic display of excellent design from the three members of the Smash Council, the organizers of the tournament and respected figure sin the Smash World.
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Tails the Fox was not having a great day. He'd been rudely awoken by the battle training of the other competitors in the tournament. Tails knew that the only training he needed was sleep. There he could dream peacefully about battle strategies. Any physical battling wouldn't happen as often for Tails, and a simple run and a little honing on Dummies would be perfect training. Unlike many of the other competitors Tails had his Cyclone Machine, so half the time, he wouldn't be doing hand to hand combat and would be flying, zooming or stomping his way around the battlefield.
Yeah, and about the Cyclone. It had broken down. Something, or someone (Maybe one of the more crooked battlers. He suspected Wario) had gone to his garage in the night and has completely mixed up all the circuits in his Machine. Now the very young Fox was assembling it again. It wouldn't take long, but it would cut down on his training time. His grumpy sleep deprived self just made the experience worse.
Presently, Tails looked inside the machine in the gear box, and saw the final fault he had to correct. The bandit who'd tampered with his precious battle gear had changed the two wires in the main Gear box. Red cable now joined Green, and vice versa. If Tails didn't know to check thoroughly when a fault occurred, then he would for sure have tried to use the Cyclone and found it exploding on him, leaving his battle strategy in tatters and himself injured and less able to fight. It would mean a loss for the little orange fox. And Tail, more than anything, did NOT want to lose.
He had to prove he was worthy. he had to prove he could battle this competition and show that even a young and seemingly weak nerd like himself could beat hordes of seasoned warriors. It would be a real victory for the underdogs- no wait, underfoxes- in life. ails reconnected the wires. He checked one more for more errors. You never knew...
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Meanwhile, Zack, a Pokemon trainer, was furiously working. He and his Pokemon were taking a run across the training grounds. He was running at full felt. It was needed to keep up with his Pokemon. His Combusken, whose powerful legs were also working hard, could run at great speeds, and his Dewott was no pushover in the running department either. His Tropius flew at great speed above their heads. This was a workout for all people on the trainer's team.
Presently, he noticed that they were reaching the end of the track. He started to slow down, as did hid Pokemon. Eventually they stopped, arriving at the finish line.
"And that's" said Zack, pressing a button of a device in his left hand "59.9 seconds! EXCELLENT! Well done guys, that's the best we've done so far! I'm definitely sure now. We're totally ready for this tournament. We'll walk this."
Dewott looked at his Trainer and nodded, smiling confidently. Zack's Combusken did the same. They were determined fighters and he knew they were confident of their abilities. His Tropius, however, was not as comfortable fighting as as such not confident in its abilities. But Zack's warm comment made the gentle Grass type Dinosaur beam with a massive smile of joy.
"Good to see you all so happy, mah dudes! Riiiight.... I need food." Zack said. He was always hungry. He was an excellent cook. He needed food and fats. The team hadn't had breakfast yet because of Zack's strict training regime and he was starving.
Zack started to run back towards his accommodation, a nice little cottage that was given to all the fighters. Tropius too to the air, racing after him, eager for food. Dewott and Combusken looked at eachother, rolling their eyes. Typical Zack. But they were soon racing after him, also eager for some well deserved food.
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The weather was lovely on the first day of the Tournament. The Ultimate tournament. The one to decide the best of the best. It would be tough for anyone entering, trying to achieve such a great honour. Everyone was strong in this tournament. The weak had already been vanquished, their dreams shattered as they failed to make the entry test for the tournament. That was hard. It had involved a tough Target Smash challenge in harsh conditions. Those who made it past that had to get through an army of mechanized soldiers in a tough 100 man Brawl. Then, to prove that they were not only speedy, tough and strong, the battlers had had to show their accuracy and intelligence as they competed in a Home Run Contest where you had to get to a specific total distance, and have that distance exactly. It was tough, but eventually, the final battlers, 60 of them, had been chosen.
The battlers would compete in groups of 10, performing a mini-league where they would try and win the most battles The top two from each league would automatically make it through. Then all the battlers in third place would battle it out, with four continuing to the next round. After this were knock-out rounds. You simply had to defeat your opponent, drawn randomly, to advance. But this would still be a challenge. After all, the person you faced had also managed to overcome all the challenges before, and the pressure would certainly get to the battlers who made it to that stage.
Eventually, there would be only two battlers left. These would compete in the final to win the prize, a beautiful Gem infused with power, This Gem had enormous power. It had the abilities of all combined heroes, as well as other limitless abilities. They would win this along with the title of Smash King (Or Queen).
The Weather was indeed stunning. The Sun shone down on the beautiful stadium. It had been created as a wonderful work of art. It was filled with luscious green pastures, with Flowers and other fascinating unearthly plants sprouting all over the place. The Architecture was also fantastic, having been modelled on Ancient Greece. This was a plea from Palutena of the Skyworld. The beautiful blossoms and plants had been Daisy from the Mario World's idea. The Arena was also very tough and well built, able to easily withstand attacks. All of these measures had been put in place by Alder of the Pokemon World. It was a fantastic display of excellent design from the three members of the Smash Council, the organizers of the tournament and respected figure sin the Smash World.
---
Tails the Fox was not having a great day. He'd been rudely awoken by the battle training of the other competitors in the tournament. Tails knew that the only training he needed was sleep. There he could dream peacefully about battle strategies. Any physical battling wouldn't happen as often for Tails, and a simple run and a little honing on Dummies would be perfect training. Unlike many of the other competitors Tails had his Cyclone Machine, so half the time, he wouldn't be doing hand to hand combat and would be flying, zooming or stomping his way around the battlefield.
Yeah, and about the Cyclone. It had broken down. Something, or someone (Maybe one of the more crooked battlers. He suspected Wario) had gone to his garage in the night and has completely mixed up all the circuits in his Machine. Now the very young Fox was assembling it again. It wouldn't take long, but it would cut down on his training time. His grumpy sleep deprived self just made the experience worse.
Presently, Tails looked inside the machine in the gear box, and saw the final fault he had to correct. The bandit who'd tampered with his precious battle gear had changed the two wires in the main Gear box. Red cable now joined Green, and vice versa. If Tails didn't know to check thoroughly when a fault occurred, then he would for sure have tried to use the Cyclone and found it exploding on him, leaving his battle strategy in tatters and himself injured and less able to fight. It would mean a loss for the little orange fox. And Tail, more than anything, did NOT want to lose.
He had to prove he was worthy. he had to prove he could battle this competition and show that even a young and seemingly weak nerd like himself could beat hordes of seasoned warriors. It would be a real victory for the underdogs- no wait, underfoxes- in life. ails reconnected the wires. He checked one more for more errors. You never knew...
---
Meanwhile, Zack, a Pokemon trainer, was furiously working. He and his Pokemon were taking a run across the training grounds. He was running at full felt. It was needed to keep up with his Pokemon. His Combusken, whose powerful legs were also working hard, could run at great speeds, and his Dewott was no pushover in the running department either. His Tropius flew at great speed above their heads. This was a workout for all people on the trainer's team.
Presently, he noticed that they were reaching the end of the track. He started to slow down, as did hid Pokemon. Eventually they stopped, arriving at the finish line.
"And that's" said Zack, pressing a button of a device in his left hand "59.9 seconds! EXCELLENT! Well done guys, that's the best we've done so far! I'm definitely sure now. We're totally ready for this tournament. We'll walk this."
Dewott looked at his Trainer and nodded, smiling confidently. Zack's Combusken did the same. They were determined fighters and he knew they were confident of their abilities. His Tropius, however, was not as comfortable fighting as as such not confident in its abilities. But Zack's warm comment made the gentle Grass type Dinosaur beam with a massive smile of joy.
"Good to see you all so happy, mah dudes! Riiiight.... I need food." Zack said. He was always hungry. He was an excellent cook. He needed food and fats. The team hadn't had breakfast yet because of Zack's strict training regime and he was starving.
Zack started to run back towards his accommodation, a nice little cottage that was given to all the fighters. Tropius too to the air, racing after him, eager for food. Dewott and Combusken looked at eachother, rolling their eyes. Typical Zack. But they were soon racing after him, also eager for some well deserved food.
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