Avatar: Sorry for the long wait everybody, I've been busy and such. However, I'm back. I bet you're wondering what happened to Snake vs. Krystal! Well, one of the things that sidetracked me was this brilliant Wii/PS2/Arcade game, Guilty Gear XX Accent Core (GGXXC for short)! I couldn't resist putting the series' star character into this fic, and kudos to any Guilty Gear fans in tonight's audience.

I do not own Super Smash Bros. or any other game franchises owned within. I do not own the personality invented for Black Mage by 8-Bit Theatre. I only own the contents of this story.

Chapter 17

Ike vs. Sol Badguy

"Now, before we start," Master Hand said, "I'm making some on-the-spot decisions. Sonic, you're in. It's official. King Dedede is also in." A blue penguin-like person wearing red, white and yellow robes and a red cap swaggered triumphantly into the audience box, wielding a large hammer with a star on the face over his shoulder. Kirby began to object, but Master Hand continued talking over him, and Meta Knight gave Kirby a nod of reassurance. "Also, Ness is being replaced. Everybody, say high to our new friend Lucas." Indeed, while nobody was looking, a young child with tall blonde hair who resembled Ness had entered the room, and Ness was gone.

"That's just Ness in a wig," Bowser said.

"No, it's actually somebody else. THIS is Ness, see?" Crazy Hand giggled. He was hovering insanely (yes, giant hands can hover in an insane fashion) in the corner above a pile of gore wearing a baseball cap backwards (yes, piles of gore have a backwards).

"NESS in a WIG," Bowser insisted stubbornly.

"Who's telling you to make these changes?" Zelda asked.

"Um… uhh…" Master Hand struggled for a moment. "Why it's my good friend the Ancient Minister." The Ancient Minister, a mysterious, bell-like entity, appeared out of nowhere, and floated silently in front of them. "Say hello, everybody."

"Hello, everybody," Viewtiful Joe joked. The others just glared at the A.M., and he stared coldly back.

"Now, for one last introduction." Master Hand turned out over the new Pokemon Stadium, which was like the old one except a little larger and a lot shinier. "Say hello… to SOL BADGUY!" A fireball exploded in the middle of the arena, and when it faded, a tall human figure stood amongst the heat. Sol had brown hair which spiked up despite the long ponytail in the back, and reddish-brown eyes. He wore long white pants and a tight, muscle-revealing black undershirt under a red sleeveless jacket. He also wore black gloves, red shoes, a red sash of cloth hanging from the front of his waist, and an alarming number of brown leather belts with gold buckles (two around his waist, two on each thigh, two around his forehead, two on each glove, one on each side of the sash, one on his chest, and one on his left bicep. The ones on his waist supported a silver plate with the word 'FREE' engraved in it, the ones on his head supported a cracked red piece of armor engraved with 'ROCK YOU', and the one on his bicep served no purpose whatsoever. He held a sword with a red guard and a strangely rectangular blade in front of him. "Any words for your opponent, Sol?"

"I don't know who it is yet."

"Of course! I must have left my brain in my other finger today! Ike, get down here! You're fighting Mr. Badguy!"

"Right!" Ike jumped down and pulled his sword out, pointing it at Sol. Sol pulled his sword behind him, in what Ike thought was a rather strange fighting stance. "You ready?"

"I do have words for you," Sol said with a smile. "I want a good fight, so keep yourself alive."

"In honor of Sol, I'll start the match the way he's used to it. HEAVEN OR HELL? FINAL DUEL! LET'S ROCK!"

Sol immediately began the match by slamming his sword into the ground, grinding it toward Ike. "Gun Blaze!" A series of fiery bursts erupted toward Ike.

"Whoa!" Ike jumped over the attacks, and flew toward Sol. "Yah!" he slashed downward at Sol, who blocked with his own sword, forcing Ike back away. "So you like to play with fire?" Ike asked, his blade glowing as he charged his energy into it. "Eruption!" he slammed his charged blade into the ground, kicking up fire and rocks in a path toward Sol. Sol brought his sword up and somehow blocked the attack, although it burned his arms a little and pushed him back.

"I love to play with fire," Sol responded. "That's why I use the Fireseal!" He jumped toward Ike and slashed again, and Ike blocked, noticing that Sol's sword cast off embers instead of sparks. "Now, let me show you its power. Grand Viper!" Sol suddenly exploded forward headfirst, slamming his skull into Ike's gut and carrying him backwards. He then reared back and yelled, causing a fiery explosion that launched Ike into the air, only to come crashing down on a raised platform. "You're just warming up, I hope!" Sol yelled as he jumped to the platform after Ike and began slashing.

Ike frantically blocked the attacks, but the shock of the blows was hurting his arm and he was being pressed back. "Counter!" he yelled, pulling back into a counter-stance, and he managed to score a deep cut across Sol's face on Sol's next attempt to strike. Sol staggered back, and Ike thought he saw his opponent's eyes flash; but the instant passed and Sol leapt forward again, blood dripping from his chin. He continued his attack ruthlessly, pushing Ike off the elevated platform and jumping after him. "Don't you let up?!" Ike yelled frantically, forced into the ground as he parried yet another slash.

"What kind of ruthless warrior would I be if I did?" Sol asked. "Bandit Revolver!" he kicked Ike into the air, followed his target with his own rotary force, and twisted, bringing his other foot down into Ike's chestplate, slamming him back to the ground. He then leapt back as Ike swung his sword around and jumped to his feet. "Gun Flame!" Ike wasted no time in jumping away from the inferno wave, but it still lit his cape aflame. Ike frantically put it out, and that gave Sol time to close again and begin attacking.

Ike gulped as Sol's nonstop assault pushed him back toward the edge of the stage. Then, suddenly, a friendly voice resounded through his head: Sol will slash to your upper right, then to your mid left, then stab low center. When he stabs, he'll leave his left shoulder open. Go for it. Ike decided it couldn't hurt to try and follow the directions, and was slightly surprised to find the directions entirely accurate. Sol jumped back, clutching his shoulder in surprise. You're welcome. Ike looked around, but whatever it was wasn't there, and Sol was ready to resume his assault.

"Bandit…" Sol leapt into the air, but this time he charged his arm with red energy. Ike put up his shield in anticipation. "BRINGER!" He created a cone of fiery energy that slammed Ike, almost shattering the shield and forcing Ike entirely off the edge of the stadium.

"Oh no," Ike groaned, "not when I'm just starting to fight back!" He tossed his sword into the air, and Sol had to jump back to avoid the flying blade. "AETHER!" Ike raised his arms and an invisible force pulled him up to his blade, which he caught. He then plummeted down toward Sol, his blade cleaving downward in front of him.

"This is still almost easy!" Sol said. "Volcanic Viper!" His blade ignited and he leapt into the air toward Ike, and they passed each other with a ping. Ike stumbled and fell as he hit the ground, blood dripping from his right side. Sol's right side sustained a cut as well, and he barely managed to land on his feet. He felt his wounds. "You're good…" he remarked, but swept out his arm in a dramatic thumbs-down gesture. "But not good enough." A fiery burst encircled his feet, punctuating his judgement. Ike scowled in response, and lifted his blade in a ready position.

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"So who is this Sol Badguy? I've never heard of him," Dedede asked with a smirk.

"He's a bounty hunter from the late 22nd century," Lucas explained. "He gets his fire manipulation abilities from his sword Fuuenken, or the 'Fireseal'. His other abilities are of unknown source. He used to be part of the Sacred Order of Holy Knights (where he got the nickname Corrupted Flame), until he stole Fuuenken from them. Real name is rumored to be Frederick something. He hasn't aged in upwards of one hundred years. Favorite band is Queen, favorite clothing brand is Riot, because they're durable and fireproof."

"Told you he's Ness in a wig," Bowser said. DK nodded in agreement.

"He's a pretty good fighter to have Ike on the ropes from the beginning," Shina observed. "Or maybe Ike's just a lame-ass."

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"Radiance Dance!" Ike slashed at Sol high, which Sol easily blocked, then low, which was jumped, then an upward thrust leading to a downward slash, which Sol hastily blocked. Ike followed up with a series of low and medium thrusts, and finished with an upward slash. Sol managed to block it, but his blade was forced upwards. Ike then kicked Sol in the gut and brought his pommel down Sol's forehead plate. Surprisingly, the battle-scarred plate shrugged off the attack, and Sol angrily grabbed Ike by the shirt collar and hoisted him a couple of feet into the air.

"You can cut me all you want, but you don't ever touch this plate," Sol warned. Ike responded by swinging his legs up and kicking Sol in a very sensitive place. Sol yelled in surprise and pain, and smashed his forehead plate into Ike's forehead, knocking him across the arena. He then fell to the ground, clutching his most intimate parts.

Ike managed to get to his feet and make the world stop spinning. "Quite the headbutt you have there." He revealed a golden figurine from under his cape. "Unfortunately, I need some help. "Come on out, Lyn!" He slammed the trophy on the ground, and a young woman with green hair in a long ponytail, boots, a blue dress with yellow lining, fingerless armlets, and a Japanese sword at her waist appeared. She grabbed her sword and got down into a ready stance.

Sol staggered to his feet. "Who's this? That's hardly fair," he chuckled. Then Lyn vanished, and reappeared behind Sol. A long slash appeared on his chest, and he fell to one knee clutching the wound. "SHIT!" Lyn vanished again, but she didn't reappear this time. "I'm bleeding quite a bit," he noticed, his voice wavering.

"Does that mean you give up?" Ike asked, walking cautiously toward Sol. As he walked, the arena began to change to a sleek grey surface, and large fans began to pop up: the new stadium had shifted to Flying mode.

"No way." Flames appeared in Sol's general area, and began to draw themselves inward. "Dragon Install!" Sol's headband crackled, and the flames covered him, reducing him to a flaming silhouette. "RAAAUUUGHH!" As he screamed, the flames largely vanished, leaving him grinning and still smoldering a bit. "Grand Viper Installed!" A flame blasted from Sol's heels and he barreled forward, smashing into Ike before the indigo-haired swordsman could react and propelling him almost straight up. Sol grinned, his eyes flashing yellow, and waited for Ike to drop. When he had almost hit the floor, Sol jumped toward him and lit up his sword. "Volcanic Viper Installed!" he held out one foot next to his blade, and a massive snaking flame carried him upward, slammed him into Ike, and continued to lift them into the sky. Ike finally rolled off of the fire pillar and fell to the ground, and Sol dove after him, roaring with mania and blazing with flames.

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"Somebody help Ike! He'll come back to us in pieces!" Peach yelled.

"No, he's-a fine," Mario said, squinting to watch closely. "Ike's-a weathering every blow, doing what he can to minimize-a the damage. He's hoping-a Sol will tire out, and-a he may yet-a win this one."

"My money's on Sol," Ganondorf said. He then turned back to Black Mage, who he had been conversing quietly with. "It's powered by love, you say? How interesting. Tell me more."

"Your money's on Sol, you said?" Wario asked.

"Yeah, it is," Ganon replied coldly. "You offering a bet?"

"We each bet half of our stolen-from-castle gold," Wario suggested. "You in?"

"Absolutely." Ganondorf took Wario's hand, crushing it slightly, and gave it a hearty shake.

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Just as Ike managed to regain his air control, Sol was right in front of him. "Bandit Revolver Installed!" He spun his body with his legs out, kicking Ike four times and pushing him back into the air. Then for his final kick, he ignited his foot and slammed it into Ike's face, knocking him to the dark grey surface with a large fireball. Ike scrabbled at the floor as he slid across it, his sword sliding away. Sol landed lightly between Ike and his sword, and plunged his blade into the ground. "Gun Flame Installed!" A fiery spike burst from his sword, knocking Ike into the air and back across the arena. Sol chased after him, running faster than usual, but about halfway there he suddenly stopped and fell to his hands and knees, his body smoking like a dying fire. "Ugh… Dragon Install always makes me want to throw up…" he muttered. The flames around him, and the yellow glint in his eyes, were gone. However, so were most of his wounds, and the few that remained had partially healed.

Ike got to his feet and began running toward his blade. "I've got to get to my blade…" he panted, "…while Sol is still too weak to move. I can finish this now!"

"Oh no you don't!" Sol procured an Assist Trophy from his pocket and slammed it on the ground, which was rapidly transforming back to normal. "Faust!" The trophy flashed and was replaced with a strange, crouching figure. He wore a stylish white coat with large, silver buttons, a black tie, a pair of khakis, walking shoes, and a brown paper bag over his head with one eyehole cut out. He held a massive scalpel (about six or seven feet long) in both hands, and he was incredibly lanky – if he stood up straight, he would be upwards of eight feet tall. "Faust," Sol barked, "You help people in need, right?"

"Of course!" Faust replied in a voice that was cracked and twisted with more than a little insanity. "I'm Faust, the Dark Docter!"

"Well, help me by hurting him!" Sol pointed to Ike, who had grabbed his sword and was now carefully advancing on this new threat.

"That's completely against the Hippocratic oath!" Faust said, aghast. "Okay." He ran toward Ike, scrabbling in a kind of mad crawl. Suddenly, he jumped toward Ike headfirst and began to spin his body rapidly. "GOING MY WAY!" he shrieked, and he barreled into Ike, spinning like a drill. Both were thrown to the ground. Ike rolled to his feet, and immediately was forced to jump away as Faust got up while spinning his very sharp scalpel like a baton. "Rerere no Tsuki!" he yelled, stabbing forward. Ike barely dodged the thrust, but it sheared the left shoulder plate off his armor. Ike then angrily slammed his sword into the scalpel, knocking it away. Faust seemed completely unfazed by this, and suddenly pulled something out of his coat pocket. "What's THIS?" he asked, holding up a large black bomb with a white skull on it. The bomb was lit.

"Yah!" Ike ran away from Faust, who was enveloped in a fiery explosion. When the smoke cleared, Faust was totally unharmed, except he was disappearing.

"That will be all," Faust said, "I have others in need to help. Be sure to get regular checkups!" then he was gone, as was his scalpel.

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"What a freak," Falco muttered.

"Oh yeah," Sonic agreed.

"That was… very strange," Presea concurred.

"That guy reminded me of Yoshimitsu," Ivy said with a shudder. "And Voldo… no, don't crawl on me, you withered, half-dead freak!" Everybody jumped away from Ivy as she began brushing her skin frantically with her gauntlet while swinging her sword wildly with her other hand. "He's on my skin!" she shrieked.

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"Well, that's one less freak of the week to deal with," Ike said.

"Are you implying something?" Sol asked. Ike turned. Sol had somehow gotten behind him, and he was about to slam Ike in the stomach pommel-first. "Block Head Buster!" Ike jumped out of the way just as Sol thrust the pommel forward, and a line of explosions erupted from the sword down the arena. "Ugh… now I remember why I don't use that attack anymore. Such a waste of energy when I miss…"

That could've blown me away, Ike realized. But Master Hand wouldn't have me fight Sol if he didn't think I could win. "Emblem Flare Blade!" Ike pulled back his sword and charged it with glowing red energy.

Sol waited for Ike to make a move, but the energy only grew in magnitude, eventually shaking the whole arena. "I'm done waiting for the attack. Riot Stomp!" he jumped back, then flew forward with his foot out and ready.

"Took you long enough. Release!" Ike swung the blade, now crackling with power, down toward Sol's head.

"Roman Cancel! Faultless Defense!" Sol stopped his kick and threw an arm out to either side, creating a green bubble shield around him. The blade crashed down on the bubble and released a huge red fireball, forcing Sol back across the arena as it changed to Ground mode. "That was annoying. "Riot Stomp!" Sol jumped straight up, and burst forward again in another kick.

"Deadeye!" Ike lined up his sight along his sword, and then thrusted it forward, causing a thin blue bolt of arrow-shaped force to fly toward Sol. It stuck Sol in the chest and knocked him over. "Yeah! It's a hit!"

"Ow… piece of crap…" Sol got to his feet and dashed toward Ike again. "Grand Viper!" he slid forward, his feet ablaze, but Ike dodged back, remembering the explosive end to the tackle. Ike then jumped forward again, preparing to strike. "Fefnir!" Sol yelled, and he brought his free arm forward in a fast flaming punch. He caught Ike in the stomach, knocking him back. Before the blow could send Ike flying, Sol brought forth his blade, creating a massive spinning fireball. "Tyrant Rave… Alpha!"

"Ahhh!" Ike was sent flying back into a dirt mound, where he slid to the ground. He lifted his head to see Sol charging him, and got to his feet, coughing up a bit of blood. "I'm not finished yet! Astra!" Ike jumped forward, blade flashing, and scored five shallow cuts on Sol's chest, struggling him back. "Your name's not so unique! SOL!" Ike stabbed Sol in the gut, and as Sol's wound bled, Ike's wounds healed. "How's that?"

"Not bad…" Sol stumbled back off of Ike's blade, then jumped forward again. "Fefnir!" Ike ducked under the attack this time, not wanting to expose himself again to the powerful attack or the even stronger blow that followed it. Sol kneed Ike in the face, knocking him away. "Riot Stomp!" Sol exploded forward, foot out for stomping, but Ike was ready.

"Counter!" Ike slashed at Sol in midair, causing him to hit the ground rolling. "How's that?" Ike turned to face Sol, but Sol had already recovered and was charging Ike again.

"Yah!" Sol delivered a vicious uppercut, smashing Ike into the air, and slammed the flat of his blade into Ike. "Tyrant Rave… Beta!" Another fireball burst forward from the flat of his blade, pinning Ike back into the dirt and turning it to glass around him. "I'm interested to see if you'll be getting up. Only my strongest opponents can tolerate a double Tyrant Rave."

"Well then, should I feel honored?" Ike managed to pull himself out of the mound of glass, which disappeared after he left it, and fell to the ground. "Your attacks are really strong… but I beat the Black Knight, I can definitely beat you."

"Oh, please. I don't know him, but I doubt the Black Knight is the same kind of threat that Justice and Ky Kiske are." Sol shrugged, and suddenly pounded his sword into the ground again. "GUN FLAME!" Ike dodged around the flames and jumped forward, bringing his blade down. Sol parried, and brought his free hand forward. "Fefnir!"

"Counter!" Ike parried the devastating punch, and returned with a strong flaming slash of his own. Sol staggered back, clutching his bleeding side. "Luna!" Ike slashed Sol in the chest twice, and then finished by bringing his blade up in a devastating blow that sent Sol sailing. The brown-haired swordsman-for-hire dug his blade into the ground, pulling himself to a halt as the stage reverted to normal.

"Good work," Sol said, forcing himself to a standing position. "Let's see how you fare against my strongest attack!" Ike tensed up, ready to dodge, and Sol threw a pair of fireballs from the flat tip of his sword… both of which missed Ike, sailing to either side of him.

"Hey, what gives?" Ike asked, but Sol dashed right towards him. Ike tried to dodge to the side, but found a wall of fire blocking his way. Crap, so that's what the fireballs are for! He began to jump, but it was too late, Sol was right on top of him.

"Tyrant…" Sol delivered a vicious fiery uppercut to Ike's chest, sending him up and backwards. "…Rave…" Sol spun, jumped, and slammed the same fist down on Ike again as he fell, causing him to strike the ground hard and bounce back up. Sol's momentum carried him forward until he was right next to Ike, and he pulled his blade forward. "…OMEGA!" As Sol slammed the blade into Ike's chest, a huge, fiery dragon's head erupted from the blade, sending Ike skidding back across the stage to its edge, where his head hung over. "You still alive over there? My only opponent ever to survive a triple Tyrant Rave dodged two of them."

"Urgh… my chest…" Ike struggled to move. "I may have to throw in the towel before this kills me."

Come on, is that any way for the greatest hero in Tellius's history to talk? the phantom voice from before asked playfully. An auburn-haired young man with a carefree smile, blue armor with gold trim, and a sword at his waist floated in front of Ike. He was transparent. I expected better, I really did, he continued.

"Tormod?"

He laughed. Close enough. I'm Roy, the guy you took the place of for the Smash tourney. I died yesterday when the lineup was being modified, but that's besides the point. Anyhoo, I think I can help you beat this guy. I was Smashing for a good six years, and I know a thing or two about predicting sword attacks. Plus I've been watching Sol the whole time.

"Uh, Master Hand, isn't Ike dead or something? We can call the match, right?" Sol yawned. "I for one am exhausted."

"Shush, it's rude to interrupt his conversation."

"What?"

"So… you want to help me beat Sol?"

Yes.

"Alright, here goes nothing." Ike, with some difficulty, hauled himself to a standing position. "Quick Draw!" He dashed forward and slashed, but Sol blocked, locking their blades. "Nice timing."

"It's what I do." Sol brought up his foot for a kick, but Ike deflected it with his knee. Sol tried for a punch, but Ike caught his wrist and twisted. "Your durability is getting annoying, kid!" Sol broke the locked blades apart and began slashing rapidly at Ike.

Okay, he'll attack low center, high right, left center, low right, high center… Ike was dodging or parrying each blow as it came, but Sol simply refused to leave himself open. Low left, right center, high right, low center again, and then he'll jump back… Roy's predictions were all accurate as Sol leapt back thru the air. Now he'll use his special attacks…

"Gun flame!" Ike dodge the waves of fire and rolled, coming up on one knee. "RIOT STOMP!" Sol flew slightly back and into the air, and then blasted forward with his foot out.

Riot Stomp homes in on you, and you're hurt too badly to take the shock of blocking it. There's a split second before it hits you where he's open to just about anything, so give it your best shot.

"Right," Ike said with a smile. "PREPARE YOURSELF!" When Sol came within sword range, Ike slashed upward, knocking Sol into the air, high above the center of the arena. Ike threw the sword up toward Sol, slashing him again, and leapt into the sky, catching it right above Sol. "GREAT AETHER!" he began to unleash multiple vicious slashes on Sol, slicing up his arms, legs, torso and face.

NOW! Roy's voice resounded through Ike's head over the sick sounds of a blade carving flesh and bone. Destroy his headband with your last strike!

"Whatever you say… YAH!" Ike slammed his sword down onto the headband, bisecting 'ROCK YOU', and brought both Sol and himself crashing to the ground. In the middle of a shallow crater, Ike pulled his sword from the plate, snapping it in half and revealing a strange symbol underneath, tattooed into Sol's forehead. "I win…" Ike said grimly.

Sol's body was ruined. Slash marks covered his head, chest and stomach, and his arms and legs had been nearly severed near the hips and shoulders. His breaths were shallow, and blood bubbled up from his lips with each exhale. "I'm sorry…" Sol mumbled.

"Sorry?" Ike asked, noting that Roy's presence seemed to be gone. "Sorry for what?"

Steam began to pour from Sol's many wounds, and his eyes turned yellow. "I can no longer be held responsible for my own actions," he said with a chuckle as his incisors elongated into fangs.

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"What's with Sol?" Vyse asked.

"Sol's not human," Mewtwo said. "I've been trying to read his mind, and I just got in. Apparently, he's something called a 'Gear', although the headband suppresses that side of him."

"Sol's a gear?" Lucas paled. "Ike's a dead man. Sol will tear him apart."

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Sol's wounds were all closing up as he got to his feet, and flames wreathed his body. He looked up with a maniacal grin. "Dragon Install: Sakkai!" He leapt forward and slashed Ike across the chest, and unleashed an uncontrolled volley of slashes, stabs, punches, and kicks on Ike, lighting him ablaze. He ripped a diagonal slash up and across Ike's chest, launching him into the air. Finally, a flaming tail and pair of draconic wings manifested from Sol's back. "DIE!" he flew into the air and slashed back down across Ike's body, slamming him into the ground.

"That's enough, Sol. You win!" Master Hand snapped his fingers, and Sol's headband reassembled itself around his skull, causing him to calm down and causing his wings and tail to vanish.

"I'm… alive…" Ike managed to gasp. "What… happened… Roy?"

Roy's spirit appeared, hovering over Ike. Oh, I forgot to mention. I resent you for taking my spot. You probably shouldn't be taking my advice without consideration.

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After Master Hand had patched Ike up, he brought Sol and Ike to the audience platform. "Okay, everybody, I've decided on a few more lineup changes."

"Shouldn't that wait until we get to the stadium for the next fight?" Samus asked.

"Oh, we're staying right here for the next fight. This place is barely destroyed at all! Anyway, please welcome Captain Olimar and his Pikmin…" a small man with a large nose and a space suit showed up, accompanied by a half-dozen small, plantlike beings of various colors. "…and Lucario." A blue and black wolf-like bipedal Pokemon showed up. He had spikes on the back of his hands, red eyes, a tail, and two black dreadlocks on the back of his head that resembled the back of a headband. "Mewtwo, say hello to Lucario."

"Hey, Lucario, long time no see," Mewtwo said, shaking… paws with the Aura pokemon. "Wait… why do you want me to shake hands with Lucario?"

"Because… he's your replacement." As Master Hand spoke, Crazy Hand snuck up behind Mewtwo and grabbed him. "Sorry, Mewtwo, but the people have spoken. You're out."

"What 'people'?!" Mewtwo yelled. "You know what? Screw this! SPARK! RAPID SPIN!" Mewtwo began to emit electricity and rotate in Crazy Hand's grip, causing him to let go. "PSYCHO CUT!" He slashed off Crazy Hand's thumb. "DOOM DES-"

"Momma, it hurts, it hurts SOOOOO BAD!" Crazy Hand went flying off, causing Mewtwo to turn his next attack toward Master Hand.

"Okay, that's enough, you can stay," Master Hand sighed apathetically. "Whatever. Anyway, I'm also bringing back Marth and Ness." He snapped his fingers, and they returned.

"Wait, I thought that was Ness," Pit said, pointing to the bloody, cap-wearing pile in the corner.

"No, that's fresh hamburger meat that Crazy Hand put Ness's spare hat on. I swear, that brother of mine…"

"But… but…" Bowser turned to Lucas, then to Ness. "Ness, but… Ness in a wig…"

"Pay up, Sol won," Ganon was yelling at Wario.

"No way!" Wario snarled.

"Look, don't make me go Dark Beast on your round ass!"

Rerere No Tsuki – In this case, Tsuki means stab, lunge, or thrust, but Rerere didn't translate. Given the nature of Faust's character, it probably doesn't mean anything.

There might not be a next chapter. I don't know, I'm burned out on this story. Sorry guys, I warned you it wasn't really a serious fic for me.

By the way, I'm holding a writing tournament, for anybody who's interested. There will be a prize, and all you have to do is write fight scenes starring the character of your choice better than any other author in the tournament. See my forum, A Winner Is You! (link provided in my profile), if you're interested.