The eleven fighters still in the ring were either fighting amongst the others or standing aside to conserve energy and much-needed stamina. The fighters that were standing still looked at each other to make sure that no one would attack while someone’s back was turned.
When the cheering started again, the waiting fighters glanced up at the entrance curtain to watch the next entry make his way out from behind the entrance curtain.
“TESTAMENT!” (GG)
With ‘Don’t Fear the Reaper’ coming through the speakers, the black-haired, scythe-wielding man came out from behind the curtain to a decent-sized cheer. Scanning the ring, Testament slowly made his way down.
“Dizzy isn’t due out for a while.” Testament noted as he stepped into the ring. “I suppose I should make the most of it and try to survive until she enters.”
Once he landed in the ring, Testament branded his scythe and made his way over to the Stormtrooper, whom was still shooting around wildly. Testament jumped in and slashed at the foot soldier, taking him off guard.
“What was that for?!” The Stormtrooper demanded.
“It’s unwise to stand around and shoot at nothing but air, you know.” Testament replied with a smirk.
“I resent that, you know.” Leon Powalski’s disembodied voice replied as the chameleon materialized beside Testament, clocking him in the face.
“WHIP!” (KOF)
Holding her whip coiled in her hand, Whip strutted down to the ring and stepped in, preparing or whoever attacked her first.
That was J. Talbain. Seeing the wolfman knock Hugo away, Whip approached and cracked her whip. J. Talbain snapped to attention in time and jumped backwards, avoiding the attack.
“You have a lot of nerve trying to attack me from behind.” J. Talbain warned.
“Then I look forward to seeing how you can fight while you’re fully-aware of my presence.” Whip replied with a smirk.
In spite of himself, J. Talbain smirked back. “Why not?” He asked aloud.
“SHEN LONG!” (BR)
Looking up into the Eliminated Seating as he walked down to the ring, Shen Long saw Long looking down at him. Smirking, Long’s clone waved casually to the green-clad man as he walked down to the ring and got in.
Up in the Eliminated Seating, Long’s brow furrowed as he pushed his glasses higher up on his nose, silently cheering for whoever would fight his clone first.
Engulfing himself in a white light and turning himself into a white tiger, Shen Long approached Luigi, whose back was turned to him. Tapping the green-clad plumber on the shoulder, Shen Long roared in Luigi’s face.
Luigi stood in silence for a few seconds before pulling out a pad of paper and a pencil, writing out a haiku.
“I stare down a beast.”
“It snarls at me like a lion.”
“It’s time to run, now.”
Casually putting his writing credentials back in his pockets, Luigi screamed and took off running.
“SIGMA!” (MM)
To a mixed reaction, the main boss of Memaman X came out, having to duck underneath the curtain doorway to step out completely.
“Zero’s long gone and Axl isn’t due for a bit.” Sigma said with a smirk as he walked down to the ring. “Looks like I can have a little uninterrupted fun for a while.”
Landing in the ring, Sigma drew his long beam sword and advanced on the fight between Metaknight and Terry Bogard.
Terry glanced to the side and his eyes widened. “Whoa. That guy’s big.” He noted.
Metaknight glanced as well in time to see Sigma lunge at him. Spreading his wings, Metaknight took to the air just as Sigma’s sword swung underneath him.
“I hope you realize that I don’t take too kindly to people doing that.” Metaknight warned before realizing whom he was talking to. “You’re in on Bison’s plot, aren’t you?”
“How’d you know Bison was planning something?” Sigma asked.
“That Jedah guy from the Darkstalkers node approached me with an offer. I flat out refused and booted his sorry behind out of my room.”
Sigma growled, cursing Jedah for revealing the plan.
“And now, Mystery Fighter…Number…Twenty-One!”
“JURGEN!” (Sam and Max)
(I’m a marinade of what’s hot this summer)
(I’m an early comer…Bought a Gulf War Hummer)
(Every fad, I feel it’s force)
(Every trend I do endorse)
(Got my genomes mapping)
(Caught my smart dog napping)
(I’m charging up the new, new thing…)
(I’m answering a customized ring…)
(I’m starting from the place you stop…)
(I’m packing for an ego-trip…Hop)
As Newsboys’ “Fad of the Land” blared through the speakers, the redhead, German, gothic vampire stood outside the curtain, scanning the ring as a smirk floated across his face. Pulling his hand into the air, Jurgen vanished in a cloud of purple smoke.
(Stop the scam!)
(You day traders in a traffic jam!)
(Can the craze!)
(All you players outta place!)
(Fight the man!)
(All you suckers for a better brand!)
(They got us livin’ off the fad of the land!)
Jurgen suddenly appeared on the canvas in front of the fight between the Stormtrooper, Leon and Testament.
The only downside of this was that Leon was transparent again, and the chameleon was using this to his advantage. “Well, look at what we’ve got here!” The disembodied voice chuckled. “Some fresh blood!”
Jurgen rolled his eyes and thrust his fist to the side, clocking the invisible Leon in the face and knocking him down.
The Stormtrooper’s eyes widened beind his mask. “How’d you do that?!” He asked.
“It’s a little hard to explain.” Jurgen chuckled before looking in a different direction and talking in a seemingly-depressed voice. “Because no vone understands me.” Looking at the Stormtrooper and Testament, Jurgen smirked and bared his vampire claws. “Let’s see how vell you stack up to me, da?”
“SODOM!” (SFA3)
Making sure his helmet was on right (he didn’t want it flying off in the middle of a fight), Sodom pulled out his Sai and rushed down to the ring, jumping in headfirst.
Landing in the ring, Sodom looked around for a fight. He didn’t dare go over to interrupt the fight between Mario and Sonic (he admitted that he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box, but he wasn’t THAT stupid), so he instead decided to go help Luigi with Shen Long.
Charging in from the side, Sodom rammed his Sai into Shen Long’s torso, picked the tiger up and threw him aside, making Long’s clone revert back to his normal form.
“Thanks a lot for the help.” Luigi nodded before noticing that Shen Long was getting up. “Uh…Looks like he’s pretty mad.”
Sodom said a sentence in Japanese, intending to make Luigi think that he was actually Japanese rather than American.
Luigi’s eyebrow raised. So did Shen Long’s. Long’s clone stopped advancing and stared at Sodom. “Uh…You just asked if the president wanted to eat a chocolate truffle.” Shen Long pointed out.
“Great.” Sodom muttered to himself.
“Look alive! He’s coming!” Luigi said.
Sodom snapped his head up and raised his arm in time to block Shen Long’s fist. “I hope I didn’t get in over my head…” The Japanese-wannabe mused.
(Hotel; Pool)
Nastasia sighed as she slumped against the side of the locker she was trapped in. She had given up on breaking free of the ropes binding her arms and legs long ago, so the only thing she could do, as much as she didn’t like it, was to wait and hope O’Chunks could spring her from the locker soon.
Once again, Nastasia’s mind wandered. She was angry at O’Chunks for siding with scum like Bison at first, but the more she thought about it, the less Nastasia could blame the big guy. He had only joined Bison as an effort to make sure that no harm would come to the petite, blue woman. Nastasia was normally a very strong-willed woman, but every time she thought of O’Chunks and how he joined Bison to protect her, she felt like crying because of her helplessness.
Suddenly, Nastasia heard voices coming from outside the locker, making her snap back to reality.
“Is it that locker, Torn? The key’s missing from that one.”
“…Nope. It doesn’t fit. The locker has to be around here somewhere…”
“Yeah. If only we could find out what that Spanish matador was hiding…”
Natsasia’s eyes widened, now convinced that she could trust whomever was searching due to them describing Vega. Shifting around in the already-tight locker, Nastasia kicked the door a couple of times, hoping that it would get the attention of the two men outside.
Outside the locker, Torn’s ears picked up the kicking noises and rushed over to the locker they were coming from. “I think it’s this one, Jak!” He called out as he jammed the key he had taken from Vega into the slot on the locker.
“Does it fit?” Jak asked as he made his way over.
“…Yes, it does!” Torn nodded as he lifted the handle on the locker and opened it.
Of all the things for the two elven men to find in the locker, a bound and gagged woman with blue skin wasn’t one of them. Jak and Torn, shocked at what they had just found, pulled Nastasia from the locker, set her on the floor and started to free her.
Once the cloth had been pulled from her mouth, Nastasia looked up at Jak. “I-I don’t know who you two are, but thank you so much!” She said.
“What were you doing in there, miss?” Jak asked.
“Bison was holding me hostage, k?!” Nastasia replied. “O’Chunks joined him so Bison wouldn’t hurt me!”
“Well, you’re okay now.” Torn assured.
“I need to find O’Chunks and tell him to get as far away from Bison as he can, k?!” Nastasia said as she started to make her way towards the exit door leading back into the hotel.
“We’ll go with you.” Jak assured. “If Bison finds out you’ve been rescued, he may try to kidnap you again.”
Nastasia nodded, thankful for the help, as the three left the pool to find O’Chunks.
(Dome; Hallway)
“Nassy! O’Chunks!” Mimi called out as she and Peach walked down the hallway, searching for the green girl’s missing companions. “Oh, where could they be?”
“They’re around here somewhere, Mimi.” Peach assured, placing a comforting hand on Mimi’s shoulder. “We’ll find them.”
“I just hope we can find them before O’Chunks enters the ring.” Mimi replied before pausing. “Thanks again for helping me search, Peachy.”
Peach smiled. “Think nothing of it, Mimi.” The princess assured. “It’s the least I could do.”
“I just hope nothing’s happened to them.” Mimi said. She paused for a second before perking up. “Well, if Nassy’s in trouble, then I know O’Chunks is gonna stop at nothing to help her.”
“That’s the spirit, Mimi.” Peach nodded with a kind smile. “Now come on. Let’s continue our search and find those two.”
“I can’t let you do that, princess.”
Peach and Mimi looked ahead and saw King Dedede blocking their path, his huge hammer slung over his shoulder.
“Dedede, what’s wrong? Why can’t you let us search for her friends?” Peach asked.
“Because Bison hired me to bring the little girl there to him.” Dedede replied before sighing. “Great. Had I known she was a friend of yours I may not have accepted.”
“Dedede, you can’t be serious!” Peach said. “You’re actually HELPING Bison?!”
“He made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.” Dedede shrugged. “I don’t trust him as much as the next guy. I just work for him because he paid for my services.”
“Why does he want Mimi?!”
“I dunno. He never told me.” Dedede shrugged. “Something about ‘added assurance’ pertaining to some blue lady he kidnapped…”
“He’s got Nassy!” Mimi gasped. “You! Mister meanie penguin! Let Nassy go at once!”
“Dedede, please let Nastasia go.” Peach said.
“Look, I can’t help you with that. I don’t even know who this ‘Nastasia’ is. But Bison even said that he wouldn’t harm her.” Dedede reasoned. “Just let me take the girl and no one needs to get hurt.”
“You think I’m gonna go without a fight?!” Mimi shouted as she stepped forward.
“Mimi, no!” Peach urged.
“Peachy, stay back.” Mimi directed. “I can handle this.”
Dedede sighed as he gripped his hammer with both hands.
(The Arena)
“BEECHAM!” (S3)
The middle-aged Karayan swordsman came out from behind the curtain, cursing his luck. “Why couldn’t I have gotten an earlier draw?” Beecham muttered. “I may have been able to protect Chief Lucia while she was still in the ring…”
Suddenly seeing that Hugo was still in the ring, Beecham’s eyes lit up. “Well, maybe I can settle for helping out her son.” He reasoned as he made his way over.
Hugo kicked Terry Bogard away and turned to see Beecham coming over. “Hey, Beecham! Good to see another Karayan in the ring with me.”
“Looks like I was too late to keep Aila in the ring.” Beecham noted.
“Hey, since you’re here, can you give me a hand with this guy?” Hugo asked as Terry got to his feet again. “He’s pretty tough and I want to conserve my True Fire Rune for when I need it.”
“Sure thing, Hugo.” Beecham nodded as he pulled out his sword.
“SOLID SNAKE!” (SSB)
To a cheering crowd, Solid Snake emerged from behind the curtain. Or rather, Solid Snake crouching down in a cardboard box. While still under the box, Snake slowly crept down to the ring, as if trying not to alert the other fighters.
Snake finally hit the ring and suddenly saw Ashelin and Chun-Li fighting. Sneaking over to them, Snake prepared to jump up and attack both women at the same time.
“This’ll be too easy.” Snake said with a smirk underneath the box.
Ashelin paused from attacking Chun-Li and looked down, seeing a cardboard box at her feet. The redhead she-elf looked at Chun-Li, as if expecting an explanation. Chun-Li shrugged, proving that she didn’t have any idea.
Curious, Ashelin grabbed the cardboard box and lifted it up, revealing Snake sitting on the canvas. Snake suddenly saw that he had been spotted as a red explanation mark appeared over his head.
“So much for the element of surprise…” Snake muttered as he got to his feet and pulled out a grenade.
“And now, Mystery Fighter…Number…Twenty-Two!”
“FREAKAZOID!” (Freakazoid!)
(Super-teen-extraordinare! Freakazoid! Freakazoid!)
(Runs around in underwear! Freakazoid! Freakazoid!)
(Then saves Washington, DC! Freakazoid! Freakazoid!)
(Unless something better’s on TV! Freakazoid! Freakazoid!)
The wacky, blue-faced superhero emerged from the curtain to a loud cheer. Even though he had super speed, Freakazoid simply pointed his arms upwards and ran down to the ring.
“Woooosh! Woooosh!” Freakazoid said in glee as he charged down the ramp.
(His brain is overloading!)
(It has a chocolate coating!)
(Textbook case for Sigmund Frued! Freakazoid! Freakazoid!)
“Whee!!!” Freakazoid cheered as he jumped into the ring. The instant he landed, his super-speed kicked into gear and Freakazoid rushed off towards the fight between Sonic and Mario.
In a split second, Freakazoid was across the ring and standing beside Sonic. “Hi, little buddy! Can uncle Freakazoid interest you in a fight?” He asked.
“I’m sorta busy fighting my eternal rival here, dude.” Sonic replied.
Freakazoid zoomed in front of Sonic, pushing Mario out of the way. Sonic suddenly noticed that the wacky superhero was now dressed like Mario.
“Mama-mia! You a-wanted to get a a-fight with a-your rival, the great a-Mario?” Freakazoid asked with a cheesy Italian accent.
“Okay. This tournament has just become one of the top five strangest things I’ve ever been a part of.” Sonic shook his head.
“KING LION!” (KE)
Coming out from behind the curtain, King Lion was taken aback at the surprisingly warm reception the crowd was giving him.
“Hmm…They seem to like me a little more.” King Lion noted. “Maybe this can take my mind off of my defeat at the hands of those two boxers I had.”
A little more confident than before, King Lion took to the ring and made a break for Testament, whom was still trying to ward off the Stormtrooper and Jurgen. However, on the way over, King Lion tripped over Leon’s invisible foot and fell flat on his face.
“Watch where you run.” Leon chuckled as he materialized beside the fallen King Lion. “You may not trip next time.”
King Lion muttered something under his breath as he got to his feet.
“JR. TROOPA!” (PM)
“MAAAAAARIIIIIIIOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!” The young koopa screamed as he ran down the ramp leading into the ring, hoping to finally get revenge on Mario for the six consecutive losses to him in the first Paper Mario.
Mario looked ahead and saw Jr. Troopa coming over, waving his magic staff. Mario, knowing that Jr. Troopa could follow him, held up his arms and prepared to block.
Jr. Troopa charged forward until his head ran into something, preventing him from going any further. Looking up, Jr. Troopa saw that Jurgen had teleported in his path and was holding his hand against the small koopa’s head to prevent him from going any further.
Naturally, this made Jr. Troopa even angrier, as he took a few swings at the gothic vampire (missing narrowly each time). “Let me go, buster! I’ve got a date with that mustached moron over there!”
“Tsk. Tsk. Such a bad temper.” Jurgen scolded with a smirk. “Please. Allow me to be teaching you zhe right manners for a duel.”
“You’re asking for it!”
“NAKORURU!” (SS)
“This isn’t fair.” Nakoruru lamented. “I was hoping to double-team with Galford…”
The warrior of nature continued down to the ring, deciding to pick a fight with the one that eliminated Galford. However, she couldn’t see him anywhere in the ring (Leon had turned invisible again). Nakoruru chose to start a fight elsewhere and rushed over to vanquish the evil that was Sigma.
Reaching Sigma, Nakoruru jumped into the air and swung her dagger. However, she didn’t realize that Sigma was a robot and her attack simply bounced off the villain’s head.
Sigma turned and saw Nakoruru getting up, recovering from her failed attack. The villainous reploid smirked. “Nice try, but you’re going to have to do better than that.”
“Don’t ignore me!” Metaknight roared as he repeatedly stabbed Sigma in the kneecap (to no effect). “We have to finish our battle!”
“HEAVY D!” (KOF)
(It hardly seems like a year ago)
(That I packed my bags and some money I’d saved)
(I had a yearning to find myself)
(And to see this lad of the free and the brave)
The crowd cheered as Heavy D! stood outside the curtain, punching the air a few times. Like the previous tournament, D! had ‘American Man’ by Farrell & Farrell playing through the speakers.
(I saw my first mountain sunrise)
(From an appellation range)
(I felt a heavenly presence)
(And a rushing wind of change)
D! rushed down to the ring, prepared to take anyone on. The dark-skinned boxer jumped into the air and soared over the ropes leading into the ring.
(I am an American Man)
(I’m made of American dreams)
(I am an American Man)
(Returning to the things I once believed)
D! quickly sprung into action and rushed over to help Luigi and Sodom, giving Shen Long a Rolling Soul Driver to the face. Long’s clone recoiled, reverting him back to his human form again.
“Okay. Just wait for my signal and then we’ll-” D! said before suddenly realizing that both Luigi and Sodom had run off. “Just great.” He sighed as Shen Long pounced again.
(Dome; Restaurant)
“Thanks for the ice, mac!” Max waved to the restaurant owner as the security force left the restaurant.
Gumshoe moaned as he held a bag of ice against his head. “Some job this is turning out to be. “ He muttered. “I never had it this rough back home.”
“Back ‘back home’, you never had to deal with so many annoying fighters that just want to pound you into the ground.” Psymon supported.
“Maybe not, but I’ve dealt with Richard Wellington and Redd White.” Gumshoe replied. “I think it balances out.”
“Guh. Guh-guh.” Marilyn added, shaking her head. Being a shadow siren, even though she was fatigued, no physical damage to her body was visible. Because of this, Marilyn wasn’t needing an ice pack.
Marilyn looked up at Sergei as the group walked, seeing the huge rabbit holding a large bag of ice against his side. The huge rabbit was ashamed of the loss he and Marilyn had occurred, and his face was definitely showing it. The huge rabbit was so ashamed that he refused to make eye contact with anyone since the fight with Ganondorf ended.
The overweight shadow siren shook her head again, knowing that Sergei would be back to normal by the end of the night.
Max was bringing up the rear, and decided to take a look at the crystal shard he had found earlier. Searching his ‘pockets’ (wherever they may have been), Max was surprised when he came up with nothing.
“That’s strange. I don’t have it anymore…” Max pondered before realizing something. “Someone must’ve swiped it while I was watching Sergei and Marilyn getting their butts handed to them!”
(Dome; Hallway)
“DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The Servbot rounded another corner with the screaming Rabbid in hot pursuit, waving a spatula in the air. The two short fighters had been running ever since the Rabbid had chased the Servbot off, and neither were slowing down yet.
“Get away from me, you furry freak!” The Servbot shouted. “What does a man have to do to get you to leave him alone?!”
Of course, because he was incapable of speech, the Rabbid simply continued running, screaming like a maniac. Even if he would have been functioning properly and not like a war veteran, the Servbot would have known that the Rabbid wouldn’t listen.
“This isn’t the right way for a soldier to act!” The Servbot tried again. “A real soldier wouldn’t chase someone down like this! There’s no stealth at all!”
Because he wasn’t looking where he was going, the Servbot ran straight into someone’s leg. The Rabbid followed suit, slamming into the Servbot. Both short fighters peeled away from the leg and collapsed to the ground.
“What the heck?” Reptile asked, looking down at the two fighters that had just run into his leg.
“I didn’t know the pipsqueak convention was in town.” Mileena noted.
“I’m bored. You think Bison would mind if we skinned these two?” Baraka asked.
“I think the yellow one’s a robot.” Mileena replied. “I don’t think that would be possible for it.”
The two short fighters stood up and suddenly found themselves staring up at the three Mortal Kombat fighters. The Servbot and the Rabbid looked at each other.
“Uh…I propose a truce for now.” The Servbot suggested. The Rabbid quickly nodded. “We’re still one fighter short, though.”
“Oh, I have a lov-e-ly bunch of coconuts.” A familiar voice sang. “And there they are a-standing in a row.”
The five fighters turned and saw Gadget Z rolling down the hallway, his hammer slung over his shoulder.
“Hey, buddy! You think you can forget about what I did to you earlier and give us a hand here?” The Servbot asked.
“Heeeeeeere’s Johnny!” Gadget Z said as he rolled to a stop beside the two other short fighters.
“This is getting kinda freaky.” Baraka whispered to Mileena.
“Maybe so, but we can still win.” Mileena replied. “Let’s get them.”
(The Arena)
“RYOKO!” (WH)
“D!-san! D!-san!” The young brunette girl called out as she ran down to the ring, jumping in to run over to her hero.
Heavy D! gave Testament a hard punch to the face and turned to see Ryoko running over. “Oh. Hey, Ryoko.” He greeted. “I haven’t seen you all night. Where’ve you been?”
“We must’ve been just missing each other D!-san.” Ryoko replied, bowing in respect. “But are you in need of assistance? I will help you any way I can!”
D! smirked. “Sure thing, Ryoko. Help me beat on this grim reaper wannabe, will ya?” He asked.
“Of course, D!-san!” Ryoko nodded as she jumped in and attacked Testament.
(Announcer’s Booth)
“Why is Ryoko treating Heavy D! like she’s his biggest fan?” Tinyrocket asked.
“Again, that’s something no one told us.” SSBFreak replied, scratching his head. “I think D! saved her life during last year’s tournament or something.”
“And we had to guess that because we were both kept in the dark.” Unknown1 sighed.
(The Arena)
“MATT PALMATEER!” (TFS)
Up in the Eliminated Seating, Thomas Component MKII folded his arms and muttered something crude under his breath.
The white hedgehog wasted no time in getting down to the ring. Matt jumped into the arena, snapping his fingers at the same time.
“Author Snap!” Matt shouted while he was in midair as a shape started to form in his hands.
When Matt landed, he was holding a grenade launcher, which he quickly shot, launching a grenade over to the fight between Ashelin and Chun-Li. However, he wasn’t expecting the invisible Leon Powalski to be standing in the way. The invisible chameleon too the grenade to the back and was sent to the canvas, turning visible again.
Leon growled and got to his feet. “Who did that?!” Leon asked before looking at Snake, whom was standing nearby. “It was you, wasn’t it?!”
“Huh?” Snake asked before Leon pounced.
Matt, whom quickly realized what he had started, quickly put the grenade launcher away. “Whoops. Uh…Exit stage right.” The white hedgehog said as he pulled a large star from out of nowhere and surfed off on it to start a fight elsewhere.
“THOMAS!” (S3)
The unofficial ‘fourth hero’ of Suikoden 3 came out to a loud cheer. The brown-haired young boy gripped his sword in his hand, gulped nervously and quickly made his way down the ramp and into the ring.
Thomas ran over to help Hugo and Beecham, whom had just knocked Metaknight and Sodom away. “Flame Champion Hugo! Master Beecham!” The master of Budehuc Castle said as he rushed over.
“Oh! Hey, Thomas.” Hugo nodded.
“Greetings, Master Thomas.” Beecham greeted. “I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but you look a little nervous.”
Thomas did a quick scan of the ring. “Why would I be nervous? There’s a grim reaper lookalike, a creepy-looking vampire, a chameleon assassin, Street Fighter’s strongest woman and BOTH Mario brothers in the ring at the same time” He replied, counting off his fingers.
“Just stick with us, Thomas. You’ll do fine.” Hugo assured.
“JEDAH!” (DS)
Doing a quick scan of the ring, Jedah cursed his luck when he saw Metaknight still in the arena. The winged warrior was probably still cross, so the blue demon lord made a mental note to steer clear of him.
Stepping into the ring, Jedah was about to go over and slash Terry Bogard when a blur of blue knocked him to the ground. Jedah looked up and found himself staring into the eyes of a familiar wolfman.
J. Talbain cracked his knuckles. “You like that, Jedah? Well, there’s more where that came from.” He chuckled.
“You fool.” Jedah growled. “You know not of whom you’re dealing with.”
“On the contrary, I know EXACTLY whom I’m dealing with.” J. Talbain replied with a smirk.
“RAX!” (EC)
The cyborg kickboxer came out to a relatively warm reception and made his way down to the ring, waving to the crowd. Activating the jets on his legs, RAX boosted himself into the arena and landed on his feet with a metallic thud.
“Hmm…Where should I go first?” RAX mused, using his robotic eye to scan the ring. “The Suikoden fighters are teaming up, and there’s no WAY I’ll survive against a big hitter like Mario or Sonic.”
The cyborg stepped back as Matt Palmateer jumped off his floating star and landed in front of RAX. “You looking for something?” The white hedgehog asked as he took notice of the newcomer.
“Actually, I’m looking for a fight.” RAX mused as he looked down at Matt and smirked. “I think you’ll do fine.”
“And now, the final fighter of this section…”
“WOLF HAWKFIELD!” (VF)
The crowd cheered at the Canadian wrestler that emerged from the curtain. Letting out his trademark wolf howl for a moment, Wolf lunged down the ramp and leapt into the ring headfirst.
Landing on the canvas (with a loud thud), Wolf looked around, seeing that he was the only Virtua Fighter in the ring. He was about to run over and help J. Talbain with Jedah when he heard rapid footsteps approaching him. Ducking down low, Wolf allowed his would-be attacker to soar over his head, the attemted flyign kick failing to make contact.
Whip landed on her feet and turned, smirking. “Impressive evasive skills.” She noted. “You should consider a career as an Ikari Warrior.”
“Sorry, lady. I’m a wrestler.” Wolf said, slapping his fist into his palm. “I don’t think I’d be qualified.
“You’d be surprised at what Ralf and Clark were before they joined.” Whip chuckled as she pulled out her whip and snapped it at the redheaded wrestler. “But enough of this. Fight!”
Wolf smirked. “You got it, lady.” He replied.
