| GCB Fanfics: Vs. Mode |
Vs. Mode - Samus vs. Isaac"Glad to have you back with us! We're just about ready to begin the final battle of the day," Brock says as Norfair II begins to blare over the loudspeakers. "Hold on. That's not Samus' intro music!" The background chants start to be heard as a familiar scourge flies into the arena. "My goodness, it's Ridley!" Lucca shouts as the big, bony, purple dragon-like monstrosity lands in center of the ring and gives a loud screech, to the delight of the Space Pirates. "What's he doing here? He's not in the tournament." "I think we're about to find out," Brock nervously replies as Ridley turns toward the two announcers and flies over to them slowly. The Space Pirate general lands heavily and smiles at the duo, revealing his rows of razor-sharp teeth and a good amount of drool. Although Brock is nearly white as a sheet, Lucca doesn't show her fear. She had faced down Lavos, and he was much scarier than this fiend. Ridley exhales through his nostrils, forming wispy clouds in the cold climate that soon faded away. "Ridley," Lucca begins, "It's... quite an honor to have you join us." The dragon responds in a deep, throaty voice, "The pleasure is all mine, Miss Lucca." Ridley's yellow eyes flash briefly before he continues, "I would like the chance to give my opinion about how the Hunter shall fight." Lucca looks over to see Brock still shaking like a leaf. "Um... sure! Why not? Here, speak into this," she says, putting Brock's microphone closer to Ridley. "Thank you." "You're pretty polite for a dragon." Ridley chuckles at Lucca's compliment. "You," he said threateningly while making eye contact with Brock, "Be a pal, and get me some nachos and a root beer, would ya?" Brock would have widened his eyes if he could. "I'm a little short of cash," he answers while rummaging through his pockets. "Oh, sorry." Ridley uses his scrawny arms to toss a Pirate Express card to Brock. "There you go." Brock, having no other choice, left to fill Ridley's order. "Aren't you cold?" Lucca asks. "Nah, deep space is much colder than this. Kraid's the one who doesn't like cold. He and his fat butt wouldn't even try to leave his cozy lair in Brinstar." "Wait, wasn't Zebes destroyed?" The purple dragon smiles. "That's what we like you to think." This response prompts Lucca to dig up even more dirt on the Space Pirates. "May I ask what you think of your boss, Mother Brain?" Ridley laughs out loud. "Give me a break! Who's afraid of Miss Brain in a Jar? I'm the Hunter's true enemy!" "Right... then that explains why you've been pounded by her four times." "Exactly!" "One last question. How did you achieve that look in Prime?" "It wasn't easy wearing 500 pounds of steel, but it was definitely worth it." At this point, Brock returns with the food. Ridley grabs the nachos and tosses them, tray and all, into his mouth. He then uses his long tail to grasp the large cup of root beer, downing the contents in one gulp. "That was quite good. Seconds, please." Brock wanders off again, muttering to himself all the while. Super Metroid's Brinstar theme begins to play as Samus Aran, wearing her Varia Suit, enters to a highly supportive crowd. "Here comes the hometown favorite," Lucca says. "Samus is basically a one-woman army, wielding an incredible number of weapons that all happen to fit in her Power Suit." "I can tell you, from experience, those Super Missiles hurt!" "Last year, Samus made it to the Elite Eight. She was embroiled in controversy over her victory against Sonic, but that died down once she fell to Sephiroth." The theme to Golden Sun plays as Isaac and Felix enter to derisive growls from the Space Pirates. "Isaac and Felix are newcomers to the GCB, but they have magic and the powers of the Djinn on their side. Can one of these little guys pull off a stunning upset?" Lucca asks as Isaac hops into the ring. "Ha! The Hunter is facing that runt? He won't last a minute." "Well, we try to give everyone a fair shake before their match, Ridley. I have a feeling, though, that you're right. Samus is just way too versatile, but she does seem a little overconfident, opting for only the Varia Suit. We'll see as Ref-Bot is about to start this match!" "Players, to your positions. Player 1, ready?" "Ready," Samus says through her digitally synthesized voice. "Player 2, ready?" "Ready!" Isaac says as he draws his sword. "Combatants ready. Raise force barriers. Match 08, Samus vs. Isaac. 3, 2, 1... fight!" "Since Brock's not here, power's on; game's started! Isaac begins to bring out his Earth Djinn, as Samus fires away with her Power Beam. The boy takes a few hits, but they don't seem to bother him that much. Now, Isaac responds with his psynergy, Stone Spire! Samus was grazed as she Space Jumped away from the attack." "Stop playing around! Roast that runt!" "And Isaac has just summoned Judgment! Even in that armored suit, that has to hurt! Samus recovers and rolls up into her Morph Ball. Isaac is having a hard time tracking the speedy ball, and Samus makes him pay by laying a Power Bomb! That sends Isaac high into the air, where he becomes easy pickings for Samus' trademark Screw Attack!" "That's more like it! Now, toast him with the Plasma Beam!" "I don't think that's what she'll do. Samus grabs Isaac with her Grapple Beam and puts the squeeze on him with a submission hold! Isaac is completely helpless as he tells the ref to stop the match." "Winner: Samus." Ridley and the Space Pirates growl in disappointment. "That was a pathetic show of compassion." "Maybe so, but I definitely give Samus credit. She chose the least destructive way to end this match." Brock finally returns with more nachos and root beer. "Here's your food," he grumbles, knowing he missed the battle. "Ah, keep it. I've lost my appetite, anyway. Thanks for having me on, Lucca," Ridley says as he flies off. "That wraps up our show here in the Phendrena Drifts. Our next show will be live from the fabulous Gold Saucer! For Brock and Max, I'm Lucca, and we hope to see you next time on Vs. Mode!" Bonus! <Warning> The following contains scenes which some may consider tasteless and completely unnecessary. Reader discretion is advised. </Warning> Isaac wearily made his way down the corridor to the locker rooms. That guy he just fought was way too tough for him to take down. Now that he was out of the tournament, he would be behind Felix all the way. Isaac had his hand on the hex door, when he was suddenly hit hard in the face. The boy rubbed his cheek as he tried to find his attacker. "Who did that?!" "I did!" answered a voice above him. Isaac looked up and got the surprise of his life. "A pole?!" "Not just any poll! I'm the Bonus Poll of the Day! Now, fight me!" "I don't believe this." "What's the matter? Afraid you'll lose?" Isaac gritted his teeth. "I'll show you!" The boy tried his best, but he got constantly whacked by his opponent. Even with his best psynergies, Isaac did some serious damage, but was swept by the poll before it jumped on him, ending the fight. The poll blew a raspberry before hopping away to seek its next victim. Next Entry Back |