In the control room of the Xtreme Collosium, [Hey, you try to come up with a
good name on the spot] Dave was making the final preparations for the
tournament, and he and Sylia were talking over a videophone.

"The last few fighters are coming in now." Sylia said. "Samus Aran, Felicia,
Guybrush Freep- I mean- THREEPwood, Raziel, Wesker-"

"Yeah, keep an eye on him. He's *real* nasty."

Sylia continued. "Mink, and Pacman. Ken and Ryu weren't going to come, but
have decided to watch and see how it goes. Ryoko, Tenchi, and Ayeka haven't
responded, Terry Bogard, and Mai "me so bouncey" Shiranui have both
declined."

"That means we need seven replacements."

"Hey," said a blonde man at the door, "my names Zell Dincht and-"

"I'm Pitfall Harry. When am I supposed to fight?"

"Let's see, Zell, you're fighting later today. Harry, you aren't up 'till
tommorow." the two men left. Dan walked in.

"How's it going buddy?"

"Not too bad." Dave turned back to Sylia. "I already have one replacement.
Where can we get the others...?" A buzzer went off by the monitor. "That's
what I thought. Sylia, send the Knight Saber's to check on Gene. Non-lethal
action." Sylia nodded and the monitor shut itself off.

"What was that?"

"Oh, nothing four heavily-armed women can't handle. It also means I was
right, and we only need five more replacements." Dave said with a smirk.

"Do you have anyone lined up?"

"No, actually-"

"We're joining." Dave and Dan jumped about three feet in the air, and turned
to the door. Standing there was Solid Snake and Meryl Silverburgh.

"Uh... huh?" Dave said, with a not-so-intelligent look on his face.

"We're going to go get ready." Snake said as he and Meryl walked away.

"Are you going to just let him do that?" Dan asked.

"Are you going to tell one of the most dangerous men in the universes that
he isn't going to get his way?"

"Well, on second thought, I think he may be a big draw for the tournament."

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking."

"Eh, boss, look what we found." Priss said as she and Linna dragged in a
very unhappy Ryoko, who was held in an electronic net.

"Y'know, Ryoko, you are very predictable. I knew the first thing you were
going to do was go after my genie."

"Heh, not bad kid. I promise I won't do it ever again. Now *let* *me* *go*."
Dave hit a button on the control board, releasing Ryoko.

"Just so you know, there isn't going to be a moment from now until you leave
this diminsion that you aren't going to be tailed by a dozen security
members and video cameras."

"Oh, I'm glad you have such faith in me." Ryoko said in her most sarcasm
coated tone.

"What did Tenchi and Ayeka say about the tournament?"

"Oh, I think the post office screwed up or something, because they never got
thier invitations." Ryoko smirked as she flew off.

"What was that?" Dan asked.

"Oh, well, she just tried to steal my genie, and she destroyed the
invitations of two other people I had my eye on joining." Dave sat down in
his seat. "Linna, would you ask Sylia to try to find two people in the crowd
called Revolver Ocelot and Olga and try to talk them into joining the
tournament. If they refuse, tell her to drop Snakes name. They won't be able
to resist." Linna and Priss nodded and left the room.

"This is a lot more complicated than I thought." Dan said.

"Don't worry, after the first night, it's clear sailing." Dave smiled.

"Y'know, everytime you say somethings "clear sailing," it always turns out
to be a tital wave."

Dave glared at Dan. "Shut up and get ready for our first broadcast."

"Aren't we missing a fighter?"

"We'll have to make do."

"Excuse me, gentlemen." Geese Howard said, as he walked into the room. He
was followed by his bodyguard, Billy Kane. "I couldn't help but overhear
your little problem. I believe I may be able to help you."

MEANWHILE, IN THE FIGHTERS LOUNGE:

King had set up her bar, with permission from Dave. In exchange for a cut,
of coarse.

Ryoko walked, still pissed about her thwarted attempt to steal the genie. In
a situation like this, there was only one option.

Get falling down drunk.

She walked to the bar, and ordered a bottle of sake.

"Excuse me, but are you Ryoko?"

"Yeah, who wants to know?" Ryoko spun around on the barstool and came
face-to-face with a six foot heavily armed mech.

"My name is Samus Aran. I hope to see you in the tournament."

"Uh-huh. Any particular reason you have it out for me?"

"I'm a bounty-hunter." Samus replied. "You come from a different universe,
but money is money. Do me a favor and try to last long enough for us to
meet."

"Beautiful. I'm not here an hour and I already have a rival."

***

IN THE HALLWAY:

"This is great." Ken Masters said as he walked into the lounge, followed by
his close friend, Ryu Hoshi. "All these great fighters, and for once, none
of them want to kick my ass."

"Outta the way!" Mink, a half dragon-half human teenager, and her two
friends, Rufa and Pia speed down the hall on roomservice carts.

"I don't know how to stop!"

"Hit the brake, Pia!" Rufa yelled.

"It's a roomservice cart! There is no brake!" Pia screamed as she rammed
full speed into Ryu, knocking him clean out a window. Now, being thrown out
a first story window wouldn't be a problem for Ryu, had this window not been
situated to get the best view of a cliff. Ryu fell five hundred feet. Good
thing his fall was broken by all those big jagged rocks.

"Oh my God! We killed Ryu!" Mink screamed.

"You little bastards!" Ken yelled.

MEANWHILE, IN BISON'S SUPER SECRET HIDEOUT [AKA HIS HOTEL ROOM]:

"All right gentlemen, let's begin." Bison said. He was standing in front of
a blackboard, with Vega and Balrog seated in those irritating little school
desks from forth grade. "We must come up with a plan to do evil things, so
that we may maximize our evilness potential. Yes, Balrog?"

"Why do we need to do evil stuff?"

"Because we're evil, and we must teach these people what happens when they
exclude Mikhail Bison. Now, does anyone have any ideas for evil plans? Yes,
Vega?"

"Don't we always lose, no matter how good or evil our plans are?" Vega's
answer was a foot strategically placed in his mouth.

"NO STUPID QUESTIONS! Now, how do you think we may be able to do more,
better, BIGGER evil stuff?" Balrog raised his hand. "Yes, Balrog?"

"Well, why don't we try to kidnap that genie? I've seen him wandering around
the hotel in a drunken stupor, so we should be able to easily capture him.
Then, we can wish for whatever we want."

"Great plan, Balrog! Once I have that genie in my grasp, I shall show these
people the true power of Meryl Bison!"

XTREME COLLOSIUM 3:00 P.M.:

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the first ever Xtreme Fighting
Tournament!" Dave smiled. The crowd cheered. Dan snored. "Wake up, old man!"
Dave whispered at Dan. While he kicked him, of coarse.

"The rules of the tournament are as follows."

RULES OF THE XFT TOURNAMENT

1: "There are no ties, each match must have a clear winner."

2: "This a single elimination tournament. Win or go home."

3: "The winner of the match is the fighter who receives the most votes. If
there is a tie, the winner is determined by whoever got the last vote."

"I thought the winner of the fight was determined by who was the better
fighter."

"Stop pointing out plot-holes, Dan."

"But it's so much fun!"

4: "There will be a two week time limit for people to vote. Any votes after
that won't be counted."

5: "All ballots must have votes for every match. Any that don't will be
considered incomplete and won't be counted."

"Getting a little militaristic, aintcha Dave?"

"Quiet, you."

"Someone get that dog outta here!" Dave yelled. Deke and Glas came in and
dragged Mr. Peabody out.

"Now, onto our first fight, Jimmy Lee versus our mystery fighter!" Dave
turned to Geese, who was holding what looked like a remote control for an RC
car. "This thing's going to perform, right?"

"Of coarse. Don't worry about it." Geese smirked.

MEANWHILE:

Jimmy Lee was already in the ring, doing streches. He knew he had to
perform, or else deal with the shame of losing in the first round. That...
would suck. Putting it out of his mind, he went back to kicking and punching
his invisable opponent.

He wondered who his real opponent would be. He was told he would be fighting
a "mystery fighter." He couldn't decide if not knowing who he would fight
was a blessing or a curse.

"And now, our mystery fighter," Dave's voice echoed through the collosium,
"Robo-Pikachu!"

"*WHAT?!*" the entire crowd yelled in unison.

"PIIIIIIII. KAAAAAAAAAA. CHUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" a robotic pikachu the size of a
small tank slowly stomped to the ring. Jimmy was fairly certain that it had
crushed his hopes in one of those stomps.

Geese smirked to himself, as he controlled every move Robo-Pikachu made. No
one could stop his new pet.

"Fighters. Take your places. Asume your stances. And FIGHT!" Dave yelled.

WILL JIMMY SURVIVE?

WILL BISON AND THE PUSSY CATS GET THIER PAWS ON GENE?

WHO'LL BE THE NEXT TO DIE?

GO VOTE AND MAYBE I'LL TELL YOU! :)