TACKET BEATS THE **** OUT OF MEW2KING (FANFIC 18+ ONLY)
I remember it like it was yesterday. A long summer's day. Everybody and their families were out enjoying their summer Sun, except professional Brawlers of course. As we all know Sun is their poison and they substitute the vital heat energy for broken AC's in cramped rooms filled with other sweaty nerds. The big tournament at the time was WHOBO. This time I had actually showed up. I had made it all the way to the Top 4. Completely and vigorously wrecking anyone who dare appose my daytime hat Jigglypuff. I was supposed to face Mew2King next round; however, something unexpected had happened. Mew2King, just finihing up his pre game fap to Peach Rule 34, came up to me and placed his hands on my shoulders and got on his knees. He said he knew how good I was at this game, and he knew how bad he was. He knew that there was no way in Hell he would be leaving this match alive. Needless to say I looked at my right shoulder and beat the living **** out of Mew2King for touching me with his sweaty fap hand. I called my right-hand-man Sorg to bring me a new T-Shirt. As I lifted my shirt and exposed my Herculean body, every girl in the room had simultaneous orgasisms. According to myths 100 hymens were busted at that moment. I then returned Sorg to his Pokéball and stared at this lower lifeform laying in a pool of his own blood. I reluctantly agreed to take a fall in the next round after gazing upon his atrocious receeding hairline. It reminded me of my son, who was brutally murdered by me for showing signs of male pattern baldness. How I missed him.
There it was...Jigglypuff VS. Metaknight. The winner going on to face Inui in the winner's finals. Bystanders at Dave N Buster's were placing bets. According to myths, over $1,000,000,000 and a single Euro was lost that day when M2K barely beat me sandbagging. Congrats, I said as I threw my controller at his forehead and walked outside to have a little smoke. Some goons tried to kick my *** on the way for blowing their life savings, but they were no match for my Devil Fruit power. CUMU CUMU NO PISTOL. A giant phallus then emerged from my palm and it performed a maneuver similar to Fox's U-Smash. Knocking them sky high with infinite force. The phallus then snapped back into its spot and I cooly exited the scene. 5 female cops observed the scene, 5 police hymens were broken that day.
As I sat outside enjoying 2 cigarettes at the same time like a G, I heard a familiar voice. Turns out it was my old friend from 'Nam, Illmatic. He asked why I had given up that match. I started to tear up as I told him the reason. He then gasped in pure shock of my motives. His surprise quickly turned into anger as he socked me right in the jaw. He revealed to me the sad secret of Mew2King. That he wasn't really balding. Turns out it was all a clever trick to get him past the kindhearted, benevolent, Tacket at WHOBO. I dropped both cigarettes from mouth as my jaw dropped in awe. I clinched my fists so hard that the locket of my dead son was obliterated. Illmatic asked what I was gonna do as I headed back into Dave N Buster's. I looked back and told him the only thing I could do. Kill Mew2King.
I got to the door and all of sudden three people dropped down, Kennispam, Izumi, and Nicole. They weren't going to let me get by so I knew I had to kill them as well. I glared at Ken and decided he would die first. COMU COMU NO KNIFE. A large phallus then emerged from somewhere and performed a technique similar to Marth's F-Smash, needless to say Ken was killed in one awesome hit. Nicole's hymen broke. I then glared at Izumi to let him know he was next. COMU COMU NO BLAST. The phallus performed a technique similar to Falco's Neutral B shooting an white laser made of an unknown substance. Izumi cowered in fear as each one hit him... Shockingly though none of them affected. He then mocked me, and asked how any phallus related attacks would effect him. THE ULTIMATE PEDO. I fell to one knee in despair knowing my attacks would not work. As he was about to finish me off, a mysterious black man in a Lady Gaga T Shirt, a speedo, and navy cowgirl boots came to my rescue. To my shock, it was Fūjin, the myth. He battled Izumi for a good five minutes and I decided I would take care of Nicole. She tried to attack me, but naturally all of her attacks were absolutely useless. They were actually healing me a bit. I decided I would have to take care of her the only way I knew how. I pulled down my trousers exposing my alarmingly ginormous birthmark on my ***, and took her to the Dave N Buster's bathroom. S (What hapoens in this sentence detailing what happened in the bathroom is up to your imagination. The first letter of this sentence is s and the last is e) e. I think her death was the most gruesome and ironic. I had touched her brain's medula oblongota leaving her completely paralyzed and slightly ******** in her last moments. Sad, we could've been friends if we met under different circumstances. I saw Fūjin again, except this time, he was dead. His head had been cut off by the mighty I'm Gonna Block You For Calling Me A Pedo forearm slice. It had only been rumored to exist. I came to terms with my death as he walked towards me ready to chop. Suddenly, I came up with a plan. "Hey, are there seven, naked 12 year old girls out there having a tickle fight?", I said. He ran outside at light speed and was hit by oncoming traffic. The only honorable death of the day.
I then lit a cigarette and busted into the WHOBO backroom. I cornered Mew2King and told him he'd been exposed. He chuckled and said he was unbeatable as he performed a secret dance and turned into a...Alpha Level Dweller, only rumored to exist. He charged at me at his slightly pathetic topspeed. COMU COMU ANTI CLIMAX. I charged up my phallus and performed a technique similar to DK Punch knocking Mew2King into space absolutely ruining the climax of this fanfic. Inui became the champion by default. His first major win since 2003. He ran up to me and thanked me for this. I patted him on the head and gave him a bag a dirty toenail clippings and foot bunions. His fetish. I told him it was no biggie as I grinned and lit a cigarette. Everybody jumped into the air and freeze framed except me because freeze framing ain't cool as we celebrated the happy ending....
....and that was when Ally, winner of loser's emerged from the bathroom, and completely wrecked Inui in grand finals. Inui was heartbroken and killed himself that night, but I didn't care. I was still the champ that day.