Little Mac gets Registered

"kzzt! Hello, Sir? Over here! kzzt!" A robotic voice called. Looking around for a source, Little Mac's eyes fell upon a robot behind a counter. Approaching the interesting figure, it seemed very excited to see him.

"kzzt! Greetings! My database informs me that you are the Bruiser from the Bronx Little Mac, is that correct! kzzt"

"Yep, the one and only!" he replied confidently, swelling a bit with pride.

"kzzt! Wonderful. We are so happy to have you on our island. I am a Robotic Operating Buddy, or R.O.B. for short! Me and my fellow units will assist you with anything you need during the tournament! kzzt!" Reaching under the counter, the robot produced a stack of paperwork along with a pen. "kzzt! If you could sign this, I can give you your star pieces and get you officially enrolled! kzzt!"

"Always paperwork!" The teen grumbled, taking the pen and skimming the contract. Most of it was just general procedural stuff. The island was not liable for any injuries, not liable for lost belongings, etcetera etcetera. All of it he had seen time and time again and barely demanded a glance. Then he got to the defeat category...

Little Mac had mixed feelings about the special rules regarding losses. On one hand, he was certainly excited about the prospect of getting a chance with all the beautiful women on the island. With his boxing career taking up so much time, he had never had much time for girls. He was quite pent up, to say the least.

On the other hand, though, if he did lose... well, he was not sure how excited he would be to be on the receiving end! Still, fear of failure had never stopped him before. Grabbing the pen, he signed the rest of the contract.

"kzzt! Excellent, you are now a registered Ultimate Fighter. Here are your initial star pieces! kzzt!" Opening its robot hand, three star pieces are dropped onto the table.

Reaching out, Little Mac grabbed the star pieces. According to the rules, the star pieces have to be kept somewhere visible, so he affixed them to the waistband of his gym shorts. Like a championship belt!

"kzzt! That's not all you'll need! kzzt!" The R.O.B. adds, dropping a bag on the table as well. Inside are a multitude of circular pills, the cross symbol of Ultimate Island emblazoned on them. "kzzt! These are stocks! Taking one rejuvenates a competitor, returning them to their full strength! Are you familiar with their use in this competition? kzzt!"

"Oh, uhhh..." Little Mac rubbed the back of his neck, a bit embarrassed. He never was good with homework.

"kzzt! No worries! Each match is a three stock game. Competitors take one before the match, and one each time they are knocked out of the arena. Three stocks per game, so when you get knocked out the third time, you are defeated. kzzt!"

Little Mac nodded in affirmation. It was certainly different than the rulesets he was used to, but he was sure he'd get the hang of it.

"kzzt! Well, now that you are registered and supplied, you can wander the island as you see fit. Good luck and happy smashing! kzzt!"

Now fully registered, the teen had no hesitation about what his next move was. He scanned the dock, his eyes soon resting on his target. Wii Fit Trainer had also completed registration, and was on their way to shore. Running to catch up, he moved to block their path.

"Hey there!" Mac yelled, very excited for his first match. "Looks like we are both registered. How about we get our first match over with?"

Artist Credit: Djorjx