Twin_A
Smash Champion
(boredom set in)
Twas the week before genesis, where from coast to coast,
Every smasher was preparing, but who trained the most?
The tech skills were practiced, buttons pushed with such care,
With hopes that 10k, soon would be theirs.
SideFX was awake, couldn't sleep in his bed,
While visions of epicness danced thru his head,
And Germ with his Link, and King with his Puff,
Were all too prepared, to show off their stuff.
When out of no where, there arose such a clatter,
Mang0 said he's going, says he's getting first, second doesn't really matter.
Away to the registrants I flew like I had wings,
Perhaps the name I will next see, was that of Mew2Kings.
Brawlers have been training, like you wouldn't know,
Ally just chuckled, and said "look out below!"
When, what to my wonderous eyes should I spy,
But there standing tall, was DieSuperFly.
With his classic snake, and his MK so quick,
I knew in a moment, this tourney will be sick!
More ownage than Whobo, more screaming than ROM,
If you can't go yet, then start cring to your mom.
"Now Momma, now Poppa! I'll clean up the kitchen!
I'll clean my room I'll walk the dogs, I'll even stop b*tchen!
I'll stop ditching school, I'll do whatever if I can go,
Because I want to be the one who beats that guy DoJo."
As well trained as Spartans before heading out to war,
These smashers know whats at stake, they've been here before,
So away from our beds, and off to our Wiis,
In the midnight hours we're training, to beat those over seas,
And then in a vision, I had in a dream,
Perhaps the winner is yet undetermined, or so it would seem,
Will it be Ally, or Kage, maybe Hugrybox,
Or will it be Shiz, with his Falco and Fox?
Maybe this one will be different, and we'll see such a sight,
Maybe it will be won by a no name, not maining a Meatknight
And melee's winner will be a low tier, not to make an innuendo,
I heard that theres a good Bowser, used by DJ Nintendo,
Our eyes are so focused, our pride on the line,
Our airline tickets ready, hoping our flight is on time,
Our ramada rooms purchased, months in advance,
Training room to room the night before, this could be our last chance,
The controllers held close, while the losers frown,
If Isai shows up, he'll be wearing a crown,
There will be so many smashers, skinny and big belly,
In such a compact place, it will probably get smelly,
We'll sleep not a night, to excited we'll be,
Wondering were in the brackets, our names we will see,
I see me and Bob, and some guy name Hecter,
I'm in a pool with all no names!! ...who's Silent Spectre!?
The morning will come, register we will,
And we'll have such a blast, time will stand still,
Some matches will be epic, some will be tragic,
And were will I be? I'll be the twin doing card magic
Awesome smashing to all, and to all a good fight!
-Twin_A
Twas the week before genesis, where from coast to coast,
Every smasher was preparing, but who trained the most?
The tech skills were practiced, buttons pushed with such care,
With hopes that 10k, soon would be theirs.
SideFX was awake, couldn't sleep in his bed,
While visions of epicness danced thru his head,
And Germ with his Link, and King with his Puff,
Were all too prepared, to show off their stuff.
When out of no where, there arose such a clatter,
Mang0 said he's going, says he's getting first, second doesn't really matter.
Away to the registrants I flew like I had wings,
Perhaps the name I will next see, was that of Mew2Kings.
Brawlers have been training, like you wouldn't know,
Ally just chuckled, and said "look out below!"
When, what to my wonderous eyes should I spy,
But there standing tall, was DieSuperFly.
With his classic snake, and his MK so quick,
I knew in a moment, this tourney will be sick!
More ownage than Whobo, more screaming than ROM,
If you can't go yet, then start cring to your mom.
"Now Momma, now Poppa! I'll clean up the kitchen!
I'll clean my room I'll walk the dogs, I'll even stop b*tchen!
I'll stop ditching school, I'll do whatever if I can go,
Because I want to be the one who beats that guy DoJo."
As well trained as Spartans before heading out to war,
These smashers know whats at stake, they've been here before,
So away from our beds, and off to our Wiis,
In the midnight hours we're training, to beat those over seas,
And then in a vision, I had in a dream,
Perhaps the winner is yet undetermined, or so it would seem,
Will it be Ally, or Kage, maybe Hugrybox,
Or will it be Shiz, with his Falco and Fox?
Maybe this one will be different, and we'll see such a sight,
Maybe it will be won by a no name, not maining a Meatknight
And melee's winner will be a low tier, not to make an innuendo,
I heard that theres a good Bowser, used by DJ Nintendo,
Our eyes are so focused, our pride on the line,
Our airline tickets ready, hoping our flight is on time,
Our ramada rooms purchased, months in advance,
Training room to room the night before, this could be our last chance,
The controllers held close, while the losers frown,
If Isai shows up, he'll be wearing a crown,
There will be so many smashers, skinny and big belly,
In such a compact place, it will probably get smelly,
We'll sleep not a night, to excited we'll be,
Wondering were in the brackets, our names we will see,
I see me and Bob, and some guy name Hecter,
I'm in a pool with all no names!! ...who's Silent Spectre!?
The morning will come, register we will,
And we'll have such a blast, time will stand still,
Some matches will be epic, some will be tragic,
And were will I be? I'll be the twin doing card magic
Awesome smashing to all, and to all a good fight!
-Twin_A
