FC Fighters 2 G.S.C.: Chp 1

Chp 1: Relaxing Morning.
It was a quiet morning at Woodhaven Forest as Rock snored calmly under one of the many oak trees. 'Nothing could possible go wrong.' he thought as the sun shined through the treetops. Suddenly Rock felt someone poking his arm. He raised an eyebrow to see a familier flicky trying to get his attention by pecking his arm. "What do you want Zappy?" he smiled at his flicky friend. Zappy chirpped with a bit of glee. "Eh?" said Rock with a yawn, "There's a big comotion down by the campground?" Zappy chripped with confermation. "Not interested." said Rock as her turned over to go back to sleep. Zappy jumped towards his head and peck hard a few times. "Hey, hey!" cursed Rock as he tried to shoo the flicky away, "Knock it off!" Zappy Cawed in fustration and a small bolt of lightning hit Rock's body. "Yeouch!" he yelped as he jumped to his feet, "Alright, already! I'll go and cheack it out!" Zappy chripped happily as Rock walked towards the campground. He could see a big crowd around one of the tree stump tables and a well dressed ragcoon dog standing on it. As he approched, Rock heard the Raccoon Dog talking with a heavy parisians accent. "Zo, madams and missures. I, Françoir Saulnier, will be hosting a fighting tournament. Zis grand event zall ztart zin the coming dayz." he said. "What's the prize?!" called out one of the onlookers. "Mon Duir." said Françoir with a sneer, "If vous donne me la chanze, I zall Show Vous!" Rock watched as Françoir reached into his pocket and pulled out a triangular cyan colored gemstone. The bottem was rounded as if it was part of a sphere, while the top was jagged as if it was broken off something. "Volla!" said Françoir with glee, "Zis rare treasuer I found in ze waters nord of Westside Island. It could be worth millionz to whomever winz my tournament." The crowd, awed by the prize, fell into a deep scilence. "Iz zere any one here who wishes to partake in mon pitie tourament?" asked Françoir. As the crowd looked at each other, Rock thought to himself, 'That is a very tempting offer...Maybe I'll...' "Do we have a volinteer?" asked Françoir. Suddenly Zappy flew above Rock and motioned down towards him. "Zappy!" hissed Rock as the Raccon Dog took notice. "Vous, perhaps?" he said pointing at Rock. On the spot, Rock thought for a moment and anwsered "I'll do it!" The crowd cheered as Rock walked towards Françoir with Zappy flying around his head. "And you are?" asked Françoir. "The Name's Rock and this is my little buddy Zappy." replied Rock, "We'll take on anyone you can throw at us!" "Well then, monsure Rock...." said Françoir, "I welcome vous in my tournament." The crowd cheered as Rock thought to himself 'I hope this goes better then when I entered the Green Hill Games...'