A man in a green loose shirt with many rips and white pants stood in a corner. He wore a hat and around his fingers and hands were wraps with a triforce on it. Next to him, a very stout man in a white tank top and red pants stood. His huge black mustache covered part of his face, he was sweating from the heat and nervousness of what lied ahead.
They were partners, blood brothers, and were stuck in a hellhole. No matter what happened, they would always be side by side, through the thick and thin as long as they lived.
"Are you ready brother?" Link asked, his voice was scratchy and his eyes were dark, showing his angst, love, sadness and happiness.
"Of course, I'm always ready," Mario said. Mario always had a good look on things, no matter what happened, despite everything he went through. They both double checked themselves to make sure everything was ready. They could not lose this fight.
Ten years ago, Link, Mario and ten others were kidnapped and forced to fight in an underground kickboxing ring. The hosts were to greedy men, Master hand and Crazy Hand. Wait they say goes, and if anyone disobeys, they get cut. They hold a tournament every once in a while, and the winners get freedom. Then, the hands rake in even more slaves. The kickboxing matches are tag team, but if one person is knocked unconscious, the other team wins. Hundreds of people, rich and poor, go to see the matches. But the tournament, thousands. It was a big deal to everyone, and all the Smashers at SSB would fight with twice the courage and endurance and power. The fist tournament, Luigi and Ness won. No one ever saw them again. The second tournament, Roy and Mewtoo won. Now one saw them again. And now, it's time again after seven long years to see who will win and die.
