Eeny Meeny Miny Moe
Prologue
The moon was full and bright, piercing the darkness of the night. Most of the younger Smashers were sound asleep. But the older ones were still wide awake; enjoying their free time away from the children. But four of these Smashers were enjoying their time differently. Among these, a cynical wolf, an ace-pilot falcon, an aura manipulating lupine, and a sword-wielding prince. Wolf O'Donnell, Falco Lombardi, Lucario, and Marth Lowell. And (once again), they were fighting for a reason that even they forgot. But they were insistent on settling it. To do so, they were competing in a five-stock match on the Distant Planet stage.
Wolf was currently leading with three lives remaining and only twenty four percent damage. Marth and Lucario were already eliminated from the match. Lucario was downed by the rushing water and Marth was swallowed by the Bulborb. But this match was almost done. Falco's final life was hanging by a thread. His damage percentage was at a whopping two hundred seventy four percent. He was panting heavily, while Wolf had barely broken a sweat.
"Give up yet?" Wolf said with a smirk on his face. Falco, using his knees for support, put up a hand, signaling his intent to answer.
"I...I..." the avian trailed off in his panting.
"I'll take that as a yes," Wolf snickered. And Falco, unable to move due to exhaustion, just stood there, watching as Wolf jumped overhead, and expertly preformed a Dair Spike. This launched Falco slightly into the air, giving Wolf the perfect opportunity to use his signature Fire Wolf aerial attack. It sent Falco far off the boundary of the stage-effectively ending the match.
The computerized Smashers returned to reality through warp portals set up in the Brawl room of the mansion. Wolf was bearing a triumphant smile on his face, sharp teeth apparent. The others were still slightly panting. An awkward silence broke out among them. Marth was daring enough to break it.
"Well, this was fun. But I have to go meet up with Link. See you guys...um...whenever..." Marth said calmly as he rubbed his hands together and walked away. But shortly after his departure, Master Hand's voice rang out over the intercom.
"ATTENTION ALL SMASHERS! PLEASE REPORT TO THE FOYER IMMEDIATELY! That is all," Master Hand said.
'Shit' Wolf thought.
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