"The Bet He Lost"
By animefan752
First edited in 10/3/11; edited again in 12/31/11; finally fixed in 8/14/12
Summary: When Link immaturely bets his clothes for a winning team in a brawl, all hell breaks loose.
Caution: There is nothing too dreadful to warn you about, my beloved readers, at least not in this chapter. Of course, I can only warn you beforehand of that particularly blissful yaoi in the future, otherwise known as the lovable intimacy or relationship between two males, that of you-know-who. Although, depending on the reader, I suppose, there is some crack, humor, randomness, and of course ― some foul language! That's always something to look forward to, huh? (I'm not entirely certain whether I'm trying to be sarcastic or serious with that question. Let's just say it's rhetorical.)
Disclaimer: Super Smash Bros does not belong to me. It belongs to Nintendo and company, respectively.
12/31/11 A/N: Please don't mind the slight (perhaps not so slight,) changes to the fanfic. I just could not fathom how immature and lamely I wrote beforehand. I mean, I attempted to keep the fanfic somewhat similar to the way it was before, ― though, I never really took anything out or drastically changed any part to the point that it's a whole new fanfic altogether. Just to let you know.
A/N: Well, enjoy, my beloved readers! Hopefully I cleaned after the minor problems properly and finally eradicated those pesky grammar mistakes! Those Grammar-Nazis out there, I appreciate your thoughtful criticisms, for if it weren't for you guys, I never would've discovered the false sentence structures and grammar errors! But anyhow, indulge on this little lighthearted fanfic, my beloved readers! Thank you!
A long, beefy leg stretched further and further into the sky, creating the ultimate suspense until it could stretch no more, when ― there was a loud crash! The frightening foot came plunging down to the floors below and crashed right into the ground. Bowser was immediately sent hurling into the sky and off the quaking battlefield. As a result, the red-headed antagonist taunted with his cape flying in the air behind him, his malicious chuckles echoing throughout the stage.
A point for Ganondorf!
From the room in which others may observe this brawl, there were two swordsmen who dealt rather mischievously with one another. The first swordsman, the one with soft blue hair and mysterious eyes, thought the almighty koopa, Bowser, would be the one to rule the brawl. While the other, with his dirty blond locks and pointed Hylian ears, believed the great mastermind behind the Twilight Realm, Ganondorf, would definitely claim victory for himself.
But of course, with this bet, there was a ridiculous catch, a consequence they concocted on a whim. It was a bet, after all. Still, what they offered was quite unexpected in most cases. They didn't bet for material items like that of frivolous money, ― they were certain they didn't utilize the same currency anyway, ― but instead, the only garments upon their bodies. Their doomed humiliation in front of everyone was at stake with this preposterous bet.
If the Prince's bet on Bowser's triumph was surely the one to win, the Hylian knight must abandon both his only tights and undergarments for the next two whole days. He was definitely allowed to wear his olive-green tunic and his leather boots, sure, but the rest of his honorable apparel was to be completely and utterly discarded. For the next forty-eight hours, the Hylian knight would have to brawl as usual, but with nothing underneath his tunic. Pretty malignant of the impish Prince, he must admit, — which in turn only brewed unhappiness and anxiety within the blond swordsman — not that he couldn't devise a foxier punishment in head of the pompous Prince.
If Ganon did indeed succeed in the fated brawl, the Prince must strip himself of his entire garb, ― that fanciful outfit, attire, armor and all, ― and frolic about the lengthy hallways and corridors of Smash Mansion. Until Master Hand caught him violating the strict house rules, the formal Prince absolutely needed to humiliate himself. Yet, with that being said, apprehension by the great Master Hand was normally fairly quick. And besides, the Hylian never said he could just run up to Master Hand after making nude. The intense battle of the "bad guys" still had yet to end, but the clever Prince was cunning at spotting loopholes and already thought of a nifty plan if Ganondorf won.
Soon, things were looking up for Link as time gradually passed. Pitifully and pathetically lumbering around the stage, the giant turtle seemed to have no chance in the fight. And so Link's anxiety grew and his heart began to race and punch repeatedly against his ribcage, beating miles upon miles in minutes.
I'm going to win, I'm going to win! Enthusiastically, he chanted in his thoughts. And Marth will be the one to run around naked and embarrassed! Ha, in his face!
Little did the innocent Hylian know that Marth had briskly arranged some business earlier that very same day. Being the cunning Prince that he was, schemes easily burst in his sapphire head, so it wasn't terribly difficult for him to consult with the two Brawlers before the fierce battle even started. They had agreed to comply with Marth's wishes after their rewarding conversation, thoroughly satisfied with the Prince's guarantees in the end. Although Ganondorf wasn't too excited about it at first, having to lose so disgracefully and all, he eventually concurred to the idea once Link's own humiliation was involved.
Not so fast, Link. Marth thought, grinning like the bright mastermind he was. The battle isn't over yet.
As the Hylian mentally cheered, Bowser suddenly seized an onyx, round ball. It had two round eyes scribbled on it in what appeared to be white chalk, and a single piece of string stuck on the top of its head. Then the string immediately caught on fire as Bowser snatched it up from the ground, and at that exact moment, Link felt his heart drop.
A bomb-omb!
Abruptly and hastily, it was chucked in Ganon's direction, in which caught him utterly by surprise from taunting one too many times. Bowser smirked boastfully and revealed his sharp teeth as the evil man was struck and the bomb-omb soon counted down to its last number, immediately exploding at contact with the large male.
The interested Smashers in the observatory bowled over in absolute shock, faltering uneasily on their feet as they witnessed the helpless Ganon at that moment; he launched painfully off the stage and crashed towards the side with a bright flash of light. Bowser automatically gained one point, evening the odds. And now that both Bowser and Ganon achieved zero points each, Link was purely devastated. His mouth shaped itself into a circle, a perfect little o — he must have been too shocked at the mere idea of losing the bet.
"No, ― this didn't, this couldn't!" Stammering pathetically, Link choked on his words. "This can't be―"
Then, the damn timer reached its limit: 0:00! And since neither of the two harsh Brawlers had no points to outshine the other, they had yet to battle it out in the Sudden Death Round. Dazed, Link was absolutely stunned, simply at a loss for words, and mentally slapped in the face at this sudden turn of events. Meanwhile the brilliant Prince, at the sight of the brooding Hylian, secretly pumped a fist in the air and hissed victoriously to himself: "Yes...!"
Chuckling softly at his nearing success, Marth calmly approached the single window beside his troubled, distressed, and traumatized friend in order to watch the final round with much intensity.
Once the boisterous announcer bellowed "Sudden Death" as to begin the round that would finally end this unnerving suspense, Bowser and Ganon appeared onto either side of the stage. They instantly dove into combat, where a few clobbering blows were thrown, and a few defending blocks were exploited. But then eventually, the bombs came into play and all hell broke loose. Link was unbelievably anxious for Ganon to win, ― oddly enough, ― beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. The mere thought of no underwear meant good reputation down the drain! And he knew that just couldn't happen.
As the nerving seconds quickly evaporated, their percentages rocketed high into the hundreds. And if Link had a rotten habit of chewing on his nails, they'd certainly be gone by now. Prince Marth, noticing the Hylian's amusing apprehension, had to suppress his evil snickers to mere gasps.
They peered in through the glass and followed the aggressive Brawlers with their attentive eyes, abrupt bomb-ombs plummeting around them. On one platform, random bomb-ombs occasionally dropped from nowhere to burst and detonate, while beneath the other, another reappeared once every few seconds! There was nowhere to hide for the desperate Brawlers, and precious time was quickly running out. They scurried around in a lame attempt to dodge the bomb-ombs, but they couldn't hold it out for long as they accidentally knocked into each other. Their bubble shields immediately disintegrated into nothing and in an instant, horror crossed their faces.
"Shit!" They muttered simultaneously below their chastened breaths as they lifted their heads to face an innocent bomb-omb soon making its way down, right above their heads.
Then, all of a sudden, everything seemed to significantly slow down, lag, and decelerate. The moment was similar to that of a passionate action movie, with everything in drastic slow motion.
KA-BOOM!
Except — they didn't make it.
Astounded, the various witnesses safe behind the glass knew they watched it all happen. With dropped mouths, they gawked in both curiosity and astonishment as the whole entire stage before them erupted into a rampant frenzy of bomb-ombs exploding and shattering. Then, of course, the noisy announcer shouted "Time!" And the overwrought audience went completely wild, bickering restlessly over whoever won. Hell, even Marth was taken aback, ― mainly because Ganon was supposed to fall under the bomb first, at least. Now he didn't know―
"―who won?!" The Altean Prince shrieked, fear striking his every nerve. "Bowser, right?"
"No, no! It must have been Ganondorf!" The Hyrulean knight cried, with the straggling hope and doubt obvious in the pitiful tone of his voice.
As the crowd grew significantly more and more frantic, the appalling results emerged above the stage and clicked onto a revealing holographic screen, which gleamed ever so remarkably. Everyone gasped at the exposed outcome.
RESULTS:
Bowser: 0
Ganondorf: -1
The winner is BOWSER!
At the mere sight of Bowser and winner in the same sentence, the Hylian's blood instantly ran cold. Oh, Link dreaded absolutely everything in the forsaken world at that very moment, from the bottom of his withering heart! If everything just crumbled away in that one revolting second that the blinding results were revealed despairingly, Link wouldn't have cared the slightest bit. It was simple ― Marth had been right all along. Of course the almighty Ganondorf was incapable of defeating even a measly turtle. A turtle!
Upset and dismayed, Link's eyebrows furrowed themselves in frustration as his heart's relentless thrashing and hammering emerged in his chest; that precious little organ suddenly felt two sizes too big, thundering away in the ribcage that suddenly felt too sizes too small. Not only that, but these uneasy butterflies tickled him in his stomach as well, — in that nervous, queasy way.
"N-no, this can't be!" Perhaps even desperate, the Hylian knight strained to contravene, his clammy hands balling up into fists. "Bowser couldn't have won! He just couldn't have! There's just no way―!"
In response to that distressed alarm, Marth scoffed and chuckled softly at his predetermined victory. "You're exaggerating. You should at least acknowledge the fact that there are only two days for you to worry about. I mean, it's not as though this was all meant to be, was it, Link?"
Link only sighed and crossed his arms. "Easy for you to say; you're not the one who lost."
Marth laughed.
Look Forward to the Next Chapter!
A/N: This is just a prologue, so, if it's good so far, tell me, and I'll continue! But if it's horrible, feel free to correct me, because any help with my writing is okay, just as long as you keep off the flaming and the rudeness. Thanks.
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10/3/11 A/N: Reading this before I had fixed it really took its toll on me! As my skills in writing mature, I was genuinely disappointed in myself, yet at the same time, proud. My improvements have really bloomed over the years! Anyway, for those who have no idea what it's like, or for those who don't know what the heck I am talking about, just, well, enjoy the story as I try to progress with it!
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8/14/12 A/N: Wow, I used to suck at writing. Well, that couldn't have been helped, I guess. Anyhow, don't worry, no dramatic changes were made — I probably would've been too lazy to change that much, anyhow, — but the grammar was finally fixed. Haha, anyway, leave reviews, please and thank you!
