Disclaimer: Smash Bros. does not belong to me. It is the property of Sora Ltd (And it's slightly out of fashion for me to write a 4mash fanfic as Ultimate is coming out!)
The battle between King Dedede and Little Mac was raging on at the Battlefield. Both fighters were on one stock left. It was a battle of absolute equals. Suddenly, a Smash Ball appeared. The two titans attacked it with all their might, but eventually Little Mac pulled through.
'What! That's not fair! You were in the air!'
'I might not prefer the air like Falco, but I have adapted a fighting style for it, Dedede.' chimed Mac.
Then, the boxer transformed into Giga Mac, losing his sanity temporarily. Dedede wasn't scared, for he had a clever plan. Taking advantage of Mac's mindless state, Dedede flew off the stage and kept double-jumping. As expected, Giga Mac used a Jolt Haymaker, flinging himself off the edge and putting an anticlimactic end to the fight. To add insult to injury, Mac transformed back to his regular self in time to shout,
'Why meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeā¦'
'King Dedede is the winner!' announced Master Hand.
'Get in there!' shouted the self-proclaimed king, in a manner more befitting of a child than someone of his status.
'I want a word with you, Dedede.' came a male voice.
Dedede cringed. That man again. Wii Fit Trainer.
'Can you just leave me alone please?' begged Dedede.
'Not until you're whipped into shape!' barked WFT. Then, his voice took on a gentler tone. 'I got you Wii Fit.'
'ALRIGHT! I'LL DO IT!' cried Dedede. He was fed up of WFT hounding him.
(Over to the hospital)
'Little Mac's recovery is not looking good.' came Dr. Mario's voice.
'Is that because he's a boxer, so he's not used to aerial battles, or is it just because you're lobbing pills at him? You're doing more harm than good, bro.' responded Dr. Luigi, pointing at the extra bruise Dr. Mario had given Mac.
'Quiet! I'm a doctor! This will make him better!'
'Wouldn't some paracetamol and some ice work?'
'My patented pill-lobbing technique cures all viral infections!'
'This isn't an infection, Mario. It's an injury.'
'Injuries are infections!'
'You're a quack!' shouted Dr. Bowser, coming in and giving Little Mac a massage.
'Why are you being so nice, Bowser?'
'Well, he's not you, so I'll be nice to him. And Master Hand warned Ganondorf, Mewtwo and I not to do anything bad or we would be kicked off the roster. Come on, Mac. I'll teach you how to control your Final Smash if you like.'
Mac accepted. He would show Dedede that he wasn't useless in the air.
