Blackness. Lopsided white cross. Zoom in.
A series of disconnected shots, fading slowly in and out of placid blackness one after the other: A game board, pieces scattered haphazardly and the messy, nondescript room around it only dimly lit. An empty dance studio, a layer of dust coating the hardwood floors in enough volume to be clearly visible despite the similarly dim lighting. And finally, a personal gym, neatly kept and lights shining bright this time but still seemingly unoccupied...
Until the camera slowly pans over to reveal, sitting on the seat of a rowing machine, a tennis racket.
A white-gloved hand stabs from offscreen to snatch up the instrument, a flash of purple and yellow, and then—
Waluigi
Gets His Due!
Close-up shot of Waluigi kicking in a door as he bursts into a room; pull back to reveal the interior of a Mario-themed country club. At one table, the aristocrats – Mario in his wedding attire, Peach on his arm, Sonic leaning on one elbow to flirt with her, K. Rool slamming his goblet against the table and laughing uproariously at some jest Mario just made. At another, the youthful trend-setters – Inkling Girl offering a glass of her ink to Bayonetta, who closes her eyes in visible satisfaction at the taste, while Dedede stares enraptured at an unnoticing Corrin.
And finally, the table of also-rans, no worse for wear despite their status; when Dark Pit is momentarily distracted from the conversation by the sight of Wii Fit Trainer lifting her arms over her head and stretching her back, Luigi takes the opportunity to kiss a giggling Daisy on her now-glowing cheek – a mere instant before a blur of violet and desperation barrels in between them and flips the entire table, a crowd of shocked, onlooking faces reflected in the china and silverware as the scene abruptly goes to slow motion mid-tableflip.
It's Waluigi time, bitches.
Gameplay clip after gameplay clip – using a driver golf club to knock Wario into the skybox as his up-smash. Launching a soccer ball forward at devastating speed as his side-special. The range of his forward tilt outreaching Shulk's between his lanky frame and the added length his trusty tennis racket nets him. His down-special summoning a Dice Block from Mario Party to give him a power boost at any time, at the cost of having a very lengthy animation. Using one of his taunts to express affection toward Death just before getting reaped himself.
And at last, his Final Smash: He launches Daisy into the Waluigi Pinball tennis court. The court's giant robotic Waluigi spits out a giant metal pinball, and Waluigi meets it by driving into its path at top speed with a Kart and catching it with a devastating blow that shatters his racket a la Mario Tennis Aces, in turn sending the pinball careening into Daisy's body and knocking her instantly off the screen.
Return to cinematics. Waluigi is wildly crotch chopping over and over, a frenzied "Wa-lu-i-gi, yeah, yeah yeeeah!" accompanying each set. But he isn't being aggressive or even smug in the way he's doing it this time. He's... happy. Not conceited, not mean-spirited in his victory, but genuinely, rapturously happy; his eyes are squeezed shut, his openmouthed smile stretches (literally) from ear to ear, and very subtly, one tear can be spotted slipping down his cheek. And all of Nintendo's biggest all-stars – Mario, Link, Pikachu, Donkey Kong, Yoshi, Fox, Kirby, Samus – and even those stars that lay outside of Nintendo – Sonic, Pac-Man, Snake, Mega Man, Cloud, Ryu, Simon – are standing in a circle around him, and while they're all left bruised and bandaged from their battles with Waluigi, in that moment they nevertheless unite in weary, but heartfelt, applause.
Fade to black.