It was just another day at Smash Mansion. Some fighters sparring, younger fighters running around doing whatever they found entertaining.
All of these activities were interrupted by a loud rumbling as the ground shook beneath their feet. A hole suddenly opened in the ground and were apparently bandits began to pour out.
None of the fighters took a second thought as they rushed forward to meet the new attackers.
While the residents of the mansion appeared to have an advantage early in the battle, they were slowly overwhelmed by the seemingly endless horde of enemies.
Tired and short of breath, the Smashers were soon surrounded by their strange opponents. One of them raised their weapon – a staff with what appeared to be an ax blade on either end – and was about to deal the finishing blow to one of the fighters when a loud bang sounded. The man who had raised his weapon fell dead to the ground with a bullet wound in his head.
"Bulls-eye," came a voice from one of the balconies of the mansion. Everyone looked up to see an odd sight. A man stood on the handrail of a balcony with a revolver held out in one hand and a long, curved sword in the other. He was dressed in a closed trench coat and his face was hidden by a wide-brimmed hat.
Leaping off the balcony and landing on the ground, he raised his sword and pointed his handgun to the sky. "Who's next?" was all that he said.
As the bandits began rushing him, he began to fight with a style equal in deadliness and style.
After killing the first couple of enemies with energy waves that he sent out of his blade, he began to fight in earnest. Slashing with flowing elegance and lethal precision, enemies dropped dead nearly by the second. At one point an enemy attempted to attack from behind, instead finding himself to come into contact with a counter maneuver where the newcomer forced his sword out to block the assault. Charging his energy, he then punched the ground with such force that enemies near him were knocked back by the small earthquake.
Eventually a smash ball materialized, and was destroyed with several quick slashes from the man.
Unleashing his final smash, the man dashed at the remaining six foes and sent each of them into the air with upward slashes. While they were aerial, the man took out his revolver and, fanning the trigger as he went, shot all of them before they hit the ground.
As the last attacker hit the ground, the man sheathed his sword and tucked away his pistol. The Smashers watched this; all of them wearing the same felling on their face: shock.
Master Hand watched all of this from the top floor of the mansion. He had an idea for the next tournament's roster.