Well, here's the prologue. This is only my first fan-fic, so take it easy, critics!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing related to Super Smash Bros.
With that said, let us begin!
26 great warriors. One victory. Such was the case in the greatest tournament of all time, one that would grow to be legendary among all the worlds.
The great mansion towered above all else. Within it, twenty-five of the greatest heroes and villains dueled in various battles, each striving to be the best.
The great Master Hand, a powerful, just leader, oversaw and commanded these battles of epic proportions, making sure they stayed in control. Yet sometimes, even with the intervention of Master Hand, things didn't turn out smoothly…
The entire mansion was abuzz with excitement. Anticipation filled the air. Even the betting box, previously off-limits, was opened by Master Hand – reluctantly, of course.
Today was the day of the greatest anticipated match of the tournament. Two powerful titans, arch-rivals, would be battling in a trick-free duel today. This battle would take place between Mario and Bowser!
Mario, a plumber, would live a simple life of plumbing and never would get invited to tournaments like these without Bowser to kick him into shape. Bowser, on the other hand, lived a life of trying to rule the Mushroom Kingdom, Mario's homeland. Without Mario to stop him, he would live a lazy and luxurious life. That way, the two depended on one another, making this match all the more exciting.
At 2:00, the air was still with suspense. People were eagerly waiting for the match in only a few minutes. Mario walked through the hall toward the cafeteria proudly, earning him praise. Luigi, a taller plumber dressed in green, who just happened to be Mario's younger brother, stepped up and walked to the battler. "Good luck," he said softly. Mario smiled. "Thanks, bro." They turned around in response to a growl to see Bowser stomping in.
His face was a scowl, his teeth were bared, his claws were outstretched, and each step was like thunder as he made his way in. As he spotted his opponent, a devilish grin lit up his scaly face.
"Mario," he snarled, snapping his arms back. He chuckled hoarsely, apparently pleased. "You do know that there is no chance of you winning today, right? You might as well surrender," he bragged.
Mario stepped forward. His face kept its usual good humor, but at the same time, he seemed to radiate confidence and valor. "What's the matter, Bowser? Afraid to fight me?" Bowser tensed, not expecting this.
"Oh, you'll see how afraid I am when you see me in the winner's circle!" Mario laughed softly. "You'll be there to congratulate me, right?" Most of the spectators were amused. Bowser wasn't.
He tightened his claws into fists and was about to attack Mario when Master Hand interrupted their 'battle'. "Mario and Bowser, report to the teleporters. Repeat, Mario and Bowser, report to the teleporters." Bowser grinned, thoughts of victory clouding his mind. "I'll see you in the ring, plumber." Mario snorted, unimpressed. They turned and walked back through their respective hallways.
A heavy silence filled the café, followed by murmuring and shoving, everyone trying to get to the movie room first.
The arch-rivals reached the teleporter room at about the same time. This small room consisted of two glowing areas on the ground, large enough to stand on. There was also a microphone and a small screen portraying matches, for Master Hand liked to do his commentary here. There wasn't much else, no comfort.
True enough, the giant white floating hand was waiting for them. "Mario and Bowser. The teleporters have been set up. Step on them and head to Hyrule Temple, your arena." Bowser stomped over, and Mario stepped lightly.
They both felt the strange sensation of spinning all the way to the ruined temple of Hyrule, in but a few moments.
They were brought down on small trophy platforms. Mario on the left, Bowser on the right. Bowser twisted his face into a leer. Mario kept his calm exterior that made him the most famous Smasher. They were ready.
Meanwhile, the remaining 24 Smashers fought for seats in a seemingly normal movie theater room. The movie, though, was anything but normal. It portrayed Mario and Bowser, down to the finest detail, waiting for the referee to begin the battle.
Master Hand's voice echoed throughout the movie room, Hyrule Temple, and the teleporter room. "Smash System ready?" he called out. He flicked a switch and power reading appeared onscreen. "Set!" he answered himself. "Items ready?" He pressed another button and invisible items strewn across the stage lit up on his screen. "Set! Fighters set?" Mario and Bowser nodded, not taking their eyes off one another. "Ready!" Tension filled the air. One word and the battle would begin. "Melee!"
Bowser leaped up onto a platform jutting from the ground, then to the platform that Mario stood on. Upon landing, he dashed at Mario, who jumped, avoiding the assault. The mustachioed hero landed on his enemy's head and started bouncing on it, to the amusement of the spectators. He finally landed behind the king of Koopas. Not giving time to recover, Mario grabbed Bowser's tail, spun around, and threw him into the left wall of the platform attached to the ground.
The plumber ran off the ledge and leaped at Bowser, fist outstretched. But Bowser was quicker. He grabbed Mario's fist and hurled his surprised rival into the wall on the left. The Koopa leaped up and charged with the horns on his head. However, something unseen by both of the fighters in the ring, but noticed by everyone else, happened. A small chip attached to the ceiling of the stage fell and shattered.
Everyone panicked. The children freaked out. The adults forced their way out of the room and raced for the teleporter pad. Master Hand's reaction was less dramatic. "Oh, god no," he muttered as the numbers disappeared from his screen. Bowser, oblivious to the hype, stabbed his horns into Mario's chest. Blood poured from Mario's new wound.
Master Hand took control. "The Smash System is offline! Bowser, stop the attack!" Bowser did no such thing, repeatedly slashing Mario with his claws. "Wireframes! Goddamnit, go stop him!" About 20 Purple Wireframes materialized on the spot. They pulled at Bowser, but he easily shook them off by going into his shell and spinning. They flew off the stage.
At this point, Mario did something rather spectacular, considering he was suffering from an untreated mortal injury. He jumped up and kicked
Bowser in the head with all the strength he could muster. If Mario wasn't injured, it certainly would've been enough to break the Koopa's skull, but under these circumstances, it was just enough to propel Bowser off the stage.
Master Hand regained control. "Finish!" he shouted into his mike. Both Mario and Bowser were teleported back to the teleporter room. "Wireframe!" A Wireframe appeared in the room. Master Hand pointed his index finger at Mario. "Take this one to Dr. Mario." The Wireframe picked up the unconscious plumber and hurried off. He turned to Bowser. "As for you, if it wasn't for Mario's skill, he'd be dead now!" Bowser looked relatively unconcerned. "So?" "My orders were very clear. Henceforth, your punishment will be disqualification."
Well, what do you think? This sort of sets the mood for the rest of the story. A lot of problems emerge because of this battle. So, R&R, and be honest.