Chapter 1: 9 Years Ago...

There's a whole galaxy out there that you don't even know exists. It goes by many names, but most people who know about it just call it Smash Universe. The Master Hand, a huge ass white glove, went around other galaxies, collecting trophies of other fighters. After he felt that he had enough, he brought all of them back to the universe he created. Then, somehow, some way, he brought them all back to life. He enjoyed watching them play happily.

But then Crazy Hand, his psychotic brother, came along, and threw them up against each other like action figures fighting. Master Hand, watching his brother ruin his creation, was royally pissed. "What in the blue Hell do you think you're doing?" Master Hand asked loudly.

"I'M'A MAKIN' MAH TOYZZZ FIGHHT!" Crazy Hand shouted, slamming Donkey Kong and Mario together.

"Hey now, maybe I don't want you to do that!" Master Hand shot back, clearly having enough of his moronic brother.

"Aww... creatin' stuff is no fun. Destroying stuff is the shit, yo," Crazy Hand said, reluctantly putting the Italian and the monkey down.

"Wait a second..." Master Hand thought aloud. "Maybe that's not a bad idea."

"Yeah, they should have a sitcom starring Bill Cosby! It'd me the most original idea ever!" Crazy Hand said, with glee.

"They already have that. And that's not what I'm talking about. I mean, hey. Maybe they should fight each other. You know, as in tournaments? That'd be the shit..."

"What a barbaric idea," Crazy Hand replied, flying away.

Master Hand stood there in complete shock at his destructive brother calling him barbaric, but he decided to get over it and get to work. "Hello there, my trophy people!" he shouted to the people, who were watching him from below.

"Trophy people? What is this, I don't even..." Captain Falcon began, before being cut off my Master Hand.

"Do you guys like games?" Master Hand asked, in a tone that you would hear a mother speak to her infant child.

The living trophies shrugged.

"Good," Master Hand said, quickly. "You see, I've got a game idea for you. This will be like a traditional fighting game. You will fight each other until you do enough damage so one of you sends the other off the cliff."

"That doesn't sound like a traditional fighting game," Luigi asked, before being zapped by Master Hand. Luigi ran away crying.

"Okay, then. Sue me for trying to be a bit creative. You can't flat out pummel your opponent to death. Where's the fun in that?"

"There's a lot of fun in that!" Link shouted, angrily. Everyone else nodded their heads in agreement.

"Well, look. You die, you turn into a trophy... and I'll resurrect you. You know, 'cause I'm chill like that," Master Hand said, attempting to calm the mob of living trophies down.

"I guess-a that's fair enough," Mario began. "We've-a got nothing better to-a do."

"Now that's what I wanted to hear. Hee hee, you're Italian accent makes me giggle. Anyway, the games will start tomorrow. Have fun hurling each other off cliffs!" Master Hand shouted, before flying away.

"Oooh ah ah ah!" Donkey Kong shouted.

"The ape is right," Fox said, nodding his head in agreement. "We've just experienced life for the first time not that long ago. It's hard to believe that we're already going to the point of killing each other."

"It's not that bad," Ness said, finally speaking up. "I mean, he said we'd just turn into trophies."

"Besides, we don't have to kill each other until tomorrow," Yoshi replied.

"I can't wait that long!" Samus yelled, suddenly. She then tackled Pikachu, surprising the mouse Pokemon.

"Pika pika?!" Pikachu questioned, before charging up its electricity.

"Bring it on, bitch!" Samus shouted. And Pikachu did just that, shocking the ever-loving Hell out of Samus.

Luigi ran back from wherever he scurried off crying to. Nobody cared. "What's-a all-a this?" Luigi asked.

Donkey Kong charged up a punch and whacked Luigi right in the face. He crashed through the wall of the building Master Hand had made for all of the trophy people to stay.

"That-a was my brother, you big brown bastard!" Mario shouted. Everyone looked at him like he was racist.

Donkey Kong made some donkey/monkey hybrid noises and charged at Mario, only to get spun around and thrown at Link. Link, thinking that it was intentional, plucked a bomb out from his pocket (I say, how does he do that?) and lobbed it at Mario... only it landed in Kirby's mouth, who was yawning loudly. The explosion went off as it traveled down Kirby's throat, sending dust rising toward the air.

They stared at the dust, intrigued. Once it cleared, they gasped. What Master Hand said was true, once they kicked the bucket, they turned into trophies.

"So... we're not really... uh, real?" Ness asked.

"Guess-a not," Mario asked.

"I've been living a lie!" Link shouted, dramatically.

"We've only been living for like two days, dude," Captain Falcon replied, rolling his eyes.

They all shrugged, and went back to fighting.

Master Hand returned a few minutes later. "Hey, my trophy people, guess what I ha..." Master Hand ceased talking once he saw that by then, everyone else was already reduced to a trophy. "...I'll go ahead and build the stages now," Master Hand finally managed, before flying off yet again.

--

This is my first story, but I'm still keeping my flame shield up. I'm hoping the later chapters will turn out better. Keep in mind that this is the Super Smash Bros. 64 era, which is why I didn't use any characters from later games (except for Crazy Hand). There will be a nine year time skip between the two, anyway, so I wont have to call them trophy people anymore. Smashers will work good enough.

Will I have any romantic pairings in this? Hell if I know.

Boy did I use the words "each other" a lot...