One day Masahiro Sakurai was working inside the Namco Bandai studio, preparing the latest entries in the Super Smash Bros. franchise for completion and release. Everyone in the world was eagerly awaiting the games, because who doesn't want to blast other players away with the famous Mega Man, or the speedy blue hedgehog Sonic, or the boxing champ Little Mac? All these plus other memorable Nintendo characters in one place, just for the sole purpose of duking it out? What is there NOT to love? Other than Brawl never mention that diarrhea dump ever again. Sakurai marched over to a Namco employee and proceeded to ask, "how's the character art for Reggie going?" The employee replied with a grin that things were going quite smoothly, and that his body was nearly ready. How great! The games were coming along well, and life was good. Until suddenly, a white man walked through a door in front of him. Sakurai's body filled with intense rage!

It was Bill Trinen, the evil, most diabolical mastermind behind the anti-Nintendo movement that he runs, while secretly working as a spy at Nintendo America. His plans all along were to find Reggie's motives in life, and prevent them from coming to life. Of all people, Sakurai was the only one who knew about this. The only reason he never told anyone is because he is a master troll, and is planning a surprise attack when the time is right. Yay.

"Hello, Mr. Masahiro Sakurai. How is your day coming along?" Bill asked.

"YOU SHALL NOT PASS," Sakurai stated in his best Gandalf impression. Bill stared confused and blinked, then just shrugged and proceeded to walk past the asian man. Sakurai wasn't taking no shits today though, and transformed into a Samurai and wrapped up Bill in a net and bitch slapped him. Then he took a selfie of him giving the bowing while Bill's nose bled. Bill yelled out in agony.

"Why, Masahiro-san? I'm DYING IN YOUR ARMS TONIGHT!"

"Because I'm a Super Smash Brother, bitch." Sakurai dragged Bill downstairs and kicked him to the curb. The day went on as the employees continued their hard work on Smash 4.

Eduardo was walking down the street of Twitterland. Looking around at all the billboards reading funny messages, he pulled out his trusty mind and wrote a message himself, asking Cobanermani456 if they could engage in a few matches in Project M. Cobi agreed seeing as he was about to ask Eduardo the same question, coincidentally. Or was it? Suddenly, his notifications filled up with favorites, retweets and replies. But... why, all of a sudden? He quickly ran to the scene, only to find that he was contacted by MASAHIRO SAKURAI HIMSELF. He rushed to Google Translate to find out what the man said. The message, once translated to Engrish, read:

"Dear Eduardo,

It is my honor to ask you if you would like to join the anti-Bill Trinen army, and you can fight alongside your favorite Smash Bros. character. We need as many reinforcements as we can get, so we hope you'll accept. Thank you for your time, young Smasher. We see great potential in you.

P.S. SUPEERRRRRRRRR SMASH BROTHERSSSSSSSSSSSS MEELEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Eduardo said to himself, "holy shit" and then instantaneously wrote back to Sakurai. He couldn't wait to kick ass and take names, not to mention play the games. And with Villager. Bill was in some serious shit. Things were starting up, and it would be glorious. Half a day later, Eduardo was booked to head to the Namco Bandai studio, with a flight. But first. Reinforcements.