DISCLAIMER
Although I am the author or this story, I do not own any rights to the characters in the document except for Devio and Sporemy. All other characters in this document are copyrighted characters of Nintendo, and Sega, while Zoah is copyrighted by Square. The character Faust is the creation of Dark Eternal Daemon (also known as Faust), whom has given me permission to use his character. I do not own any legal/commercial right to this document.
Prologue
Deep within the depths of an uncharted spherical mass, sounds of joy were echoing, trying to escape the vacuum outside to inform the other satellites of the news. "The ratings are off the charts! The people love it!" was echoing from crevice to canyon.
A height-challenged child with a spore cap was running through the halls of a structural masterpiece; a citadel existing inside the planet whose altitude touched the outside realm. The fungi raced to the main hall, unaware his feet were smoldering due to walking over hot coals. "Mr. Devio! The tournament! People can't get enough of, of..." the midget exclaimed in an annoying attempt of a British accent.
The Devious one stood up, towering over the little squirt (not saying he wasn't towering over him sitting). The man was a behemoth; he had a good build, although a little underweight for a man of his stature. As he rose, the medium length hair waved toward the sky upon reaching the pinnacle of his vertical size. "Whoa, whoa, calm down, Sporemy. Take a deep breath," the giant said in a calm yet deep masculine voice.
Sporemy did as instructed. After he was calmed by breathing thirty deep breaths in the time span of fifteen seconds, he began explaining the situation in a squeaky voice that made Devio want to kill him just to shut him up. "The tournament, Sir! It's a blockbuster smash!" Devio cocked an eyebrow before getting the irony of Sporemy's statement. "Everybody's talking about how much they loved the melee. Ebert & Roeper gave it 'two thumbs to the sky!'"
Devio's expression went level. "Sporemy, they're movie critics, not video gamers."
"No, I'm serious! I read it in Game Informer. Roger Ebert wrote a fourteen-page article on its success!"
Devio let out a sigh, knowing he wasn't getting through. "OK, go on."
"Huh? Go on?...Oh, yeah, OK!" Devio rolled his sapphire eyes. "The fans are eating the tournament up like fat people at the Ponderosa buffet. They want to see another tournament, but with more contestants."
"A tournament?" Devio took a seat, pondering the statement. "That's it! Sporemy, I just had an excellent idea. Let's host a tournament!"
Sporemy's jaw dropped 2 inches before hitting the ground. "But sir, I... that was my..."
"No time to bullshit! Go tell General Faust to bring his ass in here at once!"
Sporemy let out a sigh and left. Devio turned around and bumped into a skinny man with a slight build hanging upside-down from the rafter. His royal blue hair was reaching for the ground, hindered by a belt worn over his eyes. "You rang?"
Devio's facial expression grew dead serious. "What took you so long?"
Faust feel to the ground, landing on his head due to the unexpected remark. "What did you want, Sir?"
Devio helped the little man to his feet. Faust is not very tall for a guy, but he's not very short either. His height measures 5'2" above Sporemy (that would make him 5'9). Devio was quick to break the silence. "Contact the melee contestants, as well as new potential fighters that are on this list." Faust took the list, which had about 20 names on it from Alakazaam to Wario. Devio continued, "We're going to host another Super Smash Brothers Convention, only this time it will be a tournament. Contact the Smash Masta; we'll need his announcing skills once more. We'll also need a referee for this tournament. Contact Mr. Referee, see if he's available."
Faust shook his head. "Yes, Sir. Uh, who should I notify first?"
Devio didn't have to think to answer that question. "Considering the Melee Contestants are all members of an organization called Nintendo, who better to ask than the CEO?"