Author's note:

This story is parody of what I think is the greatest game ever; Asura's Wrath. Chapter 1 represents chapter/mission 10 and chapter 2, surprise! Represents chapter/mission 11. I thought about doing Ike instead of Lucario for this story, but I couldn't for two reasons. 1: I've NEVER played Fire Emblem so I don't know anything about him. 2: lots of people dislike Ike for some reason (HA! RHYME!). Maybe it's because two full powered forward swings can kill you at 0%? Anyway, I don't know if I should tag this story as a crossover since none of the characters from Asura's Wrath are in it, but if you think I should let me know and I'll make the change.

Prologue: Invitation

The Smash Mansion, home of the world famous Smash Brothers. It's eleven at night and all the "smashers", that's what everyone else calls them, are sound asleep, except for one. Wolf O' Donnel, of the Star Fox crew, was walking down the empty corridors, looking for a certain smashers' room. Tonight was going to be a special night. Wolf had an urge he's wanted to satisfy for some time now. Out of all the other contenders, Wolf was the only one who enjoyed nothing more than the thrill of fighting. He craved it, nothing else brought him joy than fighting, and not even flying his Wolfen at mach 7 speed through the Lylat System gave him the same feeling. It was overwhelming. He has had plenty of dogfights with Fox and Falco in the past, but none of them compare to hand-to-hand combat. That's what he enjoyed most about the "Brawls" in the mansion; no one can actually get hurt, so there's no reason for him to hold back, but the brawls were not enough to satisfy his lust for battle. There was one smasher; however, Wolf believed could satisfy his endless urge to fight. Wolf paused in front of another smasher's door, leading to their room. He knocked on it softly; he waited awhile, no response. Wolf knocked on the door again, this time the door slowly opened to a crack; bright red eyes could be seen on the other side. "What do you want?" a deep gruff voice, which sounded tired and annoyed, asked Wolf. "I want to see you at the courtyard." Wolf said. "Why?" the voice asked. "Prepare yourself the best way you can, and then come see me. I'll be waiting." Wolf replied. "For what reason?" the voice asked again. Without answering, Wolf grabbed the handle to the door and shut it closed. He continued walking down the hallway; he then began talking, half to himself and the other half to the smasher at the door. "One way or another, only one of us is coming out of this fight alive."