Mario lays on the ground, bloodied and brutally beaten. Dead bodies lay on the ground around him. His left eye swollen shut, most of his teeth missing, his mustache drenched in blood.
"Do you remember when we had a moment of peace? We all called each other brothers. Of course we fought each other for entertainment, but that is all it was. Entertainment." Says Mario's attacker in a thick accent.
Mario looks up at his attacker, blood clogging his mouth.
"However, evene you must have thought thate by just leaving, it would effect us all. You selfisha peace of sheet. However, we are strong and have fans of our owna and I know the world can move on without everybody's favorite Italian plumber."
"Brother….Suck my balls!" BANG! A bullet enters Mario's head. Everything then fades to black,
Four and a Half Years later…
"A beautiful Wednesday afternoon in the city of Dreamland, on the planet Pop Star. This is the home town of Balloon Bomber." Explains Mario.
He speaks in his stereotypical Italian accent but now has a wide range of vocabulary instead of only saying "Here We GO!" or "Itsa Me! Mario."
"There are the little ones coming home with their parents, maybe cominga home frome school. God they are all fat basterds."
Mario is sporting his trademark red hat with the M. He's riding the Blue Falcon, a flying vehicle that was once used for battle races through space. Mario stops in front of a cloud made house, a bit larger than most the other houses around the neighborhood.
"Here we are." He says to himself.
He takes out a piece of paper from his overall pocket, a list of 5 names with the top name crossed off with marker. The paper is blood stained. Mario glares at the second name on the list, Balloon Bomber, then puts his sights on the Cloud House.
Mario exit's the Blue Falcon, it's doors swinging upward. He walks slowly up the walkway of the Cloud House. Mario notices a window with it's curtains open, he goes to it and peers in looking for anyone inside.
The inside of the house looked more like the interior of a typical upper-middle class house that you would see on Earth with real furniture and walls instead of everything made of clouds . He sees movement from inside and goes to the door. Mario rings the doorbell once and waits for it to open.
A few seconds pass and the door opens. "Kirby Jr. what are you doing home so early?" A plump, pink orb opens the door and immediately has the look of fear in his face. Mario with a dangerous smile on his face delivers a swift, hard kick to Kirby's face.
Kirby flies into the house, like a soccer ball, smashing into the wall behind him. Mario enters and slams the door behind him and immediately gets a phone book thrown to his face.
Kirby tackles a dazed Mario to the ground and begins punching Mario's nose repeatedly, nearly breaking it before Mario punches Kirby hard enough to get Kirby off him. Mario stands, grabs Kirby from behind and throws him with full force over a couch and onto a glass table in Kirby's living room.
Kirby has broken glass on his head/side/body and tries to get up. Mario slowly walks around the couch and gets ready to punch Kirby in the back of his head when Kirby quickly reaches for a long piece of broken glass and slices at Mario's.
"AHH! You fat fucking bitch!" Mario cries, falling to one knee while gripping his injured knee.
Kirby than stands and opens his mouth wide. He starts inhaling hard, sucking Mario into his vacuum like mouth and spitting him hard through the wall across the room. Mario slams into the kitchen grabbing his head in pain.
Kirby, breathing hard and bleeding from the mouth for also inhaling broken pieces of glass, waddles to the doorway connecting the kitchen and the living room.
"Where are you bitch? Where are-" A flash of steel swipes in front of Kirby's face nearly missing him. Mario had grabbed a knife and from the look of his stance and grip he knew how to use a knife. The two stared down each other from a distance.
"You wanna play knife fight eh? OK bitch." Kirby goes to a cupboard and gets a green elfish hat and swallows it. It was a power up he kept hidden The power up gave Kirby a sword and the green hat appeared on his head. Mario realized that Kirby now had the bigger blade.
"Holy shit!" Mario shouts.
Kirby charges at Mario swinging the sword swiftly. Mario dodges every slash narrowly and runs back into the living room.
"You fuckin pussy! Stop running!" Kirby screams running after him. He swings for Mario's legs, but Mario double jumps and grabs onto a crystal chandelier on the ceiling. He swings around countering Kirby's blade by shooting fire balls from his hands. Kirby just swallows them, burping after.
Kirby flings a boomerang at the chandelier cutting the line cutting the chandelier on the roof. However, Mario's swinging caused the direction of the Chandelier to fly toward Kirby.
"Fuck!" Kirby shouts. He tried to fly away but the chandelier and Mario crashed into him. After dust clears, Mario and Kirby raise from the rubble, exhausted and bloodied. The front door begins to unlock and open. Mario and Kirby quickly collect themselves and look casual.
A little Kirby enters the house holding his lunch box and backpack. Unlike his father, the little one is blue/ The look on his face is filled with confusion looking at his father and the stranger in the blue overalls. Kirby wipes the blood from his mouth and discards the hat and sword then goes to the child.
"Hey buddy. How was school?" Kirby smiles warmly trying to keep Kirby Jr.'s attention on him instead of the destruction around the living room.
"Daddy, what happened?" Kirby Jr. asks with innocence looking at his father with huge, bulging eyes. Kirby stutters to come up with a story. Mario continues to stand back casually.
"Uhh, son this is Daddy's friend. We haven't seen each other in a long time and your damn star dog came in here and trashed the place. My friend Mr. Mario was trying to help me catch him. Isn't that right?" Kirby looks back at Mario with a smile.
Mario takes a second, "Yeah. Hello Kirby Jr. It's great to meeta you."
"Kirby Jr. why don't you go up to your room and get ready for dinner. Wash up." Kirby says looking back at his son. Kirby Jr. takes one last look at Mario and the destroyed living room and flies up to the second floor. After Kirby Jr. leaves the room Kirby and Mario look at each other for a long couple of seconds and then Kirby breaks the silence. "You want to blaze?"
"Sure." Mario answers. They both slowly limp to the kitchen.
Kirby walks around the kitchen while Mario leans on a counter. Mario begins to speak in his head as Kirby gets a sandwich bag filled with marijuana hidden on top op the fridge. "This fat peace of pink sheet is Kirby, Hero ofa Dreamland. But back when we were acquainted 4 years ago, he was known as Balloon Bomber. I was Fire Red."
"You need a towel?" Kirby asked. Mario nodded yes. Kirby passed him a rag from the sink and then continued rolling up two blunts. Mario wiped blood and sweat from his face. "So I guess saying 'I'm sorry' won't mean shit now huh?"
"You guess right." Said Mario pressing the rag to a cut in his arm.
"Look asshole, you don't just come into my house and start this shit around my child." Kirby said from across the kitchen counter.
"Don'taa worry. I am notaa going to keel you front of your leetle boy." Mario said. Kirby glares at him then goes back to the weed.
"Look man, I know I fucked you over. I fucked you over bad and shit knows I wish I didn't but I did. You have every right to want to get even-"
"Even?" Mario interrupts Kirby. "Even Steven? Oh no no no, even woulda be me keelling you, going upstairs to Kirby Jr. killing him, than waiting for the Mrs. to come home and kill her. That would be even. Ha! That would be a even square."
Kirby walks back to Mario "Look Mustache, if I could go back in a fucking machine I would but I can't. All I could tell you is that I'm a different person. A changed man."
"Does it look like I give a Koopas ass?" Mario said.
"Look, I know I don't deserve your mercy but I got a fucking family now." Kirby said pointing to a picture of his family on the fridge.
"Haha oh, you dick. Don't think that because I won't kill you in front of the little bastard doesn't mean that boasting about her won't make me feel any different than I do now." Mario says with a slanted smile, wearing his hat low. "Me and you have shit, which means I don't give a fuck what sympathetic shit you've done the last four years. It isn't going to stop me."
Kirby and Mario glare at each other eye to eye. "So when do this shit than?" Kirby says.
"When do you want to die cock fag?" Mario says back.
"How about tonight fucker?" Mario looks pleased with that answer. "There's a rainbow field 3 blocks from here where the children play brawl. We can show up at 2:30 in the morning, dressed in…what we have now I guess. We can have ourselves a night fight." Kirby whispers in contained excitement.
"I'm getting horny just hearing it." Mario says slyly.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to fix Kirby Jr's food." Kirby says walking to the fridge.
"You know, you never were the best fighter. Maybe, that's why so many players saw you as useless." Mario said.
"Haha, very funny asshole." Kirby said sarcastically facing the fridge. "Very funny!" Kirby turned and suddenly inhaled with all his might.
Mario was caught off guard and held on to the counter for dear life. He saw the sword Kirby used in battle on the floor, the counter wall blocking the sword from being sucked into Kirby's mouth. Mario reached for it, grabbing it with his finger tips.
Mario finally got a grip of the sword and flung it at Kirby. The force driven behind Mario's throw and the suction power from Kirby sent the sword straight to the back of Kirby's throat pinning him to the fridge behind him, his feet hanging. Kirby's eyes slowly rolled back as blood dripped from his mouth to the floor.
After being held in the air from the suction Mario dropped to the kitchen floor. He quickly got up and gathered himself, fixing his hat. He walked to the body of Kirby and reached into his mouth pulling out the sword, Kirby's body dropping to the ground with a hard thud. Mario cleaned the blood off the blade and turned to realize Kirby Jr. had witnessed the killing of his father.
Mario struggles to find words. "Aww shit. Umm look kid, I didn't want to do this with you around. You weren't supposed to see this." He continues to clean the sword. Kirby Jr. standing in the kitchen doorway just blankly staring at his father's corpse. "I'm sorry you have to see this. But kid, you have to know, your asshole dad had it coming." Mario cleaned the sword and walked to Kirby Jr. He leaned down to be eye to eye. "If when you get older and you're still pissed off about this…I'll be waiting." Mario said staring into the child's eyes.
Mario placed the sword at Kirby Jr's feet and walked out of the house.