Hyrule Smackdown

15:30 Galactic standard time Smash Brothers Arena Rec-Room

It was a day like most others, Bowser was eating a 32 oz. steak at a table. Falco was hanging upside-down, training himself to disassemble his blaster and put it back together in one minute. Kirby was giving the food replicator a serious workout by ordering 50 pizzas with everything on them, and Ganondorf was beating the hell out of a soda machine after it stole his dollar. "ARRRRRAAAAAAHHHHH" bellowed the dark king as he punched a gapping hole in the machine, causing the machine to spew it's contents all over a fourth of the rec-room's beige carpet. " Jeeze, Ganon, can't you just call a repair guy like a NORMAL person?" asked Falco, who was splashed with the soda explosion. " This infernal device cheated the king out of his refreshment, so it must be destroyed!" said Ganondorf, who was covered from head to boot in Coke, Pepsi, and other, less identifiable liquids. "SODA!" yelled Kirby, as he abandoned the remaining thirty-five pizzas,he began to do his suction attack on the carpet, the walls, other peoples cloths, everything that had been splashed by the soda machines unfortunate end. "Arrrgh, get off me, you pink annoyance!!" yelled Gannondorf as the little alien began to suck the moisture from his clothes. "Ha ha, Mr. big-nose can't take a little vacuming!" said Link, who was watching this whole ordeal transpire from the rec-room doorway. " Silence, you insolent boy, or I'll...." Ganondorf began, but Link cut him off "What are you gonna do, Ganondork?" teased link. "You DARE insult the king of the Gerudos? Have at you!" " Bring it on, ugly!" challenged the Hero of Time. "Gents, can't we settle this in a way that would NOT destroy half the room?" asked Falco, who had succeeded at getting down from the harness that held him upside down. " Indeed, let us settle this on the field of battle!" said Ganondorf. "alright then, I'll agree to hold up on re-aranging your face for a while." said link. "It's settles then, tomorrow, Hyrule Temple Arena, at High Noon. you may each bring your swords." said Falco. "and there's no reason that this can't be profitable, let's say the winner gets 50% of any bets made." "Perfect, now I must prepare for your destuction, fariy-boy, HAHAHA!" 'Whatever you say, Whack-nut" said Link, as both parties left the room. "Perfect, now, to collect some wagers, no harm in getting a payday as well as a good show!" said falco, as he went to go find some willing parties to wager on who would get beaten.