DISCLAIMER: I DID NOT CREATE ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY. ALL LOCATIONS, CHARACTERS ETC ARE THE PROPERTY OF NINTENDO, I CAN ONLY WISH TO COME UP WITH CHARACTERS AS GOOD AS THESE :)

I came up with this story after recently getting myself a Wii (about bloody time) and playing through Metroid Prime 3 and Mario Galaxy. I'm also a HUGE Zelda fan and love SSB. This story just sort of came into my head one day and to be honest I only really know the beginning and end chapters right now along with a rough idea of all that goes between. Expect a fair bit of OOC though not without reason. Finally the reason this is in the Smash Bros section is simply because it includes at least 4 Nintendo franchises and dosen't include any one more than another. Anyway enough of me babbling :) Here is the first chapter, hope you like it...


Two years ago the evil Sorcerer Ganondorf had been defeated. The twilight that had engulfed Hyrule had gone back through the portal from which it came. The golden land had since been ruled in peace by the great Princess Zelda. Harmony had reigned and the man they had to thank for that peace was none other than the one known as Link.

Link had been a wide eyed young man back then. His friends had been put in great danger and he had done what he thought any man would do and protected them. Events led him into an epic struggle between good and evil. He had met Princess Zelda and she had introduced him to a creature named Midna.

Midna was a princess of the twilight realm, the very place that had been threatening the land of Hyrule. Yet together she and Link had saved both worlds and defeated the evil of the Sorcerer. In the end however Midna had left, and in doing so ensured there was no way Link could come after her. It was what Midna had thought best, Link and Zelda had been unable to stop her as she destroyed the only connection between them.

Two long years had passed since that parting of ways. Link relived his last moments with the twilight princess in the desert over and over. Had he loved her? Had she him? He asked himself that question as the years went by. Yet he always came to the same bitter conclusion.

If she loved him why'd she leave?

It was this bitter lack of knowing that led Link to spend his days wallowing in his home in Ordon village.

Since his victory by Zelda's side Link had seen little of the Princess of Hyrule. She was always so busy with the day to day running of the land. Funny he thought, was the fact that after liberating the people around him he received so little recognition.

These thoughts were with him on this day, as he sat, or slouched rather, in his tattered arm chair in front of a dying fire place. He wore only his briefs. His recently acquired beer belly bulged over his waist line.

The hero of Hyrule held in one hand a dirty glass, half full of some thick Ordonian ale. His other hand he slipped into his pants, and tended to an itch that had developed in his crotch. When the itch was relieved he moved the same hand to his sweaty brow and brushed away a tuft of greasy dirt blonde hair.

When he was done with the brushing and the itching Link let out a wasteful sigh. He went to take a sip from his glass but missed his mouth. The last few drops of his precious beer fell and ran down his flabby chest to his hairy belly.

"Urgh," he moaned, clearly feeling the effects of too much over indulging. With a weak arm Link tossed his glass across the floor so it rolled toward the door at the end of the room. Feeling sombre the broken hero lowered his head in self pity. Before he could doze off however Link was stirred by the sound of a door opening then closing rather suddenly. When he looked up he was stunned at the figure he saw before him.

Standing just in front of the door with the empty glass held beneath a steady boot was none other than Princess Zelda herself.

"Wh- Wh-" Link couldn't get his words out.

"What am I doing here?" Zelda asked for him. Link nodded groggily. "I'd answer that question, but first I must ask. What are you doing here?"

Link flashed her a confused look.

"The hero of Hyrule sat alone getting legless on cheap beer? Hardly what great legacies are made of."

Link grunted as Zelda made her way toward him.

"So, do you do this a lot?" she asked.

Link nodded.

"You think it's smart?"

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Come on Link," Zelda snapped, not pleased by his inability to make company with someone he had so much history with.

The weary hero seemed to sober up a little at the sound in the Princess's voice. He put both hands on his chair and used them to raise himself up. Now standing Link walked over to a shelf with many bottles and took one in his hand. After pulling off the top he took a long swig. When he looked back to Zelda he could see she was angry, with her arms folded across her chest,

"Don't worry," he said, "It's just water."

At that Zelda seemed to ease up, but only slightly,

"So," she went on, "Now that you can talk you mind telling me what's wrong here? I came over for a casual visit, only to find you slumped in your chair wearing nothing but your dirty pants with a stinking beer glass rolling across the floor. Am I missing something."

Seeming unphased by Zelda's harsh comments Link simply itched across his flabby stomach and took another long swing from the water bottle. Zelda's face was filling with fury.

Eventually Link did speak, though it was not what Zelda had hoped to hear,

"What?" he asked, "Can a man not have a drink in his own home?"

"Pfft, you hardly a man," Zelda scoffed, "Not any more."

Link snarled and responded with another ignorant grunt.

"Look at you," Zelda continued, much to Link's dismay. "Your all flabby and pathetic looking. When did you let yourself get like this Link?"

Now Link straightened up. He took a final gulp from the bottle before throwing that too to the floor.

"Listen," he yelled, "If you had been here anytime of the past few months you'd have known what I was like." He staggered forward and convulsed. It looked as though he were about to throw up but he didn't. When the griping pain was gone he turned back to Zelda. "But you weren't here were you?" he accused, "Because you are always so busy, playing queenie at your precious palace."

"I'm Princess," she retorted, "It's what I do."

"Oh yeah well what about me?"

"What about you?" she asked.

"If it wasn't for me you wouldn't even be Princess anymore, you'd be dead for all we know."

"Of course," she agreed, "And I'm grateful for that Link you know that. We're all grateful you know we are."

"Well maybe I don't think your all grateful enough," he yelled.

Zelda's eyes were now wet with stubborn tears, "What do you mean?" she asked.

"Sure," Link said, anger still ringing in his voice, "Sure, I'm Link, hero of Hyrule. But where is my palace? Where is my kingdom? When I walk down the street why don't all eyes fall on me? I'm not Princess Zelda, the stories aren't written in my name."

"We built you a statue," Zelda claimed, "It still stands in castle town,"

"Yes," Link snarled, "And your fathers stands much taller, mine might as well not be there,"

"He was a great King, he-"

"A great King whose Kingdom was destroyed, and saved- by- me. Throughout all of time your ancestors have relied on my ancestors to ensure your land survives, yet it is you who have the glory, you who have the castle's. Our tales will ever be known as the Legend of Zelda. But it doesn't matter, because Link will be happy. Happy in his humble home, in a village, miles from the world, where no-one could care less of the troubles of Hyrule."

Link's eyes now also filled with tears, yet his were not of sorrow but of jealousy.

"Link," Zelda wept, "I never knew you felt this way." She went to take him by the hand, "If I did I'd-" Link pulled away,

"You'd what?" he growled, "Visited more often? I doubt it. Invited me to your palace? Unlikely."

"Of course," the Princess gasped, "You know I care for you. I would do everything in my power to look after you, if only you'd come to me and asked."

"So I should have come to you," Link griped, "And I wonder, what you could have done for me, could you give me the love I've always wanted, could you fill that empty hole that has been eating me from the inside?"

Zelda put a gentle hand over her chest, "Link," she said, "I never thought…"

"What?" he grinned, "You never thought I loved you?"

Zelda glared at him quizzically.

"Don't worry," he said, "I never did."

"Then what?" she asked.

"Midna," Link said, "I. Loved. Midna. But you can't bring her back can you? Not even with 'everything in your power' Princess. Because you just stood by a watched her go didn't you. Our only chance and you let her go. I don't love you Princess, you never gave me reason to, but a little thanks would have been nice." He turned away and leant against the wall.

"Well," Zelda sighed, holding back any more tears, "I guess I'll just go then. You want nothing from me, nothing I can provide anyway. If you change your mind though, you will always be welcome at the palace, you know that."

"Bye then," Link moaned.

Zelda turned back as she was about to leave, Link still had his back to her,

"Bye," she said.

When the door had closed Link collapsed into his chair. His belly rippled unpleasantly over his waistline as he breathed heavily in and out. He put his head in his hands and wondered silently if he would ever be the same bright, wild eyed young warrior he had been not so long ago.

The wallowing hero remained silent in his seat for a good few hours when another visitor interrupted his eternal lone time.

This time there was no door opening. From the wall just above the fireplace there came an unusual tearing sound. Following the sounds sparks emerged before the area of space ripped apart, seeming to create a hole in the very fabric of the dimension itself. On closer inspection the hole appeared to lead to another world, far different to the one that existed beyond the walls of Link's tiny abode.

As he gawped moronically at the phenomenon hanging in front of him Link was further shocked by the appearance of another familiar face . . . . . .

Between saving Hyrule from the threat of the twili and the moment he now found himself in Link took part in a tournament known as the Super Smash Brothers Brawl or SSBB for short.

The SSBB was a supernatural contest between hero's and villain's from many dimensions throughout varying times. Link had been one contestant, another had been the figure who appeared before him now. That was the space bounty hunter of the future, a woman named Samus Aran.

Samus came to Link through a portal she had opened in her own world. She wore her typical gold body armour and had brought her full arsenal to this primitive new world.

Link gaped at her presence in awe. He soon got over it however and flashed her a wry smile,

"Women," he said, "They can't get enough of me."

Samus turned and held out her left arm. After pressing a few buttons on her armour the portal closed abruptly.

"Don't try and be funny soft boy," she quipped, "It's really not your style." She turned and look at Link's weak doughy body, "You look really good Link," she said sarcastically.

Link didn't find her funny, "Why are you here?" he asked, getting quickly to the point.

"The Smash Tournament."

The pair let the words hang over them for a few moments. Link eventually broke the silence,

"What about it?" he said.

There had in fact been two Smash Tournaments. In both Samus and Link had made it to the final four. Along with them came the Universally renown Super Mario of the Mushroom Kingdom, and also his arch nemesis Bowser, King of the Koopas. Each time Mario and Link had been the final two, with Mario emerging victorious. It was another aspect of Link's legacy that had made him the bitter character he was today.

"I have a plan," Samus claimed. She then pushed a button on her arm which caused her helmet to retract. Link was surprised at the beautiful face that hid behind the suit. Luscious blonde hair flowed elegantly from the space hunters head. One thing was different however, something about her that had not been when she and Link last met. Dark marks had formed around the edges of the bounty hunter's face. Link had no idea what they were, and chose to ignore them. "I know how we can beat Mario," she said.

Link stood once again, "Hold on," he said, "We? As I remember you were always the first to go when it came to the final round."

A sharp look crossed Samus's face and she went face to face with the greasy haired warrior. She held out her hand and grabbed a handful of Link's doughy belly,

"Listen soft boy," she scathed, "Right now I think I could take you down with minimal effort, even Kirby would put up more of a fight than you. Now shut up your whinging and listen to what I have to say." She let go of Link and pushed him back into his chair. "Now," she said, "I'm as pissed as you are that Mario gets all the recognition while we get none. I've saved the galaxy more than a few times and you and your family line have been the golden boys around here since time began. Yet he saves a bunch of fungus from a fat crocodile and the world goes wild. They want a celebrity footballer, they ask Mario. A big name to play basketball- Mario. How about an all star golf tournament. Hell he even got his own motor racing grand prix series. Meanwhile we're on the sidelines making up the numbers. They create a contest where every hero under the freaking moon gets together to prove their worth and even that has his title attached to it. And just to make things that little bit worse he wins it both times, leaving us with nothing."

"Ok," Link gasped, "I see your point. I won't say I've never felt the same way but-"

"You've always felt that way," Samus finished, "You feel that way right now, I can see it in your eyes."

"Alright," Link yelled, "Your right, Your right! So go on then, what's the plan?"

And so Samus told him her plan. They would challenge Mario to a special exhibition Smash Bros contest. The winner being named Champion of Champion's and claiming the tournament's grand prize. But what did Samus have in mind…