WILD. So this is my first ever fanfic. Wowzers. This is really going to be all sorts of new, but hey, I am READY to try it out. I will be taking some creative liberties with the characters in the story, that may OR may not adhere completely to their previously established natures. So like, yeah. I'd appreciate constructive feedback of any kind, so lay it on me playa.

This, in case it isn't obvious, will be a work based off of Smash Ultimate, and my own head cannon for what goes on during your run of the mill smash day. Hopefully, it will be one that can be enjoyed

I use italics to represent thoughts and dialouge, with dialouge also having bunny ears, bold is for important stuff, and underlines for stuff being said at the same time ( Wont use much, but I have a kinda cool scene in mind so stay tuned) and I use * to indicate time or setting or both, have shifted. That should be it.

Without further ado, CHAPTER 1.

CHAPTER 1: The Invitation

Spring Man grit his teeth as a spring-coiled fist flew toward him and caught his guarding form. He staggered back, and braced for another blow, catching one in the midriff. Just a little longer he thought, as another fist rocketed past his head. I'm almost there. He threw a straight cross that leaped from his arm. His opponent, a fair cocoa-skinned lady in luxury sweat pants and high heels, gracefully sidestepped the attack with glee. "Whats wrong little man, you've lost that famous spring in your step" she taunted. Spring man tsked to hinself as his spring fist returned to his arm. "You're gonna have to forgive me Twinzy, I wasn't expecting to entertain a guest today" He fired back. Twintelle responded by firing a punch that clipped Spring man across the jaw. He crashed against the ground, Hard. Twintelle approached slowly, revelling in her victory. "Maybe be a little more prepared next time dear" she said, bending over to address the defeated figure. Spring man mummbled in response. "What was that dear?" Twintelle asked condescendingly. "You're right" he replied cooly as he propelled himself with his fists skyward, a bright yellow aurua surrounding him. "I'm a terrible host, I haven't given you any refreshemnts." he called with a smirk. "How about some punch"

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Spring man flopped onto his bed, and the loud creaking of the bed reflected the pain he felt all over his body. He groaned with ... pain? dissatisfaction? He couldn't tell. "What am I going to do with myself" he said out loud to no one in particular. He had been seriously reconsidering his life work lately, and todays performance fight was an acting nail in the coffin. All of his fights had begun to follow an incredibly shallow cycle of punch, block, win, lose, rest, repeat. Like clockwork, the thrill of fighting for the fun, for clashing physical ideals, for learning new techniques and putting them into practice, for kicking someones ass, had become mundane routine. Spring man sighed. No point in having a life crisis now. Fighting was for paying the rent, first and foremost. At least I'm good at it Spring man mused. He stared off into nothing, when he heard heavy steps approaching. He sprang up, and focused keenly on the sound. Front door, one, heavy, he stared intently at the front door as he answered more mental questions about who could be apporaching. This appartment complex is so old and creaky, residents can identify others sinply by the way the floor pannels creak. And these creaks were new. The approached closer and closer until the stopped in front of Spring mans door. Spring man gulped, then readied his guard. Looks like he was in for another Guest. The figure shifted, as if contemplating something, then walked off. Spring man apprehensively stood ready for a good while, before deciding it was safe. "What the hell" he whispered as he opened his door to look if the figure was still around. He saw no one, but did see an envelope in front of him. He picked it up, and examined it closer. It was a common, brown colored envelope, with a red seal with two slashing lines. "What is this?" he asked as he started to peel the seal. He brandushed the inner letter. It read

Dear Mr.Springman.

You are hereby cordially invited to The Tournament of Smash. You will be competing as an assist. We ask you respond as soon as possible, and we cannot wait to see you participate.

Sin. Welcome to the club

Smash? The underground fight club?

he pondered. I'm invited? Woah...that's...this can't be Spring man's reservations for the smash tournament were dashed aside as he realized the the ramifications of participating. This is illegal. It is not a good idea. I have a home, an active outdoor job. This is not worth it he assured himself as he began packing his belongings with a smile. He had already decided. He would be in Smash.

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HEY

So thats all I got for chapter 1. I do not really plan to be that consistent, but if enough people enjoy the idea behind the story, I'll def try and please. I'll also be putting up a lot for the break so its all gucci for now anyway.