I was originally going to write this as a parody, but I just find it really hard to write funny, so instead, this is just a more light hearted fic than I usually do. I mean, come on, how serious can a Super Smash Bros. fic be? Read and review please, and have fun.

Chapter 1

Samus grunts of exertion filled the confines of the gym.

"Word of advice," snickered Wolf, leaning casually against the mirrored wall in front of the bench. His tail was wagging slightly as he watched her. "Most people don't like the bulky chick look."

"Just trying to maintain my girlish figure, mutt," Samus muttered.

"Think about it, Peachy has the plumber. Princess Z has the elf. Don't see a Mr. Aran anywhere. What about that dragon who's always chasing after you?"

"I can assure you, Ridley and my relationship is purely professional. My parents killed his parents, he killed my parents. I'm a bounty hunter, he has a bounty on his head. He's a pirate, I kill pirates. It's a vicious cycle."

"How 'bout that Rundas guy?"

"I killed him," she muttered. She was on her fifteenth rep now, tirelessly grunting and pushing the bar, weighing two hundred pounds up with surprising ease, which was more than he weighed last time he checked. Wolf had to admit, she scared him. Even without that power suit of hers, she was quite the specimen. Human women were something new to him, and he wasn't exactly found of Peach. She was so damn delicate. He had had a match with her not too long ago, and had opened a nice gash on her belly, tearing through her white dress. She had continued the fight, which he had to admire, but he had purposely handled her carefully, not wanting to hurt her too bad, if only to avoid Mario's wraith.

"Not really sure why Fox and I don't like each other."

"You're the bad guy," she huffed.

"No one's arguing that, but does that mean that Fox is good. Just because others are bad, does not imply that you are good?"

Samus locked her arms at the elbow, waiting for Wolf to come over and take the weight. He had to struggle holding it, but tried to resist showing any strain as he placed the bar onto the bench.

"You were talking to the clone again, weren't you?"

"You shouldn't call him the clone. You can call him Mewtwo, or Super Cat Thing. And yes, I was."

"I don't know why he likes you so much, I was pretty sure he hates everyone."

"Us monsters have a lot in common. Besides I need to keep friendly with him, otherwise who will tell me what Pikachu wants when she comes running up screaming 'Pika! Pikachu?' I'd kick the rodent away but then she shocks me."

Looking in the mirror, Samus worked to tie her long blonde hair into a ponytail. Otherwise the locks would rest on her shoulders and make her sweat more than she already was. She was going to punch Wolf across the muzzle when she noticed he was panting, but remembered he lacked sweat glands, which was why his fur always seemed to stay so dry no matter what he did.

Even without her boots and him wearing his, she was taller than him by roughly eight inches, which would have made him maybe 5'2" to her near six feet. Presently he was bare foot, wearing only a pair of gym shorts and a white tank top that contrasted sharply with his grey fur, which meant the advantage in height was even more apparent.



"So let me get this straight, you can understand Bowser, but you can't understand Pikachu?"

"Of course I can. Bowser makes perfect sense. What the hell does saying 'Pikachu' over and over again mean?"

Samus shrugged, looking at the center of the gym, finally clear. Droplets of blood were spilled on the ground and had yet to be cleaned up. She tried to remember who had been fighting there. Ike and Marth most likely. They always seemed to be fighting. Meta Knight had taken to training Kirby in swordsmanship, but she wasn't sure if either bled red. Mario and Luigi sparred all the time, but that wouldn't account for all the blood, unless the green one had finally released his repressed anger in the form of a thorough beat down.

"Care for a nice sparring?" she asked.

Wolf could admit that Samus scared him, but it was a well known fact that Wolf had more guts than brains, so he gave a slight nod and followed Samus into the center of the gym. Besides, he liked to fight, and the chance to fight someone like Samus outside of the competition was not a chance he would pass up. It was a good time to analyze her, learn her strengths and weaknesses, her preferences. How fast could she kick, how hard could she hit, how many hits she could take. If the situation called for it, would she bite him or did she have that ridiculous notion of fair play.

"Best two out of three?" Wolf asked, assuming his stance, hunched and low to the ground, claws at the ready. She would slice up just as nice as Peach did.

"Best one out of one," Samus said.

"Don't worry darlin, it won't be so bad. I'll make it quick."

Wolf began to circle the bounty hunter, who stayed perfectly still, only her eyes moving to keep focus of her opponent. "Haven't got your fancy little cannon," he growled. "Don't even have your little whip. But I got these," he said, extending his spine to an upright position and cracking his knuckles, then holding his hands up, palms towards him, claws sharp and polished.

That was the chance that Samus was waiting for. In an instant she had covered the ground separating them and smashed a fist into Wolf's extended snout. It was like being hit with a sledgehammer. Wolf flipped in the air, senses reeling, but managed to regain his composure and land on all fours, letting out a long roar.

Samus took a step forward, left foot grounding in the cushioned floor before pivoting, right leg extended. Only by flattening to the ground did Wolf avoid the kick, and immediately pounced upon her, jaws snapping furiously. Samus took hold of him by the collar bone and forehead, working at keeping the ivory fangs from reaching her throat. She hoisted him back, and finally took a firm grip of his ear and started to yank with all her might. There was a yelp of pain as Wolf backed away, but quickly lashed forward, clawed forefinger catching the skin on Samus' cheek and opening a large gash that stretched from just below her ear to her chin. She took a moment to touch the crimson trickle, before bracing herself as Wolf charged forward, smashing into her.

She was more winded than she thought she would be, which was why Wolf had the opportunity to mount her and hold her hands down at her sides. She would be dead in a normal fight. She knew Wolf, knew that he would take this moment to snap his jaws onto her throat and finish her. But this wasn't a real fight, it was a sparring match. Death was not the goal. Humiliation was. Rather than fang her, he dragged his tongue over her lips in a makeshift kiss. "See," he chuckled. "Not so bad."



Samus smashed her forehead into Wolf's snout, knocking him back, before placing a foot on his stomach and kicking him backwards. He tried to shake his head to regain his senses, and rise to continue the fight, but Samus dropped a foot onto his throat, pinning him between the ground and her own unyielding weight. He clawed furiously at her thigh, until she weighed down harder, nearly snapping his larynx cleanly in two.

"You win," he whimpered.

Samus smiled a little, before winding her foot back and swinging her foot into his head, knocking him out.