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Six awoke in his large Onion-suite, blinking his oversized red eyes for the formation of sleep-crystals. Lazily he went about his morning business, in preparation for Monday morning training sessions. He brushed his… well he didn't have teeth so he didn't really brush anything, combed his leaf, and went to check his mail. (Pikmin do have mail, of course.)
He had received a cute anniversary card from his girlfriend of three days, (that's a long time for a Pikmin, as Olimar goest through them so quickly), Seventy-two was her name, some add about pollination apparatus expansion, and-
Shouting with glee, he called up his friends, and announced the wonderful news, only to realize that none of them had ears or a mouth, and he didn't have them either. Instead, he pretended to smile to himself, thinking of what great fun would occur.
A Smash Tournament had been announced. And the Great and Benevolent Lord Olimar had personally invited him to partake. It was the greatest honor any Pikmin could dream of, and it had happened to Six.
……
Every member of the Elite Brawl Elites were gathered in the meeting room, waiting for the booming voice they knew belonged to the Master Hand to come out of no where.
Eventually, it did.
"Attention all Brawlers! The initial elimination round will begin in exactly 2.4 hours. And the participants, picked out of Crazy Hand's… hat? Why did you buy a hat!"
"I wanted to."
"Ah. Well, in any case, they first to fight for their right to participate are…"
The Smashers held their breath in anticipation…
"Wolf, Link, Wario, and Mr. Game & Watch! Good luck to all!"
Wolf stood up in a rage, knocking his chair over in just the right direction that it collided with Toon Link's head, causing him to bleed cell shaded blood.
But that's not the point. The point is Wolf's rage, "Whaddaya mean 'I might get eliminated before the tournament even starts!"
The Master Hand would have narrowed his eyes in a bored manner, but he was lacking in the way of such things, "Exactly like what it sounds like." This did not calm Wolf down at all, in fact, quite the contrary.
Link joined the canine in this fury, but he didn't say anything, instead letting out the assorted shouts he is known for. One day, he may talk. But that day is not today.
Also, it should be noted that neither Wolf nor Link took their meds today.
Wario, being the conniving fellow he is, attempted to reverse the 'W' on the screen, but didn't realized that it wasn't a billboard, and 'W's could not be reversed unless it was a god damn billboard.
And finally, Mr. Game & Watch sat there, flat and emotionless… because… he is flat… and emotionless…
A/N:
That's the quickest chapter we've written for anything… ever. We swear they'll be longer in the future. Anyway, we had this brilliant idea. You, that's right, the person who is reading and clearly is going to review, can choose who the victor of the tournament will be. All you have to do is vote for whomever you want to win the fight that's coming up next. And yes, we are voting. We kid, we kid. Votes for Mr. Game & Watch will not be counted. Just kidding, sort of. (Just kidding about kidding or something, post the fanific!)