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This chapter has been changed from its original format to be in the past tense. The original Author Notes have been unaltered from their original form.

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This is the story behind the very first Super Smash Bros Tournament. Why did it happen? How did the smashers come to be known as smashers? Where was Crazy Hand during the duration of the first tournament? What is the story behind the Fighting Polygons? You'll get to see it all! Not much else to say, except that I'm sorry I haven't been around. I haven't had the chance to read your stories, or write my own lately. Being a star student in school doesn't give ya much free time ;) But Summer is here! So I will be trying to catch up on reading your fan-fictions, and on writing mine. You may be wondering why I'm not updating the re-write. There's a simple answer to that. I don't have the inspiration to write anything scary. It comes to me when I'm angry and for the last few months, I've been grinning like an idiot, so, yeah, nothing horrific now. Also, I may not update/review as often as I used to, still, cause my sister is a bit of an internet hog -_-;

Disclaimer: Okay, who shall disclaim? Mewtwo, my good buddy, wanna do the honors?

Mewtwo: I'm not in this fanfiction, you thickhead.

I'm not a thickhead!

Mewtwo: Yes, you are. Do you realize how hard it is to transmit my thoughts to you? I can't be talking to anyone else, or I won't get through!

He's exaggerating.

Mewtwo: No, I'm not. Lucario agrees with me. Right, Lucario?

What's that? I didn't quite catch that.

Mewtwo: That's because I was talking to you and Lucario.

Not true!

Lucario: Actually, he's right. Your head is pretty thick.

Pikachu: Pika!

*Pikachu hits my head with thunder.*

See? If my head wasn't thick, that would have hurt.

*Mewtwo facepalms.*

Lucario: Okay, someone disclaim so we can get on with this!

You do it, Master Hand!

Master Hand: Shin owns nothing in this fanfiction. If he did, God knows he wouldn't be writing it.

Now, as they say, on with the show!

Mewtwo: Thickhead.

The final destination… a dark arena that stretches forever into the infinity of space, void of life. The Master Hand floated silently to its side, guarding over it, as it had for millennia.

While the Final Destination may have seemed to have no purpose, it was in fact the heart of the universe. Within it lied the Orb of Origin. Without it, all existence would crumble.

Thus, it was the Master Hand's job to protect it, for none could possibly hope to match his omnipotent power. The Master Hand enjoyed his job. He reveled in the peace and quiet, for rarely does one of evil heart discover the Orb of Origin. There was only a minor downfall to this peace. The bane of the Master Hand's existence. For it would one day be the death of him… "MAAASSSSTTTTEEEEERRRRRR HAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNDDDDD!"

Master Hand sighed. "Yes, Crazy Hand?"

Crazy Hand bounced onto Final Destination from the opposite side of the arena. "I'm booooorrrrreeeeedddd!"

"…So?"

"I want something to do, gimme something to do, quick!"

"Twiddle your thumbs."

"Ooooooooookay, Handy-man!"

Crazy Hand floated to Master Hand and used his thumb to push Master Hand's in a circle. "Crazy Hand, what are you doing?"

"Twiddling my thumbs!"

"Not MY thumb!"

"But Master Hand, we're the same person!"

"No, we're not!"

"Well, I think we're attached to the same thing!"

"We're not attached to anything!"

"How do you know? Have you ever SEEN what we're attached to?"

"No, that's the point!"

"You can't prove it!"

"There's nothing to prove!"

"You can't prove that, either!"

"Just go away."

"Okay. WHHHHEEEEEEEE!"

Crazy Hand dashed around Final Destination in a hyped-up frenzy.

"Crazy Hand, have you visited that planet made of sugar again?"

"I dunno! Ask the planet, it'll tell ya! Hyahaha!"

"In other words, you did."

"Yep!"

"Okay, let me find the tranquilizer."

Master Hand snapped his fingers and a syringe filled with pink liquid appeared in his hand, causing Crazy Hand to gasp in horror. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOT DEH PINK STUFF! ME LIKIES MAH SUGAH HIGH!"

Master Hand proceeded to chase Crazy Hand around. Crazy Hand snapped his fingers and things started appearing above Master Hand, narrowly missing him. "Noooooooooooooo!"

Master Hand caught him, and within seconds, the tranquilizer made him calm down. (Let's face it. No matter how much tranquilizer you give a floating hand, it isn't gonna sleep.) "What am I going to do with you?"

Crazy Hand floated up. "Love me!"

"Do I need to give you another dose?"

Crazy Hand squeaked out, "No…"

"Now, be a good boy and go do something that doesn't involve me."

Crazy Hand floated away.

"Now, where was I? Ah, yes."

Master Hand floated back to his spot. Crazy Hand floated back with some paper and a pencil.

"Crazy Hand, what are you doing?"

"Nuuuuuuhhthing!"

He started scribbling on the paper. Master Hand floated over him and read them. "No, no, no! Crazy Hand, I said nothing involving me!"

"It doesn't involve you!"

"You're writing letters and signing with MY initials! What is up with that? What do they say, anyway?"

"I'll give you a copy, you can read it later."

Crazy Hand snapped his finger and the newly written letters floated into envelopes. Crazy Hand snapped his fingers again and twelve plastic badges appear in front of him. They float into the envelopes, and they seal themselves and fly off in different directions. He snapped his fingers one last time and another letter appeared. "Here, here's a copy of the letters. You'll like them!"

"I highly doubt it."

Master Hand opened the envelope and proceeded to read the letter.

"'Dear Mario,' Hey! Crazy Hand! Who's Mario?"

"A plumber!"

"Why are you writing letters to a plumber?"

"Just read it!"

"Fine, fine!

'Dear Mario,'

'I am Master Hand.'

Oh, that's original.

'I am inviting you to a tournament. Just put on the badge if you want to come. You'll get to fight me if you win. If you don't, then your world is gonna go boom! Bwahaha! Mastah Hand!'

'Signed, M.H.'

Crazy Hand, what the heck are you thinking? Get those letters back! Now!"

"Too late, they done gone and found them! Whee-hee!"

"What? How did they find the letters that fast?"

"I made the letters keep hitting them in the head until they picked 'em up!"

The argument was interrupted when a spark was seen to the side. "Crazy Hand! I'll kill you!"

"Momma Mia! A floating-a hand-a! What's-a all-a this-a about-a?"

Master Hand turned to face him and saw a short, plump plumber in a red hat and shirt, with blue overalls. His hat was marked with an "M." He held up the letter.

"Oh, you wanna see my brother, Crazy Hand. He's over here. Crazy Hand!"

Master Hand turned around and Crazy Hand was gone. "Crazy Hand! You jerk! This means more tranq later!"

Crazy Hand didn't respond. So that was it. He was doing this because he was bored. He was probably laughing his head—er, hand—off. More flashes. Right, he sent twelve.

Master Hand turned around again, and two more—creatures—were standing there. A green dinosaur with a white stomach and big eyes, and a gorilla that looks as though he could pound a house into the ground.

"Yoshi Yoshi!"

The gorilla roared. "Okay, that's three of you. There ought to be nine more of you arriving. I'll explain then."

Soon enough, five more of the nine had arrived. One of them wore an orange and yellow scientific-looking suit. It appeared to be ancient, and at the same time, far more advanced than any weapon of mass destruction.

One of them appeared to be the most normal of them all except the plumber. The thing that set this young man apart was his distinctly pointy ears and green, medieval-looking tunic.

The next was small. It appeared to be a pink puffball, with red cheeks and big, black eyes.

The next one was only slightly bigger, but looked even more strange. The best description for it would be a large, yellow mouse with black ears and brown stripes across its bottom.

The last one appeared human in the way it stands, but it wouldn't take a genius to tell you it looks more like a fox. It wore casual-looking clothes. A green shirt and pants, accompanied by a white vest.

"Well, it appears the other four are not going to show up. Very well, then. We will begin without them. I know you all must be very irritated—"

A roar swallowed up Master Hand as all eight fighters started yelling.

"You kidding! I've been hoping for an adventure!"

"You bet! I'm pissed!"

"I'll go along with this, but only if you pay me!"

"Poyo!"

"Pika!"

"Yoshi Yoshi!"

"Momma Mia! You-a know it!"

A roar from the gorilla drowned out the rest of what they said. Master Hand recoiled. Such a strong reaction! Crazy Hand must pay for this.

"Listen!"

Master Hand's voice drowned them all out, and they got quiet.

"I am Master Hand, but I did NOT send you the letters! You got those from my hyper-active brother, Crazy Hand!"

Another outburst.

"Yeah, right! Quit lying!"

He snapped his fingers loudly. "As much as I would like to send you home, I can't. The magic of the Final Destination will not allow you to leave until you've fulfilled the condition of your arrival—a tournament. Until it is over, you may not leave. And it seems, I'll have to fight the winner."

"Why not?" the elf-like person yelled.

Master Hand blanched. "Um... I don't know, actually. That's just the way this place works!"

The man in the ancient suit said, "Hah! Maybe these dorks can't leave, but I can!"

He pressed some buttons on his left arm. An orange light was seen in the distance, heading toward Final Destination. It closed in, but before it could get close enough to land, it bounced off a green barrier of sorts.

"My ship!"

"I told you, there's no leaving. Now, I will arrange the tournament grid. Tell me your names, and I will set your matches."

The man in the green tunic raised his hand. "Where will we be fighting?"

Master Hand stopped. "I don't know. I don't think it will be too unreasonable to have you fight on your own planets. But... no, you can't leave... Ah, well. I'll figure it out."

Master Hand snapped his fingers and a dry-erase board appears in midair, and marker in his hand. It was large enough that it could be seen from the entire Final Destination. He drew a tournament grid on it. "Each of the eight competitors will have a one-on-one fight. In the semi-finals, the four remaining competitors will fight before going on to the last match. The winner of it will fight me. Now, you will each draw a number from this box, and it will determine your placing."

A box appeared floating in midair. The plumber walked forward and reached his hand in, drawing a number. "My-a numba is-a three!"

"Okay, and what is your name?"

"Mario!"

"Right, the plumber..."

He writes Mario's name in the third slot from the left.

"Next!"

The man in the green tunic was the next to draw. He held up the number. "Four! My name is Link!"

Master Hand wrote Link's name in the slot.

The pink puffball stepped forward and drew a number. It says, "Poyo! Poy!"

"I can't understand him. I'll bet Crazy Hand's having a ball now."

The fox-man stepped over to the pink puff. "I can fix that."

He removed a small device from his pocket and hooked it onto the puffball's foot, where it became invisible. The puff said, "I said, I have number one, poyo! My name is Kirby, poyo!"

"Excellent work, uh, name?"

"Fox McCloud! Anyone else here unable to talk?"

The mouse, the dinosaur and gorilla raised their hands. He hooked them up as well. After everyone had introduced themselves and drawn a number, the table ended up like this:

Fight One: Kirby vs. Pikachu

Fight Two: Mario vs. Link

Fight Three: Fox vs. Samus

Fight Four: Donkey Kong vs. Yoshi

"Alright! Now, we have our first match! But you know…"

He looked around at them. He felt kind of bad that Crazy Hand had forced them into this. It wasn't their fault they had to fight, and they looked like they could seriously hurt each other. He didn't want that. "I have an idea."

Master Hand snapped his fingers. The fighters were now standing in front of a castle. The Final Destination was visible in the sky. "This is the Smash Castle. There's no need to rush things, and I thought, well, you all might like to stay here while I take care of some business! You all may have any room you like, and you can help yourselves to the kitchen! I'll let you find your own way around. Get to know each other while you're here! And PLEASE stick to the first two floors! It's very easy to get lost in the place!"

Master Hand disappeared, leaving the others on their own.

First thing's first. You may be wondering why Samus is referred to as a he.

Samus: Yeah, why is that? *Aims blaster at my face*

Well, she appears to the other smashers, and Master Hand, to be a man.

Samus: Are you saying I got no hips? *Starts charging blaster*

Well, I'm off to read yall's fics, but I'll be back soon!

*Samus starts firing at me*

HAAAAEEEEELLLLPPPP!

*Runs away*

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This chapter has been changed from its original format to be in the past tense. The original Author Notes have been unaltered from their original form.