This next chapter is based off of the victory image of Luigi after beating his All Star Challenge. Like chapter 1, this is another chapter which was originally written only by Sunny. Don't worry, our co-lab chapters will be coming up soon!

Enjoy.

Chapter 2

Hi, Mario!

The massive mixture of hologram technology and sturdily engineered terrain could make even the most exotic locations come immediately to life. Even the endless droning of the crowd became little more than the scream of the waterfall, chilly spray mixing with the heavy jungle heat as log platforms tilted and swerved on their rope and wooden supports.

Oh, but sometimes he wondered if he wasn't becoming too old for this sort of thing. It was a cause for mild embarrassment that his older brother never saw the need for much rest or recuperation. Honestly, his brother was a born socialite, always talking to people, always making them laugh and bending over backwards to please. He never wanted to stay home, loathed the mediocrity which kept his younger brother alive sometimes, always jumping head-first into things.

His brother was different however, the younger brother, twins they were, true, and Luigi was far taller than his brother, but regardless he was still the younger one. Through some unwritten law since their childhood this had always meant that the calmer, quieter twin needed to constantly be dragged around performing all sorts of insane stunts. Personally, he liked his inventions more than running around making a mess of everything.

But, would Mario ever see things his way? Of bloody-well-course not! It was the same every year as well, they'd bicker and argue for days on end about the Smash Competition. Luigi never balked at the idea of attending, they'd made many friends over the years and he was more than willing to part from his tinkering and mediocre lifestyle to spend a few weeks each year being a bit more like his brother. What the two butted heads on was actual participation, and how the younger brother didn't want to have anything to do with that anymore. If it hadn't been downright true that without his younger brother's sturdy, clear-minded approach to fighting and competition that Mario would have somehow found a way to totally destroy himself or someone else in the arena… Well, Luigi would have been perfectly content to simply remain a spectator for the whole bloody event.

And of course, as luck would have it, they were never damn well paired together anyways. So it was a complete and utter waste of time for him to compete, and the only advantage for him was being able to out-jump, out-run and out-reach, his normally dominant brother. But Oh-Sweet-Shine what an advantage it was…

A Timed Teams Battle on the raging jungle river was the current scenario, the scenery strangely alien to the competitors as the feeling of eerie weightlessness vanished and each was doped off under or above certain positions on the stage.

A large, dragon-like tortes with shocking red hair and a yellow maw, teeth, claws, and shell-spikes all glittering white, landed on the far right edge of the rickety raft, threatening with his weight to shatter the entire ledge. His slitted black eyes scanned the stage in a blood-thirsty manner, rumbling lowly in his chest as he regained his balance after the awkwardness of the teleport.

Above him on a smaller platform which hung over the main level, a familiar stocky form all dressed in red. His scruffy brown hair and mustache similar to the sort he himself sported. It seemed ironic for his brother and the vicious Koopa to be paired together for their match.

Directly across from the older brother was the younger, and he glanced back over his shoulder briefly to make sure his partner had arrived safely. He didn't need to worry, feeling the platform creek and bend in anguish as the second-heaviest Competitor planted his flat feet down on the boards. The massive ape with his shaggy roan fur and oddly well kept red tie was beyond the full sight of the younger twin, but with a series of high yelps and hoots, they were ready to begin.

"Go!"

As another unwritten rule since the brothers had begun participating in the tournament, when pitted against one another they were generally always left to their own devices. And this time, that was alright with him, as he had few wants or wishes to face off against the angry flames of the mortified tortes; Bowser would be in a right dangerous mood, paired up with his enemy as he was. The entire stage shook and sagged dangerously as the two titans rushed forwards and met in the middle, fur and flame flying as they grappled at one another in a mad, violent frenzy.

As one, the Brothers took to the air, and jumped straight towards one another. Regrettably, his brother was a tad predictable to one who'd fought him often during childhood over silly, brotherly quarrels. They leapt forwards, but as his red brother began to twist sharply in the air to draw him into a dangerous and painful attack, the younger one faked him out. He twisted in mid-air, gaining some unknown form of momentum as he placed his ankles firmly together. Again he regretted his growing age as he snapped his head back, flipping head-over-heels four times at least before leveling out a good deal higher and farther away from his brother than before.

Not wasting time for the breath which may have quelled the sudden ache in his lower back from the acrobatics, the younger brother drew his arms and legs in close. His mind instantly felt a blank calm, and then a sudden, blindingly hot flash of fire shot through his veins. Going rigid in the air, his head was pointed at his brother's prone form, and like a shot the younger, enflamed sibling, was firing through the air with shocking speed.

This was to be a remarkably short match, only a solitary minute of violence allotted as the fight was an unexpected one. The small boy, two electric mice, and the competition's other set of twins had been scheduled to duke it out for a solid five minutes, but fate had thrown that plan to hell. The twins were sick in bed with measles, the smaller of the two electric creatures had gotten itself caught in an air duct after a dare had gone wrong, and the small psychic boy had gotten himself in deathly trouble with the brothers' own Princess after ignoring his homework for the past several weeks.

His head hurt, but at least the strike sent his stocky brother flying a pleasantly far distance.

Finding the strength to hold his body firm in the air as he fell backwards to the platform he'd begun from, the older man just narrowly avoided impalement as the enraged bulk of Bowser rocketed a hair's breath away from his nose on a skyward pass. The tortes roared in unmitigated hatred as he was sent spiraling far beyond the boundaries of the arena. Already, the match was almost over.

His brother did not end up falling all the way to the bottom boundary however. Huffing and puffing, the younger brother sprinted forwards and paid his aching knees no mind as he dropped from the higher platform to the main level where his team mate was jeering the crowd into a higher level of excitement than before.

Thankfully, the flushed look on his brother's face could easily be seen as one of numb exertion, and he was clinging with only one gloved hand to the edge of the rocking and rolling platform. His somewhat heavy brother didn't seem to have the instant strength the haul himself back up after the flight and battle to return.

"Hi, Mario…"

"Luigi! Don't be coy!" His brother puffed and huffed hysterically, fully expecting an orb of green fire to the nose to send him overboard. Well now, his brother wasn't so low as that, one did not attack another man when he was unable to defend, especially not when it's one's older, dominant brother…

Older brother who always pulls you into stupid situations like this one…

He didn't attack him, he merely followed the old rules of their childhood; he was the submissive one after all. He was the one who liked too tinker with his pipes and blocks and think of creative little courses and obstacles. He wasn't a great fan of confrontation or needless boasting, of course he could fight, but it wasn't something he lived for.

So, in keeping to the rules of their life and relationship, he clasped his hands behind his back, lowered his head, and-

"LUIGI!"

"Bye, Mario…"

-placed a timid kick right on the bastard's knuckles, causing his overweight, slow, short and insanely irritating older brother, to drop right out of sight through the mists of the waterfall.

Bowser returned before the match concluded, Mario received Angelic Bonus points for ending the match on the revival platform.

It's so much more amusing if you just think of the brothers using that strong Italian accent when speaking.