Peach's accidental net touch made headlines in Mushroom Kingdom and caused a stirrup amongst its people. From newspapers, sports magazines, tabloids, and television - her racquet fluke was all over the place. It was the pure irony that drove the infamous act to its stardom since Peach's gameplay was like no other. She used two hands on both wings making swings more compact, struck the ball with perfect angles, was one of the cleanest hitters, and always reduced her errors. She simply couldn't understand what the big fuss was all about. It's not like she let out a wild forehand into the audience stands.

On top of that, her draw for the Star Open wasn't the easiest. She remembered letting out a sigh of grief as she acknowledged Donkey Kong, Yoshi, and the No. 1 seed, Mario in her bracket. However, it was her pure determination to win that kept her fighting and she led them all to their defeat. She clearly was an advocate of the mental aspects of the sport and it was shown throughout her career since she was seeded No. 2 in the tournament.

Ever since the incident at the Star Open, Peach's intensity had relinquished into mildness. Small, but major, tournaments following Star Open began to showcase her lack of confidence and stride as point after point of lackluster action turned into loss after loss. Soon, Peach's onscreen and offscreen appearances began to fade and she only made occasional appearances during charity events, most notably those that supported Goomba abuse, where she spoke at a podium about how remarkable the progression of the charity was becoming and then left. Soon enough, her special appearances, as well as herself, vanished from the public eye.

People questioned where on Mushroom Kingdom and even Mario World would Peach be. When asked, Peach's assistant and occasional doubles partner, Toad, would answer, "She's been deprived of happiness. Everyone's been giving her dirt and mud when she deserves diamonds and pearls." In fact, A conference was held by the Mushroom Kingdom Tennis Association to determine as to whether or not Peach's name would still be posted on the roster. She was no longer active in accumulating trophies, ranking points, and even prize money. In addition to this, Peach's rank plummeted and it would seem as if it would take forever for her to get back in track. This conference was attended by, once again, Toad who successfuly persuaded the committee to allow Peach's name to stay.

"Just you watch," Toad told them. "She'll make a comeback."

"Oh?" Questioned one of the representatives of Yoshi Isle. "She's practically DEAD!"

"She's not dead!" Toad exclaimed. "Just.. you know.. bed ridden."

Fast forward four years later.

Peach rested her back against a pillow that laid itself according to the head rest of her bed. The curtains were closed and displayed a sense of depression and anguish. She placed her head uncomfortably into the wall, not caring, and eyed the television screen. A dvd of her match with Baby Mario was being played.

"It really seems as if Peach has lost her edge," the commentator said. "This match is done for!"

Peach threw the ball into the air and lazily tapped the ball into the service square with a full frontal stance. There wasn't even an attempt of a knee bend, body pronation, or a back swing. It was as if she was giving the point to her opponent.

Baby Mario took off into a full sprint, his diapers practically about to drop to his ankles. He jumped upwards, following the ball's bounce, and swung. The racquet connected, but due to Baby Mario's small size, the ball's net clearance had a low margin of error. The ball smacked the tape of the net, jumped into the air and landed on the center T of the service boxes. Peach jogged for it and started her back swing.

Back in reality land, Peach's eyes were glued to her onscreen eyes. Her onscreen eyes dropped a squirt of uneasiness. This was when she remembered what happened againsted Boo at the Star Open.

Back to television world, Peach's two-handed low-to-high forehand backswing turned into a two-handed high-to-low-JUST-MAKE-IT-IN slice. The ball bounced right off the frame of Peach's racquet and went directly to the LEFT side of her net. The ball boy dove out of the way just in time.

"BARGH!" Peach groaned. It was a groan loud enough that made her canopy rumble. "WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS THAT?"

Her arms folded together and her chin rested on her chest with eyes closed. Tears began to form, but her eyes tightened and those drops were the last of them.

Then there was knocking on the door.

"Huh?" Peach came to her full attention and she hurried to turn the television off with a press of a remote control button. "Who is it?"

"Toadette."

"Hold on just a sec," she said. "Come in!"

The door opened and in skipped a little girl with pink hairs bounded in two braids. She struggled to keep her mushroom cap from falling but kept her youthful posture in check with her bright smile. It was the sight of Peach's gloomy face that made Toadette question her mood.

"You're not watching those videos again, are you?" Toadette questioned.

"No.." Peach lied. "Uh - maybe."

"See!" Toadette yelled which caused Peach to shriek in her bed. For a small girl, she had quite the vocals. "You're not over it! You told Toad and I that you were but you're still swimming around in tears!"

"Hey," Peach objected. "I don't cry that much."

"Really?" Toadette grabbed the remote, turned the television on, fast forwarded and played.

"Match point Birdo." the television rang out.

"You're so hurtful!" Peach erupted in tears by then. Toadette shook her head and covered her ears in an attempt to hold out all the wails of agony.

"Peach!" Toadette yelled. "Calm yourself!"

"How can I calm myself when all this negativity is occuring all around me!?" she screamed. "You're so hurtful! Baby Mario was good enough but BIRDO?! Yeah! You're pretty much Miss Congeniality, you moron." Soon, those droplets of tears turned into geysers. Then that geyser turned right into a waterfall.

"STOP!" Toadette yelled. Her sudden ferocious voice caused Peach to do so.

"Get out of bed," she commanded. "We're going to settle this once and for all."

"No!" Peach objected. "I don't WANT to! You can't make me!"

Toadette grabbed a hold of Peach's wrist and yanked. Peach's whole upper torso jolted in accordance to the yank and suddenly Toadette, the small woman of at least 3'5, had the upperhand. "C'mon!" she yelped.

"No! No! No!"

"OUT'CHA GO!" the last tug sent Peach flipping over the edge of the bed.

BAM!

"Oh geez," Toadette said under her breath. "You okay?"

"You're so hurtful!" Peach said. "So abusive.. why can't you just let me be?"

"Because." Toadette didn't even finish her reasoning and began to drag Peach out her bedroom quarters. Peach's screams and wails didn't even phase anybody because everyone in the castle was well aware what Toadette was getting Peach prepared for: a comeback.