A/N: I'll release the first 3 chapters all at once, and if I get positive reviews, I'll continue. Again, please R&R!

Chapter 2

Stryker walked down the hallway, his boots thumping dully against the carpet. He still couldn't believe what had happened to him. The letter came in a tan envelope, and was unremarkable. He had only opened it on a whim; he usually chucked things like that. His hands had trembled as he read that the Nintendo League had drafted him, and that he was supposed to arrive at the Smash Mansion next week. In battles, his main weapon was the baseball bat. He could really get some whacks in with that thing. His Final Smash gave him two spike covered bats that could do massive damage and were instant KOs is damage was above 50. His thoughts snapped back to the present when Fox stopped at a room with a gold plaque saying FOX & STRYKER. Fox pushed open the door and both walked in. The room was minimally furnished, with a bed, , what looked like an dog bed, a bookshelf, two closets, and a small desk.

"That's your bed," said Fox, pointing to the full sized bed.

Stryker threw his duffel bag on the bed, still looking around in awe. He unpacked some clothes, several books, an iPod, a small laptop, and a banjo. His baseball bat lay against his bedside table. He pulled out his battle clothes: cargo pants, a white long-sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a desert camo jacket, and fingerless gloves. He put all his clothes in the closet, than sat down on the bed. His stomach rumbled, reminding him that he hadn't gotten breakfast.

"Uh, is there a k-kitchen somewhere?" he asked Fox.

"Yes, on the left of the main entrance hall. I think they still have some of the food from breakfast," replied Fox.

Stryker headed downstairs, colliding with what looked link a pink marshmallow at the bottom of the stairs.

"You must be Kirby," knowing the famous fighter from sight.

Kirby simply smiled. Stryker continued into the kitchen, where Peach was reading a romance novel, Pit was sharpening his blades, and Pikachu was snoozing on a chair. Looking around, he saw a plate of cinnamon rolls and a pan of scrambled eggs. He got some, then sat down next to Pikachu. Pikachu woke up and saw a stranger sitting next to him, eating something. While Pikachu had no idea who the man was, the man had food. The question was, would he share?

Stryker was working on his eggs when he was aware of someone watching him. He looked to his left and saw Pikachu sitting on his haunches looking at him with wide eyes.

"Hey, little guy," said Stryker. He gave Pikachu a cinnamon roll, which he devoured quickly.

"Pikachu!" he burbled (Yes, that IS a word) happily. Stryker grinned and scratched his ears. Stryker finished his scrambled eggs, losing about half of it to Pikachu, and then went back upstairs to his room. Fox, who was cleaning his pistol at the desk, nodded as Stryker entered. He pulled out his laptop and started doing research. He looked on the union website, where he found something a bit disturbing.

"Hey, uh, Fox? Y-You're the union l-l-leader, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, um, on the u-union website it says we d-don't have any pay. Is that true?"

"Yeah, but we do get free room, board, and medical care."

"B-but what if we want a l-little spending money?"

"Eh. We really have no need for it. "

Stryker was still a little bit put off by this. The average left tackle makes upwards of $5 millions per year, couldn't the brawlers have similar pay? He decided to look into it later, when he had a little bit more respect in the union. In the mean time, he looked up some important dates on the league's website. Training camp started in 3 days, and the first match was a month after that.

"Hey, Fox?"

"Mm?"

"What's t-training camp like?"

"You just spar a lot. You might do some weapons training, but you mostly just brawl."

"So, i-it's not really all that- all that o-organized?"

"Nope."

"H-how do you know w-w-who you spar with?"

"Typically someone challenges you to spar. But you are a rookie, and traditionally the first spar of training camp is the rookie vs. Lucario."

Inwardly, Stryker groaned. Lucario was one of the stronger brawlers, usually making it to the semi-finals. At least he had something to look forward too.

For the rest of the day, Stryker trained in the exercise room. He pushed himself longer than he usually did. Then again, he had never been going to fight a pro brawler in two days. Finally, the bell that sounded dinner rang. He peeled himself off the treadmill, then headed back to his room. He sprayed about a quarter of a can of Ax onto his body to drown out the stench of sweat. He pulled on a #15 Broncos jersey (A/N: Go Broncos! Godspeed, Tim Tebow!) and a new pair of jeans. He sped downstairs, hoping he wasn't late. Sliding into the kitchen on his socks, he almost slammed into someone.

"Sorry," he said automatically, until he saw who it was. She was tall, about 2 inches shorter than him, with brown hair that went halfway down her back. What really revealed her identities was her ears. They were long and pointed. She was Zelda, queen of Hyrule. Stryker's brain had an unfortunate habit of shorting out when an attractive woman was around. Typically, his nose glowed bright red, his stutter increased tenfold, and he would sometimes start babbling about physics. This moment was no exception. Painfully aware of his nose almost glowing on his face he sat down at the table, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. He was seated to the left of Snake and the right of Popo. The plate in front of him had an enormous sandwich, with ham, chicken, summer sausage, corned beef, and pastrami. Stryker simply stared at the enormous sandwich in front of him. At Dreamland U, dinner was some nuked leftover Chinese food. Looking around, he saw everyone at the table digging in, so he did the same. He struck up a conversation with Popo about the physics of climbing an icy mountain. Who knew? After Lucas and Ness left for bedtime, Snake disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a cooler full of Coors Light. A lot of drinking ensued, with Stryker and Snake reminiscing about their time at Dedede High. It was well after midnight when Stryker and Fox stumbled into their room and turned out the lights. Fox curled up on the dog bed and was soon snoring. Stryker pulled off his shirt and flopped down on the bed. Within seconds, he was out like a log.