A/N: Hello! This is the longest chapter I've EVER wrote! 7,500 words! Enjoy!
There is something in here that I kinda made up, but it's very similar to the Olympics. Hopefully no confusion!
Chapter Thirty-Five: Tough Training
Nobody liked waking up early, not even Master Hand.
But, the hand still had to drag himself out of wherever he slept to set up the plans for the hectic day ahead for him, Brawls and now, the hand struck up the habit to pull out his bill book everyday preparing to list down every object he had to pay according to Mr. Game and Watch.
Master Hand groggily flipped open the huge calendar where all the scheduled Brawls were listed, and he ran his giant index finger down to today. He scanned the words on who was going to be battling who, but his eyesight(?) was still a little bleary.
He could only make out a few letters, though the hand could still tell the arrangement of the letters weren't names he recognized.
Finally, his vision cleared.
And then, after reading the words, he was wide awake.
He snapped his fingers, effectively waking Crazy Hand, though Crazy Hand was never asleep, so that really didn't count.
"WhAt'S uP, bRo?" Crazy questioned curiously, his fingers twitching excitedly.
With his index finger pointing up, Master Hand announced, "It's the Mass Smash Matches today!"
The Smasher grumbled as they piled into the arena, still half-asleep.
"Why is it that every time he has something to announce it's always at 6 IN THE MORNING?" Samus grumbled, already feeling a headache forming.
A half-asleep Pac-Man tripped over his feet and collided into Yoshi, who in turn collided into Olimar. Loud groans and swearing radiated in the arena as everyone rubbed their eyes. Pac-Man made himself comfortable by now sleeping peacefully on a distraught Jigglypuff.
Master Hand cleared his throat loudly. "Ahem, attention all Smashers!" he called.
"What is it this time?!" Samus grouched irritably. She was tightly clutching her pillow as if all she wanted to do was to lay on it as soon as possible (which was true).
"Is it cleaning again?" someone protested.
"Or school?" another scoffed.
"Well, it's neither. I learned from my past mistakes and I'm not doing that again." Master Hand could remember the painful memories of trying to get the Smashers to effectively clean and go to school. Neither ended well.
"Anyway, today is going to be a special day!" Master Hand began cheerfully, making the Smashers become even more suspicious. "Can anybody guess what it is?"
"Um...food fight day?"
"It's a food eating contest!"
"Sleep in and relax day!"
"Torture Fox day?"
"You mean torture Wolf day?"
"Vacation at the beach?"(Meta Knight smirked at the thought of summoning a hurricane again.)
"Oh! It's make-Master-Hand-our-servant-today, right?"
The hand's smile(?) began to falter at each suggestion. "Nope, none of that!" he snapped before remembering to compose himself.
"Today is going to be a special day because it is Mass Smash Matches today!" Master Hand enjoyed the looks of shock from their faces, forgetting the previous suggestions.
"Now, now, I know you're all excited!" Master Hand shrilled delightfully through the incessant groans from the Smashers. "As some of you might remember, today is Mass Smash Match!"
"WTH is that?" Dark Pit grumbled as certain Smashers like Mario and Pikachu sighed.
"Especially for veterans, this day should sound familiar!" Master Hand continued cheerily as if he was advertising a spot in hell. "I will repeat it for the sake of the newcomers: Mass Smash Matches is a day which occurs once every two years that will have Smash matches the entire day, nonstop, hence the word, mass. They will be a random mix between Free For Alls, Team Battles, One-on-Ones, and Eight-Player-Smash, also randomly mixed between Time and Stock matches."
"Kill me now," Link muttered under his breath, remembering every second of this day exactly two years ago.
"Each of you Smashers will also be randomly chosen by your profile cards by an automated machine, so go out into the Arena when you see your profile project on the screen in the training room. This very screen will also allow a live stream of the current fight, if any of you are interested in watching.
"By the same automated machine, it will generate a random stage and a random type of match, so you don't know if you're going into a Time or Stock match with three other Smashers, one other Smasher, three others with one as your ally, or seven rivals to compete against, so it will really be a surprise! Starts at eight in the morning until eight in the evening with ten minute breaks somewhere in between for recovering and fueling up.
"As you're waiting for your match, you may make the time to practice in the training room until going out to face a fellow Smasher! Besides, it's a great time of the year to lose a few thousand pounds before the holidays! I wish you the best of luck!" Master Hand finished his lengthy explanation as the veteran Smashers' faces filled with remembrance and dread.
"Hey, is it that bad, Hero-King?" Lucina, who was new to all this whatever Mass Smash Match day, questioned to Marth beside her.
Being a veteran from the start, the prince had experienced every two years of Mass Smash Matches. He turned to face the swordswoman and gripped her shoulders. "Yes, it is beyond dreadful! You get fatigued and lethargic halfway through the day, yet you see you still have who knows how many matches left to face!" The prince sighed despairingly.
Lucina paled at the thought of fighting however many matches in the whole twelve-hour span of Mass Smash Matches. The most she ever fought in a day was three matches, one a Team Battle which she didn't have to work too hard on with a partner, and the thought of fighting any more matches already made her feel spent out and weak.
"Only ten minute breaks? You've got to be kidding me!" Villager protested.
"You get used to the painful tiredness after three Mass Smash Match days I had to go through from the start," Captain Falcon muttered beside him.
"The upside is that after so many matches, both you and your opponents are pretty weak and tired, so at least they're not gonna kick your ass so hard," Wolf informed indignantly.
The Original Twelve all had stricken looks, from participating in three Mass Smash Matches and Melee ones less than that, and Brawlers only from one of them. Little did the newcomers know, they had underestimated the toughness of the day so hard.
"A Mass Smash Match day, huh?"
"Yep."
Chrom leaned against the back wall next to Robin as the silver-haired swordsman skimmed through his book of tomes in his hand.
Chrom had joined Robin to train as well, in case he was summoned to assist him in his Final Smash. It was currently seven in the morning, and the first match started at eight sharp.
Robin glanced at the giant flat-screen TV which flashed the four Smashers' profiles divided across the screen, the countdown reading fifty-nine minutes and twelve seconds.
"Hmmm," Chrom mumbled, reading on who the first match was going to consist.
Mr. Game and Watch, Roy, Roy Koopa, and R.O.B.'s profiles were displayed across the whole screen, announcing them to all the Smashers on who was going to be in the first match of the Mass Smash Matches.
"If there are only four people, then Eight-Player-Smash is canceled out," figured Chrom.
Robin nodded without looking away from his book of tomes. "Yes, so that leaves the fact that the four players could be in a Free-For-All, a Team Battle, or two separate One-on-Ones at the same time," the silver-haired swordsman concluded.
Chrom chuckled, causing Robin to look up from his book. "Is something the matter, Chrom?"
Chrom just shook his head and said, "It's amazing how calm you're being. Shouldn't you be training?"
"I am training. I'm reading my tomes."
"I know, but you do remember that they don't last forever?" Chrom gestured with his chin at the Levin sword sitting idly beside Robin.
But he just waved dismissively. "I'll get to the physical stuff later."
The two were quiet once again, nothing moving between them other than Robin's coffee irises sliding across the words of his tome book.
Chrom stared at his daughter, Lucina, slashing energetically at a sandbag, her battle cries drowned by the other practicing Smashers'. He smiled a smile full of pride and proudness, and applauded when the swordswoman promptly sent the sandbag crashing into Ike from her fully charged Shield Breaker.
"That was impressive, my dear girl!" Chrom called out to her.
Lucina peered over at him and smiled, giving him a thumbs up before whipping around just in time to block a swing from Ragnell. From there on, Ike and Lucina were tied in a practice One-on-One match. "You know how much it hurts to have a sandbag slammed in your face?!" the faint voice of Ike echoed to them.
Chrom chuckled, then turned to Robin, a new question randomly popping up in his brain.
"Say, Robin, are you possibly having an affair with someone?" Chrom asked nonchalantly.
"Yes, that is a fact," came the blunt reply, the eyes never leaving the book.
"May I ask who?"
"Her."
"Pardon me?"
Robin's head slid up from his book, his eyes locking onto Lucina who was still battling with Ike. "Her," he repeated.
Chrom was hit by the sudden realization. "My...daughter?"
"Yes. What do you think of it? Do you approve?"
Chrom stared dubiously at his friend. Now this was the first time he heard about that. "Ah, well...um, let's see...how I think?...ah…." The blue-haired swordsman was at a loss for words.
Then he cleared his throat. "Well, to answer your question, do you love her?"
Robin was quiet for a moment, still staring incessantly at the combating swordswoman. "Of course I love her."He was forced to look at Chrom from the surprise hand he put on his shoulder.
"If you really love her, you must protect her at all costs, and not once do I want her life to be in harm's way. Then I will approve," Chrom stated formally.
Robin grinned slightly and nodded. "Of course, you have my sincere word."
"Then are you ready for the'physical stuff' yet?" Chrom exclaimed, his sword suddenly in his hand as he slashed at Robin.
Robin dodged and retaliated with Nosterafu. "Don't make we use Thunder on you," he warned mischievously with a smirk.
Chrom smirked back at him, and the two began practicing as the timer on the screen ticked on, each passing second closer to the first match of the day.
G&W was in the training room, busy trying to blast the sandbag into the KO zone. He was fated to be included in the first match of the day, much to his dismay, which started in approximately one hour. By then, he had to be prepared, so he vowed to practice hard.
The 2D man spied Falco passing by, and lightly tapped him on the shoulder.
"What do ya want?" Falco asked gruffly.
"Beep bloop."
Falco was soon flying out the broken window after been Judged a number 9 from G&W.
Returning back to the sandbag, G&W began to train. His match was in an hour, and he wanted to use all of the time to practice. Of course, G&W wasn't the only one training. In fact, everyone was in the massive-football-field training room.
Rosalina and Luma were not too far away making quick work on a sandbag, Luma successfully blasting it off the KO zone, the pair high-fiving before returning to their practice.
Dr. Mario was pelting his sandbag with his pills screeching, "TAKE YOUR PILLS OR ELSE YOU WILL GET A COLD! AND DON'T COME TO ME IF YOU HAVE A HEADACHE BECAUSE I'M RUNNING OUT OF ANTIBIOTICS!"
Ike was swinging his sword around powerfully, enough to make G&W cringe. Fluff surrounded him from previous sandbags that didn't survive his powerful blows. The mercenary was about to deliver a final fatal blow before some other Smashers' sandbag knocked him down. Then Ike and Lucina were suddenly clashing.
There was also Kirby, who was swallowing sandbag after sandbag. G&W turned back to his own sandbag making a mental note to tell Master Hand that after today, there would probably be a shortage of sandbags.
Nearby, R.O.B. shot a Robo Beam on another sandbag, his target spot on. Mechanically conducting more and more attacks on the sandbag, the robot suddenly felt awfully tired.
I do not understand this lethargy, the robot thought, confused. Only twenty minutes have elapsed, yet it appears I am feeling as if I've already done a good share of Brawling. Now that I recall, I haven't woken up quite replenished, as if my battery isn't full just quite yet…
However, the robot decided to ignore it for the time being. He figured he would solve it after his match with G&W and the Roys in a little bit.
Roy was busy trying to destroy the sandbag while Roy was held up on trying to pummel the sandbag as well.
"Nice!" Roy commented to Roy.
Roy high-fived Roy then Roy and Roy turned back to their training. Roy sent a sandbag flying to Roy, who in turn, hit it back to Roy, and Roy volleyed it back. Roy hit the sandbag back to Roy who dodged the sandbag from Roy and the sandbag from Roy smacked into Fox.
The two Roys snickered.
They turned to look at a Fox approaching scarily fast, somehow equipped with a helmet that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. They watched as he fell through a conveniently placed trap door.
At last, the speaker buzzed to life. All the Smashers fell silent (aside from the screaming Fox).
"Game and Watch, Roy, R.O.B, and Roy Koopa please arrive at the arena where you will be generated to a random stage. The match will start immediately after a three second count down."
The speaker cut off and the Smashers began to whisper excitedly to one another.
Roy and Roy walked briskly to the arena. "I wonder if its gonna be a Team Battle."
"I hope I'll be on your team then."
"We'll just have to find out."
The two Roys arrived at the arena at record time, with G&W and R.O.B. followed suit.
"Team Battle!" the announcer declared, the faces of Roy and Roy on the blue team and G&W and R.O.B. on the blue team.
The four teleported to the random stage, which they soon discovered was the new stage, Pyrosphere. They also shortly discovered the giant timer lit up close to them, announcing the match as a Timed match. Three minutes were on the clock.
"3...2...1…"
The four fighters hopped a little from the adrenaline, sending the other team intimidating glances.
"...GO!"
The match began.
R.O.B. began attacking Roy Koopa, who was the nearest to him. He managed to blast him with his laser when the robot suddenly stopped, the same feeling of fatigue from earlier in the training room.
Hmm... it appears that my battery is running critically low, the robot thought. It looks like I am going to have to shut down in 15 seconds. Was it perhaps that Snake, who blew up the hallways last night, damaged my charger that's essential for my movement during the day? I will have to report him to Master Hand for that. Surely the hand will put him in a room with an angry Sonic.
The three Smashers paused as they looked at R.O.B., who's eyes began to blink red.
"Is he turning evil?" Roy whispered to Roy.
"Bzzrk...can..not..opperate...I..repeat…..can…...not…" The robot's glowing eyes faded as he shut down.
"Beep...bloop?" G&W looked at the two Roys who was staring at him.
They suddenly grinned.
The twosome began to advance on the 2D character, making the obvious advantage clear. G&W felt that the next few minutes was going to be not intense, but more like humiliating torture. He gulped as the Roys closed in on him.
G&W barely managed to dodge a blow from Roy, but was unable to react when the other Roy hit him with the canon ball in his Clown Car. Cornered, G&W decided to try his luck and Judge them.
As unlucky as he was, it was a measly 1. He beeped and blooped, swearing angrily as he got KO-ed off the stage.
When he arrived back through the teleporter, he knew that he would never be able to win against two people by himself. Hopping off the platform, he decided to just avoid them and run for his life.
The two Roys chased after the escaping G&W, grinning and laughing evilly. Roy began sending out cannon balls and all sorts of weapons from his Clown Car while the other Roy was doing close up damage with his sword.
Roy managed to hit G&W hard enough to send him flying. Swear words were running in and out of his mind as G&W crashed into the useless R.O.B., stationed dormantly at the middle of the stage.
Before Roy could attack again, G&W managed to Judge him a five before starting the keep away game again.
And before he could run away, Ridley suddenly crashed right onto the stage, right out of the blue (you know? Ridley appears on the Pyrosphere stage).
Startled out of his wits, G&W turned and dived behind Roy for his meat shield.
"HA! Didya see that?" Roy pointed and laughed at the glaring(?) G&W. The two began howling in laughter as G&W felt himself get angrier and more pissed.
Turning to Ridley, G&W began to attack the dragon.
Unbeknownst to the laughing Roys, G&W managed to hit him enough to get Ridley on his team (you know what I mean if you watched the '50 Fact Extravaganza').
The two Roys calmed down enough to look up and see a glowering Ridley, with G&W riding on top of him.
"Uh oh." Roy and Roy turned around and scrambled as far away as possible, screaming their lungs out, but not before Ridley began attacking them relentlessly.
"It's too unfortunate I'm not on the stage with Aran, but these substitutes would at least curb my lust for pain and misery!" the skeletal dragon-like creature crowed gratingly, swiping at the Roys, laughing maniacally.
G&W was sitting leisurely on top of Ridley's back before spotting the Smash Ball.
That'll teach the Roys not to mess with me, the famous...or not too famous anymore?...Game and Watch! He attacked the Smash Ball while Ridley kept his opponents at bay with his monstrous attacks.
Finally bursting through it, G&W turned to the Roys who were coming out of the teleporter after being sliced and diced off the stage by Ridley.
Immediately Ridley began beating them up but not before one Roy finally managed to hit him off the stage. Turning to G&W, the two Roys were surprised to see a gigantic floating octopus. There were only thirty seconds left on the clock, and the score was currently 0 points for both teams.
G&W, now an Octopus, began attacking them, stinging them where it hurt most. Unfortunately, he didn't manage to KO any of them.
Reverting back into his regular form, G&W grabbed a nearby Pitfall and threw it at them, and successfully trapped a Roy. The other Roy was dazed after the relentless Octopus attack on them.
Looking up, he was met with G&W conducting his Judge attack on both of the Roys.
And of course...
It was the number 9.
"GAME!"
Back in the training room, the few spectating Smashers clapped wildly at Game and Watch's epic victory.
"That should teach the pesky Roys!" jeered Wario.
Everyone was gathered at the screen other than a certain bounty hunter, who was beating the crap/stuffing out of a poor Sandbag.
"That was so awesome," Zelda murmured, awed.
"Yeah, it totally was," Link agreed wholeheartedly. He then turned to the princess, offering a hand. "Want to practice with me, Zel?"
The Hyrule princess grinned. "I'd love to."
The two walked hand-in-hand back into the clutter training equipment.
"Are you guys gonna start dancing or what?" Red called, though they ignored him.
"The next match will be begin in three minutes, and the live fight will be shown on this screen. The new fighters, please congregate at the arena during this time."
The Smashers buzzed amongst each other on who would be next as G&W and the Roys arrived back at the training room.
"Ha! Game and Watch totally kicked your asses!" Wolf mocked.
Roy and Roy glared at him as the anthropomorphic wolf scowled back. Their staring contest was interrupted as a Smasher gasped and pointed at the screen, where it displayed who the next fighters were.
The four profiles of Pit, Palutena, Dark Pit, and Olimar were blatantly displayed on the giant screen.
"I'm so ready for this!" Dark Pit said confidently, punching his fist into his palm.
"Oh are you sure about that?" Palutena inquired slyly.
Pit switched his weight between his feet from nervousness while Olimar was gathering his Pikmin for the next match.
Finally, the four headed down to the arena.
In the training room, Link reluctantly let go of Zelda's hand and took a deep breath.
"Let's start practicing, shall we?" the Hero said to the princess.
Then he suddenly yanked out the Master Sword and slashed at a sandbag, shredding it to bits. But he continued to attack on metal training posts, hitting it with his Gale Boomerang, weakening it more with a Spin Attack, blasting it with a bomb, and finally splintering it with his Finishing Blow (down air).
Zelda was also busy, blasting another sandbag apart with magic, using all the three Golden Goddesses' lended powers. Nayru's Love, Din's Fire, Farore's Wind, and some magic later, the Sandbag was in tatters.
Link and Zelda peered at each other, wiping their foreheads.
"Impressive," they said simultaneously, and they resumed attacking the training equipment.
Link practiced his cartwheeling, which was his new side dodge; he figured rolling wasn't too efficient enough. He also practiced on his new dash attack, the new one including a jump for extra damage. He smashed some more metal posts, trying to wrack up as much damage as possible in a continuous cycle. After all, he needed to strengthen his skills for the upcoming matches.
Zelda was doing the same. She trained hard, knocking the equipment back and forth, summoning as much magic as her will would allow her. Her concentration was all focused on the fight at hand, trying to increase her stamina and power of magic.
Link slashed vigorously, the sandbag flying back across the room.
At said destination, a certain Lucas was practicing his throwing aim, throwing items at indicated spots on the floor.
"Look at this, Daddy!" the psychic blond called. He threw the item in his hand, a banana peel, at the mark taped on the floor. His aim wasn't completely bulls eye, but it was touching the outside of the X mark.
Ganondorf clapped softly. "Very good."
Lucas scooped up a Bumper to throw next at the X mark.
But then he noticed a sandbag shooting straight his way from across the room.
"AAAH!"
The sandbag was advancing frighteningly fast, but not before Ganondorf yanked the Bumper straight out of Lucas's hands and hurling it at the advancing sandbag, effectively propelling it back where it came from.
Ganondorf then noticed it was Link who slashed it all the way over here, and he watched with pleasure as the sandbag slammed back to Link's side, effectively crashing into his whole body.
"Um...thanks Daddy," Lucas murmured shyly.
The Gerudo just patted his head and said, "Now back to practicing."
Nana and Popo practiced working in conjunction with each other.
Nana whacked a dummy with her mallet and Popo froze it when it came tumbling towards him.
"Daddy, how did we do?" the Ice Climbers asked simultaneously, glancing up at the Gerudo.
"Exceptional," he replied sincerely. "I'm pretty sure you can knock anyone off the stage, even that pesky Hero…"
The Ice Climbers danced around a little and high-fived each other, elated.
"We're getting better, Popo!"
"Yes we are, Nana!"
Across the room, Link brushed his hands off as he watched the sandbag hurtling across the room. It was super satisfying seeing that, but the Hero was completely astonished as the same sandbag came shooting back at immense speed.
"What the—"
He was only able to see a Bumper and a Gerudo behind it as the sandbag slammed painfully into his body.
"WOAH!" The Hero stumbled back, losing balance.
"Link! I've got you—" Zelda said vainly and tried to catch him from behind, but the force of the sandbag was too much, effectively shoving Link right on top of Zelda.
Opening his squeezed eyes, Link was met with the face of the Hyrule princess under him.
"Well hello," he purred and touched his nose to hers.
"Hi yourself," she giggled. "How're we like this? Aren't we supposed to be training?" the princess asked jokingly.
"Oh, I've only got Ganondorf to thank for this."
"HAH!" a third voice cried.
"Woah!" Link used his strength to roll both himself and Zelda out the way of the Monado's swing.
"Oops, sorry to ruin your 'moment,'" Shulk said "apologetically."
But they didn't hear him as Zelda was now on top of Link.
"Have you grown even prettier or what?" the Hero questioned softly to the princess.
Zelda giggled. "Same goes to you pretty boy."
"Alright, get up and start working!" The familiar voice of Master Hand ringed through as the two Hylians quickly but disappointingly got off each other and stood up.
But they were surprised to see the hand wasn't talking(?) to them, but was in fact pointing a a giant condemning finger at a snoozing Dedede.
"I didn't fall asleep on purpose!" the penguin defended himself.
"He just doesn't wanna work," Kirby muttered deceivingly, hiding the tape recorder behind his back. Truthfully, the puffball had recorded Jigglypuff's singing, and placed it right next to a practicing Dedede.
"This isn't a day to be snoring around!" Master Hand declared.
Dedede turned and glared at Kirby. "I'll get you back for this!" he proclaimed, scooping up his hammer and proceeded to clash with the pink puffball.
"That's the spirit!" Master Hand cheered.
The next match was taking place, and a goddess, two angels, and one Hocotatian trudged down to the arena.
Once arriving, Dark Pit, Pit, Palutena, and Olimar were immediately teleported to the random stage, Palutena's Temple.
"You've got to be ready!" Dark Pit smirked, pumped up.
Palutena chuckled and twirled around her staff tauntingly.
The timer stayed shut down, a silent announcement that this was a Stock battle. Three stocks each. Everyone but Olimar sent each other glares as the three second countdown commenced.
"3...2...1...GO!"
As the match began, Pit and Dark Pit immediately called a truce.
"Palutena ate our floor ice cream," Dark Pit growled to Pit, who nodded understandingly. "We need to conduct revenge. But first…"
They turned to Olimar who started to back away.
"We need to get rid of him."
THIRTY SECONDS LATER
"Aah, that's better," Pit sighed as they got rid of Olimar's last stock.
Then they turned to Palutena, who was watching them peacefully.
"You will pay for eating our ice cream!" Dark Pit yelled as he lunged at the goddess.
Palutena only giggled and teleported away before Dark Pit could attack her.
"Oh don't be silly. After all, whatever an angel could do, a goddess could do better," the goddess declared.
"How about two angels?" Pit asked, scratching his head.
"Only one of you is an angel." Palutena pointed out.
"Yeah, but I'm a fallen angel. I'm just like Pit, except I'm the complete opposite."
"Doesn't that mean you're not an angel, since you're like, my opposite?"
"Shut up, Pit."
"Looks like someone's jealous."
"I'm not jealous! In fact, I don't want to be an angel at all! Serving the goddess of light? Pfft, nah! I'd more like it if I take care of myself. No wonder the centurion army is so dumb. They're all under Palutena's command! Pit is even dumber than the centurions. I wonder how he became the leader of the army..."
"Hey!" Pit protested.
"Okay fine, but remember our goal here? We're here to get revenge right?"
"Oh, yeah...right!"
They both turned to Palutena who was watching them with amusement.
"Lets do this!" the two angels agreed before they both rushed in to attack her at the same time.
Pit tried to attack her with Upperdash Arm while Dark Pit began shooting his dark arrows. Palutena easily dodged Pit's attack and put up her reflect barrier, deflecting Dark Pit's arrows back to him.
"ARGH!" Pit yelled as Palutena hit him with her ethereal wings (forward smash).
"Oh Pit, you know that I'm gonna win anyway," Palutena said as she countered an attack from Dark Pit and blasted Pit with Autoreticle and sent him off stage. In an attempt to recover, Pit used his Power of Flight but fell short and was KO-ed.
"What do you think you're doing, Pitstain?" Dark Pit growled as Pit reappeared on the platform.
"Hey, she's strong!" Pit defended sheepishly.
"She can't get away with eating our floor ice cream!"
They both turned around to see Palutena attacking them with a blue beam of light from the ground.
"You should pay attention especially if you're fighting me," Palutena giggled as the angels tumbled again.
"Yeah, but Pittoo is no help," Pit said to the fallen angel.
"Me? Who's the one that KO-ed?" Dark Pit shot back.
"Alright, but lets get back on focus here!" Pit said before he attacked Palutena with his arrows. Dark Pit rushed in and managed to successfully hit her with his Electrocut Arm, sending her flying off stage.
"You guys need to step it up a bit if you want to win," Palutena sighed as she warped back to the platform.
Before they could respond, a Smash Ball appeared.
The three immediately lunged for it.
"I need to use the Three Sacred Treasures!" Pit shouted as he hit the smash ball.
"How about my staff? I could shoot her off!" Dark Pit countered. He also managed to hit it once.
"What about my Black Hole and Mega Laser?" Palutena suggested sweetly as she calmly broke the Smash Ball.
The two angels began to run away.
"Oh no you don't!" Palutena summoned a black hole, bringing the angels into the center."Mega Laser!" she yelled happily above their screams of terror. A huge purple laser shot out to them.
Palutena calmly brushed her hair as her opponents flew off stage and KO-ed.
"GAME!"
"Wow, Palutena won?"
The spectating Smashers murmured as they witnessed the goddess twirl her victory pose.
"Don't underestimate females," Captain Falcon spoke up helpfully(?), face-palming.
Mario turned to Sonic. "I wonder if I'll be next? Or you? It would be an epic battle against the mascots!" the plumber exclaimed excitedly.
"And us too," Mega Man said with Pac-Man behind him.
As fate would have had it, loud, audible gasps were heard as numerous fingers pointed at the TV where the next four players were displayed.
Mario, Sonic, Mega Man, and Pac-Man's profiles were across the whole screen.
The four fighters turned to each other.
"Oh, of course Sega's gonna win!"
"You wish. Namco's gonna take the cake for this one!"
"In your dreams! The reality is that Nintendo's gonna kick all your butts!"
"Yeah right, Capcom will be the last one standing!"
"The next match will be begin in three minutes, and the live fight will be shown on this screen. The new fighters, please congregate at the arena during this time."
Mario, Sonic, Mega Man, and Pac-Man all sent each other competitive stares.
"Oh ho, this is going to be a battle of pride, isn't it?" Little Mac chuckled along with some other Smashers.
But the four weren't listening to what the others were saying as they were all tense around each other, heading out into the hall to the arena.
"Oh, this will be the highlight for the next five years," Lucina murmured.
"Yes, and this is all a matter of skill," Robin agreed next to her. They, along with every single soul in the room, peered at the TV for the epic fight.
The randomly chosen stage was of course, Final Destination, and each fighter was gong to possess only one stock.
No items, of course.
MEANWHILE…
Bowser was walking outside the training room, holding a pink heart-shaped present. Hm.. where is that crazy Crazy Hand?
His thoughts were answered when a giant floating left-hand whizzed by him, giggling happily to himself.
Bowser followed the energetic hand who was in Master Hand's office, tossing Master Hand's carefully organized bills up screeching, "IT'S SNOWING!"
Bowser waited until all the paper settled down before getting the hand's attention.
"yEs?" Crazy asked, just about to toss another stack of bills up.
Bowser held out the pink present. "For Master Hand, you know I just uh, thought he might need to relieve his stress with so I got him this."He hoped that it sounded believable.
Thankfully, Crazy Hand was too crazy to notice his lie and the fact that Bowser would never give a gift to anyone.
"Oh, and say it's from you, not me," the Koopa king added, trying his best to sound friendly.
"a GiFt FoR mAsTeR hAnD? ThIs Is GrEaT! hE mIgHt FoRgIvE mE fOr BlOwInG uP hIs DiNnEr!" Crazy Hand snatched the gift and whizzed away to find his brother.
Bowser left back to the training room, smirking to himself.
He paused when he heard Master Hand."Crazy, how thoughtful of you!"
There was a brief moment of silence as Master Hand opened the present.
"A pie? That was exactly what I needed!"
Bowser could picture Crazy Hand beaming proudly."TaStE iT!" he urged the right hand.
There was another brief moment of silence as Master Hand gobbled (somehow) down the pie.
"It tastes great! It tastes just like...sleeping pills?"
There was a crash signaling to Bowser that the plan had worked.
"He LiKeS iT sO mUcH tHaT hE fAiNtEd!" Crazy crashed out the window and started dancing on the lawn, crushing all of Olimar's and Alph's plants.
Bowser turned back and ran into the control room. He saw a microphone, confirming the myth as Master Hand as the announcer.
Rudely pushing the unconscious Master Hand aside, the Koopa began pushing some buttons controlling the current Brawl until finally, he was satisfied with his work.
Leaving, he went to the storage room and dug through some boxes, tossing trophies over his shoulder carelessly until he found the trophies he wanted.
He pulled out the Eggman, Wily, and the Ghosts trophies and tapped the pedestal of the three trophies, making them come to life.
"Since I helped you, you have to help me ruin the lives of some certain people," Bowser told the three villains.
"Sonic?" Eggman asked hopefully.
"Mega Man?" Wily asked.
"Pac-Man?" the Ghosts asked in anticipation.
"All of them. Including Mario." Bowser stated, watching them smile evilly.
"Deal." The three chorused.
The four stared at each other in a tense atmosphere, bracing for the three second countdown. And finally, it came.
"3...2...1...GO!"
It was a little late, and they thought it sounded vaguely of a Koopa,but that was soon forgotten when all four fighters chose defense first, keeping an eye of all their opponents.
Nobody attacked at first. Even in the training room, everyone was holding their breaths, witnessing the live brawl.
Finally, the first decisive move was conducted by Mega Man, him sending a Crash Bomber onto Sonic's side.
The hedgehog reacted quickly, attempting to stick it onto Pac-Man who side dodged to avoid being blasted by the ticking bomb. Mario sprinted over to Mega Man and started attacking, the robot boy doing the same.
Pac-Man and Sonic were battling as well. Only battle cries were heard, the witnessing Smashers staring wide-eyed at the live battle from the training room.
"For Nintendo!"
"For Sega!"
"For Capcom!"
"For Namco!"
The cheers were barely audible but was there through the TV screen.
Back on Final Destination, the four mascots were exerting all their strength, fueled by the determination to bring their company the pride of first place.
"Hiyah!" Mario grunted, delivering a fiery punch at Sonic.
The hedgehog dodged and retaliated with his down smash. "Sonic speed!" he taunted as the plumber went flying off the stage. But he recovered easily, grabbing onto the ledge and hitting the taunting hedgehog with a ledge attack.
Pac-Man threw a Bonus Fruit at Mega Man, who in turn threw a Metal Blade.
The four were concentrating all on the fight, dodging expertly and hurling their projectiles and landing specific hits on their opponents.
Sonic conducted his Spin Dash, effectively tripping all three of his opponents. However right after his attack, Mega Man grabbed him and threw him off the stage at the same time reflecting one of Mario's fireballs with his Leaf Shield. If it was anyone else, they wouldn't have recovered from the strong throw of the robot boy's Super Arm, but Sonic recovered easily from his Spring Jump.
"Bring it on!" Mega Man declared confidently.
"I'm just getting warmed up," Pac-Man said.
Mario grinned and commented, "This is just getting fun."
"Come on, step it up!" mocked Sonic.
Pac-Man dodged Mario's Super Jump Punch, and Pac-Man retaliated with Power Pellet.
Mario attempted to spike Mega Man down the open air after sending him off the stage with F.L.U.D.D. but the robot boy air dodged and attempted to use his Hard Knuckle to spike the plumber narrowly dodged it as he recovered with Super Jump Punch.
The competition was really heating up. "Oh, this is intense," Wii Fit Trainer muttered, awed.
"Pi...ka," Pikachu breathed, watching the tough fight. Luigi covered his eyes as Mario was hit from behind by Sonic, and Peach squealed as the plumber recovered and delivered his forward smash at the hedgehog.
There still hadn't been a KO, and the battle was at its climax. All four players were at super high percentages, and one perfectly landed smash could send any of them flying.
Mario breathed hard, getting very tired. "Must go...on…"
"HELLO, THERE, WEAKLINGS!"
The four looked up surprised to see Bowser crashing right on stage with them.
"Bowser!" Mario exclaimed angrily.
"Missed me?" The second voice's owner dropped down as well, and Sonic pointed accusingly at him. "Eggman! WTF are you here for?!"
"Wily!" Mega Man gasped, aghast as said person appeared on stage as well.
"Oh, not you guys again!" Pac-Man protested irritably as the colorful Ghosts appeared in front of him.
"Let's get 'em," Bowser growled to Eggman, Wily, and the Ghosts.
They proceeded to clash, a silent truce forming between the mascots and villains.
Eggman targeted Sonic of course, throwing punches at the hedgehog, who dodged, though he was fatigued by tiredness. Mario kept Bowser at bay, and Wily continued to pester Mega Man as Pac-Man worked hard to keep the Ghosts away.
If it was at the beginning of the match, then the four villains would've been long defeated, but the four mascots were plenty tired, effecting their skills considerably.
"Tired, plumber?" Bowser taunted evilly, blocking a feeble punch.
Mega Man was tripped childishly by Wily, and the ghosts were making Pac-Man miserable.
Sonic was also very tired as he tried to beat up Eggman, but to no avail as Eggman laughed evilly and tried to drown Sonic with a bottle of water.
At this rate, the villains were going to triumph.
The first light of hope appeared when four Smash Balls appeared.
"What?! What is this?!" Bowser exclaimed. Little did he know, he had unknowingly malfunctioned the settings when he was in the control room, flicking a few too many wrong switches.
As the four villains stared, stunned, the other four mascots wasted no time and propelled their selves to the Smash Balls.
Finally, the villains also attempted to reach for them, but each of them expertly jumped on their heads to finally reach them.
Mario, Sonic, Pac-Man, and Mega Man landed back on Final Destination, standing in a line, smirking at the four villains.
They were all glowing rainbow.
"The deal is off!" Wily protested to Bowser, as the four mascots conducted their Final Smashes:
"Oh yeah, HEEEYYAAAAH!" Mario bellowed, sending his Mario Finale straight at Bowser.
"Mega Man X! MegaMan EXE! Mega Man Volnutt! Geo Stelar! Three, two, one, GO!" Mega Man and his companions fired a devastating laser straight at Wily.
"Now I'll show you!" Sonic declared, turning bright gold into Super Sonic, and proceeded to blast Eggman off the stage.
"Be ready, Ghosts!" Pac-Man stated, turning Super Pac-Man and advanced to the Ghosts, mouth wide open.
The four villain's cries were the loudest of them all.
IN THE CONTROL ROOM
Master Hand woke up, a little confused. "How did I fall asleep…?" he muttered to himself.
That was soon forgotten as his eye(?) caught the TV screen with the live fight, a whopping four final smashes going on at the same time.
"Holy smokes!" the hand exclaimed, jamming buttons around, and immediately stopped the match.
The spectators congratulated the four Smashers with the villains being dragged away by a super pissed off Master Hand.
"Good job beating them up!" Red told the four.
"We almost had them!" Bowser wailed, from afar.
"Curse that Sonic!" Eggman bellowed.
Master Hand arrived back and quieted the Smashers. Taking a deep breath, he announced,
"Since the brawl was interrupted, I declare that the match is a No Contest!"
The Smashers muttered to themselves before accepting it.
Crazy Hand suddenly appeared beside Master Hand. "Therefore, because it is a no contest, WE MUST HAVE A REMATCH!"
The four mascots groaned. "Not again!" Mega Man sobbed.
"Don't worry, we won't let Bowser, Eggman, Wily, and the Ghosts interrupt again. This time, we are going to have the real match to decide who's the best of the best!" Master Hand proclaimed enthusiastically.
"I don't-a care if I get fourth place!" Mario muttered completely spent out of strength.
"Whatever. Pac-Man, you win!" Sonic declared.
"Mega Man won!" Pac-Man said, pointing at said robot.
"But I'm gonna be fourth!" Mega Man protested.
"The match is over! Sonic won!" Mario pleaded to the hand.
"Mario wins! I don't want to brawl anymore!" Mega Man said, sitting down.
"Even if you don't want to brawl, we still have to to decide who wins!" Master Hand told the four firmly.
Finally realizing that they couldn't talk their way out of it, the four ultimately fainted, their only way of escape.
A/N: PHEW! That took a long time! 7,500 words!
So yes, "Mass Smash Matches" day was made up by me, and it's similar to the Olympics where fighters compete against each other for the whole day nonstop. :D
To Meta Naito, who wanted a chapter of the Smashers in the training room! And the kids daddying Papa Ganondorf! :3
Chrom appears, and his reaction to his best friend dating his daughter, to LittleLittleX (guest)!
Rocina, for battlefield4us and Shadow of Darkness 78!
G&W getting beat up by Roy and Roy to Thehobkinauthor! Also, Pit, Pittoo vs. Palutena for eating their floor ice cream. XD
And the epic battle between the mascots and respective villains goes to...Gamerfan64! (and no, I decided not to add the Yellow Devil ;))
Thank you sooo much for your reviews! I don't know if I can fit another chapter before Christmas, but the Christmas chapter's releasing on Dec. 24 Christmas Eve.
Stay tuned!
-prowessMaster44