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The trip was long, but Peach and Bowser were having the times of their lives. In this luxurious private jet was a Jacuzzi , a café, and one of the largest collections of DVDs known to man. Peach and Bowser were in the Jacuzzi, drinking two of the best tasting tropical punches ever to touch the taste buds of their very mouths, while watching some of the most famous films ever made. It was like heaven.
When they reached Tropicle Island, they headed straight for the hotel. They got ready and headed to the Tennis Center. At the center, they drilled and drilled and drilled, or at least Peach did. Bowser was too busy having lunch to play tennis. Peach didn't worry because she thought he was a tennis champion.
The tournament was the next day and when the center closed at six o'clock, Peach and Bowser went to a small tropical restaurant. Peach had a bowl of tropical fruit salad while Bowser only ate a couple of hot dogs. He had spent the whole day eating, unlike Peach. He just told her he was just trying to keep his strength up. When they got up to leave, they paid the bill and exited the building out the South doors. At that exact moment, Mario and Paratroopa just walked in and took the table Bowser and Peach had just left. Mario and Paratroopa had to take a ferry all the way from Koopa Coast to Tropicle Island, a trip which cost Mario two whole bags of golden coins.
When Bowser and Peach reached the hotel, they went to their separate luxury suites and went to sleep.
The next morning was a rush. Bowser was woken up by the paid hotel maid sent by Peach. They took a limousine to the Tennis Center to sign in for the first day. The tournament was three days long, ending with the final competition between the two grand finalists.
"Hey Bowser!" Peach called Bowser from the hot dog stand. "Look at this! Yoshi and Birdo are in this Tournament!"
"Uhh, yeah. Who would have thought they would make it all the way over here?"
"Ahh. So we meet again-a, Bowser." A dark, shadowed figure stepped up behind Bowser. "There won't-a be anything left of you when I'm-a finished!"
"You won't have a chance to finish him at all, Mario." Peach looked at the short man in overalls with a sneer.
"What? Is he-a good at tennis? Let us-a see!"
"Of course he's good at tennis!" Bowser looked nervously at the ground. "But also, Mario, you're not enrolled!"
"What?!! Paratroopa!!" Mario looked around. Paratroopa was trying to hide behind the hot dog stand. "I thought you enrolled us!!"
Mario turned to sneer at Peach and Bowser, but they had already left for the courts.
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It was the final day and the very last match, the match between the Grand Finalists. The two pairs to compete against each other were Birdo and Yoshi versus Peach and Bowser. The reason Bowser and Peach had reached the Grand Finals was that, to be put as nicely as possible, Peach was a ball-hog. Therefore Bowser never really got a chance to "show off" his terrible playing.
It was ten minutes until the match and over the loudspeaker came some saddening news: "What's this? I have just been handed a message from Bob saying: 'Birdo and Yoshi are not in good enough condition to compete due to "tennis ball injuries".' Oh, wow. That's saddening. Well, Birdo have ten minutes to get better for the match or the championship is won by default to Peach and Bowser."
Bowser secretly hoped to win by default, so as to not have to mess up completely in front of a crowd of hundreds.
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Ten minutes later and Bowser and Peach were standing on the court. Still no Birdo nor Yoshi. The referee was about to call forfeiture until all the lights went off. The crowds cried in unison at the sudden disappearance of light.
"We're ready to batt– I mean, we're ready to play!" The voice in the darkness seemed distant yet like it was being hissed just behind your neck. As quick as they went off, the lights flash on, creating the same cry from the crowd as they covered their eyes from the brightness of the light.
On the opposite side of the net, in the middle of the court stood Mario and Paratroopa.
"You're not enrolled!" Peach exclaimed.
"You're right, we're not. We're substitutes!"
Bowser whispered to Peach, "They must have forced Birdo and Yoshi to be their substitutes. They probably caused those 'tennis ball injuries'."
"Yeah." Peach nodded and then turned back to Mario and Paratroopa. "Sure, we will play against you. Let's just see how good you are!"
"Oh, we're not good. We're bad!"
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The match began and the abilities of the players equaled out. Mario was just as good as Peach was, and Paratroopa was just as bad as Bowser. After the first few points and volleys, Mario started weakening Bowser. Eventually, Bowser realized that Mario was aiming to hit him. Bowser purposely missed the ball in order to make it go out. That was really the only way Bowser got any points.
Bowser, getting extremely tired, and extremely slow, called for a time out. "He's trying to hurt me," he told Princess Peach. "He's aiming at me." Bowser looked up and saw Mario winding up something shiny and black. "What's that?" Peach turned her head to look at Mario as he wound up the small object.
"TIME IN," called the referee. And the match began again. Mario took a tennis ball which Paratroopa had just ripped open, and he stuffed the wound-up shiny object into the tennis ball.
Mario looked at Bowser and sneered. He tossed the tennis ball with the shiny object in it up and shouted, "Mini Bob-omb!!!" Bowser suddenly realized how much Mario meant to hurt them. Mario served the tennis ball-encased Mini Bob-omb straight at Peach. Bowser looked at the tennis ball, then at Mario, and then with whatever energy he had left leaped in between the Bob-omb and Peach.
"Watch out!!!"
BBBOOOOOOMMM!!!
Once the smoke had cleared away, Mario and Paratroopa were gone, leaving the badly wounded Bowser lying on the court.