Disclaimer: I don't own Nintendo, or anything else in this story, except maybe the province of New Brunswick. ...Nah, I don't own that either.

Smashing, eh?

By Mr. Lefty

Prologue: Master Plans

Darkness. An infinite void of blackness. Not a single star, comet, or even a stray asteroid could be seen. The only things existing in this empty reach of space were two entities floating in space. "I'm starting to get a little bored up here," said the one on the left. The one on the right turned to his companion, stared at him for a while, gave an exasperated sigh, and, in a moment of frustration, erupted with a cry of "Ya think? We've been floating up here doing nothing for years! I don't know why we haven't found something to entertain ourselves, even something as insipid as watching reality shows!"

"Well," said the left one, "it might not be years, since time flow in space is..."

"I don't care! I must find something to keep me amused, or I'm going to become as crazy as you!" The organism a la derecha looked over to the guy on the left, who was humming and moving himself to the beat of the "Bonanza" theme song.

"So, what," said the left dude, delaying his western TV show groove. "Are you saying we should turn on "Extreme Makeover" or something?"

"No," said left's opposite, giving off a sly aura, "I've got something else in mind. Do you remember that fighting tournament I had a few years ago?"

"Yeah, it was pretty...tournament-like and stuff."

"Couldn't have said it better myself, mon frère. But I was just thinking that I should hold another one, only with more competitors and excitement. And, while I'm not going to let you help me organize anything ever again, I will let you help me recruit."

"Recruit?"

"Yes. Find sixteen of the greatest fighters you can think of, and then report to me. Then, stay away for about a year, since I've had about as much of you as I can take, O Mano Loco."

"You bet'cha, bro. You ain't nevah gonna see such a lineup in yo' life!"

"Excellent. Now, begone! I have some recruiting to attend to myself..." And with that, both creatures disappeared into the blackness, anticipation in one mind, and the theme song to "Bewitched" in the other.

To be continued...

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Sorry about the short chapter. The next one will be longer and better, I promise.Feel free to review while you eagerly anticipate the next installment of... Smashing, eh?

Also, the PG rating may go up later.