Downfall of a Smasher

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OUT:

Young Link

Ness

Pichu

Zelda

Marth

Fox

Mario

Luigi

Link

IN:

Everyone else (yeah, I'm lazy)

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I dug into my breakfast of fruit, grinning.

"What is it, Yoshi?" asked Popo, eating some fish on a side of ice.

"Yeah, you're usually not this cheerful," Nana added, eating the same dish.

"Look who's talking," I laughed, scooping a slice of watermelon with my long tongue. "You haven't gotten along so well since…" But they were right. I was happy.

I had a match today, right after my match yesterday. I had won. I could win again. But the better thing was, that all was going well on my project.

Upon the departure of Young Link, I realized what he had been standing for. Just before Pichu's final match, I told him what he needed to do. Master Hand would not take notice at one incident. But two… and now, with my rebellion against Mario, measures would have to be taken. First we would probably be separated, except during fights. But we had to fight eventually. We would get fair treatment soon.

Despite the loss of Pichu, Young Link and Ness, we had achieved much. Link was gone, as were those dunderheads Mario and Luigi. Also, the Ice Climbers were more helpful than ever, and that girl Samus had told me that Kirby and Jigglypuff were not doing well. My next match would decide a lot. I was paired with Donkey Kong, against Pikachu and Dr. Mario. Dr. Mario would be mad at me, although Pikachu might not. I might lose.

But the others knew what to do without me, if I lost. Odds were I wouldn't anyway.

I took a feral bite out of a wedge of pineapple and said, "Just a good day."

The arena was Peach's Castle. The breeze was enough to rouse me, not too much though. DK's fur rippled. Our enemies had the wind at their backs.

Begin!

Dr. Mario took his cape, making it into a parachute and floating over the high tower. Pikachu built up a surge of power around his tail and jumped with his head out, rotating as fast as he could. A surge of lightning snaked around his body in a coil and shot at us like a lethal curve ball.

DK beat the earth, churning the ground until the electrical charge was dispersed. I jumped over the tower, but I was going to hit Dr. Mario. Already he was aiming his feet outward.

I scrunched up my body and passed through the space between his head and the canopy of his parachute. I dropped an egg inside, leaving it to shatter on his head. I turned my energy toward Pikachu.

I lashed out with one bulky red shoe, hitting him on the cheek. With minimal effort he directed his electricity through one of the red dots on his face, and I was blasted away.

"You've started all this," he accused, calling lightning at me.

I swallowed it whole and spat it out into little egg grenades. Pikachu took little damage. "The young ones' time has come! You could have joined me!"

"I am joined with you," he yelled. "Pichu took himself out!"

"You forced him away! He would rather be out of the tournament than deal with base treachery such as yours!" This wasn't really true, but as long as we were arguing…

He paused, shocked at such (partly unfounded) accusations, and I took my chance. Using a move I had seen in my last fight, I locked ankles around his head. The coup de grace was changed, though; I head butted him and kicked away, encasing him in an egg as I did so.

He wouldn't get out of that for a while. I gave him a kick or two and went to join DK.

The fight was going badly for the big lug. His fists, the size of the watermelons I ate, were whirring through the air, but Dr. Mario avoided them. He grabbed his stethoscope, handcuffed DK in a few brutal movements, and stuffed a pill into his own mouth. He spat a gout of fire that knocked DK off his feet. He ripped through the makeshift handcuffs like they were made of clay.

I grabbed Dr. Mario's right hand with my left. He turned, and I spat my tongue into his face. Then I pivoted toward him, ducked under our twined arms, and wrapped my right hand around the back of his neck. He was in a painful hold. I flipped him away… past Pikachu. The mouse was buffeted aside, but regained his composure and released a storm cloud crackling with lightning at us.

DK and I dodged it, and while DK took on Pikachu I switched to Dr. Mario. We began a furious fight. I slithered my tongue between his ankles, around his arms, and into my own hands, and pulled.

It was painful, but more so for him. After being heavily contorted, he was released with an elastic burst. The excessive saliva was compacted into a little ball of ooze, which clouded his vision. DK was winding up for his spinning fist attack, so I grabbed one arm and held on.

I was like an extension of one of his arms, hitting Pikachu and Dr. Mario alternately. The Pokemon was not too damaged. But Dr. Mario was sent off the course. He made a desperate bid for his life by doing his third jump, but I performed a butt stomp right over his thick skull.

I felt pleasure. There were only so many who could stand up for the current system of injustice. Dr. Mario was one.

I returned my attention to Pikachu. DK had been sent sprawling in a heap. I took a dive.

Pikachu sent a searing wave of electricity through me. It hurt. A lot. He must have been saving up energy. I was knocked to the top of the high tower.

Pikachu leaped up, holding my tongue. I was dragged forcibly into the air. We landed on top of a descending Banzai Bill. Oh no.

He took my tongue and roped me to the giant bomb, sending jolts of electricity through my tongue into my body. I wanted it all to end, I did. I couldn't take it. It was agony.

But Pikachu and his little games were at an end. Just at the point of impact, DK came. His massive hand came whirling around and he SLAPPED THE right out of that little rat.

I exploded along with the bomb. Whether or not he'd caused me pain… the rat would be gone as well. Both sides had lost a heavy hitter. But he was not yet organized.

My justice would be reached.

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