Downfall of a Smasher

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OUT:

Link

Young Link

Ness

Yoshi
Fox

Marth

Roy

Donkey Kong

Captain Falcon

Ice Climbers

Bowser

Pikachu

Pichu

Zelda

Mario

Luigi

Dr. Mario

IN

Kirby

Jigglypuff

Ganondorf

Mr. Game and Watch

Peach

Mewtwo

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They were weak, all of them. As the Ice Climbers and my friend Bowser had dropped out of the tournament, the final match would be an unprecedented three on three. It was hardly fair, but that was never the concern. Just victory.

Jigglypuff, Peach and Mr. Game and Watch. That was all that stood before me. Not my teammates and I, me. I planned to win this tournament, whether it meant hurting myself in order for them to die, or consorting with the enemy. I would be victorious.

It was silent as the grave. I smiled ruthlessly. The audience chanted around me.

"Ganondorf… Ganondorf…"

I had fought no matches yet. I had gotten here by my own luck. Luck, strength, and intelligence were three vital qualities, and whatever the others said, I did indeed possess them.

We were positioned on the icy slopes of Icicle Mountain. It was a death trap, an avenging ground, a road to glory and an arena on which to right old wrongs and let the rest die. I was poetic before combat, as the warriors are. No man can truly know what lies before him without being able to evoke it through words.

Mewtwo pawed the ground with his lavender feet. Kirby rolled experimentally this way and that. I placed my fingers in a fissure located inside a block of ice. Violet fire ripped through it, lighting it like veins before the ice block disintegrated.

Begin!

We linked hands, the three of us, and leaped into the air, spinning around. I released my link with Mewtwo, but we both continued to hold the hands of Kirby. We pivoted on his arms around him, joining arms again. This time Kirby let go of Mewtwo's arm, and they joined again. Then I let go of Kirby, and soon we rushed right through the opposition, enveloping them.

We carried them right off the stage, but both of us managed to get back on. Then the real battle began.

As the two pink puffballs fought it out, and Mewtwo went for Mr. Game and Watch, I decided to go for Peach. She was clearly relying on my chivalry to save her, but I'd spent years kidnapping princesses. I was fine.

I caught her vegetable on my shoulder plate, laughed, and swallowed it whole. Secondly, I gave her an enormous kick that sent her flying head over heels away. I laughed, but then Mr. Game and Watch was on me.

I tried to sidestep him, but he was so thin that he slipped between my chest plate and me and began to hit me from inside. I ripped off my armor, decked Peach over the head with it, and then used it as a shield from G & W's further attacks.

I'd had enough of him, so I wedged his extremely thin body inside a block of ice. He struggled to get out, but by then he'd gone off the ever-rising course.

Things weren't going great for my team either. Peach had just given Kirby a hit with her golf club that sent him whizzing away. She speared him with her umbrella and flounced her dress, chilling Kirby with harsh Arctic wind. A frying pan sent him dead.

Unspeakably incensed, I took my piece of armor and threw it like a Frisbee, recalling Link's move against Young Link so long ago. Peach was winged in the ribs, but Jigglypuff took the brunt of the damage. This gave Mewtwo an opportunity. Peach was lashed to the side by a heavy tail, and I intercepted her.

Grabbing her long hair, I swung her like a discus and then- wham- threw her into Jigglypuff. Peach flew away. Jigglypuff remained.

Mewtwo began to build up his psychic abilities, but Jigglypuff didn't give him the chance. Spinning like a top, her bow flew off and clocked me in the face. I was momentarily stunned, and she flew into Mewtwo.

He was knocked off of his feet, and then she struck. Grabbing his ears with both arms, she slammed him this way and that, finally releasing him… off the stage.

I would never be beaten by Jigglypuff. The mere thought that she could have so far matched me in prowess was unbearable.

She never had a chance.

My kick was powered up and it collided, dead-on, with her.

She went off.

The tournament was mine to do with as I pleased. I had won. I was in control now.

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What could this mean? Well, last chapter, so bye!