The Super Smash Brothers' Dating Show

A/N: Holy magic mushrooms! I'm alive! After so long, too! And first off, let me say that I'm sooo sorry for taking such an enormous amount of time to do this! I promised this for a reviewer a long time ago, but this website went crazy when I tried to upload it, and I couldn't access the site for another 2 weeks. I'm really, terribly, horribly sorry. But last night, I got up chapter 2 of Worth Fighting For, so if you're a Zelinker, check it out. If you want to, anyways.

So, I know I took a long time on this, and I'm fixing it up a bit right now, and I have practice later today so, once again, I'm rushing. Big surprise. And I really must thank my one reviewer who gave me some constructive criticism, unlike the idiotic flamer. You really must use proper grammar if you're going to try to insult my writing. And, quite frankly, I don't care because this story is used to bring down my stress level, with Finals coming up in school in two weeks, and winter guard practices being so long. So thanks, you made my day. I laughed. Long and hard. And yes, I do know more faces, but I like the ones I use, thanks. O.o can be frightened/confused in my mind. So back off, please.

Anyway, back on to the story! I hope you like this rushed mess. And yay, 30 reviews! Thanks!

The Super Smash Brothers' Dating Show

Chapter 5

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Zelda, who had just plucked the pink-clothed princess away from potentially falling off the stage and into the audience, grimaced as she threw her into the velvet-upholstered chair. As Peach squirmed excitedly in her seat, the Hylian royal could barely stand the other girl's sickeningly sweet smile.

"Alright, people," Zelda began, sitting delicately, hands folded in her lap, "here we go."

She signaled a thumbs-up to the camera crew, and flashed a perfect smile as she saw the on-air sign flicker, lighting up.

"Hello! I'm Zelda Harkinian, and you're watching-"

"The Super Smash Brothers' Dating Show!" The audience screamed out from in front of her, causing her grin to falter; but just a bit.

"Uh, thanks, again, studio audience . . ." As she looked back into the camera, Zelda smoothed down her grey skirt. "Just a few minutes ago, the show started, so if you missed anything, let's recap."

Peach giggled, enjoying the attention, and waved her right hand, while her left was stuck in her mouth. Ew.

Zelda quickly flicked her golden hair behind a pointed ear, and focused on the screens behind her. "So far, all of the Mystery Men have been revealed to the audience, and now, Peach will begin to ask the questions. So, folks, are you ready?"

"Yes we are!"

"Okay then. Peach, here you go," Zelda said, shoving a stack of notecards at the dumb-founded girl, whose spitty hand just happened to brush Zelda's as she took the cards. Frowning, Zelda hastily pulled in her infected hand, and weakly sighed. Peach, on the other hand, was bouncing up and down in her chair, making the stage creak and rumble.

"OH GOODY, HOORAY! IT'S MY FAVORITE TIME OF DAY!" The idiot stopped bouncing, and a cheeky grin spread across her face. "Ohh, I rhymed! I rhymed, Zellie! Yay! Yay! Yay! Ya-"

"Alright already, Peach. Just ask the question that's on the card."

"Ohh. Okay-dokay!" She fumbled around for a second, then grasped the first card. Giggling incessantly, she started.

"Alrighty then . . .OH! YIPEE SKIPPY! OK! Mystery man numero-uno! Heehee . . . If I was a complete idiot . . ." The audience snickered.

"Ahem! If I was a complete idiot, how would you treat me?" The empty-minded princess rested on one arm chair, leaning in.

Mystery Man number 1, a.k.a Mario, spoke from behind the red screen. "Well-a, I'd try-a to make-a you happy!"

Zelda rolled her eyes, and Peach flirtatiously chuckled. The audience, quite absorbed in the ludicrous scene, let out an 'Awwww.'

"Heehee, why thank you, sir! I feel sooo loved! Now, you, Number 2. What would you do! OH, I RHYMED AGAIN! YAY!"

Zelda sighed, and looked across the stage to the blue screen, waiting for a retarded answer from the retarded pervert, Captain Falcon.

"Well, I would drop you off at the nearest home I could find, then I'd go screw some other hottie!" Wow. Such a great thing to say, no?

Peach, being the jackass that she is, simply replied, "Well, that sounds logical, doesn't it?" The audience let out an exasperated sigh. Fox, sitting next to Falco in the stands, whispered to his friend. "Dude. I'm surprised that she even knows what 'screw' means. Sick." The audience nodded in agreement, much to the staff's dismay.

"Uhh, we need a break, folks! Be back soon!" Zelda stood from her seat, and waved into the camera, all the while thinking, I need a vacation. I really do.

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This chapter is shorter than it's supposed to be, so it's like the first half of Chapter 5. Just so you know. XD

But I have to go eat lunch now, and get ready for practice, so I'm sorry. Another little short blob. But, I'll amuse you with some stuff from the next half of chapter 5 . . .

"Ohh . . . me thinks me going to be sick, Zellie . . ."

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'Stepping over the trail of green gunk, Zelda plugged her nose. "Can someone please pick this up!"'

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"It's okay, dear. Half the people in the world are well below average, too . . ."

And yes, the commercial in the last chapter was spoofed off of the old Quizno's commercial. Do your remember that? Haha. It was great. . . Hooray! I'm amazing! (Just kidding, really.) I'm sorry if this isn't all that comical, because my writing style is a bit off after writing another story. So, yea. Sorry. Oh well.

Signing off!

-KH