The morning Link awoke with a piece of duct tape on his mouth. In one quick pull, he ripped it off. "Oooowww!" He ran into the bathroom in the hotel room and looked in his mirror. There was a big red mark around his mouth. Now he screamed even louder. Quickly he grabbed Zelda's cosmetic bag and began rummaging through it. He dug through lipstick, a toothbrush, some jewelry and some feminine hygiene products. Finally he got to the bottom and found some concealor. He sighed in relief.

Zelda had finally awoken and sat up in bed. She looked at the bed next to her, but Link was gone (not quite a bad thing). Suddenly she heard the sound of plastic hitting the floor coming from the bathroom. She got out of bed, opened the door, and looked in to see her boyfriend putting on concealor, with her cosmetics all over the floor.

Zelda slowly backed out of the room saying "I'll just leave you to what you were doing. I know how I guy needs to look his best. By the way, I have some Covergirl lip gloss that would work great on you." She chuckled and closed the door.

Zelda hurried to get dressed and ready for the event, as she was already almost late. Luckily, she wasn't competing today, but her new friend, Princess Peach, would be and she didn't want to miss her fight. Zelda ran to the lobby forgetting about Link for the moment, and told the valet to get her car. Well, Link's car.

She got in and raced to the coliseum where the events were being held. Inside the main hall was an elaborate double door that led into the arena. A gigantic portrait hung of the founders of the tournament, the Nintendo brothers. On the plaque below the painting was their show name, the Super Smash Bros. Zelda was about to run through the doors when she was stopped by someone's voice.

"You can't go in without a ticket, mam," said a teenager that was working as a ticket collector. He had red hair that covered his eyes and some serious acne. Clipped to his 'I heart the Mushroom Princess' t-shirt was a name tag that said SSB employee Rick. "You need a ticket to enter, mam," he said in a dull voice.

"Listen, junior, I told my friend I would be here and I am late as it is," Zelda replied in an annoyed voice.

"No entry without a ticket, mam." His voice still had the same bored tone. Now Zelda was getting really ticked off.

"Just quit it with the mam's already! You can just shove that stupid ticket up your-"

"Sorry, but unless you are a VIP I can't let you in without a ticket…mam." Zelda looked down at his shirt again and suddenly had a devious look on her face.

"You know who my friend is?"

"No, mam."

"Well she just so happens to be Princess Peach. And if I don't meet her now, I'll have to tell her that it was all because of a certain ticket collector named," she paused to look at his name tag. "Rick."

Rick's eyes lit up. "P-p-princess Peach! Oh boy, go right ahead, mam. And tell her that I let you in just for her and that if she's wondering where all her retainers are, well, um…" his voice trailed off. Zelda gave him a disgusted look. She turned to enter the door, but before she did she added, "By the way Rick, I think I might also mention to her how it annoyed me so when ever you said mam."

His eyes went from lost in thought (most likely about Princess Peach) to nervousness. "I'll stop! Just don't tell her that it annoyed you, um…miss."