-ALL CHARACTERS ARE COPYRIGHT NINTENDO, SEGA AND KONAMI.-
Link looked up. The lightning bolt had just hit the ground, and a podium sprang up from the earth. He had been expecting this for days.
With his mischievous nature, he hunted through the letters sitting on top of the podium before any others arrived. "Zelda, Ganondorf, Toon Link..." Link recoiled and re-read the name. "Toon Link? Even he got an invitation!? All he ever does is sail and conduct a train." Link slammed the letters back on the podium and started to pout. He looked down.
"Oh." he said, bending over and picking up another letter off the ground. He flipped it around. "Link. Umm... well." he shrugged and ripped open the letter as quick as he could. Skipping the text-most veteran Smashers did now-Link took the pen-there was one that come with every podium-and quickly signed his name. He dropped the pen as quick as he picked it up, and disappeared, leaving only a blue mist behind.
Coming up behind him were the other two veteran Smashers-Zelda and Ganondorf-who noticed the lightning and ran for it. Smiling, they took their respective letters, letting Toon Link's fall to the ground. Ganon took the pen from the ground. "You should smack some manners into Link, you know." he said.
Zelda sighed, and noticed the third letter on the ground. "Yeah, but you know Link." she picked up the letter. "Hey, Young Link's been replaced. Looks like Toon Link's in the new tournament."
"You mean it?" Toon Link bounced in. Most of the good fighters spied on the Smash Bros. invitations podium, hoping they would be invited. He bounced over to Zelda and took his invite from her. "Oh boy! Finally!"
He quickly ripped open the envelope and skimmed over the words, and signed his name-taking the pen right out of Ganondorf's hand. Zelda giggled. "Let's see how much of that bounce he has left after his first match." Ganondorf let out a small chuckle, before stopping himself and signing the letter. Zelda did the same after picking up the pen. "Boys will be boys." she sighed, before disappearing.
She landed in a big room. "This is new." she said, standing up. Around her were the other contenders. More fighters than last time. Zelda scanned the crowd. It looked like they were the last ones to get here-wherever here is. She dusted herself off, and noticed Princess Peach on the far end of the room. They were the only two princesses who had attended, although many of the Smashers considered Samus to be a princess to. In a sense. "Peach!" Zelda cried, walking towards her. Peach turned around at the mention of her name, ignoring Wario's antics-like Mario, Luigi and Bowser had been. "Hey Zelda! Welcome back." Zelda hugged Peach. This was the only time Smashers could interact with people from other realms-unless enough magic could be used to open a portal.
After hugging, Zelda put her hands on her hips. "Where are we, anyway?" she asked. "Don't we usually get teleported to the Battlefield?" Peach nodded. Before she could answer, however, two blue streaks of light appeared in the centre of the room. Everyone turned towards them. "Invites? Aren't we here already?" Peach asked.
The lights died down, and out of them stepped two figures. The Mushroom Kingdomites recognized the first one-Sonic the Hedgehog. They competed in the first ever cross-universe Olympics. "Sonic!" Mario yelled, running over to his friend. After high-fiving, Mario jabbed a finger over his shoulder at the second figure. "Who's your friend?"
Sonic shrugged, and Captain Falcon walked up to the stranger. Both the stranger and Captain Falcon scratched their heads in unison, and looked each other in the eye. "Beats me." said Captain Falcon.
The stranger pulled out a gun and aimed it at Falcon. "The name's Snake. Solid Snake. I was told that I was invited to an Ultra Brawl Bros. tournament?"
Mario shrugged. "Yeah, so were we." Mario shook his head, "and for the record, it's Super Smash Bros., okay?"
Snake scoffed at Mario. "Whatever." he said, scanning the room, laying eyes on Samus-who had her helmet off at the moment. He, almost magically, appeared beside Samus. She was with the two other princesses at the moment.
"Hello there, beautiful." that earned giggles from Zelda and Peach. Not a girly-girl type of giggle, more like a 'you don't know something' kind of giggle.
"What did you call me?" Samus asked, pointing her blaster arm at his face.
"Umm... nothing." Snake said, shrinking. Everyone in the room started to laugh at the stranger's misfortune. Every boy knew not to try and flirt with Samus Aran. She was a tough space bounty hunter raised by an alien race called Chozo. If she went face-to-face with the manliest man in any kind of fight, she would easily win.
After the laughter died down, a voice echoed off the walls of the room. "Welcome to Super Smash Bros. Brawl, this year's tournament."
A being appeared magically in the centre of the room. He was tall, and floated slightly off the ground. He was all blue, and had large golden wings. He was motionless, and looked like a hologram. "It's the brawl to end them all."
A collective gasp was heard throughout the room. The crowd remained silent. "Now," the blue figure started, scaring everyone with his dark tone, "this could be the end of everything. Anywhere."
Ness, a magical little boy, piped up. "Where's Master Hand?"
The blue figure glared menacingly at Ness, who shrunk down on the spot. "Master Hand?" he started to laugh, and the crowd around him started to back up towards the walls. "Master Hand is dead. Crazy Hand too. Now, since you've complied with the Terms and Agreement of the Super Smash Bros. tournament, I will let you fight. The brawl to end them all commences in exactly ten minutes!" he raised his voice on every word, practically yelling that last one.
As he disappeared, his maniacal laughter could be heard through the ever-silent chamber. The first one to speak next was Link. "Umm, what does he mean by the brawl to end them all. Does he mean 'end us all'?"
The room erupted in arguments about that statement, all ending with the same answer: "We're doomed." Mario said, his voice cutting through the arguments of the room.
