Disclaimer: If you made millions off of Mario, Link, etc...wouldn't you do better things than write fanfics and be Scottish?
Rebuilding
The Smashers who were still at the hotel were all wondering together.
"So, Kirby, Fox and Pikachu are gone, while Mario and Link are safe in the new Mansion?" asked an outraged Samus.
"Yep," replied Yoshi, who had taken over the phone.
"Subarrashi chinchin mono," put in Marth.
"Sick!" yelled Peach.
"What does that mean?" asked Ness curiously. Peach whispered in his ear.
"Awesome..." sighed Zelda, with glazed over eyes.
"I wonder if Mario and Link are still mad at the others..." wondered Falcon.
"WHY ALL THE VIOLENCE?" asked Bowser, dissolving into tears.
The showdown had basically escaladed into throwing things around randomly. Things took a turn for the worse when someone threw a disturbingly familiar object into the fray. A large red, continental monster appeared, and gave a roar.
"It's-a HUGE!" yelled Mario triumphantly, clutching a disassembled Pokeball.
"Holy crap!" cried Fox, evading Mario's Pokemon. "What is that thing?"
"It's Groudon!" replied Pikachu. "It's a huge freaky thing who lives in the Cave of Origin, in lava!"
"Lava?" asked Fox, as Groudon stomped towards him. Groudon plowed easily through Link, Wario, and Pit, all screaming. Kirby was huddled into a crawlspace on the Mansion's outer walls, watching as Groudon picked up Mario.
"I summoned-a you!" yelled Mario. Groudon threw him back down to the floor.
As a newb, Pit looked confused at the whole procedure.
"A Pokeball," explained the androgynous realtors. Remember the second guy? Yeah. "When you throw these, one of our captured Pokemon will come to your aid."
Fox found one, and threw it, summoning Chikorita.
"Hey, Chikorita's back!" smiled Fox, petting the small Grass-type happily. "She was in the last tournament too!"
Chikorita gave a mischevious grin, and barricaded Mario with several Razor Leaves. Mario fell to the ground and began to bleed.
"Awww..." Fox grinned. "She still knows what side I'm on."
Wario summoned another familiar face.
"Goldeen, Goldeen..." goldeened Goldeen.
"Fits, don't it?" Link asked Mario and Pit. "Crappy Pokemon, silly character."
Mario's reply was cut short when a swirling cloak appeared, bearing a figure who slashed vigorously at Mario with a stubby sword.
"Meta-Knight!" cried Kirby, surprised.
Mario performed a backflip, then a Super Coin Jump towards Meta-Knight.
"What-a the hell's with-a all the newbs?" asked Mario, visibly pissed off.
"Well, we have to promote the Mansion!" smiled the shorter, female realtor. The male one pulled a string, and a banner fell from the roof, bearing the words, 'Super Smash Bros. Brawl'.
"You mean this IS the Mansion?" asked Pikachu. He considered something, then wrote down his name on a piece of paper and submitted it to the realtors.
"Alright, you are indeed confirming your identity as"- the male realtor read the paper, "let me just see here...uhh..."
Pikachu stared sceptically at the male, could he read? Answers on a postcard, please.
"I believe it says...hmm...well, now..." the male handed the paper to the female.
"Idiot, it says clearly that his name is Pikachu, and his off-battle occupation is a US Republican Senator, and he was born in Kansas!" read the female, who was blueish purpleish pink. Just saying, is all. "His fears are blonde jokes, pitbulls, and Sith lords!"
Pikachu embarrassedly shuffled his feet.
"Well, Pikachu, you are the fourth Smasher for Super Smash Bros Brawl!" smiled Cor-the female realtor. I guess it's not really pink, definitely either blue or purple. Interpret it however you want.
"Alright!" smiled Pikachu. "Now to smite the newbs!"
Pikachu turned around, and shocked Wario with 3894270848 gigavolts of nacho cheez. Wario died and came back.
Kirby glanced from Pikachu, to Meta-Knight, to Wario, to Mario, Link, and Pit, before stepping in.
"I'm in too," said Kirby.
"What about me?" asked Fox.
"Shut up, Fox!" everyone shouted simultaneously.
"My name is Kirby," stated Kirby. "I'm fifteen years old, I play in a bubblegum metal band, and well...I'm Jewish. But it recently got out around the news that I'm an old-school communist, so I was arrested after the events of SSBM."
"Interesting," said the green male realtor. "Criminal records are null and void, so you are the fifth Smasher for Super Smash Bros Brawl!"
"Kirby's back!" grinned Mario. "Hi-five-a!"
Kirby enthusiastically hi-fived Mario, and focused his attention on the recovering Wario. Kirby took out his sword, and performed a Final Cutter, severing Wario's chin...eye...leg. Wario died. Then Kirby smacked Wario in the leg...eye...chin...eye with his hammer, killing Wario again.
Everyone laughed.
"Can I come in now?" asked Fox.
"Shut up, Fox," said everyone else.
"Sooo..." asked Pikachu, turning to face the realtors once more. "Who ARE you?"
"Well, if Fox can guess who we are, then we'll let him in!" smiled the male realtor.
"No we won't," finished the female realtor.
Fox, frustrated, threw things at Meta-Knight and Wario.
"Now don't be down, friend!" smiled Pit gleefully, "One day we'll let you join the Super Smash Brothel!"
Pit grinned cheesily.
"To remind you of what I told you a chapter ago," said Fox bluntly, "You are a fag, shut up, I hate you."
Several fic writers of steamy FoxPit action burst into tears.
And Chapter 3 is done. Go away. Then return and give me taco flavoured reviews.