Round 2

Mr. Game and Watch vs. Pit.

Pit crossed the two halves of Palutena's bow, holding them high. Mr. Game and Watch simply jumped into the air. The graphics froze on these two displays of readiness before Pit's goofy smile took up the screen.

"Mr. Game and Watch is a gaming legend. I mean, for all his crazy talk, he is right when he says..."

and Watch declaring, "You all wouldn't be here without me," and Pit's statement of "We wouldn't be here without him," were layered over one another.

"But I've played all the Game and Watch games. I have him read like a book!" Pit happily declared.

"These young kids," Game and Watch grumbled his 2D form splayed across the interview chair, "They think they get it but they don't. They lack the intellectual fortitude to fight me. Even these 8-bit nimrods who pretend as they get it, they just say they do. They go all Gamecube-y the second it conveniences them."

"I fight for all those who gained new fans by going 3D and those who have yet to," Pit proclaimed

"I FIGHT TO PASTURIZE YOU BACK INTO MORALITY!" yelled Game and Watch.

"For the future, I will be champion," Pit finished.

"For the return of the good ole days, I will be champion," Game and Watch countered.

Now, the cameras were back on 9-Volt and Cranky.

"It seems like we've got a battle of progression versus regression on our hands,"

Not skipping a beat 9-Volt began to conduct Cranky's next words, " More like foolishness versus common sense."

Cranky could only glare daggers in 9-Volt as Futaba jumped in.

"Gotta agree with 9-Volt. I'm not listening to Game and Watch yell at a cloud for another round. Go Pit!" cheered the hacker.

"Alright, let's go down to entrances…"

The beeping and booping of Game and Watch's ambling steps combined with the boos of the crowd to make the old man's music. He paid the crowd no mind, his muttering more important.

"…If you can call it that," 9-Volt laughed.

"He doesn't need a flashy entrance to be great," snapped Cranky.

As triumphant war bugles sounded off Pit appeared aboard a chariot towed by unicorns. The legendary trio burst out of the tunnel, flying around the giant stadium.

"Pit is accompanied by his loyal steeds Phos and Lux!" 9-Volt explained.

Cranky grumbled, "Eh, lazy use of Greek in my opinion."

"Like you could do any better," 9-Volt shouted.

"I could be better at Greek off of a single Duolingo than these xenophobic Japanese men will ever be!"

9-Volt groaned as Pit flew to his side of the arena. As he did, Mills Frames appeared between them.

"The following contest is a second-round match in the Super Smash Brothers Ultimate tournament. Introducing first, he is from the Game and Watch universe, he is The Master of Four Bits, he is MISTER GAME AND WATCH."

As Game and Watch grumbled to boos, Mills continued, "Introducing next, to might right. He comes to us from the Kid Icarus universe, he is the Captain of Lady Palutena's Guard, he is PIT!"

Pit waved to the crowd, but a "Whaddya Know," chant took over. Pit hammed it up, cupping his hand right hand to the equivalent ear, then his left. He held up, three fingers, then two, then one. Pit raised Palutena's Bow, the crowd cheering "WHADDYA KNOW!" all together.

"Now, Mills said as the crowd applauded themselves, "If we could turn our attention to the video board."

The stages were cycled through, landing on…Fountain of Dreams."

"YES!" Game and Watch cheered, "An old school stage with no frills. Will you be able to survive, or are you too coddled to remember what that's like?"

"Bring it," Pit growled.

"The rules are three stock, items medium," Mills explained, "Smashers, get to it!"

The frothing combatants disappeared.

Stage: Fountain of Dreams

Rules: 3-stock, items medium

Music: Gourmet Race (Melee)

3

Pit descended from a pillar of heavenly light.

2

Mister Game and Watch tumbled onto the Fountain, descending frame by frame with increasingly loud beeps.

1

Game and Watch cracked his two-dimensional muscles. Pit's grip tightened around Palutena's bow.

GO!

Both combatants phased through the platforms upon which they stood, immediately touching the sweet-smelling, cold water of the Fountain.

"ACK! Kids today and their fancy realistic water textures," Game and Watch ranted, "In my day, the water looked like black goo, and it was a death zone. Do you understand me? A d-"

Pit had taken his opponent's pre-occupation to charge, slashing him with the bow, connecting the two-bladed halves in a single, well-practiced movement. The angel immediately took to the defensive, charging to the other end of the stage. Game and Watch jumped in midair, touching the water again. This time, his exclamation was more of an embarrassed grunt than a yowl of disgust.

"If there's one thing I hate more than fancy water, it's polygon punks that have lost their way.

"Polygons," Pit took in a deep breath, holding back the bowstring on an arrow of light, "Are so three decades ago,"

Pit snapped the bow string forward. The blue streak zipped forward, curving at the last moment. Even still, Game and Watch pivoted, the projectile whizzing right past him.

The two charged each other. Before Pit could even react, a burning hot skillet jacked his jaw, sending him straight into the air. Game and Watch jumped to meet him, bouncing off his head to deliver a cartoonish bomb to his unsuspecting head. Game and Watch craned his neck, his bulbous head now sporting a diver's helmet.

"You're going to wish…" hissed the old man.

Submarine helmet collided with angel skull as Pit limply floated downward.

"The gamers will be able to see squares…"

Again, Pit floated down with no rebuttal, and again his skull cracked against a submarine helmet.

"When I bust your pretty little anime face so bad, even Palutena won't be able to put you back together."

Pit was seemingly jolted awake by Game and Watch's next move, throwing a Bombchu at the ground, the deadly car toy eagerly circumnavigating the underside of the Fountain as soon as Game and Watch activated it. Pit activated his Guardian Obitars with a smug chuckle, but Game and Watch simply dove for Pit, grabbing him by the throat. In an instant, he was reduced to his stock icon, one of three balls in the infamous Ball move. As the Bombchu scooted through another revolution around the stage, Game and Watch volleyball spiked Pit into it. With a sharp inhale, as if he had been drowning, Pit emerged from the cocoon of his stock icon into his full form.

"That one called Snoopy Tennis young man," gloated Game and Watch.

Pit righted himself in midair, spinning Palutena's Bow as he advanced towards Game and Watch.

"Ha!" shrieked Game and Watch, "It's time for you to face Judgement!"

Before the angel knew it, a hammer had blasted him on the head, and to make matters worse, he was drifting towards the Blast Zone in a block of ice.

"For. Lady. Palutena," chanted Pit.

Pit cracked through the ice, Palutena's Power of Flight gliding him towards the stage. Just as he braced himself to tackle Game and Watch, a Bob-omb appeared in the space between. Both were blasted to opposite ends of the Blast Zone, Game and Watch righting himself with Fire and gliding via parachute to the middle of Fountain of Dreams. Pit, however, was not so lucky.

Game and Watch: 3

Pit: 2

"That's what's wrong with young people today," Game and Watch ranted, "Too distracted with their do-nothing anime women to do anything resourceful or sm-"

Pit stepped off the Revival Platform and fired an arrow of light in one motion. The projectile caught Game and Watch in the gut, who coughed and gagged, whatever rambling incoherence he had in store caught in his diaphragm, Game and Watch felt six simultaneous broad slices of the two halves of his bow, a follow-up throw hoofing him into the Blast Zone.

Game and Watch: 2

Pit: 2

"Ah, so I've touched a nerve. Good. Go back to your roots boy," hissed Game and Watch.

As soon as the invincibility afforded to the two-dimensional coot faded, he was tackled around the waist by a flying Pit, and thrown down into an awkward-looking dive kick. At that moment, a Smash Ball landed between them. Puffs of noxious air from a fireplace blower and slices of sharpened bow collided with both the Ball and their opponent, but a crescendoing blast directly into Pit's mouth knocked him away, gasping for air. As Pit dry heaved over the edge of the stage, Game and Watch absorbed the power of the Smash Ball.

"Oh boy, I'm trembling with excitement," the sarcasm dripped out of 9-Volt's call.

"Hey! Respect those who came before you punk!" snapped Cranky.

With a threatening, low droning beep, Game and Watch transformed into an octopus, the form of the goofy sea creature drifting without fanfare across the stage. Pit tried to fly past it with Power of Flight, but he was gripped in its tentacles. Just as it appeared it would drag Pit to another stock loss, it fizzled, Game and Watch appearing where he'd been post-transformation.

"That's the problem with you old guys," Pit mocked, "Such dull presentation with no payoff,"

"Why you…" Game and Watch was too encumbered with rage to finish his thought. As soon as they touched down, they charged each other. A Master Ball touched down at the meeting point of their trajectories. Pit grabbed it first, but it opened him up for another diving helmet headbutt from Game and Watch.

"And this is what Mister Game and Watch is talking about," hooted Cranky, "Too obsessed with fancy items to actually fight."

Pit stood stunned as Game and Watch grabbed him by the throat, juggling him in the Ball state again, this time launching Pit upward. A jumping tackle aided by Fire sent them both up into the air. A fireplace poker blast sent Pit up even further, another sending him even further still. A mid-air headbutt with the submarine helmet in mid-air sent Pit to the top Blast Zone

Game and Watch: 2

Pit: 1

The two stood in silence, seething tired breaths as Pit stepped off the Revival Platform. With Pit's invincibility gone, the two charged each other, the battle of fireplace blower and ancient bow commencing once again.

"No more quips, it's on!" 9-Volt shouted excitedly.

Just as he said this, Pit kicked the fireplace blower up into Mister Game and Watch's face. Too far into the motion to correct, the two-dimensional man pumped noxious fumes into his own face. Game and Watch reeled back, coughing and sputtering as Pit launched a barrage of bow slices, knocking him into the Blast Zone.

Game and Watch: 1

Pit: 1

A Hammer appeared on the rightmost platform. Both Smashers dove for it from their respective positions, but Game and Watch fell faster, grabbing it. Immediately, Pit was smacked by the hammer, a blue aura of impact flashing forth as Pit was rocked up.

"This is what we call a power-up young man," Game and Watch lectured, "From the game Donkey Kong! Now, maybe you'll learn to respect the classics,"

"YOU TELL 'EM MISTER GAME AND WATCH!" Cranky hollered, his unabashed clapping clipping the mic.

"GET DOWN FROM THE COMMENTARY TABLE!" 9-Volt fretted, "You'll break a hip!"

During the mayhem, Pit's Guardian Orbitars had withstood three Hammer blows. Now, on the fourth, it broke the holy weapons, leaving him open for yet another. But, Pit was unthreatened, using Power of Flight to barrel down into Game and Watch. The old man cried out in pain as Pit rolled backward, kipping to his feet.

"Ya know, for someone as steeped into the tradition of the multiverse as you, you forgot to honor the most important one.".

"What?" grumbled Game and Watch, weakly but defiantly getting to his feet.

"Thou shalt not take my woman's name in vain."

Pit once again tackled Game and Watch around the waist with Power of Flight. This time, the unwitting duo flew the length of the stage. As soon as their bodies left the stage, Pit grabbed Game and Watch's bulbous nose, taking extra care to flex it backward, breaking it. Pit ignored the sensation, as well as Game and Watch's scream of pain as he used it to throw Game and Watch into the Blast Zone.

GAME!

. Pit spun Palutena's Bow in the Smash Mansion courtyard.

"It's game over for you!" Pit declared.

The splash screen declared to the boisterous Skyworldians in attendance that Pit had won. Meanwhile, Game and Watch stared around as Rita held the microphone to him.

"I HAVE SEEN THE LIGHT!" Game and Watch yelled, ambling away

Mister Zero, meanwhile was tasked with interviewing Pit.

"Game and Watch's Ball was looking to be the most feared maneuver of the tournament. How did you survive it?" Mister Zero asked.

"Well, through the power of video games and Lady Palutena, but mostly Lady Palutena, all things are possi-"

As if on cue, Palutena warped into the room pinning Pit against the wall and lifting him up

"I'll show you what's possible. Are you ready?" she purred.

"Oh my Palutena, yes. I've wanted this for so long."

"Get used to saying my name Captain," she warned.

And with that, the duo disappeared.

Game and Watch's somber entrance into the Smashers' Box was largely ignored. The clamor was all about Pit and Paltena's action.

"Heh," Samus had snickered as they disappeared, "It's happening."

"Oh no," Dark Pit had wailed, "It's happening."

"Oh stuff it Dark Pit," snapped Peach, "Any time a couple finally overcomes their miscommunications and gets together, it fills my heart with such glee. There is nothing quite like it in the world," swooned the princess.

As Samus nodded, Bayonetta stated, "I agree!"

"I thought you hated the servants of God?" Simon countered.

"I do, but I love free love more," Bayonetta quipped, pulling Samus close.

"Alright-a everyone," Mario said, "Snake, Greem, you're up.

Snake stood, immediately slapping hands with Sonic. He eyeballed Green, who was being whispered instructions by Red.

"I'd ask Isabelle if she had any instructions for me but,"

Both Brawl alums looked over to the end of the room. Isabelle sat, arms crossed, and slumped over a desk, loudly chewing gum while Incineroar ranted encouragement at her.

"You've got this Snake, it's fine," Sonic shrugged.

Snake said something to protest, but caught himself. Nodding to Sonic, he bolted down Tunnel B, while Green silently strode down Tunnel A.