Chapter Twenty-Seven:

You Tried, Have Some Tickets

He didn't have any tricks up his sleeve, neither did he make an attempt to even fight, knowing how powerful Matt was. SMG4 was powerless, helpless, and uncertain in those moments. His heart thumped, and his entire life flashed before the YouTuber's eyes as the Mii picked him up, and walked towards the lava-filled hole.

Jeeves was shrieking with delight, enjoying every moment of Matt punishing the players who'd broken the golf tournament's rules. SMG4 felt his feet dangle above the ground, then he felt the heat of the lava from below as the near-godlike Mii held the meme man over the pit.

Matt's arm began to lower, and SMG4 felt as if his shoes were smoldering a little. This couldn't be how his adventures ended. He would never see Meggy again, nor would he make more memes, and it was hard to imagine what SMG3 would do once he learned that his old nemesis was dead.

"Finish him! FINISH HIM!" Jeeves shrieked to the nigh-powerful Matt.

Tears rolled down his cheeks, and SMG4 lowered his head. "Please..." He told Matt, looking into his eyes, "I just wanted to go to Brazil."

'So I could find SMG1 and SMG2's Guardian Pod, so I could find the answers to the questions behind the universe's big mysteries... about the SMGs, the Avatar, and the Guardian Pods.' SMG4 finished in his mind.

Matt's arm stopped moving, and the meme man blinked. The YouTuber saw the bearded fighter was eying him with an expression that looked like surprise. SMG4 looked down at the lava below, and he looked up at his would-be executioner, wondering why Matt wasn't dropping him into the lava.

'I just wanted to go to Brazil.'

SMG4's words resonate in my mind. I was aware those tickets to Brazil were the prize of Jeeves' Golf Tournament, but I didn't give it much thought... until now, and a memory from my distant youth rises to the surface in the moments after SMG4 mentioned "Brazil". At some point in their lives, everyone wants to go to another country, be it France or Germany or Egypt.

Brazil is no exception, especially when South America is full of wonders worth visiting. In this moment, I am revisiting my beginnings as a hopeful, young Mii, living with my father, a retired tennis star, in our luxurious sports-themed home in Belmont.

I never forgot that day. I'd gotten a Brazilian banner, with dreams of traveling to Brazil, after seeing images of such a wonderful country, and after seeing footage of Brazilian sporting events from golf to baseball. I was holding the banner, and my father was watching Mii tennis on TV as he recalled the old days.

Youth are always filled with a sense of hope. And I hoped my father would be interested, that he'd go to Brazil with me. As he watched the tennis game, I stepped forward, and held up the Brazilian banner.

"Can we go to Brazil?" I asked him.

He just looked at me, and looked at the game on the TV. In those seconds, my heart was broken, as my father, who I remembered as a kind person, told me "no". He pointed to the Miis at play, and he said, "Look at what they need to mimic even a fraction of our power."

"Father..." I begged.

My father told me "no" again, he wasn't interested, and he handed me a pair of tennis rackets along with a tennis ball, and he told me to train. I still yearned to go to Brazil, but with how firm my father was, I put those thoughts aside for the next many years as I engaged in my sports training to become the best of the best.

Father was one of the greatest of the age. Just like me, he was a powerful sports player, and a strong fighter. And yet, I was different from him. Every day, every week, I would train and I pushed myself to the limit with my sports skills and my combat powers.

Never give up. Never surrender. I trained and fought, working harder than any human could, but in the moments I played a game such as golf... I never stopped thinking about visiting the land of Brazil. One day I would, but my focus upon my strength and proving myself remained and was unbroken.

With each battle I fought, with each calorie I burned through all the golf, all the tennis, and every battle with whomever went up against me, I became stronger until I could surpass the likes of that blue hedgehog in speed and keep up with other well-skilled tennis players. One could say I was powerful enough to lift up the entire Earth on my own.

And within years, I had risen to a level of near godhood. No one could stand in my way, and I was champion in every game I partook in, every battle that I ever fought, and it was my desire to travel to Brazil that motivated me. People feared me, and many others respected me, regardless of those who called me "a freak".

I am no freak.

I. Am. A GOD! And all who oppose me... shall fall.

But, perhaps there are times when I can show mercy, and this is my moment of mercy. I return to the present, and SMG4 is in my hand, just as I was about to drop him into a pit of molten death. He looks at me, and I begin to pull him out of the hole where he was destined to die just seconds ago.

"Wh-What?" SMG4 was almost bewildered, more so than relieved. He wasn't about to die, but Matt was starting to act... strangely.

Jeeves, watching from the sidelines, was outraged by the fact his weapon hadn't killed SMG4. He was shaking, his hands were trembling, and his eyes widened with fury. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU IDIOT!?" He shouted, "KILL HIM!"

Mario, Bob, Boopkins, Bowser, Bowser Junior, Wario, and Waluigi began to recover and rose to their feet as they watched Matt back away from SMG4. The nigh-powerful Mii approached Jeeves, staring blankly at the sentient fork, and he raised a hand in a sort of pointing gesture. In those moments, nobody seemed to notice the ominous eyeball watching from afar.

Right as an angry Jeeves was about to say something, his body glitched, and the talking white fork vanished, leaving behind a pair of Brazilian tickets, the same tickets that would have been the grand prize for the victor of Jeeves' Golf Tournament.

And they were two-person tickets.

Matt approached SMG4 and handed them to the meme man, nearly leaving the blue-capped YouTuber surprised. He looked at the omnipotent Mii, processing what was even happening, and, with gratitude in his heart, he said, "Th-thank you."

The orange-shirted fighter snapped an invisible finger and, before everyone knew it, they were standing on green grass, in the area where the game had started. A bright blue sky greeted them, along with a tropical Wuhu breeze, and the group was no longer in the Death Arena that Jeeves had selected for their battle with Matt.

Both golf players wondered what had become of Jeeves, especially with how powerful Matt was, but chances were that the fork was only teleported away to somewhere else. They would see him again for sure, and as for Matt?

He stood in front of Mario, SMG4, and the others, looking at them silently. Seconds later, the nigh-powerful Mii took to the air, and hovered away into the sky, leaving everyone speechless.

"CHALLENGE CLEARED!" A voice declared.

"At least we're still alive." Mario remarked.

"Yeah." SMG4 held up one of the two tickets and handed it off to the pudgy plumber, "And we get to go to Brazil after all. We tried our best, that's all that matters. SMG1 and SMG2's Guardian Pod, here we come! Let's get to the airport, a flight to Brazil's already got to be waiting."

Mario whooped, and pounded SMG4 on the shoulder. The meme man glared at him, making the fat Italian assume he'd done something wrong, then SMG4 held up his hand, and Mario smiled as they shared a Super Mario High-Five. The two friends headed towards a nearby Warp Pipe, and jumped inside it together, leaving the golf arena behind.

Bob overcame his shock, and stomped the ground in frustration.

"ThIs Is BS!" He cried, "I dIdN't GeT aNy TiCkEtS tO BrAzIl, WhIcH pUtS mE iN sErIoUsLy HoT WaTeR wItH a CeRtAiN gAnGsTeR bOsS wHoSe BaBy I lEfT bEhInD. TaLk AbOuT a ToTaL ClUsTeRfU..."

"Excuse me, sir?" A man in a golfing uniform said as he approached the Garo, "I'm one of the golf field managers, and, as someone who was assisting Jeeves with arranging the tournament, I believe there were some... extra tickets... for those who participated in the game. I believe this one is yours."

The man handed Bob a ticket with the Brazilian symbol on it, and the hobo's eyes lit up.

"OMG, OMG, OMG!" He cried, "It LoOkS lIkE I sTiLl GeT tO gO tO BrAzIl AfTeR aLl. BoB's AbOuT tO fInD tHaT gAnGsTeR bAbY aNd GeT hImSeLf OuTtA oF tRoUbLe BiG tImE! BrAzIl, HeRe We CoMe. ThAnKs A lOt, KiNd GoLf FiElD mAnAgEr GuY."

Bob whooped, dashed across the field with the ticket in hand, and leaped inside the nearest Warp Pipe he could find. The Garo held on tight to his newly-acquired ticket as the warp tunnel transported Bob to Brazil, and he couldn't wait to accomplish that mission before Mario and SMG4 finished their quest.