So this is my version of how it all started...probably not true, but what the heck? Why not?

BTW, Nintendo is too awesome for me, so I don't own any characters and/or video games.

Once upon a time, in the magical land of Nintendo (which included many other lands such as PNF-404, Hyrule, and important cities like Onett), there lived a…unique variety of heroes, villains, and just plain old ordinary folk. They lived in their rightful borders and got along great together. Not one Pokémon laid eyes upon a member of the Star Fox organization, nor did Kirby ever dream of Peach's Castle. It was separate, and that was the way everyone lived for a long, long time.

…until THEY came.

Two great beings came down from the stars. Each one was composed of pure dark energy, as black as the emptiness of space. An unbreakable core contained the personality and brain of the being, which mixed to become the darkest soul. This dark energy can easily be turned into dark magic, allowing for the easy corruption of worlds. Unfortunately, this matter cannot be contained easily. A classic white glove encased the core of each alien. This way the core can control the dark energy and deliver it through the fingertips of the glove. Soon, the pair of floating "hands" joined forces, determined to corrupt and rule the world. With unknown origins, they channeled their magic into the earth, driving pure darkness into the core of the planet.

The great borders of Nintendo collapsed, and for the first time the divided civilizations came into contact with each other. Confusion eventually led to hostility, hostility became war, and with war came bloodshed. Every innocent soul became the greatest sinner. Too long the world remained this way (about a half-hour to twenty years, depending on who you talk to). Power, greed, selfishness, and hostility reigned. There seemed to be no hope in sight.

However, there was a pause in the magic. One of the hands had trouble controlling its dark energy, which disrupted the dark magic flow. The other hand, who had "mastered" the way of its core, stopped its magic to chastise its partner.

As Master Hand continued to chew out the other embarrassed hand, a small band met in the center of the world. This area was a crossroad that connected each border of Nintendo. The group decided that the hands must be stopped at once. Old rivalries were cast aside, and resources were pooled in for the greater good. They called themselves Smashers: determined to smash the hands out of the galaxy. Or it was the name of their new wrestling team. Calling their new base Smash Camp, they prepared for war.

Immediately they started building weapons, wands, staffs, and printing books (many thought Robin was going cookoo for a second, but he/she proved them wrong later). Magical beings meditated and built up their power. Food was prepared for an epic journey. Skills and techniques were swapped, learned, and taught. An advertising campaign and YouTube channel raised awareness. Others just took a nap (cough, Kirby and Jigglypuff, cough).

Once the Smashers were ready to brawl, they travelled to a field known as the Crash Site. This was where the hands were channeling their power into the earth. It was also where they crashed into a large city, in case you didn't know. The city was in ruins now. This site became known as the Battlefield.

An epic battle was fought. Once again, nobody knew how long it lasted. Some say an hour. Others claim it was many years. Some believe that some dark magic may have paused time outside of the battle. Whatever the case, the hands kicked butt. Lasers shot out of their fingertips, fireballs appeared out of their palms, rockets shot out of actual finger guns. If any Smasher got anywhere close, the hands would smack them away, grab them, or punch them senseless.

Suddenly the wrestlers were in deep trouble.

By this time, most of the Smashers were pretty beat and ready to drop dead of exhaustion. The hands hardly seemed scathed. Totally unfair, but that's how it went. Just when all hope seemed lost, and that their advertising campaign was in the toilet, Mario stood up.

The hands laughed evilly. How could a half-beaten plumber possibly defeat two power-house super gloves?

But Mario was quick. As the hands laughed together, Mario ran up and punched Hand #2 very hard. Such a hit would later become known as a smash attack. The blow caught the hand by surprised, and its core fell out onto the ground. Mario grabbed the core and threw it to his buddies, who attacked the orb with newfound strength until it cracked open.

All the stored up dark energy erupted into the sky. The fragments of the core's shell broke into millions of pieces, attempting to recollect itself. Try as it might, the core could not regain its full strength. So it settled for the next best thing: making many mini orbs! The millions of fragments closed around small bits of the dark energy to make millions of orbs. Each orb flashed different colors, and every one had a "t" sort of shape on it to represent the way the original core was cracked. The personality of the hand disappeared, so every orb had unused dark energy stored in it. This sphere of power eventually became known as a Smash Orb

Immediately, the orbs began flying away. The smashers desperately grabbed one and broke it. Every fighter on the Battlefield unleashed the dark energy that was absorbed into them, creating a Final Smash. The blow was too much for the hands. The gloves tore apart almost immediately and the dark energy was blasted off into outer space.

The momentary burst of energy left the Smashers. They became themselves again. In fact, EVERYONE became themselves again. With the hands gone, the world went back to normal. The breaking of the Core restored the borders that separated the different regions of Nintendo. The core's destruction also wiped the memories of the innocent inhabitants. Everything seemed back to normal.

But there was a heavy price. Every Smasher who helped break the core (which was everyone) became cursed. The Smashers became immortal, the good with the bad, but they can be launched or put to a deep sleep. They were the only ones who were able to break open Smash Orbs, which were still flying around Nintendo. They were allowed to return to their own regions. Ok, so it wasn't a curse, exactly, but immortality is often known for its ups and downs.

The Smashers swore to use their gifts to protect the world in case of the return of the hands. They built Smashville on top of Smash Camp, and used the Smash Orb as their symbol. But old grudges die hard. Sworn enemies are also part of the Smashers, and that can cause some troubles in their teamwork. Also, since they were immortal, the Smashers tend to get carried away and start fighting each other.

But for now the world is safe. What about the Hands? Well, Hand #2 became EXTREMELY unstable since its core was destroyed. Master Hand eventually called its partner Crazy Hand because of the combustible energy it manages to keep in place. Somehow the gloves were repaired and the stitches faded over time. They try to take over Nintendo from time to time, but they never truly regained their full strength.

But enough about the beginning. This fanfiction is a collection of stories about the Smashers in a daily basis. Can't be too crazy.

Right?