Story by Goddess Jeshi.

Art by… Never mind.

Characters ® Nintendo.

Writing (AKA plot, words, etc.) by Goddess Jeshi.

--; Um… Lesse see… Yeah, that's about it… Oh, Goddess Jeshi ® Goddess Jeshi…

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"So you've seen them battle… And since I'm a wonderful Goddess, I can see all… and I shall share some…" The Goddess Jeshi began mystically, the white background fading into a beach with palm trees on a deserted looking island. "This is the Life of the Smashers-" The Goddess Jeshi began to turned around while talking, but stopped when she saw the beach. "Darnit! I told them to make sure to get the school scene – I mean… Well, anyway. My Underlings have messed up. Oh yes, they'll be punished… I'll bury them up to their necks in the sand! … Speaking of sand…" Jeshi went out of super-evil mode and into "all-too-sweet" mode.

"We'll be doing some… Um… 'Contests' on this Beach. Every week, you'll gather around to see more than just you're favorite characters killing each other, but using all their other skills to---… Survive." The goddess blabbed on, motioning to the beach. The camera zooms in "So welcome our Smashers… And on to our first contests!"

Mysticaly, Roy, Ganondorf, Young Link, Luigi, Samus, Mr Game & Watch, Marth, Zelda, Captain Falcon, Link, Mario, Pikachu, Pichu, Peach, Ness, Bowser, Mewtwo and Jiigglypuff all showed up.

"Oh, if you're wondering about the Ice Climbers… Well…" Goddess Jeshi trailed off, not making eye-contact to the totally non-noticeable crate that has banging and screaming coming from the inside, floating out to sea.

"Where are we?" Marth questioned. camera zooms in on Marth, then zips over to Roy just in time for his comments.

"Apparently, not were we just were." Roy mumbled.

"I already notice a pattern." Young Link said loudly, and proudly.

"Well, what is it kid?" Mewtwo asked rudely.

"…" There was a silence.

"… That was rude." Young Link mumbled, just as a kid would (well, he is a kid…). "Anyway. All of us compete in the Super Smash Melee-"

"ARG! Another person spoofing / fanficing us! It was enough that Nintendo wanted to through us ALL together into some video game, but then the spoof and fanfictions and –" Ganondorf's complaining was cut of by, who else, Goddess Jeshi.

"If you please give me your attention… Attention here…" She called, clapping her hands. "Everyone, as you may have noticed, you're all the Smashers of-"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Okay… so you did notice. Going on, then. I'm the Goddess Jeshi, and—"

"So you're the reason we're here?"

"What do you-"

"Jeshi, are you a real goddess?"

"I covered that in my profile, now as I was saying –"The Goddess tried to continued on. As more questions were asked, she lost her patience…

Suddenly everyone was up to there necks in sand.

"Listen up, everybody!" The Goddess Jeshi began loudly. "I am the author and I can do whatever I want in this fanfic, so do not question thy! Now, our first contest has already begun… Who can last the longest buried up to their necks in sand? Let's go!"

"It's… So… Hot…" Mumbled Falco.

"You're out, Falco. No talking." The Goddess Jeshi threw him out with a few clicks on her magically there keyboard.

"The last one in the sand wins."

"Wins what?" Pondered Falco aloud.

"…" The Goddess was silent.

"Don't tell me you have no reward!" Gaped Falco.

"… N-nonsense!" Shot the Goddess. "Um… I guess I should tell you more, huh?"

All the little heads sticking out of the sand bobbled a bit, but no one could really nod.

"Okay, then. Our readers (AKA, YOU! Yes, you!) will review (yes… WILL!) and vote someone out. Or vote someone a reward.

"You can vote someone out because they're boring or lost a lot or anything… And you can vote someone for a reward if it fits them. Like if Zelda talks a lot…" Zelda, who had not said a word yet, made a face at this. "You could vote her for the, 'Talkative' reward. We'll give rewards out every now and then… Depends on how many people want to give someone a reward…

"As for you, readers… You can tell this is an interactive story, huh? Well, when you vote… You know the basics. But as for the rewards…  You can make those up. Like… Make up the 'annoying reward' or the 'spooky reward', or even the 'funny reward'… D" The goddess Jeshi finished -or who knows? Maybe she still had more to say. But anyway, she was cut of…- just as all the Pokemon let out their noises, and Mr. Game&Watch beeped, and Samus cried,

"It's too hot!" The Goddess smirked.

"Off with more!" And a few more clicks on the keyboard… Boom, less heads in a sand.

Two Minutes Later

"DARN IT'S TOO FRICKIN' HOT!"

Click, click and POOF

Three Minutes Later

"I can't stand it anymore… Let me out!"

Click, clack and POOF

"Wrong person… ME!"

"Oh, sorry."

Click, click, POOF! The other dude is back. Click, click, POOF! The first dude is out.

One Minute Later

"Thatsitgetmeoutofthisgodforsakenexcuseofapileofsandnow!" Ganondorf yelled, blurring his words together.

"What'd he say?" Asked the Goddess Jeshi, who had begun to read a book.

"He said, I WANT OUT NOW! … That goes for me, too." Mario 'translated'.

So you know how it goes. It took about an hour until it came down to to (Joking… Two.) 'battlers' left.

It was Young Link, who was enjoying the heat as a sand bath, and Bowser, who was used to extreme heat (he's got fireballs and lava and everything in his dudgeons!).

"…" There was no talking.

Young Link seemed content and happy, while Bowser felt like he was in a prison cell. Well, in a way, he was.

"Pass the sunscreen." Whispered Roy to Marth. The people waiting where sunning themselves and relaxing on the beach. It was, after all, white sand, blue water, palm trees ands strong sun.

"Okay, people. Let's call this a tie." The Goddess Jeshi said, who had just finished her book.

"Care to place any votes, Readers?" the Goddess asked coolly.

"THIS IS ALL A DUMB LITTLE PLOY! I SHALL ESCAPE, AND YOU'LL ALL-" Ganondorf yelled in a background.

"Like Ganondorf for most annoying? Ha. Well, see ya next time!"

Next time, on "More Than Battles", we'll be seeing… Who has the longest/farthest jump! Who can run the 40 meter dash the fastest! Who can swim, free style, 2 miles the fastest, with sharks in the water? --- That's what it says… … Well, join us and find out!

Well, there it is. My first document... I must admit, the ending was poor and this entire chapter took me about an hour to write... So not too well done or anything. Still, please don't be too rough when you reveiw... and please reveiw! THANK YOU!