Super Smash Bros. Prose, Parodies and Poetry

Christmas Giving

Hey everyone, this is a little holiday Smash story I wrote for @Malacandra 's Christmas contest (which won 1st place, WOOOT!). Hope you enjoy!

Bowser POV

Snowflakes fell. Hard. They assaulted my eyes and nostrils every waking second, almost as persistently as the roar of the crowd I could hear surrounding me. But the snowflakes, and even the crowd, were just about the farthest thing from my mind.
There on the opposite side of the large arena, only a few powerful strides away, my irritating nemesis stood. Or should I say 'hovered'. I always thought the way he held himself when he was in the ring was extremely annoying; as if he was some martial arts expert and he knew it. But he wasn't; and I had already promised myself he wouldn't win. Not today. Not this time.
It was the night of the big Smash Annual, affectionately dubbed 'The Fight Before Christmas' by some of the old veterans. It had been arranged and held by Master Hand himself for the past who-knows-how-many years now, but this was only the second time I had ever bothered to enter. The first was several years ago -- and let's just say my reasons were standing on the other side of the battlefield.
Mario wasn't the only contestant in that round. Some Pokémon, and that Fox guy was there, too, but I hardly cared about them. Small potatoes. In my book, only one guy has ever stood between me and absolute domination.
Shaking the ice from my mane like nothing more than dust, I stood up as tall as I could manage, hoping to frighten off the other two fighters real quick. The fight had been raging about as hot as the snowflakes around us so far, and I was eager to get things moving.
Fox was the first to react, by whipping out those stupid blasters of his. I'm pretty sure they're illegal to use, but for some reason Master Hand has been letting him use them in fights all this time anyway. Not that it really mattered, because a blaster is no match for a set of giant talons. The lasers hit my thick scales without even a hope of penetrating them, giving me plenty of time to advance and grab the fluffy guy by the coat and send him flying like an afterthought.
It's crazy how fights can be so pathetically easy sometimes until he shows up. I can easily toss around guys who are way bigger than Mario; but come the time to face him one-on-one and stuff just gets so complicated.
Anyway, Fox went sailing right into the distant crowd, which practically ate him up like a souvenir. Chuckling to myself, I turned my attention to the game.
"Hey, plumber! It's mine this year!" I growled, taking a couple of menacing steps forward.
He knew what I meant. The last few Christmases had been nothing short of a torturous embarrassment.
Never one to talk much during a fight, Mario just put on his own silly gameface and prepared to meet my attack. For a second it almost seemed like the crowd fell silent.
The snowflakes poured almost like the thickest rain now, filling the air between us; but I thundered forward, the fire beginning to form in my chest. He was so small, a sitting target; it seemed so easy. Plus, it would be harder for him to move in the gathering snow. Not this year...
I was only feet away when I made my move, suddenly springing up on powerful hind legs. Mario had put up his shield, obviously anticipating me to roast his face (a good idea); but the fault was all his this time. At the last moment, I leapt over his head and sailed through the air, milliseconds away from crushing him flat before thousands of adoring eyes. For that instant a triumphant wave swept through me. I couldn't believe it; Christmas could be mine!
I don't know how to describe what happened next.
From what the others told me, that other remaining Pokémon, Lucario, struck me with a blast of his dumb lightning to the head in the nick of time, saving Mario's little plumber pulp. Apparently the blast sent me flying to the opposite side of the arena, where the two began joining forces to knock me over the side.
It is true I forgot to take care of that silly Pokémon. And the only things I could really remember upon waking was the roar of the crowd in the stinging cold, shouting over and over what sounded like, "Ario! Ario! Ario!"
But totally losing the contest again? I just don't -- can't -- believe that really happened.