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You are lord Bowser, King of Cool. Well cool and Koopas, but those were just 2 of the many, many, self assigned titles you have earned. Not everyone can be the baddest baddie like you. Your current goal was to humiliate that yellow chicken man, Rawk Hawk, in the ring in front of a roaring crowd of the Glitz Pit. All you needed to do is get through the canon fodder so you can have some nice roasted bird for dinner. Honestly it was taking far too long for your liking.

After ‘acquiring’ some purse from an annoying toad girl you are standing around in the entrance room of the Glitz Pit. Honestly you need to use the big bad brain of yours to find a way to get through these scores of worthless idiots standing between you and the bird, but how…

>Dig around the purse, maybe you can find something to deface these posters…
>Go watch the ‘competition’ in the stands
>Return backstage
>Write in
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>>1806327
Current Inventory:
>Suitcase; some suitcase that some crazy old man gave you, for some reason it is able to contain a lot more than it would seem. Although it can only hold trousers, money, consumable items, and some smaller key items.

>1,000 Darkland Gold Coins; a bunch of coins you stuff in your mattress for safety, while not as inflated as say Mushroom Kingdom coins, their actual worth depends on the country you go to.

>A family photo; a picture of you, your son, and Kammy. Other than memories this has no obvious use.

>Bowser’s Baseball Bat; your favorite baseball bat, complete with spikes coming out the side. Useful for hitting balls, projectiles, and occasionally idiots.

>Passport; you are a recognized king yes, but official identification will make traveling around countries easier and it would be best not to attract attention to yourself, lest some would be hero come running if you brute force your way into another’s territory. The picture is less than flattering…

>Pink Purse; a disgustingly pink purse that you acquired from an equal eyesore of a toad. Might contain something useful, or maybe just some junk, but you wouldn’t go through a woman’s purse… would you?
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>>1806327
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>>1806327
>Go watch the ‘competition’ in the stands

Can we jump in a fight to steal a ranking like the armored harriers tried?
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>>1806327
You could use a break from this garbage anyway, you stomp up the stairs and through the large doors, nowhere near as large as your castle’s, but enough to where you didn’t need to duck underneath it. To see the fight of the hour, which looked to be a fire, hammer, and boomerang bro verses… you honestly weren’t sure what that thing was. Honestly kind of looked like a bird of some sort, except darker and with less feathers. Maybe they were related to chicken man? Regardless you watch the fight play out, rather uninterestingly. Despite where you would have put your coins, the bird thing seemed to be out pacing the team of three fairly well. Though the numbers the bros had were taking their toll on the bird guy.

“Could this be an upset of the rank 5 Craw-Daddy?” roared the announcer.

Rank 5? If someone this incompetent was rank 5 you could easily take his place. It would just take forever. Why couldn’t you bash in these morons now? The faster you crush that chicken the better. You were not impatient, shut up.

>Crash the fight
>Get back to fighting your way up
>Write in
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>>1806419
>Crash the fight
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> steal princess peach and design dungeons to get to her
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>>1806419
That’s it, this is taking far to long for your liking. You were done with this whole ‘fighting your way to the top like a legitimate fighter’ junk. You were a KING! you had rights, and you were pretty sure one of those was to be able to fight some idiot chicken man in a timely manner. Or something like that. Whatever the case this whole thing is taking far to long.

Using your powerful legs you jump out of the crowd and onto the stage, surprising the fighters, the ref, and pretty much everyone in the stadium. The ref came to her senses fairly quickly though, and decided to roll with it for the crowd.

“Whats this!? It looks like the minor league fighter, the Smash King, has come into the ring for some kind of grudge match!” Jolene comes up to you and shoots you a subtle irritated look when she is sure the audience wouldn’t notice. “What are you trying to pull Smash King?” she says before handing you the mic.

“Every piece of cannon fodder in this fighting federation is completely incompetent and I refuse to waste my time fighting every one of them to get to that dirty chicken man!”

The crowd is stunned, the fighters look fairly steamed and Jolene is just trying to stop herself from face palming. The cheers turn to hisses and boos as you turn heel. It’s not like you cared about what this audience wanted or what they thought about you, well maybe it was because of that. You didn’t want to be known as the up and coming underdog, you were the villain for stars sake, and this audience will find out one way or the other.

“I don’t care about you, these fighters, the audience, any of this! All I care about, is crushing Rawk Hawk under my foot! You fools are simply a means to an end!”

Ah you loved being the bad guy.

“Well folks it looks like our underdog wants to take on both of our rank 6, Hamma, Bamma, and Flare, and our rank 5, Craw-Daddy at the same time!” The crowd cheers for the new team.

You didn’t say that, but it wasn’t honestly like these fools had a chance together, much less apart. Regardless this will be an easy win. Soon you will crush all that stand against you, the MIGHTY KING BOWSER!

The gong rings once more signaling the fight against the Fire bro, Hammer bro, Boomerang bro, and the Dark Craw starting.

>Let the ladies go first, you can take anything they dish out
>Full on assault! (Write in)
>Take out bat
>Write in
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>>1806505
That was one of the first choices in the first threads m8. We are on vacation.
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>>1806509
>Take out bat
3 of these 4 guys are projectile based, time to increase our batting average.
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>>1806509
You know how these bros work, you take out your good old bat and prepare to crack some shells. Dark Craw doesn’t seem all that coordinated with the Bros, but the 4 go on the attack. The 4 of them hurl a collection of projectiles at you, fire balls, boomerangs, hammers, and a spear.

>Bat them right back at them (1d20)
>Dodge (1d20)
>Use your shell to block them
>Write in
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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1806586
Retreat into shell, spin and bowl them over
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!dice+1d20
Bat time
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dice+1d20
Bat
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Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1806586
>Bat them right back at them (1d20)
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Rolled 17 (1d20)

shell spin
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>>1807539

forgot image
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>>1806586
>Bat them right back at them (1d20)
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>>1806586
>>1806951
>>1807359
>>1809122
Roll 1d20 best of 3
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Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1809124
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Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1809124
"No."
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Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1809124
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>>1809124
Taking up your batting stance you swiftly and knock away the projectiles coming towards you, though you may have missed one, kind of hard to tell with how little damage it did, but you sent most of the projectiles flying right back into the faces of your opponents. Seems you haven’t really lost much of your touch with good old baseball.

Now that you’ve crushed their hopes having a chance against you, you just need to crush their bodies. Though that Craw-Daddy Guy seems less deterred than the Bros. Probably just isn’t aware of how awesomely cool you are. He just brings his spear to a rest pointed upward.

The Bros themselves are worse for wear, the majority of projectiles were sent right at them, but they hold their ground. Actually quite impressive for canon fodder like that to stand up to King Bowser, maybe you should recruit them… Stars know there are a few goons of yours who slipped through the cracks and could barely even stand in front of that mushroom scarfing Italian, much less you. You really ought to improve the standards of your army sometime.

Regardless it is now your ‘turn’ to beat a sense of fear into these fools.

>Write in
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>>1809215

> Keep it Simple, Drop the bat and just punch them alot.
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>>1809215
You don’t need a fancy solution for a mundane issue, your fist is the best solution. At least its right up there with things likes setting things on fire, kidnapping someone, and stealing powerful artifacts. You drop your bat and stomp up to the closest opponent, the fire bro, who freezes like a Boo in someone’s sights, and you wind up your punch…

>Roll 1d20, best of 3
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Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1809295
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Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1809295
dice+1d20
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Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1809295
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>>1809295
Your punch sends the Bro flying off the stage, the other 3 had to duck out of the way just to avoid joining his fate. Well that was one down, time to solve the other three. But you know you’ve got them shaking in their boots, this will be a landslide.

The boomerang and hammer bros are paralyzed in fear, while Craw-Daddy makes only grips his spear tighter and dashes at you going for a thrust.

>Write in
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>>1810048
Sidestep and then use his own momentum to throw him out the ring, almost Mario 64 style. We might have been beaten by it in the past, but that does not mean we cant use the same tactic to OUR advantage!
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>>1810048
You aren’t able to sidestep all that well due to your large frame, but you are able to easily grab the tiny bird thing with your claws and toss him out of the ring. You aren’t sure there are ring outs here, but it will be a little bit before he gets back up. Now you just need to beat down these other two down. They can barely stand in the presence of your magnificence, they won’t be an issue.

>Roar to spook them out of the ring
>Finish the job with a good old fashioned stomping
>Write in
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>>1810207
>Roar to spook them out of the ring
If they don't put up a fight, they aren't worth it. Besides, a stomping will take more time, time we could be using gloating and taunting that chicken!
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>>1810207
>>1810279
>Roll 1d20+1 best of 3
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>>1810382
Rawr XD
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>>1810440
LOL
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>>1810440
>>1810382
Dice.exe apparently broke
attempt 2
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Rolled 13 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1810382
Retardation confirmed, time to off myself
3rd time lucky, right?
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Rolled 9 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1810382
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Rolled 6 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1810489
>Third time lucky
>Rolls 13
This bodes well
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>>1810207
You let out a guttural roar, they aren’t scared off the stage, but they are firmly rooted to the ground, paralyzed in fear. Now you just need to finish these fools off.

>Do something flashy (Write in)
>Just finish them already (Write in)
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>>1810585
Pick the last two dudes up and smash them together repeatedly like you're one of those possessed cymbal monkeys.
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>>1810585
>>1810683
Supporting
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>>1810585
They can barely think about moving as you get in close and grab each in one claw and slamming them together with a hearty thud. You slam them together a few more times for good measure and when they are firmly out of it you throw them off your stage, letting out a victorious roar. The boos and hisses meld with some cheers as you prove you are no good guy with that brutal performance.

“And the winner is the one, the only! SMASH KING!” The noise from the crowd somehow increases as your victory is official. You laugh maniacally and send fire into the air in triumph.

Soon after you are led off the stage and backstage, and boy did Jolene look upset.

“You,” she barks at a nearby guard “get Craw-Daddy, Hamma, Bamma, and Flare to the medical wing, and you,” she points her tiny toad fingers at you “in my office, now!”

Whelp hopefully you don’t get kicked out. Well even if you are you can always just crash another match, not like any of these loser’s could stop grade A final boss material like you. You are led to Jolene’s office to find out your fate.

>Session end

Will pick up tomorrow around 2pm EST
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>>1810808
Thanks for running!
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thanks for running
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>>1810808
“So mister Smash King, care to explain why I shouldn’t have you thrown off this island?” It probably wouldn’t hurt and you could honestly probably stop anyone here from trying something so disrespectful.

“It was taking too long to go up through the ranks lady,” you still can barely remember this toads name, probably some kind of pun, “you think the crowd would be interested in me stomping weaklings all day?”

The toad pushes her glasses up. “That is a valid point, ratings would probably sink if you just kept trouncing some of the minor league fighters,” you scoffed at the implication they were ‘fighters’ “but if you wanted to get a higher ranking you should have come to me about it.” She sighs in annoyance before going behind her desk and typing on her computer. “You are now rank 5 in the league, just… if you have to crash a match make sure it is planned with me before hand.”

“Sorry lady, no amount of planning can make my entrances any less inconvenient! GRAHAHAHAHA!”

Toadie just pushes up her glasses slightly and smirks. “It’s always good to see fighters never break character, newbies these days don’t get the theatrics of being a good fighter.”

Character?

>”I’ll have you know I am not acting, I am always this AWESOME!”
>”I’m not some hack you toad, I am the real deal 100% bad guy!”
>Write in
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>>1813608
Today might be a shorter session, I forgot it was my birthday and I am being bothered to do something special today.
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>>1813608
>>”I’ll have you know I am not acting, I am always this AWESOME!”
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>>1813608
Acting? Character? “I’ll have you know I am not acting, I am always this AWESOME!”

“Sure sure, of course you are, anyway talk to the guard outside and he will take you to the major league locker room, where you can continue your fights.” She readjusts her glasses. “There has been some hype from the little scuffle you had with the champ before you came into the league. Normally we wouldn’t tolerate fighters fighting outside of the ring, but you weren’t a member of our federation yet and it has gotten the ratings up. Just don’t let it happen again.”

You have no idea why she was mentioning it now if you were already off the hook, but-

“You are treading on thin ice King, if you break our rules one more time, you are out. And no amount of ratings will change my mind on that.” You scoff it’s not like you did anything wrong. You were royalty, you could do whatever whenever you want.

“With that good luck in your coming matches. My brother has taken an interest in fighting you, and while you may not have had much trouble with the other ranks I can assure you Rank 2, 1 and the champ are no pushovers, each of them could easily take the champ title.”

Like the champion title meant anything to you, you had far more impressive bestowed upon yourself, what was one more. You just wanted to roast some chicken. With her spiel being done you leave her office and are escorted to your new locker room. It was nowhere near as good as your royal chambers, but it was a step up from the dump you hung out in before. It had roughly the same amount of fools basking in your glory, probably jealous of how you got to skip through all the ranks.

>Go to the terminal and register a fight
>Harass some of the other fighters
>Write in
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>>1813715
shits come up for my birthday, gonna have to stop here, will be back next Friday.
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>>1813954
Archive:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1806327/
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>>1813715
>Go to the terminal and register a fight




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