Villager's Smash-Out!! PROLOGUE

"SMASH WOMEN'S BOXING FEDERATION, A COLLABORATION WITH THE WVBA/CRAFTED BY THE ONLY PRINCESS THAT MATTERS/WILL BEGIN A WEEK FROM NOW/SIGN YOUR NAME ON FORM BELOW TO ENTER"

The green-clad Villager overlooked the flyer, eager with anticipation for the day's events. As it turns out, it actually HAS been a week since that flyer came out, and our protaganist just so happens to have a boxing match; her first ever.

"I've tried to do as much training as I can...I hope I'm ready!" she thought to herself as she slapped a red pair of boxing gloves onto her taped hands. She was a mayor once; but for now, she's a boxer.

She walked down the ramp to a roar of cheers. As she waved with her red gloves, she slipped into the ring and was directed into her corner by the oddly silent referee with a weird green cap on. All she had to do was wait...

And there her opponent was, and...what the heck is that thing? It's like a weird...white and green...puppet object. Behind it was a woman in white carrying a purse with her. The Villager thought for a while and realized:

"That's that Pokemon girl, Diantha! She's a champion or something, right? Is that HER weird white and green puppet thing?"

No time for thinking, however; the Gardevoir slipped in the ring and its trainer took her corner.

The women waited in their corners; the arena lights went dark, a mysterious voice began.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO SMASH BOX!"

A spotlight suddenly shined on the Villager, as she smiled menacingly.

"IN THIS CORNER, WEIGHING IN AT 110 POUNDS: THE MAYOR OF SMASHVILLE, VILLAGERRRRRR!"

Once again, the crowd cheered, and the Villager still reveled in her applause.

"AND IN THE OPPOSITE CORNER, WEIGHING IN AT 106 POUNDS: THE KALOS REGION'S CHAMPION POKEMON, GAAAARDEVOIRRRRRRRR!"

The crowd continued to show its approval as the Gardevoir pounded its gloves together, and said one word that meant shit was about to get real:

"Gardevoir."

The ref called them to the ring. The Villager, attempting to be polite, extended her fist for the Gardevoir to touch, but it simply stared and gave her a look of disgust.

The referee wasn't much for words, but the rules were simple: Three rounds, three minutes. The count stops when someone's knocked down. They were told to go back to their corners and to wait for the bell to ring.

After about 30 seconds, the "DING!" finally sounded, and the fight began.

The Villager WANTED to slowly approach, but Gardevoir was faster than she thought. Before she knew it, the Pokemon was already in her space and was jabbing her aggresively. The Villager lifted her gloves to her face as quickly as she could and Gardevoir instantly prepared to throw a body blow. The Villager picked up on the Gardevoir's fast reaction time and side stepped while throwing a vengeful one-two punch of her own.

The Villager kept moving: she had to if she didn't want to get a face full of Poke-Fist. The Gardevoir wasn't too wise; the Villager was able to circle her for quite a while and the Gardevoir was only blocking and throwing weak punches.

"GARDEVOIR, STOP SCREWING AROUND AND THROW A HOOK!" yelled her trainer.

And before the Villager knew it, a powerful punch landed right into her jaw and she staggered backward. That was Gardevoir's trainer yelling commands!

"USE A COMBINATION AND KNOCK HER DOWN!" Diantha yelled once more.

The Villager raised her hands up to defend but Gardevoir decided to throw two hooks to the ribs; the Villager was defenseless as the Gardevoir threw a straight right fist into her nose, before knocking her off her feet with a left-handed uppercut.

The referee began to count; he still spoke no words, only lifting his fingers, but the crowd was loud enough for him.

"ONE! TWO! THREE!"

The Villager got up from off her back and slowly stood up; she got up as the crowd finished shouting "FIVE!" The ref gave her a look, as if to ask if she could continue. "Yeah, I'm fine." she responded. The referee nodded and continued the fight.

The Villager decided to take the fight to the Gardevoir, and was successful for a few seconds; she got some hits in, but the bell rang for her to go to her corner.

The Villager wasn't shaken by her knockdown; she was tough! That's why she didn't bring a second; her face stings, and fortunately, she's a bit of a masochist. She's only more motivated to fight now. Maybe not even to fight...to KILL.

"That stupid pokemon is done for this round...I'm gonna END her." the Villager promised to herself.

The bell rang once again. DING DING DING!

The Villager was just as eager as Gardevoir was now. While the Gardevoir started with a left straight punch, the Villager quickly ducked and pounded the Gardevoir right in its stomach...or at least what looked like its stomach, pokemon biology is weird.

Regardless, that did the trick, as Gardevoir gasped for air. The Villager followed up with vicious hooks, knocking the Gardevoir's head side-to-side. It seemed that there was a lot more power in her punches than there was in the first round...

"GARDEVOIR, SNAP OUT OF IT!" yelled her trainer, but it was too late to hear her; Gardevoir was in a completely different place. The Villager admired and spectated her foe, and she raised her hand in the air. The crowd chanted her name.

"VILLAGER! VILLAGER! VILLAGER! VILLAGER!"

She strutted up to the Gardevoir, gloves on her hips before she prepped her fist for a powerful uppercut from her right hand...she waited...and released it!

Gardevoir had some spit and blood spew from its mouth that landed onto the Villager's dress, as the Gardevoir itself landed on the canvas.

Diantha yelled from her corner. "WHAT? NO! GARDEVOIR, GET UP!!"

The crowd counted as the ref lifted his hands.

"ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!"

"Is it happening...? Did I--"

"FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT!"

"I...I did it! She's out!"

"NINE!"

The Gardevoir slowly got up, but once again fell onto the mat!

"TEN!"

The referee motioned for the fight to end as the Villager did an excited victory dance while throwing her fists into the air. The referee had no problem holding her hand up in the air.

"YOUR WINNER, BY KNOCKOUT FIFTEEN SECONDS INTO THE SECOND ROUND, VILLAGER!"

The crowd cheered and whistled for the brunette girl, as she happily left the ring and did a victory skip to the backstage of the boxing arena.
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"I did it! IdiditIdiditIdiditIdiditIdidit!" was the basic thought process of the Villager for the next five minutes as she took off her gloves, unwrapped her hands, and continued her victory dance before she was finally interrupted by someone.

"Hey! You! Villager lady!"

As the girl turned around, she stared at a shady-looking man. Wrapped up with a pink sweatshirt and matching sweatpants with black sneakers, his eyes covered by the hoodie draped over his head. Only one man is known for such pinkness--okay, barring Kirby.

"Are you...Little Mac?" she asked.

He flipped up his hoodie. "The Little is unnecessary, but...I guess that's what everyone calls me."

She ran up to him. "Wow, I've heard so much about you!" she started, smiling wide. "You're like the best boxer who ever lived!"

Mac smiled. "Well, I don't plan on dying anytime soon, so I think I'm keeping that title, in and out of Smash."

Suddenly, Villager blushed and looked away, her smile fading. "But why'd you call out little ol' me? Is there something you wanted...?"

"Well, kinda. There's something I'd like to ask you. How would you like for me to be your coach? You still want to compete in this competition, right?"

The Villager's eyes lit up. "R-Really?!"

He shrugged. "Hey, it beats being unable to recover when you throw a punch that overextends the stage and sends you plummeting to your doom. Plus, I want to give the gift that Doc Louis gave me to other people. It's only fair."

The Villager ran over and embraced Little Mac in a big hug. "Thank you so much, Mr. Mac! I'll try and be the best protegee of all time, I promise! You don't know how much this means and..."

The Villager realized that she was nearly as tall as Mac. "Wow, you really ARE short."

Little Mac, attempting to not punch his new apprentice square in the jaw, broke up the hug. "Just. Don't. Anyways, I've got to go; since we're in the Smash competition, you'll see me again. Then we'll do some training."

He walked away as the Villager wandered home with dreams of championships and victories in her head.

And thus began the Villager's journey For Glory.