SSB: Grudge Match (for Super Kami Guru)
 

“Mama-mia!” An Italian, mustached plumber stared on with wonder, hands gripping his red cap which bore a pair of it’s own eyes fixed to the screen alongside fellow fighters, like a two-legged Fox in military get-up, a yellow rat with a lightning-bolt shaped tail, and a gallery of other fighters all gathered in suspension for the same event. “She’sa gonna do it!” Mario exclaimed excitedly, though his feet nervously pattered against the floor. On the big-screen, coming down to the wire, a legendary huntress in orange, robotic armor was on her way to accomplishing a new high-score in Cruel Smash - all it’d take was topping Bayonetta’s thirty. Twenty-four. Twenty-five. Twenty-six. The Mii Brawlers, Swordsmen and Gunners were dropping like flies, and the big number approached.

...just then, a stray brawler thought to be K.O.’d grabbed the foot of Samus’ armor. With a single pull, they managed to toppled the huntress to the ground. The Mii’s swarmed in on her fast, and though she was able to knock out just a few more in her struggle - twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine!... the viewers had to sigh in collective disappointment as the announcer declared, ”FAILURE.” with Samus’ fleeting figure disappearing from the screen.

“Pikaaa!” Pikachu whined, running forward to the lobby doors as they threw open, the defeated Samus stepping out with smoke still borrowing from her armor. Her helmet was off, showing her grizzled and otherwise exhausted face as she walked out. Pikachu latched to her leg, but Samus merely ignored them, walking in and having a seat on the nearest bench while letting her helmet drop next to her. Mario was quick to come to her side.

“Aw, don’t’a feel so bad! You’ll get them… ‘a next time!” He nodded, and Samus rolled her eyes. “I know I will.” She muttered. Then, after a pause, she tried standing up. “Now.” She decided, but Mario quickly hopped up and grabbed onto her arm cannon. “Whoa! Hold on, ‘a’Samus, you need to'a rest first…!” He suggested, but Samus easily shrugged him off. “What I need is to win.” She grumbled.

Nearby stood Palutena, who had watched the bounty hunters battle. She was amused by the others. She didn't see how getting such a high number could be anything impressive, but then again these were mortals. They were easily impressed.

Upon seeing Samus's weary form drop to a nearby bench, the others swarmed her, reassuring her that she thought as hard as she could, filling her with praise. It practically made Palutena's stomach churn. She hated seeing mortals heads filled with praise and sing about having great worth. It made her, a goddess, feel less important for it. Nobody other than a god should receive that amount of praise. And Palutena thought she'd remind Samus as well as the others of their place: beneath a goddess.

She sauntered over to them, swing her hips with her. Her white dress did little to hide her curvy figure, especially her wide hips and large behind. Her bubbly bottom bounced with each step she took, and the way her dress was split at the side meant that with each sway of her hips almost caused her booty to pop out.

Palutena came to a stop near Samus and struck a pose, cocking her hip to the side much like Bayonetta (one of the few mortals she did respect). She waited a moment to let the others drink in her presence.

"My Samus, what a stellar performance you put on out there," Palutena said. "It was worthy of the gods even! You know, for a mortal such as your self."

(I think you started it out well and don't worry about making the posts too short. I hope mine are long enough. How was that?)

“Ah, ah, ah!” Mario stepped back and crossed his arms, giant nose turned up in the air. He didn’t carry much of a threatening aura in his tiny body, so Samus, having been let go, merely turned her back on him… right into an awaiting goddess.

Taking a step back in surprise, Samus jolted with surprise, but sighed in relief upon seeing who was here. Oh joy. Her favorite. Mario was much more enthusiastic; taking his cap off, he saluted Palutena with a friendly “Why, a’hello to you, Palutena!” Positive plumber that he was, he didn’t see the backhanded insult slipped into the goddess’ introduction… but Samus certainly didn’t miss it.

“...” Squinting back at Palutena, Samus felt her anger rising. A few nasty words grew on the tip of her tongue; but Mario was right there, and she was sure that poor man hadn’t heard a swear in his life. So thinking better of it, Samus instead just muttered “...I’m flattered.” and walked right on past, though not without ‘unintentionally’ brushing her massive shoulderplates against Palutena’s arm. A few steps out, and she stopped.

She couldn’t help herself. “I guess it would’ve been more befitting of a god if I had been kidnapped, and needed a little boy to come save me, right?” Samus turned her head.

Palutena smiled down at the plumber. As ridiculous and silly as others treated him, she knew he wasn't one to be tempered with. Still, even the mighty Mario knew better than to back talk to a god. But for the most part Palutena ignored him. Today her focus was on Samus.

Being bumped by Samus was insulting enough, but then her snide comment pushed Palutena over the edge. How dare this mortal speak to her this way! She couldn't let it slide. She would really need to remind this mortal of her place.

Palutena's face grew red at Samus's insult. The goddess was going to inform her of how the situation was different then. Too complicated for a mortal to understand. But her anger wouldn't allow her to retaliate with mere words, she would need action to talk for her.

She hurried after the bounty hunter and stood in front of her, blocking her path. "How dare you speak to me that way." Palutena said, her voice low but overspilling with spite. "Only beings who have proven themselves could ever risk insulting a goddess in such a manner. And you, have yet to proven yourself." A smile glimpsed her face. "Well, we could say that fight back there certainly proved something."

Phew, Samus thought, That felt good. She'd deal with whatever Mario had to say about it, later. For now, the mustached man flinched, "D'oh!" and readorned his cap, hands quickly rising up to assure Palutena that Samus was just grouchy, no need to get on her case about-

Too late. Samus stopped again, this time more ready for Palutena than before, her eyes cutting back into the goddess's emerald green eyes. Her metallic gloves balled into fists. Taking a soft, deep breath, she reminded herself where she was... not on the battlefield, and so pummeling this woman in front of her was not technically allowed yet.

If she could get her on the Battlefield, on the other hand... no, no, Samus reminded herself, Cruel Smash first, beating goddess ass later. At least, that was the plan... until her last comment pushed Samus just an inch over the line.

Her eyes opened. "One. Below. The highscore." Samus grumbled, "You couldn't beat a Mii, let alone me." Leaning in, Samus put mere inches between her and Palutena's nose before almost whispering "Until you prove it, I think I just became a nonbeliever." Then, taking another step back, she glared into Palutena's eyes, not even blinking.

"Oh boy." Mario muttered, tucking a whimpering Pikachu underneath his arm. A green warp pipe appeared beneath his feet, and he helped himself inside. "Time to'a go."

Palutena leaned back, slightly taken aback by Samus's statement. She hardly noticed when Mario and Pikachu left the room. But then again she didn't really notice when they were in the room much either.

"Of course I could win a fight against a mii. I certainly know it would put up more of a fight then you could." Palutena replied. No longer was she trying to put Samus in her place or remind the mortals of theirs; now she simply wanted to see Samus fall. "I could take you on, any time any place." Palutena added. She had full confidence in her words.

Hard as it may have proved to do, Palutena’s threat actually made Samus pause. Not out of fear, though, but out of opportunity. Of course, she wanted to head right back into Cruel Smash and break that record for good… but Mario was right. She could use a little rest. And for her, the definition of a ‘rest’ was to beat the snot out of a much less intimidating opponent. Still, she played the long con. “Really? You want a one-on-one with me?” Samus skeptically asked, throwing extra superiority into her final sentence to try and gode Palutena onto her further. “Like that’d be worth the two minutes it’d take.”

Kicking back, though, Samus crossed her arms. “Unless you’re willing to make it interesting.” She shrugged, “some kind of bet, I mean…” She thought on it for a minute, then perched her eyebrow up. “Perfect. You’re so set on goddesses telling humans what to do, so why don’t you prove it? If you beat me, I’ll do anything you want.” Samus opened her arms out to show she wasn’t kidding for even a second. “But if I win, I get full domain over you. And I’m telling you right now, if I win, you can bet I’m going to spank your fat ass.”

All cards on the table! “Final destination. No items. Two stocks. Deal?” She offered, not really expecting Palutena to take her offer - though spanking the big-butted diety would be a dream come true, it was really just to call her bluff.

Palutena's eyes narrowed. She didn't care for the way Samus spoke to her, or the cost of losing this deal she made, by she was after All a goddess so she should win no matter what. How could Samus possibly best her.

"Deal." The goddess said. She made no show of shaking Samus's hand, not wanting to put herself in a mortals level.

In truth she didn't want to fight Samus at all. Despite herself, Palutena was a top fighter. Her godhood got her most places, not her fighting skill. But there was too much at stake for her to lose. So she wouldn't! Pretty simple in her mind. 'How could Samus find fighting so hard?' Palutena thought. Although Samus's 'fat ass' comment managed to get under her skin, she choose to leave it. She'd make Samus pay for it after the fight. She already had ideas of what she would do with the bounty hunter.

Ahh, that look on Palutena’s face. That ‘fat ass’ comment definitely got her. Satisfied, Samus was ready to move on again, more than ready to skip the inevitable ‘I don’t have to prove anything to you!’ excuse in favor of another round with the Mii Fighters… so she was briefly caught off-guard by an actual answer.

Samus’ head slid back. Really? She wouldn’t argue. Her head tilting at first, just to be certain of Palutena’s sincerity, Samus’ lips grew to a rare smirk. “Perfect.” She muttered. With a ‘CLUNK,’ she dropped her helmet to the ground and snuck her fingers into the crevice of her suit, flicking a latch inside and moving her fingers over a concealed scanner. With a ‘beep!’ and a ‘whirrr,’ Samus’ armor dislodged straight from her body.

Falling to pieces around her, each and every chunk of Samus’ suit fell to the ground until she was left standing in a pair of jet boots and a skintight, bright blue Zero Suit. One that showed off her every curve and feature, including her well-toned arms and fiercely built legs. Of course, it also released her bouncy bust and let her ample bottom jiggle with freedom as it’s piece of the armor fell to the floor.

Samus was ready. “Don’t keep me waiting, then.” She scoffed, then turning around and heading towards the first portal to Final Destination.

She was still fuming over Samus's 'fat ass ' comment, the heat of anger rising to her face. Although, as Samus turned to walk away Palutena's eyes did linger for a moment too long, momentarily forgetting her anger towards Samus in appreciation of the bounty hunters assests. But when she turned the corner Palutena snapped out of it and headed down an opposite hallway to meet her opponent on the battlefield. Even as she walked away, Palutena's mind was still wandering over Samus's jiggling mounds. But she tried to snap herself out of this.

"Come on Palutena, focus! Rosy has a better one anyways." The goddess said under her breathe.