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“Uncle Ryu?”

Ryu glanced from the treadmill to see Little Mac standing next to him.

“What’s up, kid?”

“I wanna arm wrestle.”

Ryu stepped off the treadmill. “Come again?”

“I wanna arm wrestle you.”

Ryu crossed his arms to make his muscles look bigger. Little Mac didn’t blink. Ryu chuckled. “Alright, pull up a table.”

Ryu sat nonchalantly in a chair facing his competition. He put an arm on the table, not really paying attention.

“3, 2, 1, go-“

Little Mac slapped Ryu’s arm on the table instantly. Ryu stopped short.

“Ok, do-over, I wasn’t ready.”

Ryu sat up straight, counting down again, with the same immediate result. He picked up a hand towel, mumbling something about his hands being sweaty.

“Ok, now I’m ready. 3, 2, 1-“

Little Mac easily won again. Ryu pressed his lips together impatiently.

“One more time.”

Little Mac sat back in his chair. “Pay me.”

“Excuse me?”

Little Mac slid a jar with the title “Arm Wrestle Little Mac (3.00)” toward Ryu. “You gotta pay to play.”

Ryu gave him the meanest I Am Your Elder And You Respect Me glare he could. Little Mac sucked his teeth and started to get up.

“Sit down!”

Mac sat down promptly, an expectant look in his eyes. Ryu grunted and slipped nine dollars into the jar. Mac grinned and put his arm back on the table.

-

“What are you doing?” Samus asked a little while later.

“Uncle Ryu keeps trying to arm wrestle me, but I’ve beat him six times in a row.”

A slap on the table and a frustrated yell from Ryu.

“Seven.”

Samus half pushed Ryu out of his chair. “Alright, let me settle this.” She fished three dollars from her pocket and linked arms with Mac.

“3, 2, 1-“

Mac slapped her hand on the table instantly as well. She was quiet for a second, then chuckled.

“Guess you’re just that good. You wanna make some real money?”

Mac nodded, trying to hide his excitement.

“Hey, Incineroar!” She called.

Imcineroar strolled in, cool as can be. She flexed, as usual.

“Mac’s arm wrestlin’ people for money. You wanna try to beat him?”

Incineroar scoffed, as if it was so far beneath her, but she slid into the seat anyways, doling out the three dollars.

“3, 2, 1-“

Incineroar kept Mac’s hand in the middle for half a second, then was slapped down on the table. Again. There was a dead silence.

“I’m gonna be honest, even I didn’t think I was gonna win that one.” Mac said, a hint of breathlessness in his voice. “Keep ‘em coming!”

And everyone lined up to try to win against Mac; some were trying, some were trying to cheat, and some just did it because everyone else was doing it. He was beating everyone in Smash Lobby.

Well, almost everyone.

“Hiya, Mac!”

Mac looked around to see who was talking, to find Isabelle trying to climb into the seat opposite him.

“Oh, hey, Izzy. You need some help there?”

“Nope! I’ve got it!” She said, still struggling to pull herself up. Finally, he just picked her up and set her down.

“Thank you! Now where was I? Oh, yeah! I wanna go next!” She patted her paws on the table cheerily, dropping some bells in the overflowing jar.

“Alright! Count us down.”

As they linked arms, Isabelle’s sweet and caring face switched into an unbeatable determination he never saw before.

“3! 2! 1!”

Isabelle and Mac strained against each other, both nearing the table multiple times. And just when Mac almost had her paw down…

“RRRRRRRAGH!”

She slammed his arm down with amazing new strength, and everyone cheered, including Mac.

“THAT WAS INCREDIBLE! WHAT A COMEBACK! I KNEW SHE COULD DO IT ALL ALONG!” They chattered, patting her on the back and giving her high fives.

Everyone ran out of the room with Isabelle on their shoulders, leaving two.

“You gotta admit, that was pretty cool.” Samus said, nudging Ryu.

He sighed tiredly, rubbing his temples. “Of course. Of course! Why not. Sure. Fine.”

She shrugged off a grin. “Guess you just gotta keep training.”

She strolled away, laughing and cheering for Isabelle.