Polygon Man's POV:

Never in a million years would I have imagined that my brethren and I would be in the predicament that we are in now; A laughing stock among the community that we swore domination over. The PlayStation All Stars are who we are. Kings and queens of the greatest gaming brand of all time. And yet, we've been forced to lick the boots of our competitor ever since we've attempted to beat them at their own game.

It's been eight years since I started the project with a solid foundation. We would take their formula, but do it BETTER. Nintendo and their irritating Smash Brothers competition would be taken care of for good. But once I announced my plan to the world, something unexpected happened. The world turned against us. People seemed to have forgotten the love they had for us, and branded us as imposters, copycats, cowards, wannabees, losers, rejects, and worst of all… failures. The PlayStation brand and everything we had accomplished as individuals, was looked at as a JOKE compared to our rivals.

Despite the backlash, I proceeded to fund the Battle Royale tournament in faith of a miracle. That was all we could hope for at that point. But like many lessons in life, one must eventually learn that miracles tend to not manifest when it is needed the most. Instead, it leaves the desirer cold and gray, and that is what we were for so long. Believe me, I tried to make my adored creation endure, even when ticket sales were no longer profitable. I kept the tournament going for years, in support of the few noble souls that were loyal to my brand. However, the final nail in the coffin was when the fifth season of the Smash Brothers tournament was announced by Master Hand.

After that, there was nothing but dead silence in my stadiums that used to have fans. No energy left in my warriors that used to have passion for what they did. And perhaps the most devastating feat: Not a single dime was made in the following year after Smash Brothers Ultimate was announced. We collectively agreed that the night of December 7, 2018, was the night that we had been defeated. Though… perhaps one could argue that defeat was bestowed upon us the moment I announced my plan to the world.

In the year of 2019, I filed for bankruptcy and the Battle Royale tournament had officially closed its doors. I had no funds to support the palace that my fighters used as an abode. No funds to support the stages or PlayStation landmarks that once possessed life within them. Our world… the world of PlayStation, had been rung out like a wet towel. My warriors had begun talk of going their separate ways; back to their own worlds. Though I refuse to tell any of them out of pride, my greatest fear was not losing what I had created. My greatest fear was losing what I had become apart of. These beings that I previously harbored jealousy for, had become the family that I never had. I REFUSED to let them walk away. So I performed the only selfless act that I ever did in my entire existence… I had a meeting with Master Hand.

I talked to the overseer of the very organization that I hated more than what the mind could comprehend. ...And I asked him for support. I forced myself to beg from the hand that I once tried to chop off. I did it for the sake of my family.

Master Hand's POV:

Was I surprised when Polygon Man asked for my help? Well, no. Why would I be? What emotion should I have for that matter? Should I be happy that my long time rival has surrendered himself? Or should I feel sympathy for him and his pupils, knowing that they have nowhere else to go? It all depends on how I choose to approach the subject. I wish I could have gave Polygon Man that advice before he started Battle Royale.

See, Super Smash Brothers is much more sophisticated than what that man believed. He thought that if he simply used a copy and paste method for his own tournament, then that would garner him the success that we have worked so hard for. That is where he made his mistake. He forgot one crucial ingredient to my recipe. Until he can figure out what that ingredient is, he will never share in the success that my competition has had for years and years to come. No one will for that matter.

Do not think of what I have done as treacherous or even prideful for that matter. I've decided to help my rival so that he may see what separates us as deities; I am motivated by the pursuit of greatness, while Polygon Man is motivated by the pursuit of dominance. To some, the two words may seem identical, and they are to an extent, except for one thing that makes them different enough. I hope, that by the time Polygon Man and his children have composed themselves, he will be able to decipher what that difference is. It is the key to future success.

Of course, I could've denied his request, and let him and what he had done fade into obscurity… but I see a glimmer of light in his being. While he and his children are visitors to my world, I hope that light decides to shine forth from within him. For anyone, like Polygon Man, who I see a potential future in, no matter what ill feelings they may harbor, I am always willing to lend a hand.

I'm just a guy that wants to see more Smash Bros and All Stars crossovers. There hasn't been one in a while, so I'm deciding to do my own. Not much of a specific plot to the story, It'll probablly be comprised of one-shot type chapters. I'm making it up as I go along. This is just the prologue chapter, so things will kick off in the next. Hope y'all enjoy it.