CHAPTER 1:

ETERNAL RIVALRY

EXT. RICHIE’S HOUSE-AFTERNOON

Dirk (narration): The thrill of the fight! Man it just gets my blood racing!

(The scene opens to two young men fist fighting in the backyard of a house. One of the men is built like a championship boxer. He has light brown hair, cut short. He is wearing a bright red gi and a black belt around his waist. His name is Dirk and he is the main character of this tale. The other fighter is shirtless, wearing gray sweatpants and is wearing sunglasses. Funny enough, he is sporting a mullet. He has a goatee and scraggly chin hair. His name is Richie. Richie seems to be the weaker of the two and is struggling to fight back against Dirk.)

Richie: Take it easy, man!

(Richie puts up his arms to block Dirk’s kick. His arms get knocked aside and Dirk punches him in the face. Richie falls to the ground.)

Dirk: Get up, Richie! You’re fine and you know it!

Richie: Nope, I think I might be dying. You hit me pretty hard, you know.

Dirk: Haha! Get up!

(Dirk puts out his hand and helps Richie up. Richie hurries over to the nearby tree and slumps down next to it. He picks up a beer, lying

on the ground and chugs it down. Dirk looks over at the pile of empty beer bottles on the ground.)

Dirk: You have a real problem, man.

(Richie throws the, now empty, beer bottle over with the rest of them.)

Richie: So, do you. You’re addicted to fighting.

(Richie hiccups.)

Richie: They’re both probably going to get us killed.

(Dirk sighs.)

Dirk: There’s no reasoning with you, is there.

(Dirk sits down next to Richie, puts his hands behind his head and closes his eyes. Richie hiccups.)

Richie: Nope.

(They sit for a moment, in silence.)

Richie: So, when’s that tournament start?

Dirk: I leave in a week. You know I wish you would go.

Richie: I ain’t got the money.

Dirk: That’s how you afford all this beer, huh?!

Richie: …What was the question, again?

Dirk: You’re drunk.

Richie: Haha, penguins. They’re so fat.

Dirk: I’m out.

(Dirk gets up and leaves.)

INT. VICKSBURG

(Dirk is walking down the road, with his hands in his pocket.)

Dirk(narration): I can’t really stay mad at Richie. He might be an airhead, but he’s the only friend I’ve ever had.

EXT. VICKSBURG-MORNING-14 years prior

(A seven year old Dirk is sitting in the back of an old Buick. He looks out his window to see a small southern town. His parents are sitting at the front of the vehicle, with his father driving. His mother reaches back and ruffles his hair. They drive through the town and reach a road leading into the woods. They eventually come upon a small cabin. The vehicle comes to a stop and they get out. Dirk’s mother opens up the door and helps him out of his car seat. She sets him on the ground and takes a hold of his hand.)

Dirk(narration): We had lived up north in Pennsylvania. But, my dad lost his job, so we had to move down south to live with my grandparents.

(Dirk and his mother walk toward the house.)

Mother: This is going to be our new home, Dirk!

(They walk up to the door and his father knocks. Two old hillbilly types open the door, to greet them.)

Grandfather: Well, howdy there strangers!

Dirk(narration): I was in hillbilly hell.

INT. DIRK’S HOME

(Dirk’s grandmother is pinching his cheeks and speaking to him as if he were a baby.)

Grandmother: Ooh! You’re so precious; you’re just as cute as a button!

Dirk(narration): She meant well, but damn if I she didn’t annoy the living shit out of me. But, they weren’t the worst part about it.

EXT. VICKSBURG ELEMENTARY

(Dirk is standing at the sidewalk of his elementary school. He is looking up at the school, as if waiting for something to happen. The other kids walk right by him, without taking notice. He eventually walks up the steps and enters his classroom. He sits down in an empty seat

and looks around at the other students. The teacher walks in and the classroom settles down.)

Teacher: Hello class! My name is Miss Stacey! Looks like we have quite the “crad” in here!

Dirk(narration): What the hell is a crad?!

Miss Stacey: I’d like each of y’all to go take turns telling e’rebody your names and a wee bit about yourself!

Dirk(narration): I wanted to participate, but I didn’t know even know what the hell she was saying!

(Dirk watches the other students and realizes what he’s supposed to do. It’s now time for Dirk to take his turn. He, nervously, stands up.)

Dirk: H-hi. My name is Dirk Mancini. I like to draw and go for wualks.

Student: Whatcha like to do?

Dirk: Huh? Uh, I like to go for wualks?

Student: Oh, he means wowlks!

(The other students laugh at the way Dirk pronounces the work walk.)

Miss Stacey: Awlright, class! That’s enough! It’s nice to meet you, Dirk!

Edited March 19, 201213 yr by Ertyx

CHAPTER 2:

 

 

EXT. VICKSBURG ELEMENTARY-AFTERNOON

 

(The kids are all running around outside, sitting and talking, playing kickball, etc. Except for Dirk. He’s just sitting next to the building, staring at the other students. Miss

Stacey walks by and sees Dirk, sitting alone.)

Miss Stacey: Hey, shug, why ain’t you playing wit’ the other keeids?

 

Dirk: Ummm…

 

Miss Stacey: You like to play keeickball?

 

(Dirk looks away from Miss Stacey, in embarrassment. Miss Stacey walks away, leaving Dirk to himself. Dirk looks over at a nearby group of older kids. One of the kids looks over at Dirk.)

Older child: Hey! Whatchu lookin’ at?!

 

(Dirk looks on, in fear, as the kids hurry over.)

Older child: I said whatchu lookin’ at?!

 

Dirk: Uh, nothing…

 

Older child: So, I’m nuthin’ am I?!

 

(The child grabs Dirk’s collar, just in time for the bell to ring. Miss Stacey begins calling in all of the students. The child lets go of Dirk’s collar.)

Older child: You’ lucky keeid!

 

(The other students hurry in to the school. Dirk slowly gets up and follows.)

EXT. VICKSBURG ELEMENTARY-AFTERNOON

 

(Dirk is walking home from the school, when the older children, from recess, come running up from behind.)

Older child: I’ll teach ya to gimme funny looks!

 

(Dirk tries to run, but one of the kids grabs his backpack and yanks him to the ground. The older children pin him to the ground and the lead child punches him in the eye. His eyebrow starts to bleed. The older child punches him in the stomach, so hard, that Dirk turns and pukes on one of the kid’s shoes.)

Child: Ugggghhh! He barfed all over my shoe!

 

(The child kicks Dirk in the face. Just as this happens a little boy, not much older than Dirk runs up and tackles one of the kids.)

Older child: What the?!

 

(The new child quickly gets up and punches the older child in the jaw, knocking him to the ground. The remaining children gang up on the new kid and knock him to the ground. He does a pretty good job of dealing with them for a moment, but eventually they overpower him with numbers. Dirk sits for a moment, confused. He quickly gets up and grabs one of the kids and throws him to the ground. He rears back his fist, clenches it, and the belts the kid across the face. In this moment, Dirk’s eyes widen to this new revelation; the thrill he gets from hitting the other children, from proving he’s stronger. He leaves the beaten child and swings his foot across another child’s face. That child falls to the ground and this allows the new kid, on Dirk’s side to get up and punch the resisting child in the back of the head. The bullies all get up and run away, in fear.)

Dirk: Thank you.

 

Kid: No problem. You’re pretty good at scrappin’!

 

Dirk: Uh, what’s scrappin’?

 

Kid: Well, I guess I should say scrapping, but it means fighting or brawling!

 

Dirk: I dunno, I neva fuwought befoy.

 

Kid: Hahahaha! You must be from up north! I am, too. But, I was real little when I moved here, so I don’t remember it that well. But, my parents have the accent, too, my accents kinda run together sometimes. My name’s Richie! What’s your name?

 

Dirk: My names Dirk!

 

(Richie sticks out his fist. Dirk looks at him confused.)

Richie: You just bump it with your fist! It’s a fist bump, it means we’re friends!

 

(Dirk smiles and bumps his fist.)

Richie: Nice to meet ya, Dirk!

CHAPTER 3:

 

 

INT. VICKSBURG-PRESENT

 

Dirk(narration): I eventually lost my accent, for the most part. But, more importantly Richie and I remained the best of friends.

 

(Dirk reaches his house, which happens to still be the same house he moved into all those years ago.)

Dirk(narration): He was there when my grandparents died, when my parents died, every time I got into a brawl. He was always there and I can’t thank him enough. But, I can’t deny, that he is a lazy ass drunk.

 

(Dirk lies down on his bed and stares up at the roof.)

Dirk(narration): As I got older I go into more and more fights.

 

(The scene flashes back to Dirk’s teenage years, showing the many brawls that he and Richie got themselves into.)

Dirk(narration): I can’t, honestly, say that I was the victim in these fights. Eventually, most of the fights I found myself in, I had started. I trained everyday and loved every second of it. When I was 15 I found out about an annual tournament in Tokyo. You had to be 21 to enter, but all the best fighters in the world would be there and they fight for the World Champion title. That…and a $3 million dollar prize. The owner of the tournament is some big shot rich guy, named Mr. Sabato. He had won some major lotteries like 5 times! Then he’d gamble the money and multiply his winnings. He liked to watch fighting matches, so he started the Tournament. If you qualify, he covers your hotel room, room service, and plane ride home. I got to say, it must be pretty nice to have that kind of money. I want to win this tournament; no I need to win this tournament. That money is our ticket. Our ticket to moving out of this hellhole and into a town worth living in. Might as well put my skills to good use! …Just one more week. I’ve never been more excited for anything in my life!

 

(Dirk falls asleep with a smile on his face.)

INT. DIRK’S HOME-DAWN

 

(Dirk is packing his suitcase, in preparation for his trip to Tokyo. He walks out of his house and breathes in the fresh air. He hops in his car and makes his way to the airport.)

INT. AIRPLANE OVER TOKYO

(Dirk looks out the window and admires the tournament stadium.)

Dirk(narration): I’m finally here! Time to show this world what I’m made of!

 

(The plane lands and Dirk exits the plane. He looks around and admires the scenery. He makes his way through the city, eventually reaching his hotel. He enters the hotel and makes his way to the front desk. The employee hands him a ear piece and microphone, similar to the one he is wearing. Dirk, hesitantly, puts it on.)

Hotel Employee: This device is a very high-tech piece of equipment that Mr. Sabato has invented. It automatically translates what you are saying into other languages. I am speaking to you in Japanese, but because we are both wearing these devices you hear me speaking to you in English.

 

Dirk: That’s amazing!

 

Hotel Employee: Yes, it is a very useful device! How may I help you, sir?

 

Dirk: Uh, I have a reservation for a room, under the name Dirk Mancini.

 

(The employee searches the system for Dirk Mancini and comes up with room 201.)

Hotel Employee: Ah! I see you are here for the tournament! The preliminaries will begin in 4 hours sir, at the stadium, sir. I wish you the best of luck!

 

Dirk: Thank you.

 

(Dirk takes the elevator up to his room. He enters room 201 and takes a look around. He sets the alarm for 3 hours later and lies down to take a nap. 3 hours later he wakes up and dresses up in his red gi, ready for the tournament. He walks over to the stadium and sees a mass crowd lined up outside. His eyes widen at all of the competitors.)

Dirk: There’s this many of them! Only 16 people are supposed to be allowed through and I have this much competition! No, I can’t have thoughts like that in my head! I’ve never lost a fight and I’m not about to start now!

 

(Dirk eventually reaches the front of the line. Everybody else appears to be wearing the same ear piece that Dirk was given.)

Committee Member: Name, please.

 

Dirk: Dirk Mancini.

 

Committee Member: Number 243.

(The referee hands Dirk a name tag with his name and number on it. Dirk peels it off and stamps it on his chest. He follows the line moving into the stadium. He reaches a room with 5 doors. Above the doors are signs that list: 1-50, 51-100, 101-150, 151-200, and 201-250. Dirk is sent into the last room along with the 49 combatants between 201 and 250.)

Loud Speaker: You will each be evaluated for your fighting abilities. For the first evaluation, each of you will be sent into the room one at a time! Inside there will be a punching bag! You will hit this bag as hard as you can and with whatever you want! The scoreboard will calculate how hard it was hit. These scores will be used to help decide who our 16 contestants will be. Good luck, to all of you!

 

(Dirk eventually gets his turn and is sent into the room. He sees multiple cameras along the walls. The punching bag is at the far end of the room, sitting next to a scoreboard. Dirk runs up to the punching bag and punches it as hard as he can. The bag hits the wall and the scoreboard begins calculating. The scoreboard eventually stops at 3734.)

Dirk: Is that good? What kind of scores is everyone else going to get?! Dammit!

I really like this~ The dialogue is great and the story itself is already pretty promising. keep it up!

I really like this~ The dialogue is great and the story itself is already pretty promising. keep it up!

 

thank you! Out of my three stories, i've posted on here, this is the hardest one for me to keep writing. The story definitely gets better, but i find the first few chapters to be boring, myself. it means a lot that you think the dialogue, is great, since that is always the hardest part for me!

wow thats good!

thank you! i haven't posted a chapter in a while, but i'll try to put one up soon!

CHAPTER 4:

 

 

Loud Speaker: Please exit through the door to your left. You will have to pass one more test, in order to enter into the tournament.

 

(Dirk looks over and sees the door. He walks over and opens it, entering a room filled with treadmills. He looks around to see many others, already using the treadmills. A random stranger walks up to Dirk.)

Stranger: Right this way, sir.

 

(Dirk follows the man over to an unused treadmill.)

Stranger: Please, step up on the treadmill and run for a half mile. You will be scored on how fast you can run it.

 

Dirk: (thinking) Shit, I suck at running!

 

Stranger: We will average your strength and speed score together and the top 16 scores will be entered into the tournament.

 

Dirk: (thinking) Okay, so I still have a chance! If I did well enough on the other test, it might make up for this!

 

(Dirk steps up on the treadmill and looks at the settings. He turns it on and sets it to a 6/10. He starts running. He smiles and moves it up to a 7. He quickly begins to sweat and moves it down to a 5. He then slowly moves it up to a 6, while still running. He tries to move it up to a 6.2. Then a 6.5, then 6.6, and then 6.7… He looks down at his time and distance. He has gone a quarter of a mile in 1:50.)

Dirk: (thinking) I have no clue if that’s good! I hardly ever run!

 

(It’s not bad; it averages out to about a 7:20 mile. Dirk continues to run, but slows down. He ends up with a 3:48. The scoreboard above him scores him with 2789.)

Dirk: Hey, buddy, is that a good score?

 

Stranger: That would depend on what scores everyone else gets, sir.

 

(Dirk becomes annoyed, not being able to gauge whether or not he did a good job.)

Stranger: You may leave the coliseum through that door, sir.

 

(The stranger gestures toward the door behind him.)

Stranger: The scores will be tallied and you may return tomorrow at noon to find out if you made the cut. If you end up being one of the 16 contestants, Mr. Sabato will pay for your stay, room service, and plane ride home. You will also be invited to a celebration party each night of your stay. I wish you the best of luck, sir.

 

(The stranger bows, as Dirk walks past him and exits the coliseum.)

INT. DIRK’S HOTEL ROOM

 

Dirk: This wait is killing me!

 

(Dirk picks up the remote and turns on the television. He quickly falls asleep, resting up before his big day.)

INT. SABATO’S COLISEUM-NOON

 

(The large crowd, from the day before, has now gathered within the actual stadium. Standing before them, is none other than Mr. Sabato himself. He appears to be a well-built man with a scar across his cheek. He has semi-long hair slicked off his face and is wearing a nice suit. He is also wearing a translating device on his ear.)

Mr. Sabato: Before I announce who our 16 contestants will be, I would like to take a moment to thank all of you for coming out here! You all came here because you believed in yourself. No matter what your reason, whether it was to prove yourself, maybe you made a bet with your friends, or you just wanted that prize money, you told yourself that you were willing to come out here and give it everything you had! I applaud all of you, for that! Now, I hold here in my hand a list of the 16 contestants! You were picked because your strength and speed, combined, outmatched everyone else, standing here today! I want you to step out from the crowd, if your name is called, and stand up here next to me!

 

(Mr. Sabato unfolds the list and looks at it.)

Mr. Sabato: Dirk Mancini!

 

(Dirk smiles and hurries out from the crowd, shaking Mr. Sabato’s hand once he gets up there.)

Mr. Sabato: Kaizo Ryuuga!

 

(An Asian man steps out from the crowd. He is fairly well built, but quite skinny. He is wearing black sweatpants, but no shoes, socks, or shirt. His hair is long and greasy. He appears depressed, despite being chosen to compete. He shakes Mr. Sabato’s hand.)

Mr. Sabato: Grace Swanson!

 

(A white girl steps out from the crowd. She has short dark hair and is quite skinny. She is wearing a green sleeveless shirt and camouflage-colored pants. She smiles, as she shakes Mr. Sabato’s hand.)

Mr. Sabato: Kiki Jones!

 

(A blonde white girl wearing a lot of pink and blue rushes out from the crowd.)

Kiki: Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! YAY!

 

(Grace looks at Kiki, in disgust, as she walks past her. Mr. Sabato goes to shake her hand, but Kiki wraps her arms around him and hugs him.)

Mr. Sabato: Erm, Lester Malone!

 

(A young buff white man steps out from the crowd. He is wearing sunglasses, a blue wife-beater, and black jeans. The older man, who was standing behind him, smirks. The man steps up next to the other contestants, but does not shake his hand.)

Mr. Sabato: Uh, Spike Thomas!

 

(A young thin white boy rushes out from the crowd and in the blink of an eye is standing next to Mr. Sabato. Mr. Sabato laughs and shakes his hand.)

Dirk: Shit, that kid’s fast!

 

Grace: I didn’t even see him leave the crowd!

 

Kiki: WOOOOOW!

 

Mr. Sabato: Pitbull!

 

(A large heavy set white man with a nose-ring slowly makes his way up to Mr. Sabato. The ground shakes, as he takes each of his steps. Pitbull shakes Mr. Sabato’s hand.)

Mr. Sabato: Max…the Awesome?

 

(A young white boy wearing Action Bastard’s costume, from Shin-Chan, runs up to Mr. Sabato. As he makes his way up, he creates sound effects with his mouth.)

Max: I am Action Bastard! But, you can call me Max THE AWESOME!

 

(Max shakes Mr. Sabato’s hand, while everyone around him stares at him, in confusion.)

Mr. Sabato: Okay then, good to have you, Max. Hank Domino!

 

(A young white man with long golden blonde hair steps out from the crowd. His face is clean shaven and he is wearing sunglasses. He has on a leather jacket and blue jeans. As he walks by Grace and Kiki he points at them and smiles.)

Hank: How’s it going, ladies?

 

(Grace rolls her eyes.)

Kiki: I’m good! How about you?!

 

Hank: I’m doing just fine, sweetheart.

 

(Hank shakes Mr. Sabato’s hand.)

Hank: How you doing, player?

 

Mr. Sabato: I’m doing well, you?

 

Hank: Never better, player.

 

Mr. Sabato: Helga Olga!

 

(A large Swedish woman steps out from the crowd, eating a large chicken wing.) She puts out her hand to shake Mr. Sabato’s, but it is covered in chicken wing grease. Mr. Sabato, reluctantly, shakes her hand and then pulls out a napkin and wipes his hand off.)

Mr. Sabato: Orlando Gray!

 

Orlando: ‘Ey yo! Call me O.G.! You feel me!

 

(A young black man steps out from the crowd, wearing his pants below his waist, along with a white wife-beater and his cap on backwards. O.G. walks up to Mr. Sabato and instead of shaking his hand, he puts out his fist and they fist bump.)

O.G.: Yo dawg, what up wit you?

 

Mr. Sabato: I think your translator is malfunctioning?

 

O.G.: Huh?

 

Mr. Sabato: Um, never mind. It’s a pleasure to have you here! Feng Wu!

 

(An middle-aged Asian man steps up and shakes Mr. Sabato’s hand.)

Mr. Sabato: Sheng Wu!

 

(Feng Wu’s twin brother steps up and shakes Mr. Sabato’s hand.)

Mr. Sabato: Samurai John?

 

(A white man in samurai garb steps up to Mr. Sabato and bows to him.)

Dirk: What century does this idiot think we’re in?

 

(Dirk laughs to himself.)

Mr. Sabato: Dick Murphy!

 

(A white man dressed in a similar outfit to Sherlock Holmes steps up. He is smoking from a crack pipe. He shakes Mr. Sabato’s hand and then wipes his hand with a napkin.)

Mr. Sabato: Juan Cervantes!

 

(A Mexican man with a thick bead and long hair steps up to Mr. Sabato. He has a machete strapped to his waste. He is, also, wearing leather fingerless gloves and a fedora. He steps up to Mr. Sabato and shakes his hand.)

Mr. Sabato: All of you have been chosen because you are the greatest fighters the world has to offer! To the rest of you… better luck next year!

I had forgotten to put a warning up on the previous chapters.

 

WARNING: This story will contain violence, language and mild sexual content(although nothing major).

 

CHAPTER 5:

 

 

 

(The crowd disperses, angry that they did not make the cut. Mr. Sabato turns and faces the 16 contestants.)

Mr. Sabato: Congratulations. The tournament will begin tomorrow at 10 a.m., but tonight I am having a celebration party at my hotel, located across the street. You are all invited and all of you have been reserved a room at the hotel, on me. Your free reservations will expire the day after the finals. The party will begin, tonight at 7 p.m. There will be a party, each night, until the day after the finals. Even if you are defeated in the tournament your reservation will not expire and you are still invited to each and every one of the celebrations. Now, before you all head back to the hotel, I have compiled the roster for the tournament. This way you will know in advance who you will have to fight tomorrow.

 

(A large screen descends from the roof of the coliseum, displaying the roster.)

1. Pitbull vs. Spike Thomas

2. Max vs. Helga Olga

3. Kiki Jones vs. Hank Domino

4. Grace Swanson vs. Juan Cervantes

5. John vs. Dick Murphy

6. Feng Wu vs. Sheng Wu

7. Orlando Gray vs. Lester Malone

8. Dirk Mancini vs. Kaizo Ryuuga

 

Mr. Sabato: The fights will be fought in that order. Are there any questions?

 

(No one asks any questions.)

Mr. Sabato: Then, I will see you all tonight! Enjoy your stay at Sabato Hotel!

 

INT. DIRK’S ROOM

 

(Dirk is putting on a nice suit, getting ready for the party. He checks himself out in the mirror, as he fixes his collar. He smiles and then heads out the door.)

INT. SABATO HOTEL 1^st FLOOR

 

(Dirk walks into the room and sees many other guests dancing, socializing, and drinking. He steps over to a nearby table and grabs a glass of wine. He looks around and sees Grace, sitting at a nearby table. He walks over and sits down.)

Dirk: Hey, how’s it going?

 

Grace: Why?

 

Dirk: Why what?

 

Grace: Why do you want to know?

 

Dirk: If you don’t want to tell me, it’s no skin off my back.

 

Grace: I’m doing fine. I was just messing with you. You need to have thicker skin, if you plan on going any further in this tournament.

 

Dirk: Oh, don’t you worry about me. I’m going to win this tournament.

 

(Dirk takes a sip of his wine.)

Grace: What makes you so sure?

 

Dirk: I’ve been fighting most of my life. There’s no way I can lose.

 

Grace: Many of the other contestants have been fighting for most of their life, what makes you any different?

 

Dirk: I don’t know, what makes you different? You must’ve decided that you were good enough to be here, too. Why else would you come out here?

 

Grace: I’m here to prove something. I want to prove that I can make a career out of fighting.

 

Dirk: Who are you trying to impress?

 

Grace: …Why are you here?

 

Dirk: …I want the title and the prize money. You see, my buddy and I don’t live a very good life. I want to get that prize money and buy our way to a better life.

 

(Suddenly, Kiki walks over and sits down at the same table.)

Kiki: Hi guys! My name’s Kiki!

 

Dirk: Hi, I’m Dirk.

 

Grace: Grace.

 

Kiki: Sooooooo, whatcha doin’?!

 

Grace: Why’d you come over here?

 

Kiki: I thought you guys looked nice, so I thought I’d come over and we’d all be friends! Plus, I figured that since we’re the only girls in the tournament this year, we should stick together!

 

Grace: What about Helga?

 

(Grace points at Helga, who is stuffing her face at the buffet.)

Kiki: He’s a girl!

 

(Grace does a face palm and Dirk laughs. Hank walks over and puts his arms around Kiki and Grace.)

Hank: Hello, ladies!

 

(Grace shoves Hank’s arm of her shoulder.)

Hank: What up, player?

 

Dirk: Not bad…

 

Hank: So, you ladies want to go hang out in the Jacuzzi?

 

Grace: Ugh, don’t make me barf.

 

Kiki: Why would you barf? Are you afraid of Jacuzzis?

 

(Grace rolls her eyes and then gets up and leaves. Hank shrugs and walks off with Kiki. Across the room, Dirk sees a bizarre young man dressed up as Link from the Legend of Zelda. He is also singing the Legend of Zelda theme song, but very far off tune. He realizes that it is Max, from the tournament. Max appears to be in his own little world. Many of the guests are either laughing at him, or staring in confusion.)

Pitbull: Heh, you are an odd one, shorty!

 

Max: Yah!

 

(Max holds out his Master sword replica and swings it about, aimlessly. Sheng Wu and Feng Wu are arm wrestling, at one table. Helga is still stuffing her face with the large variety of food. Spike walks over to Dirk and sits down.)

Spike: This tournament isn’t what I expected. Most of the contestants are a bunch of oddballs. I mean are they really that strong?

 

Dirk: They must be, if they got high enough scores to beat out over 200 other contestants. Trust me; I’m just as shocked as you are.

 

Spike: It’s good to know that there’s at least one normal contestant, other than myself.

 

(Spike puts out his hand and shakes Dirk’s hand.)

Spike: Spike Thomas.

 

Dirk: Dirk Mancini. So, why are you here?

 

Spike: I was bored and I like to fight. I figured for $3 million dollars and some free food, why not.

 

(They both laugh.)

INT. SABATO HOTEL 5^th FLOOR

 

(Kiki and Hank are walking down the hall.)

Hank: Hey, you know I was thinking. You and I got paired to fight tomorrow, but I don’t want to hurt you, so I was wondering…. Would you mind forfeiting the fight, that way we don’t have to go through this icky business?

 

Kiki: Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me!

 

Hank: How cute! Seriously, though…

 

Kiki: Thanks for your consideration, but I’ll be fine! I can handle myself! See ya tomorrow!

 

(Kiki hugs him and then hurries into her room.)

Hank: Dammit! I don’t want to hit a girl!

 

INT. KAIZO’S ROOM

 

(Kaizo Ryuuga’s hair looks far less greasy than when he was at the stadium. He is still wearing the same black sweatpants and nothing else. He is lying on his bed, sitting in the dark. However, he is not sleeping. He is simply lying there, thinking.)

IT TOOK ME LIKE TWO DAYS TO READ THIS!!! T~T

(btw good story)

IT TOOK ME LIKE TWO DAYS TO READ THIS!!! T~T

(btw good story)

 

lol thank you.

lol thank you.

 

(Take a brake )

You're welcome.

(Take a brake )

You're welcome.

 

not when i have two days off! that means i need to work on my stories in overdrive! lmao

not when i have two days off! that means i need to work on my stories in overdrive! lmao

 

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CHAPTER 6:

 

 

 

INT. THE STADIUM-MORNING

 

(The stadium is quickly being overrun by fans. Each of them is ready to see the world’s greatest fighters knock the crap out of each other. People are sitting at home watching it on their television, as well. Mr. Sabato steps up on to the stadium, as the crowd lets out a massive cheer. Mr. Sabato waves his hands and the crowd grows silent.)

Mr. Sabato: Thank you all for breaking away from your lives and come together for this annual event! I started this tournament thirty years ago and I never would have imagined that it would come this far! This wouldn’t have come this far, without the support of you the fans… and, of course, our amazing contestants!

 

 

(The 16 contestants walk out from the sidelines, as the crowd lets out a deafening cheer.)

Mr. Sabato: The first match will pit Spike Thomas against Pitbull!

 

 

(Spike and Pitbull make their way to the center of the stadium, while the other 16 contestants stay where they are. Mr. Sabato leaves the stage, as Spike and Pitbull prepare for their battle.)

Mr. Sabato: You may begin, whenever you are ready!

 

 

(In the blink of an eye, Spike disappears. Pitbull blinks, rapidly, wondering what happened to Spike.)

Dirk: Where the hell did he go?!

 

 

(Spike appears beside Pitbull. He grabs his leg and tries to lift him up, but Pitbull is way too heavy.)

Spike: Come on! You got this, Spike!

 

 

(He kicks him in the back of the leg, but Pitbull barely moves. He slowly turns around, but Spike is already long gone. Spike appears in the air above Pitbull. He kicks him in the back of the head, but once again Pitbull doesn’t budge. Spike rebounds off of Pitbull’s head and the second he hits the ground, he’s out of sight.)

Grace: How can anyone be this fast?!

 

Kiki: Wow! I hope I get to fight him!

 

 

(Spike reappears just in front of Pitbull.)

Spike: Sorry, pal!

 

 

(Spike grabs a hold of Pitbull’s nose ring and tears it out of his nose.)

Pitbull: Yyaaaaagggraaaaaaaggghhhh!

 

 

(Pitbull clutches his nose, as the blood pours out of his nose. In this moment of vulnerability, Spike leaps up and grabs a hold of Pitbull’s shoulders. He head butts him and then leaps off, doing a swift back flip. He leaps forward and punches him in the gut, sending him crashing to the floor.)

Spike: If you can’t hit me, you can’t beat me!

 

 

(Spike throws the nose ring back to Pitbull’s unconscious body and then walks off the stage. He puts up his hand, to high five Dirk. Dirk high fives him.)

Dirk: Man, how the hell is that even possible?!

 

Spike: What?

 

Grace: Your speed! It’s incredible!

 

Kiki: I couldn’t even see you, kid!

 

Spike: I just figure that speed is more important than strength, in a fight. If I’m too fast for them to catch me, then they can’t win! So, I always just worked on my speed, never strength!

 

Dirk: That might bite you in the ass, one day! Not every opponent that you’ll face will have a nose-ring that you can just yank off!

 

Mr. Sabato: How was that, folks?! That little guy took down his gargantuan foe, with such ease! That was only the beginning! Next up we have: Max, uh, Awesome vs. Helga Olga!

 

 

(Max and Helga make their way up to the stage, as several paramedics struggle to remove Pitbull from the stadium. Max is now cosplaying as Itachi Uchiha from Naruto.)

Dirk: What the hell is he wearing?

 

Kiki: Oh! He’s adorable! That cloak is freaking’ awesome!

 

 

(Max doesn’t appear to be as eccentric as he normally is. He seems to be trying to fit Itachi’s persona.)

Max: Your hatred… it isn’t strong enough.

 

Mr. Sabato: Begin!

 

 

(Helga punches Max, knocking him flat on his ass. Spike drops to the floor, laughing hysterically. Helga lets out a disgusting belch, as she pulls a bag of chips out of her bra. She rips it open and begins to stuff her face, while she walks off of the stadium. The paramedics rush over and lift up Max’s unconscious body, removing him from the stadium.)

Mr. Sabato: Well, erm, that was, um, short. Anyways, on to our next match! Kiki Jones vs. Hank Domino!

 

 

(Kiki skips up to the stage, followed by Hank. Hank is grumbling to himself, trying to figure out what to do.)

Grace: Ugh, this match is going to suck.

 

Dirk: Why do you say that?

 

Grace: There’s no way she can beat this guy, through a fair fight! She’s just going to use the fact that she’s attractive to win the match. That idiot will fall for it, too.

 

Dirk: How do you know?

 

Grace: Just look at those two!

 

Mr. Sabato: Begin!

 

 

(Kiki swings her foot up, trying to kick Hank in the face. Hank just barely ducks underneath her foot. As her foot goes over his head, her skirt lifts up, slightly, and he catches a glimpse of her underwear.)

Hank: Holy shit!

 

 

(She drops her foot and sends his chin crashing to the ground.)

Grace: You see!

 

Dirk: I don’t think she meant for that to happen.

 

Grace: Why else would she wear a skirt to a fight?!

 

 

(Hank gets up, slowly.)

Hank: (thinking) Damn, I need that prize money! That’s my free ticket to babes, babes, babes and more babes!

 

 

(Kiki backs away and puts up her fists.)

Kiki: Wow, you’re pretty tough! I thought that kick would’ve broken your jaw!

 

Hank: (thinking) It did.

 

 

(Hank’s jaw hangs open, as blood pours from his lips. Kiki spins around and kicks him in the stomach. He clutches his stomach and tries to yell out in pain, but his broken jaw makes it difficult. She kicks him out from under his own feet, but then she gets underneath him and catches him, with only one hand. She tosses him back on his feet and then punches him in the stomach. She jumps up and claps both of her hands together and then rams her hands into his head. He almost hits his chin, again, but Kiki quickly reaches down and catches him.)

Kiki: That was close! You almost hit your broken jaw, silly!

 

 

(Kiki roles him over and lays him on the ground, as he falls unconscious. Grace and Dirk look at Kiki, amazed.)

Edited April 21, 201213 yr by Ertyx

CHAPTER 7:

 

 

Mr. Sabato: Who would’ve thought that this pretty young girl could kick so much ass?!

 

(The crowd cheers.)

Dirk: I guess we shouldn’t be surprised. She did beat over 200 other contestants.

 

Grace: I just thought she slept with Mr. Sabato, or something!

 

Dirk: What?!

 

Grace: I thought she cheated her way in, for the money! I didn’t think she’d actually be a good fighter!

 

Dirk: If she had slept with him, why not just take the money in exchange? Why go through all the hassle of the tournament? No, she came here to fight and it looks like that’s what she’s going to do.

 

(Kiki skips off the stage, as the paramedics clean up Hank.)

Kiki: So, what did you guys think? How’d I dooooo?!

 

Dirk: You were awesome!

 

Grace: You did alright, but that guy seemed pretty weak.

 

Kiki: Yeah, I guess your right! Hopefully, I get to fight someone tough, next time!

 

(Kiki punches the air, happily.)

Mr. Sabato: Next up is, Grace Swanson vs. Juan Cervantes!

 

Kiki: YOU’RE UP!

 

(Kiki hops up and down, in joy. Grace rolls her eyes and starts to make her way toward the stadium.)

Kiki: Good luck!

 

(Grace climbs up onto the stage and face Juan Cervantes.)

Mr. Sabato: Begin!

 

(Juan unsheathes the machete strapped to his side.)

Grace: Whoa! Is he allowed to use that?!

 

Mr. Sabato: Of course! It’s a fight!

 

(Grace puts up her fists, ready to fight. Juan takes a swipe at Grace’s stomach, but she leaps back, dodging the attack. He attempts a diagonal swipe, but Grace steps to the side, dodging it. She quickly punches him in the face, disorienting him. She kicks the machete out of his hand and then boxes his ears. He clutches his ears, in pain. She goes to punch him in the face, but Juan kicks her in the chest, knocking her away. He dives for his machete and picks it up, before she can recover and reach him.)

Grace: You don’t seem so tough, without your knife.

 

Juan: Whatever it takes to win, puta.

 

Mr. Sabato: Oh, it’s a good thing his translator malfunctioned!

 

(Grace clenches her fists and glares at Juan, waiting for an opening. Machete tries to cut her, but she catches his arm and then kicks him in the chest. Juan throws his machete to his free arm and slices her stomach. Grace stumbles away, clutching her chest. He follows up, trying to cut her, once more.)

Kiki: GRACE, LOOK OUT!

 

(Grace tumbles underneath the machete and quickly turns around. She elbows the back of his knee, buckling him. She grabs him and puts him in a choke-hold. She brings him to the ground and then he drops the machete, as his air is cut off. He falls unconscious and she drops him, stumbling away and clutching her bleeding stomach. Kiki rushes up to the stage and helps Grace to the ground. The paramedics rush over and put her on a stretcher. A few other paramedics come over and pick up Juan.)

Dirk: I can’t believe he allowed that. If Juan had killed her, he would’ve been thrown in jail for murder!

 

Spike: No, he wouldn’t have. If anyone kills anyone as part of the tournament, they are exempt from the law.

 

Dirk: You’re kidding!

 

Spike: I wish I was. Mr. Sabato’s got a lot of money. His influence even reaches the government. In this world, money talks. That’s why we’re all here, of course.

 

Mr. Sabato: Next up is, Samurai John vs. Dick Murphy!

 

(The detective and the samurai make their way up to the stage.)

Spike: Look at these clowns! This ought to be good.

 

Mr. Sabato: It would seem that we have a battle of the centuries!

 

(The crowd laughs.)

Mr. Sabato: Begin!

 

(The samurai unsheathes his bamboo blade. The detective puts up his fists, ready to fight.)

John: I will defeat you, my honor is at stake!

 

Murphy: My prize money is at stake!

 

(John leaps at Murphy and tries to cut him, but Murphy sweeps beneath the blade and tries to punch him in the chest. Murphy’s knuckles break open and begin to bleed.)

Murphy: Gggaaaaaaaaahhhhh! You stupid jackass! That’s real armor!

 

John: What the hell did you think it was?

 

Murphy: Fake armor, you buffoon!

 

John: Enough, of this talk! Let us return to the battle!

 

(Spike bursts out laughing.)

Spike: Dude, I don’t even care who wins. I just wish they’d shut up already!

 

(Tears pour out of Spike’s eyes, as he laughs hysterically.)

Dirk: Hey, open your eyes. John won.

 

(Spike opens his eyes to see John standing over Murphy’s unconscious body.)

Spike: Aw, man I missed it!

 

Dirk: I thought you didn’t even care who won?

 

Spike: Still would’ve been cool to see it…

 

Mr. Sabato: Next up, Feng Wu vs. Sheng Wu!

 

(The twin brothers make their way up to the stage and smirk at one another.)

Mr. Sabato: Begin!

 

Sheng and Feng: I FORFEIT!

 

(Everyone becomes silent, in the midst of the confusion.)

Sheng and Feng: Wait? What?!

 

Sheng: You idiot! I told you that I’d forfeit and you would continue on! There’s no point in us beating the shit out of each other! That way you could move on and be fresh for your next fight!

 

Feng: I thought I was supposed to forfeit and you would move on!

 

Sheng: Dammit, this was supposed to increase our chances of winning that prize money!

 

Mr. Sabato: Well, you idiots forfeited, so anytime you want to get off the stage would be great.

CHAPTER 8:

 

 

 

Sheng and Feng: Dammit, you moron!

 

(They both rush at each other and begin to beat the crap out of each other. They end up rolling off of the stage and continue to beat the crap out of each other.)

Dirk: Hm, it’s too bad they forfeited. It looks like they’re a couple of really good fighters.

 

(Mr. Sabato rolls his eyes and walks over to the quarreling brothers. He kicks Feng in the chest, sending him crashing into the wall on the opposite side of the coliseum. He then punches Sheng in the stomach sending him hurtling into the wall, as well.)

Mr. Sabato: Knock it off; we have a tournament to finish.

 

Dirk: Holy shit, I didn’t realize how strong Mr. Sabato was!

 

Spike: Of course. He was raining champion of this tournament for the first 24 years.

 

Dirk: Really?!

 

Spike: Yeah, but he figured that he was getting in the way of the newcomers, so he stopped entering.

 

(The paramedics rush over and hull the twins away.)

Mr. Sabato: Anyway, next up we have, O.G. vs. Lester Malone!

 

(O.G. strolls up to the stage, followed by Lester. The old man that was standing behind Lester, in the crowd, is sitting in the stands. He has a malevolent smirk on his face.)

O.G.: ‘Ey yo dawg, ain’t no hard feelings, but I’m about to knock you ass out!

 

(O.G. shuffles, carelessly.)

Mr. Sabato: Begin!

 

(O.G. puts up his arms, ready to fight. He hops around, trying to act like he’s some amazing martial artist. He stops and strides toward Lester, not even looking at him. Instead, he is looking at the crowd, sticking his tongue out and laughing. He punches Lester in the stomach and immediately shakes his hand around in pain.)

O.G.: Damn, brotha! What the hell are you made of?!

 

(Lester punches O.G. in the face, nearly knocking him out.)

O.G.: Sheeeeet, man! You asked for it, mothaf***er!

 

(O.G. whips an AK-47 out from under his hoodie and blows Lester away.)

Dirk: Are you shitting me?!

 

(Lester falls to the ground, filled with bullet holes. The crowd loses their minds, unable to believe what just happened.)

Dirk: There has to be something in the rules against that!

 

Spike: Unfortunately, there isn’t.

 

O.G.: What the hell y’all booing fo! Its $3 million dollars, sucka! I do whateva it takes!

 

Mr. Sabato: I apologize to the fans, for that. I never expected something like this when I made the rule “Anything goes.” I will be changing that rule, in the future. For now, it’s fair play, but…

 

(Suddenly, Lester slowly rises to his feet. Sparks appear to be releasing from the bullet holes.)

O.G.: What da f*** is this shit!?

 

(Mr. Sabato walks over to Lester.)

Mr. Sabato: Lester, how…

 

(Lester speaks, but his mouth doesn’t move.)

Lester: It seems that I have no choice, but to reveal myself.

 

(The old man walks down the stairs, to the stage. He speaks through a device, showing that his voice is projected through Lester’s body.)

Old Man: I am the real Lester Malone. You may call me Dr. Malone. This is my creation. I have created the world’s first android. I decided to test its abilities by entering it in the tournament. If I win, then that is proof that my creation is more powerful than the world’s strongest warriors. I will then use the prize money to mass produce my winning android and sell it for a profit!

 

Mr. Sabato: Okay, I honestly could care less. All I want to know is, does this thing have any guns equipped on it?

 

Lester: No.

 

Mr. Sabato: Then it can stay. Let the fight resume!

 

(The android rushes up to O.G. who still appears to be confused. It crushes O.G.’s face with its knuckles of steel. O.G. hits the ground and quickly passes out, dropping his gun. The android walks off of the stage and kneels before Lester Malone. Lester opens up a compartment on its back and begins to rewire it.)

Mr. Sabato: Alright, folks. We have one more fight for today. This will decide who all will compete in tomorrow’s roster. The next fight is between, Dirk Mancini and Kaizo Ryuuga!

 

Spike: Good luck, man.

 

(Dirk looks over at his opponent. Kaizo is still wearing the same black sweatpants that he has been wearing since the beginning. His hair is clean, but he is still wearing no shirt, no shoes, and no socks. Dirk and Kaizo make their way up to the stage. They face each other.)

Mr. Sabato: Begin!

 

(Dirk gets into his stance, but Kaizo remains still. Dirk becomes confused, as to why Kaizo has not entered into a battle stance.)

Dirk: (thinking) Alright, you can do this! It’s only the first match of the tournament. Just watch his style and counter! He’s a pretty scrawny guy, this should be a piece of cake!

 

(All of sudden, Dirk feels an odd feeling in his chest. But, it isn’t anticipation, fear, joy, or heart burn. It is Kaizo’s hand lodged in Dirk’s diaphragm. Dirk’s eyes roll into the back of his head and then he blacks out. Dirk has just lost his first match, with a single attack that he didn’t even see coming.)

I will have to read the other ones as well

(DAMN)

CHAPTER 9:

 

 

INT. SABATO HOSPITAL ROOM-NOON

 

(Dirk wakes up in Room 403 of Sabato Hospital. Yes, he owns a chain of hospitals, as well. Dirk slowly sits up and pulls away the covers. He winces and then looks down at his stomach. His torso is covered in bandages. A doctor walks into the room.)

Doctor: So, you’re finally awake, Mr. Mancini.

 

Dirk: What happened? I thought I was at the stadium!

 

Doctor: You were, but you lost your match.

 

(Dirk remembers the swift crushing blow that Kaizo landed on his chest. He clenches his fists and grits his teeth, in anger.)

Doctor: Everything checks out. You can leave, anytime you want. You’re just going to be a little sore in your lower torso, for a couple days.

 

(Dirk gets up and leaves the hospital.)

EXT. HOSPITAL

 

(Dirk looks across the street and sees the hotel. He makes his way over to the hotel and sees Juan, Feng, Sheng, O.G., Pitbull, Hank, and Murphy getting leaving the hotel. But, what is odd about this is that they have their suitcases and appear to be checking out of their free reservations.)

Dirk: Hey, where are you guys going?

 

Hank: We lost, player. We’re heading home.

 

Dirk: But, you guys have free reservations here!

 

O.G.: So! We got lives, fool.

 

Juan: I have to return home and find another way to get my hands on some fast cash! I don’t have time to be sitting around here, doing nothing.

 

(They all walk off. Dirk stands there for a moment, deciding whether or not to stay. He looks at the hotel and then walks inside.)

INT. SABATO HOTEL 1^ST FLOOR

 

(Another celebration is taking place in the hotel. Dirk walks in and looks around. He sees Grace sitting at the same table that she was sitting at, the previous night. He picks up a drink and walks over, sitting down next to her.)

Dirk: How you feeling? That was a nasty fight.

 

Grace: I’m fine. They stitched it up and I’m good as new.

 

Dirk: That’s good, considering you’ve got a match tomorrow.

 

Grace: Yeah, I’m sorry that you don’t, though. Kiki told me that you lost.

 

Dirk: I honestly don’t even remember what happened.

 

Grace: What do you mean?

 

Dirk: I got up there and took my stance. In the blink of an eye, he was gone and I blacked out.

 

Grace: Maybe, he was just quick. Like Spike.

 

Dirk: I don’t know.

 

(Spike walks over and sits down.)

Spike: Good to see the both of you are still alive!

 

Dirk: Hey, maybe you can tell me what the hell happened?

 

Spike: What do you mean?

 

Dirk: How did I lose my fight?

 

Spike: That guy Kaizo is fast, bro! I could barely keep up with his movements! He rushed at you and punched you in the chest. The second he hit you, you hit the floor, simple as that.

 

Dirk: Where is that guy anyway? Is he even here?

 

Spike: I haven’t seen him. He wasn’t here yesterday, either.

 

(Helga is stuffing her face at the buffet. Max walks in dressed as Asura from Asura’s Wrath. He walks around the room, glaring at everyone. Kiki walks in and hurries over to Grace.)

Kiki: Hey, Grace!

 

Grace: Uh, hi, Kiki.

 

Kiki: You and I got paired up to fight, tomorrow!

 

Grace: How do you know?

 

Kiki: Mr. Sabato posted the roster, outside! You and I will be the 2^nd fight, tomorrow! It’s going to be so much fun!

 

(Kiki runs off.)

Grace: Well, we agree on one thing.

 

Dirk: What’s that?

 

Grace: It will be fun. I’m going to kick her ass and love every second of it.

 

(Dirk and Spike laugh.)

Dirk: Come on, why do you hate her so much?

 

Grace: She’s a freaking ditz! I hate people like her.

 

Dirk: She doesn’t fit that stereotype, Grace. She seems like a nice person and she’s a damn good fighter. I think you’re jumping to conclusions.

 

Grace: How do you know she’s a good fighter? That match was bogus!

 

Dirk: First of all, I doubt that. Second of all, even if it was, she made it into the top 16. That right there proves she’s tough.

 

Grace: That doesn’t prove anything. She’s just easy.

 

(Grace chugs down her wine and then leaves.)

Spike: That’ll be one interesting match. My moneys on the Barbie doll.

 

Dirk: No arguments here.

 

INT. KAIZO’S ROOM

 

(Kaizo is once again lying in his bed, in silence.)

INT. SABATO HOTEL 1^ST FLOOR

 

(Dirk and Spike are looking over the roster for tomorrow’s matches.)

1. Spike Thomas vs. Helga Olga

2. Grace Swanson vs. Kiki Jones

3. Kaizo Ryuuga vs. Lester Malone

 

Dirk: It looks like John got a freebie, since the Wu brothers forfeited.

 

Spike: Lucky bastard. I get to fight “’Elga Olga!”

 

(Spike and Dirk laugh.)

Spike: Man, if only she had a nose-ring.

 

Dirk: Well, it looks like Kaizo’s done for. There’s no way he’s going to take down a freaking machine. Not even bullets took down that thing.

 

Spike: Yeah, I guess so. Man, I can’t believe all those losers left the hotel. Those idiots had free reservations and they just blew it off.

 

Dirk: I know, I figure why not enjoy some free food and a chance to scope out the competition for next year.

 

Spike: So, you’re coming back next year?

 

Dirk: Yeah, why wouldn’t I?

 

Spike: I just figured that first fight would’ve dealt a crushing blow to your ego. I know it would’ve crushed me.

 

Dirk: Yeah, it definitely does suck, but that doesn’t mean I give up something I’ve been working on my whole life.

 

Spike: That’s inspiring man. But, unfortunately it looks like I’m done for, now.

 

Dirk: Why’s that?

 

Spike: My competition is going to be a freaking android, dude. Think about it, if I take down Helga, next up I’ll be fighting Grace, Kiki, or that android. I shouldn’t have too much of a problem with Grace or Kiki, but there’s no way I’m beating down a walking chunk of steel.

O.G reminds me of some one in this site

cause he said "fool" to Drik. o.O

CHAPTER 10:

 

 

INT. SABATO STADIUM- MORNING

 

(The stadium is filled with cheering fans, once again. Dirk sits down in the stands, no longer a participating contestant in the tournament. Grace, Kiki, Spike, Lester’s android, and Kaizo Ryuuga enter the stadium and make their way to the sidelines. Mr. Sabato looks at them, in confusion, wondering where Helga is.)

Mr. Sabato: Where’s Helga?

 

(The other contestants shrug.)

Mr. Sabato: So, it would seem that one of our contestants is late! We will be postponing her fight! If she doesn’t make it here before the final match, then she will forfeit! So, without further ado, we will begin our second fight! Grace Swanson vs. Kiki Jones!

 

(Grace and Kiki step up to the stage and get into their battle stances.)

Mr. Sabato: Begin!

 

(Kiki rushes at Grace and tries to punch her in the face. Grace barely manages to dodge her fist. Kiki swings her other fist at Grace, landing a devastating uppercut to her chin. Grace is sent into the air, but she manages to land on her feet, using her hand to balance herself. Kiki doesn’t give Grace much time to relax, quickly rushing in for another attack. Kiki tries to kick Grace in the face, but Grace catches her leg. Grace quickly stands up and punches Kiki in the face. Grace tries to land another punch, but Kiki quickly recovers and spins underneath her fist. She sweeps Grace’s feet out from under her and then kicks her in the back, on her way to the ground. Grace hits the ground and then coughs, rolling onto her stomach. She picks herself up off the ground, while Kiki takes a few steps back. Grace rushes at Kiki, stumbling a bit along the way. Grace appears to be growing angry. Kiki sticks up her foot and kicks Grace in the face, knocking her away. Grace lands on her feet and firmly stands her ground. She rushes at Kiki, again. Kiki and Grace punch each other’s fists. Grace swings her other fist at Kiki and Kiki blocks it with the bottom of her foot. Kiki grabs onto Grace’s wrist, leaves her foot on Grace’s knuckles, uses the leverage to lift her body off of the ground and kick Grace in the chin. Kiki lets go of Grace’s wrist, does a back flip and lands on her feet. Grace stumbles backwards, breathing heavily.)

Kiki: You’re really tough! I’m glad we’re friends!

 

Grace: Friends?

 

(Grace clenches her fist and punches Kiki in the stomach. Kiki plants her feet firmly on the ground and doesn’t budge, despite coughing up a little bit of spit. Kiki spins around and kicks Grace in the face. Grace’s lip busts open and blood sprays on the stadium floor. Grace plummets to the ground and this time she doesn’t get up. In a few moments, the paramedics jump up onto the stage and put Grace onto a stretcher. As they take her away, Grace manages to open her eyes. She looks at Kiki who is hopping off of the stage.)

Kiki: That was a great fight, Grace! Let’s hang out when you’re feeling better!

 

Grace: We’re not friends, you bimbo…

 

(Grace falls unconscious, once more. Kiki did not hear Grace and is still beaming, with a smile on her face. All of a sudden, Helga walks into the stadium, eating a slice of pizza.)

Mr. Sabato: Helga! Where were you? We were worried you weren’t going to show up!

 

Helga: I vas hungry, so I vanted to finish my breakvast.

 

Mr. Sabato: …Ok. Well, since you’re here we’ll start your match. Next up we have, Spike Thomas vs. Helga Olga!

 

Spike: Dammit! I thought I might get a freebie!

 

(Spike and Helga make their way up to the stage.)

Mr. Sabato: Begin!

 

(Spike disappears, in a flash, just the same as in his fight with Pitbull. He appears behind Helga and kicks her in the back of the head. Helga doesn’t budge, still eating her pizza. Spike grabs one of her pigtails and hangs onto her back, attempting to pull her to the ground. But, Spike just tugs on her hair, while she stands there eating. Spike lets go of her hair and disappears, again. He appears in front of her and punches her in the stomach. She belches and then continues eating.)

Spike: Why the hell are you eating, in the middle of a fight?!

 

Helga: ‘Vat fight?

 

Spike: This one! WE’RE FIGHTING!

 

Helga: ‘Ow do I alvays get stuck fighting such puny opponents?

 

Spike: Puny?!

 

(Spike leaps up, in order to punch her in the face. But, just as he jumps up she puts the pizza in front of her face, going to take a bite. He punches the pizza, hitting it against her face. The pizza falls and hits the ground. Spike lands on the pizza, slipping and falling. Helga looks at her hand, which is covered in pizza sauce. She clenches her fist and looks at Spike, filled with rage. She tries to punch Spike, but he quickly leaps away. She punches the stage and cracks the ground beneath her fist. She runs at Spike, full speed ahead.)

Spike: You must be pretty dumb if you think you can catch me.

 

(Spike disappears, just before Helga reaches him. She tries to grab him, but her hands just pass through thin air. Spike appears behind her and kicks her in the back of her leg. But, instead of harming her, it merely alerts her to his location. She turns and tries to hit him with the back of her hand, but he is already gone.)

Spike: Hey, Godzilla! Over here!

 

(Helga sees Spike, taunting her on the other side of the stage.)

Spike: Toro! Toro!

 

(Helga clenches her fists and her face turns red. She rushes toward Spike, filled with anger. Just before she reaches him, he disappears. She stumbles forward, catching her balance at the edge of the stage. She swings her arms around, trying to keep herself from falling face first off the edge of the stage. Spike appears behind her only foot, keeping her on the stage and presses his body up against it. He pushes as hard as he can against her foot, eventually pushing her off the stage. She falls face-first onto the ground, causing a miniature earthquake throughout the stadium. The paramedics rush over and slowly and painfully get her onto a large stretcher. Spike hops off of the stage, smirking.)

Mr. Sabato: What a fight, huh folks! That just goes to show that you should never count out the little guy!

 

Spike: I am not that small, asshole!

why must they fight? D:

why must they fight? D:

 

who?

who?

 

Everybody! D:

(Lol am I making any sense?)

Everybody! D:

(Lol am I making any sense?)

 

not really. lol it's a tournament, they're supposed to fight. lol

not really. lol it's a tournament, they're supposed to fight. lol

 

NOOOOO THEY HAVE TO STOP!!