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Round One

Guy Wearing Black vs. Deathwing

       The main hallway was crowded with consumers. Waiting in lines at snack bars, some waiting for the restrooms, and others just standing around chatting. GWB entered the hall and stared at the sea of people, and knew that this would delay him to his match. GWB tried to look around for another entrance to the stadium, but all that could be seen was an overweight man taking his sweet time at the vending machines, blocking the entrance.

       "Hell no," GWB replied.  "I don't have time for this."  GWB casually pointed his Desert Eagle in the sky and fired a couple of rounds into the air. The crowd panicked and a thousand screams filled the hallway. Everyone ran for their lives, while GWB mocked them.  "Go on, run, run. I'm armed."  The fat man ran by, as GWB kicked him with the side of his shoe in his butt.  "Go on, get!"

       The hall was empty, as GWB walked across. Two guards approached him from the stadium entrance, but GWB just walked by them, the guards too scared to do anything.

       GWB walked out into the stadium, immediately greeted by the hollers of the fans, all cheering on the agent. GWB took a moment to reflect on his ego, and build it up before the fight. What else were the fans there for?

       GWB heard the footsteps of something big, heading towards him. This was odd, since the footsteps were almost as loud as the fans. GWB turned around to see an eight-foot tall behemoth walking towards his general direction.  It was the man in the trench coat who confronted GWB earlier.  Throwing off his costume, the man's appearance caused GWB to show alarm on his face.  The man wasn't human!  The creature was reptilian-like and dark-skinned, with a long neck and a mouth full of teeth. The monster's long, leathery wings seemed to cover up the rest of his body.

       "What the hell are you?" GWB said. The monstrosity's wings unfolded to reveal the rest of his scaly, human-like body. "Hell doesn't come close to what I am.  I am Lord Deathwing, undefeated ARena fighter and soon to be advancing to the next round." GWB simply stared up at Deathwing, unaffected at all by the terror in front of him. "Too afraid to speak are we? Embarrassed by your eventual defeat to me?"  "Me, embarrassed?" GWB said.  "I'm not the one standing naked in public."  Deathwing smirked. "We dragons have no need for such human apparels, and we're not as worldly as ... humans." GWB replied ambitiously, "Oh, and are you too good for showers?  Cause man, you smell like ass and a half. But what do you expect from someone who has never heard of toilet paper."

       Deathwing raised his claws, and opened his mouth, lunging down towards Guy Wearing Black. Deathwing's head was quickly pushed up by something cold and steel underneath his chin. GWB held his Desert Eagle underneath Deathwing's chin.  "You'll do what?" GWB mocked.  Two guards watched from behind.  "Is he even allowed to have those in here?" one said.  "You wanna try taking them from him?" the other guard replied.  The two ARena fighters slowly backed away from each other, and walked to their observer pods.

       The digital battlefield of Osaka had rebuilt itself once more, and was ready for more punishment. Gabara made his harsh entrance by ripping through a building, a
letting out a fierce roar. The crowed cheered as Gabara cocked his head back, and pumped himself up for the fight. A great shadow passed over Gabara, and the monsters roar was cut short, as Fire Rodan landed in front of Gabara. The crowd stood up and cheered, because they knew they were in for one hell of a fight.

       "Now ladies in gentlemen, for our last match of Round One, we have newcomer Deathwing and his kaiju, Gabara, versus veteran and member of the Agency, Guy Wearing Black, and his kaiju, Fire Rodan!" The crowd was anxious to get the fight on and cheered even more at the entrance of the kaiju. "Ok guys, the box is locked, the lights are on, and it's KAIJU FIGHTIN' TIME!"

       Gabara's hands surged with electricity as he rushed Fire Rodan, who stood still in front of him, his wings crossed across his chest. Gabara lunged his huge arms at Fire Rodan, but Fire Rodan ducked underneath him. Gabara, his arms still lunged over in the grab position, looked down to see Fire Rodan squatting down looking at him. Fire Rodan flapped his wings from his chest, creating a huge wind gust which sent Gabara hurtling up into the air. The winged beast flew straight up to the airborne kaiju, and clasped his talons onto Gabara's head. The monster sped down to the ground feet first and slammed Gabara's head into the pavement.

       A dust cloud surrounded the impact point, and the crowd hacked and coughed as their lungs inhaled the dust. Fire Rodan burst from the dust cloud straight into the air, leaving a slipstream behind him. Gabara rose from the rubble, holding his head, as blood trickled down the side of it. Gabara looked down to find a metal spire lying in the rubble around him. With his one free hand, he grabbed the rod, and hurled it through the air. Fire Rodan paused as he sees the incoming spire. Fire Rodan catches the spire, with his talons, and snaps it in two. With a quick glare to his opponent, Fire Rodan sped down towards Gabara.

       Gabara began to run towards the descending monster, and charged his arms full of electricity. Fire Rodan's middle crest begins to crackle with energy, and his beak began to illuminate with orange light, while still speeding towards Gabara. The ogre-like monster stopped in his tracks, staring in fright, as an orange illuminated stream of energy headed in his direction.  Gabara sidestepped the blast and jabbed the spire into Rodan's stomach, a jolt of electricity running through the monster.  Rodan began to foam at the mouth, and he dropped to the ground.  Picking up his foe, Gabara tossed the flying reptile into a nearby skyscraper.


       With blood from his previous head injury trickling down into his eyes and down his face, Gabara moaned from the pain. Fire Rodan escaped from the rubble, his wings battered and bruised.  He circled around and landed in front of Gabara, and stared at him with a cold glare. Gabara cleared the blood from his eyes and looked up. He was filled with rage as he stared at Fire Rodan. Gabara lunged upward towards Fire Rodan, his arms surging with electricity. Fire Rodan simply stared, unfazed.  Gabara put his arms around Fire Rodan's neck, sending thousands of volts of electricity surging through Fire Rodan.  With all his strength, Fire Rodan lunged his head forward, head butting Gabara straight into his face.  Gabara stumbled back on his knees, and stared at Fire Rodan in a confused state. Gabara's eyes began to quickly blink, and rolled backwards into his head. Gabara fell backward and lay motionless on his back.  Fire Rodan dropped to the ground, breathing heavily.

       The crowd fell silent, and all stared in awe. "WHAAAOOOOO," echoed the loud speaker.  "Looks like Guy Wearing Black advances this fight after one hell of a fight.
That's it for Round One and boy what a Round it was." The crowd erupted in cheers. GWB's observing pod lowered to the ground, and he stepped out with a prideful, yet surprised look on his face. He held out his arms and took in the cheers of the crowd to build up his ego.

       GWB turned his head to the sound of a loud smash. A reptilian fist punched straight through Deathwing's observing pod. The dragon known as Deathwing ripped open his pod from within, and leapt out from his pod, hovering high above the ground and landed on the surface below. " RAAAAAAARRRRRR!  You cheated!" Deathwing sprinted towards. A ball of flame spit from the dragon's mouth towards GWB. The flame reflected in Guy Wearing Black's sunglasses. GWB quickly somersaulted under the flame, and landed on his back in front of the halted Deathwing. GWB shoved his right boot straight between Deathwing's legs. The crowd "oooed" as Deathwing gave an odd look on his face. GWB swung his other foot across the dragon's face, knocking him to the ground.

       ARena personnel rushed to both fighters, as GWB got to his feet. Four personnel surrounded Deathwing and took him off, as he smiled at GWB. "You are a very noble fighter, GWB.  Perhaps you truly are capable of saving this world.  We will meet again!"  Two guards tried to grab GWB, but he simply ruffled his arms, and they took their hands off him. "Either you'd be escorting me out of here, or a burnt-to-a-crisp corpse," GWB said. The two ARena personnel looked at each other, and walked away.

       GWB changed attitudes quickly and once again addressed the crowd.  He once again held out his arms, and welcomed the cheers. A pink bra flew from the crowd, and landed on his shoulder. GWB picked up the bra and looked at it.  "Does it come with a phone number?" GWB yelled back into the crowd, as female groupies screamed in overdramatic insanity. Suddenly another object flew in front of GWB's feet. He picked it up and realized that it was a white pair of men's underwear. GWB stared back into the crowd in disgust, dropped the underwear, and walked back into the stadium.

       Behind the stands, a man in a white cloak was busy speaking to Rex Raptor, Dracatron, and DaRokSez.  He was surrounded by a group of odd men wearing gray ninja costumes.  The man looked at DaRokSez.  "Your battle is next.  It's time we upped the ante.  The master wants us to win this tournament.  We must obtain the first Key!"  DaRokSez smiled under his hood.  "Don't worry.  What I will do in this next round is nothing compared to what's in store for this planet!"