Round Three: Fight!
The fire ravages my body. It’s warmth excites me. I look up at the burning dome above my head. I’m home. I grin, ear to ear. To find comfort in your own madness is something truly soothing, and I’ve found it. My mind searches for The Dynamite King, but something that Jonden says registers in my thoughts. A blue guy was brought through the portal? What does that mean?
Cut-Zero!
Of course that’s who Jonden was talking about. But was he brought to Hell? Leaving my eyes wide open, I easily project my mind out into the chaos around me. And I find him. I find Cut-Zero… and he’s not far from here. Walking openly through the plains of Hell, I stand tall. A group of zombie-like natives of this realm known as Oni try to intimidate me, but as one bursts into flames simply by me staring at him, the others scatter. I smile once more as I walk through the world I know so well. And there I see Cut-Zero, lying dead on the ground with several black ninja stars lodged in various parts of his body. A small amount of guilt washes over me, I promised to protect him after slaying his friend. But the guilt soon fades as I recognize who is standing over him. One is a wraith, but I still know who he is. He is the one who I had slain, and he is the exact same person that Ashdrew mention to Cut-Zero and I. This is Boon Saibot, and next to him stands the Cyborg Smoke-2.
I sense good still in Smoke-2. Perhaps he can be reprogrammed once I dispose of Boon Saibot, but the true test will be trying to keep him from getting involved in my battle against Boon. I don’t want to find myself facing a tag team.
“Boon Saibot…” my voice causes his head to turn in my direction. He stands tall in this world, just as I do. “We meet again.”
“Scorplee… why didn’t I suspect that you’d still be lurking in this hellhole?” He smiles a little. I know he will be a little insecure after I defeated him previously, but his power has grown greatly since then and he knows it. I know it too. I think he’ll truly be a formidable opponent this time.
“Maybe because you’re a dumbass. Now riddle me this, what are you doing here?” I step closer to where and Smoke-2 stand. Smoke-2 stands silent as he watches the action unfold before him.
“I’m tired of taking orders Scorplee. I’m tired of being overlooked. It’s time for me to create my own Legacy. Smoke-2 is just the first of many that will join the ranks of Boon Saibot’s forces. Because after Ashinnok was defeated here in Hell, there was no ruler of this place. Until now. I am Boon Saibot… the new ruler of Hell.” He drops into his trademark Monkey fighting style. “Right after I defeat you.”
“AAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!” The sound of a booming yell shakes even the walls of Hell, covered in barbed wire. Boon and I look at each other, but only I know what that yell was and who it belonged to.
“Unfortunately I have bigger fish to fry right now Boon. That yell belongs to The Dynamite King. I’m not sure how he got here, but if he isn’t stopped, then everything we know will fall, and there will be no Hell for you to rule. There will be no Anarchyworld. There will be nothing left.” I look in the direction that the yell came from, and see a clearly human figure dart its way back towards where I know the portal to be. Who it is, I don’t know, but I know for a fact that’s not The Dynamite King. “We shall finish this some other time though,” and I vanish. Teleporting no longer makes me weak here, as the hellfire consumes my body and gives birth to it in a new location. There I see him… in all his might. It’s The Dynamite King. He mumbles to himself.
“I can’t believe I let that peon Chadwolf trap me here in this realm.” He sends a huge fist into a boulder, shattering it on impact. “I’m no longer in a state where being here make me weak, but I cannot achieve my goals here.”
“You’re not going to achieve your goals at all,” Boon Saibot says, stepping out of a cloud of pitch black smoke. I smile. He’s learned a lot since last we fought. The man who was the original Cut-Zero, is now born again. He’s stronger… he’s faster… he’s more hungry than ever. And I love it.
“Neither of you are,” I say, announcing my own presence. The three of us stand in a triangle and stare at each other. We all feel the same thing. The power the three of us now have is more than anyone could ever have imagined. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a good old fashioned showdown. We all know there’s only one way to resolve this,” I say with a grin.
“I will be victorious,” The Dynamite King says to himself as he clenches his fists. His body begins to shake. The rage is building inside of him. He’s ready.
“I will be victorious,” Boon Saibot now says to himself as his arms rise in his Monkey fighting style. A numb sensation washes over his body as he places his mind where it needs to be to win. The desire is building inside of him. He’s ready.
“I will be victorious,” I say to myself. I reach to my back and grab my Mugai Ryu sword. Clutching it in my hands I realize that the others are weaponless, so I will follow suit. Tossing my weapons to the side, I feel lighter… faster. I grunt as I stand, poised in my Hapkido fighting style. The power is building inside of me. I’m ready.
And then, here in Hell, our hearts all skip a beat as we hear what we’ve all been waiting for. Straight from the creators themselves…