-1Author's Note: Well, I've donated a couple of characters to DJ Diddy Dog KIVA FORM's Tournament Kamen Rider fanfic and he suggested that we write back stories for our characters.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kamen Rider and the Tournament Kamen Rider fanfic idea is Diddy Dog's idea, so no stealing. I own the two characters here though.
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It was quite admirable. No matter how many times I beat my brother, or how far I knocked him, he kept coming back for more.
Our parents weren't very interested in us. They saw to it that we got the best education and got into the colleges, but beyond that and a small amount of money to start; we had to make our own way in the world.
I was smart. I won't bore you with all the technical details, but I took that small amount and made it grow. Michael did pretty well, I guess, but I still beat him… again.
Now, there's this tournament. Tournament Kamen Rider, I will beat him at this, too.
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I know that Nicholas thinks he's better then me. For all appearances, he is. He got better grades, was captain of all the teams, and he's rich beyond most people's wildest dreams.
Well, I could have made plenty of money, too, but really who would want to hang out with a bunch of old rich people? No thanks, it's not for me. I'll stick with my lower class friends, thank you very much.
Anyway, back to my brother, a lot of people don't know, but I did beat him once. It was the middle of the night and we snuck into the gym and had a boxing match. It was tough, but I did it, I beat him. Now, I have another chance to and this time everyone will know about it.
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"Well, I see you've already got your Rider system," Nicholas chuckled as he walked toward Michael.
Michael turned to face him. "And knowing you, you probably already have yours…"
Nicholas chuckled. "Of course."
He tossed down the bag that he had slung over his shoulder and unzipped it, pulling out a high-tech purple sword. Michael raised his left arm, showing the yellow brace strapped on his wrist.
A large yellow and black mechanical wasp descended out of the sky and circled around Michael several times before he reached out and snatched it out of the air, thrusting his arm out before retracting it and attaching the wasp to the brace. "Henshin!"
"HENSHIN!" a mechanical voice echoed.
A yellow honeycomb sort of pattern issued from the brace, moving up and covering Michael's arm, forming yellow and white armor. A green honeycomb shape was on the chest and his helmet's visor was also shaped like that.
"Flashy as ever, eh?" Nicholas asked, unimpressed.
A purple mechanical scorpion dug its way of the ground at Nicholas' feet and leapt into his free hand. Nicholas attached the scorpion to the hilt of the sword.
"HENSHIN!" the sword announced.
A purple insect wig pattern moved up from the sword's handle and up Nicholas' arm, forming a purple and black suit. Several Orange tubes were also present on the armor. His visor was a simple green vertical line.
"I've researched most of the rider's in this tournament," Nicholas said. "You're using the Zabee system."
"That's right," Michael replied. "What are you using?"
"Ill prepared as ever," Nicholas chuckled. "My designation is Sasword."
Nicholas raised his sword and Michael raised his fists. They were the only two humans in the area, a sheltered forest; a large cliff wall was to their right.
The two charged at each other. Nicholas swung his sword at Michael as soon as he was in range. Michael blocked with his left arm, the blade hitting the zector. Nicholas withdrew his sword and swung at Michael's right side. Michael raised his right arm and blocked, but this time sparks flew from the armor as the blade damaged it. Michael growled and swung his left armor into Michael's face, sending him stumbling back. Michael spin-kicked Nicholas in the head before he could recover. Nicholas was knocked unto his back; he quickly climbed back to his feet as his opponent leapt into the air and extended his leg for a kick.
"Cast off!" Nicholas quickly reached out and pulled his zector's tail back before slamming it back into position. Purple electricity was sent across his armor causing it to crack open.
"CAST OFF!"
The armor was sent flying off, slamming into Zabee in midair and sending him flying back. Sasword's armor was now much less bulky. His "eyes" were shaped like scorpion pincers and his cast-off armor was a darker color.
"CHANGE SCORPION!"
Zabee growled and pushed himself up. He flipped the wings on his zector forward, sending a yellow pulse of electricity through his armor and loosening it up. He rotated his zector around so that it was facing the opposite way. "Cast off!"
"CAST OFF!" The armor went flying off, revealing the yellow and black armor beneath. His helmet's lenses were just black circles resembling insect eyes.
"CHANGE WASP!"
Zabee raised his fist as Sasword raised his sword. The two were about to charge at each other again, but hesitated as they heard a low rumbling. They glanced around at the cliff side that served as part of their battleground. They glanced up to find several tons of rock falling toward them. The force of their two cast-offs had damaged the rock enough to set off an avalanche.
The two riders reached for their belts as the rockslide was almost on top of them.
"CLOCK UP!" two electronic voices announced and the rockslide slowed to a crawl.
The two charged each other and Sasword threw a kick at Zabee, hitting him in the chest and knocking him in a rock that was hanging suspended in midair. The sword-wielding rider charged and swung his sword, but Zabee leapt over him and landed on a large rock. Nicholas glanced back at him and stepped up onto another rock. The two stepped up the rocks, slashing, punching, and kicking at each other as they went.
"Rider slash!" Nicholas shouted, pulling the Sasword zector's tail free and slamming it back down again, sending a pulse of purple energy up to the scorpion tail on his helmet. The energy shot back down to the sword, which was instantly covered with dark purple venom.
"Rider sting!" Michael shouted, pressing a button on the Zabee zector and sending a pulse of energy up to his helmets antennae. The energy shot back down to the zector's stinger.
Nicholas swung his sword at Michael, who at the same time threw a punch. The two finishers collided and sent the two riders flying apart and out of the avalanche just as clock over occurred and the rocks resumed falling.
Michael grunted as he hit the ground. He pushed himself back to his feet and glanced over the large pile of earth and stone that separated him from his brother. Sasword was still standing though it looked like the rider sting had done some serous damage to him. Michael smirked under his helmet and stepped forward, but he collapsed in exhaustion and the Zabee zector detached from the brace, Michael's armor vanishing as it did.
"Ha, I win again," Sasword chuckled before turning away. He took several steps before he too collapsed and his zector released itself from the Sasword yaiba. Michael returned to human form as he fainted.