MwM: Sup erbody, I'm sure a lot of people wondered, "Hey Merc? WTF man? What da Hell happened to ya? You were making dis badass story about dis White Sox fan duelist, who kicked ass and you dropped off the planet after the first 7 chapters. The answer, I've had a lot of sh*t going on at that time and I never got back to it. Well people, I'm feeling the groove a bit. And if you people have any ideas about a plot for this story, big or a 1 episode thing, PM me. I might use it, I might not, I'll make sure to give credit.

Ditka: What da hell is dis? You too lazy to right your own damn story?

MwM: Coach? dis ain't ESPN.

Ditka: I might not know anything about card games. But I sure as hell know about people and if you can't kick the other guy's ass, then you lost the battle buddy!

MwM: Coach, I'm in no mood. Da Packers just won da Super Bowl, you think I want to talk about a certain team from a certain town, that's known for their great pizza, right now.

Ditka: It'll show up eventually.

MwM: Hopefully by the time that Chapter is up, da Bears are champs again, or at least my boy D-Rose is MVP.

Ditka: Hold your breath.

Chapter One:

In this world, children's card games are the most popular passtime. The world's top professional duelists are seen as monarchs in the movement of Duel Monsters. Since it's discovery by Maximillion Pegasus several years ago, the game has revolutionized with the help of Seto Kaiba and his Duel Disk System. The president of Kaiba Corp. had once again created a large leap for dueling by creating the first institute for dueling. This is Duel Academy. Here, young duelists learn to be the best at this card game. The students of this institution are the leaders of the future movement of Dueling. This story one boy who will become one of those.

It was blurry, but he could still see pretty well. The teenager was sitting in the corner of the ring, someone telling him to do something, but he couldn't hear it, just a buzz. It was like he had entered a world where the only thing he could concentrate on was his body and his opponent, and the bell, round 3. After it rang, he got up and faced his opponent, with his glove covered fists raised. One jab missed it's target, his as well. They continued to try shots, some landed, but none major. Suddenly, he caught his opponent off guard and got in close. He put in some knee shots to the chest, one two three. He remembered what he was taught to do, bred to do, born to do. That was fight, and continue to fight. Then got his opponent and slammed him to the ground, the shockwave cause his opponent to become disorientated and he went in for the final punches to the head. The ref called it, knockout.

"Winner!" The ref put up the winning fighter's hand. A crowd cheered as the winner was announced. A few people from his side of the ring came up to him, high fiving and congratulating him on the W. His hearing, his feeling, it returned to him.

Later in the locker room, the winner was changing. He was pretty well built for an early 16 year old. His birthday came and went just a few weeks ago. He had a great muscular build, at around 185 lbs, and a 5'11 frame. He took a look at his black fighting gloves with his emerald eyes and began to stroke his moist light brown medium length hair. Suddenly he heard a noise coming from a locker stall. He went up to one, and opened it. As he did, a little boy, about 9, fell out. He looked vaguely similar to him.

"Mikey, what are ya doing here?" The teen asked the 9-year old.

"Sorry, Don. But I just couldn't help it. I was on my way from playing with the guys, and I wanted to see your fight." Mikey explained. Don let out a sigh, grabbed his bag.

"Does Mom know you stopped to see my fight?" Don asked him, and only received a sheepish nod. "Mikey, she's pro'lly worried sick 'bout ya right now."

"I'm sorry, but I'm a grown up! I can take care of myself!" Mikey yelled out proudly.

"You can't even cut ya steak by yourself." Don explained as he put a hand on Mikey's shoulder.

"It was tough!" Mikey shouted.

"Ya were using a butter knife!" Don retaliated, he pressed his finger and thumb between his eyebrows.

"Am I in trouble?" Mikey wondered silently.

"I'll help ya out when we get home." Don reassured his little brother. "Come on, we better get home before it's gets any later." He said as he signaled Mikey to follow him out of the building.

It was getting late, but the since it was summer, the sun was still out in the Windy City of Chicago. Don Kane wasn't your typical 16 year old. He was strong, courageous and loved his city.

"What? You were playing ball Mikey?" Don asked his little brother.

"Yep! I wanna be just like Paul Konerko when I grow up!" Mikey responded, holding his bat up like he was about to swing it.

"Well I'm sure Paulie doesn't swing at my crotch." Don said, putting his arms on the bat.

"That was some fight Don, it was like pow! pow!" Mikey started making punching and kicking jestures, and added sound effects to it. "And then you took him out with that Muey Thai hold! I wanna be a fighter just like you!"

"Jeez, fighter, baseball player...kids." Don could only sum it up with one word.

"So how about your dueling?" Mikey asked, pointing at Don's deck box.

"Well, it's been a little while since I threw down with a worthy opponent..." As they continued to walk they noticed a noise coming from an alley way.

"Attack him directly Gil Garth!" A voice shouted as someone yelled out in defeat. Don went on the scene.

"You lost cry baby!" The thuggish man said as he cornered the loser of the duel. "Hand over your rarest card."

"That's not fair! I shouldn't have to give you my rarest card. It's illegal to have an ante rule." The man responded.

"I make my own rules punk! Now give me your card, or I'll take my time beating your face in!" The thug threatened. But Don saw enough.

"Mikey go home now." Don said to his brother. Mikey stared at Don, who's eyes were fixated on the scene. He started to back away, but never actually left. Don whistled for the thug's attention.

"Hey buddy! Why don't your pick on someone ya own size? Or closer to it at least." Don yelled to him, but the thug was not amused by his antics. He began to walk up to Don.

"Ya got something to say kid?" He replied, getting in Don's face.

"First, mint?" Don said cleverly spoke, which angered the man. "Second, if you like hastling defensless people, den why not try someone who can fight back and den some."

The thug started laughing, he found Don's courageous efforts amusing.

"You're something else kid. Tell you what." He proposed holding up a card (Zoa) in his hand. "This is the card that I won from that pathetic shrimp. If you win, then I'll hand it over and leave you guys alone. But if you lose, then I'll take a card from your Deck of my choosing. Got it?"

"With gusto." Don answered.

"Don catch!" Mikey yelled throwing his duel disk to Don.

"Didn't think you were gonna leave anyway." Don admitted to his brother's presence.

"You ready for the pain twerp?" The thug asked.

"The only currency I accept. Would you like to make a withdrawl?" Don said.

DUEL!

Don LP 4000 Thug LP 4000

"I'll start kid!" He said drawing and looking at his hand. "I'll start by playing this card." He said showing his spell card. "Fiend Sanctuary!" As he said it, a large metallic worm-humanoid token appeared (0/0). "My new Fiend Token can be summoned directly from my spell card. But he won't be around for long. Now I activate the Spell Card Tribute Doll!" He said revealing another Spell. "With this card, I can tribute 1 monster and Special Summon a level 7 monster from my hand. The one I select is the one I just took from my little friend over there. Zoa!" The stolen monster appeared on his new owner's field and let out a large roar and his red eyes glowed in the darkness. (2600/1900). "But for now, I'll place 1 card facedown and call it a turn!" He concluded.

"He doesn't know that I've been waiting to add this particular card to my deck for quite some time now. He has no idea what he's gotten himself into."

"My move." Don declared drawing.

"I activate my trap card!" The man revealed his trap. "Metalmorph!" As he said a metallic force jumped from the card and onto Zoa, creating a new monster. "Behold the ferocious Metal Zoa!" The Thug declared as his new monster appeared. (3000/2300)

"This new monster is everything but unstoppable!" The thug flaunted his new monster about. "You can begin to gravel in mercy kid. It might change my mind, but after that mint remark, I'm not so..."

"If you don't mind, I'd like to win dis." Don interrupted his speech, which angered the man.

"Fine just make your move your slime." The thug permitted.

"Now, I activate the Spell Card, Hanger Explosion XIII!" Don revealed his card, showing a blast of dust and debris and a sillouette of Cannon Soldier. "With dis card, I can discard 1 machine-type monster from my hand, and draw 2 cards." He said discarding his Machine and then drawing. "Now I activate the Spell Card, Black Market!" He said revealing his second spell which depicted a market stand with a shady character selling firearms and bombs. "With this Spell, when I summon a Machine-Type monster, I can place 2 Black Counters on this card." He explained. "Next I summon Dark Bomb Hellfighter!" Don summoned his first monster, a large black humanoid WWII Aircraft, with two large claws and a shark-like face on the nose-torso. (1800/1200) As Don promised, 2 Black Counters were placed in the Black Market bizzare. "Next since I have a DARK Machine in play, I can Special Summon dis guy from my hand, say hello to Bomb Collector." His new monster was a Cyborg like man with black goggles on and held two black bombs in his hands and was levitating, thanks to a hover pod. (0/1600) That put another 2 counters on the black market.

"Now I destroy Black Market, In order to Special Summon 1 level 4 or lower DARK Machine from my Deck, hand or Graveyard!" Don explained. "The one in question is another Dark Bomb Hellfighter!" (1800/1200) his twin fighters began to link their energy with the Bomb Collector.

"What's going on!" The thug wondered.

"With my fighters in play, it makes Bomb Collector very useful. You see, now they are linked to him. Which means when they win, he's win." Don explained.

"That doesn't make any sense! None of them wins against Metal Zoa!" He yelled.

"Tsk Tsk!" Don made a finger waggling jesture. "You don't know what my bomb deck is capable of. I attack with Dark Bomb Hellfighter number 1!" He declared as his black fighter unleashed a barage of missiles at the stronger metal fiend.

"Do what you want, Metal Zoa is monuments stronger than that pile of junk!"

"Watch what you call junk ass! I activate the effect of Dark Strike Exploder from my hand!" Don revealed his level 1 monster and sent it to the Graveyard. "By discarding it, I can prevent my Machine's destruction, but not only that, reverse the role. Instead your monster is the one going to the Graveyard buddy!" He explained as his monster shot out Dark Strike Exploder, which let out a chuckle as it exploded and destroyed Zoa. "Also, when Dark Strike Exploder offs a monster, half of that card's ATK comes out of ya score."

"No! Can't be!" The thug yelled as his creature was obliterated.

Don LP 4000 Thug LP 2700

"Oh and by da way. When Dark Bomb Hellfighter wins a fight. I can take a DARK machine in my Deck and send it to the Graveyard, and then dish out damage to your lifepoints equal to 100 x the level of the monster. I'm sending a level 5 monster to the Grave." Don explained showing his monster.

Don LP 4000 Thug LP 2200

"Oh and another ting, tall dark and gruesome!" Don called out. "When I said that my Bomb Collector links himself to my other machines, well here's where it get's interesting. When damage is inflicted to my opponent, all the damage is linked to my Bomb Collector and he gains ATK equal to the damage you received. Right now, he's at 1800." He said as his bomb collector laughed and grew. (0+1800=1800/1600) "And I think now's the best time to use those points right Collector! Go!" Don commanded his juggling cyborg to attack.

Don LP 4000 Thug LP 400

"Impossible!"

"Quite, but that's my favorite thing, redefining dat word. Dark Bomb Hellfighter, call it a game!" Hellfighter launched his automatic turret fire and knocked the thug on the ground.

Don LP 4000 Thug LP 0000

"Alright Don!" Mikey yelled out, which Don gave a thumbs up.

"Alright guttermouth, hand over da Zoa card, and get da Hell outta here!" Don demanded, but as the man got up, he decided to make his own rules.

"I told you idiot! I make my own rules!" He said charging at Don with a lead pipe. But he was met with baseball bat to the gut, and then he was punched in the face by Don. Don dropped the bat and threw the guy out of the alley and he left on his own power.

"Thank you." The victim thanked Don for his deed.

"Don't sweat it. Just take dis." Don said, handing him his Zoa card.

"Really? You don't want anything from me?" He asked.

"Of course not. I don't need anything from you." Don explained. "Except your thanks friend." Don reassured the guy and he walked away.

"Way to go bro." Mikey cheered as his brother picked up the bat.

"I'd wash dat when you get home." Don said, which reminded him. "Oh shit."

"Mom's gonna be pissed!" Mikey reminded. "And it's not like we can tell her what happened."

"I'll never see light again!" Don processed the thought. "She can barely stand da thought of me fighting. We'd better get running Mikey." He told his little brother as they ran through the blocks of south Chicago.

I don't know when the next chapter will be up. Hopefull within the next few days. I'm not on a schedule, if I have time I'll get this done. But next chapter, one letter might change Don's life. Guess who comes knocking, or mailing...or...uh...

Ditka: What da hell is this?

MwM: Not right now coach.

Ditka: You want to keep dees people waiting? Did people wait when da Bears won da Super Bowl?

MwM: Yes! Quite a while in fact!

OC CARDS:

Hanger Explosion XIII

Normal Spell Card

Discard 1 Machine-Type monster in your hand. Draw 2 cards from your Deck.

Black Market

Continuous Spell Card

When you Normal or Special Summon a Machine-Type monster, place 2 Black Counters on this card. You can destroy this card to Special Summon 1 DARK Machine-Type monster from your Deck, whose level is equal to or lower than the numbers of Black Counters on this card.

Dark Bomb Hellfighter

DARK Machine/Effect *4

ATK 1800/DEF 1200

When this card destroys a monster, you can send 1 DARK Machine-Type monster in your Deck to the Graveyard. If you do, inflict damage to your opponent equal to the level of the sent monster x100. When this card is destroyed and sent to the Graveyard, you can Special Summon 1 DARK Machine-Type monster from your Graveyard, except "Dark Bomb Hellfighter".

Bomb Collector

DARK Machine/Effect *4

ATK 0/DEF 1600

You can Special Summon this card from your hand, if you control a face-up Machine-Type monster. When damage is inflicted to your opponent by either battle or effect by a Machine-Type monster, increase the ATK of this card by the amount of damage inflicted (Max. 2500.) When this card is destroyed, you can Special Summon 1 DARK Machine-Type monster whose ATK is equal to or lower than the ATK of this card when destroyed.

Dark Strike Exploder

DARK Machine/Effect *1

ATK 0/DEF 0

During either player's Damage Step, when a DARK Machine-Type monster you control battles an opponent's monster, you can discard this card. If you do, your monster is not destroyed and you take 0 damage. Also, destroy your opponent's monster and inflict damage to your opponent equal to half of the ATK of the destroyed monster.

This are all owned by me, and invented by me, used by Don.