This is for the "A Winner is You!" competition,

http://en. is a site to tell you about Lancer, if you don't know who he is.

Disclaimer: i do not own the tournament, Lancer, or a section of this story, except in a certain way, shape, and form.

Lancer (also known as "Cu Culainn") was currently smooth talking a young woman with brown hair and green eyes; they were at a candlelit dinner at a reasonably priced restaurant.

He told a joke and the woman laughed.

It wasn't just that Lancer was good at talking to woman, it was an ability he had, a 'power'.

'So, darling, I heard that you're moving out to Italy.'

She giggled. 'Yes, but I could change it. I could stay here with you.'

Lancer laughed. 'I couldn't ask you to do that.' Then his face got close to hers 'How about a goodbye present?'

The woman smiled and bent over to him, lips parted.

Lancer was about to do the same, but stopped.

'This is just too easy' he thought.

Lancer got up suddenly 'I have to go, urgent business.' He announced.

He gave the woman a peck on the cheek 'Sorry, I hope you have a pleasant time in Italy.'

The woman gave a slight hurt face. 'Ok, hope I see you again.'

Lancer gave a cocky smirk 'Don't worry, I'm sure we will.' With that, he ran off into the streets.

After he was a far enough distance, he walked towards the forest where he lived, as he had not bought a house, he had a job, but it didn't pay too well, and he had always preferred to live in the wild.

'It's just too easy' he thought. 'My 'power', strange that i have it though, considering that was the Lancer before me that had it... right? It just gets control of Woman, and they are simply too easy to control, and I'm too darn nice for my own good. What I need is a good fighter, like Saber.'

He chuckled 'not exactly my type, but at least she wouldn't be controlled, course, we were enemies.'

Lancer stopped at the edge of the forest. 'Come to think of it, I'm getting a bit out of practice, there hasn't been a war for the Grail for a while, as it's destroyed, and there will probably never be a war again.' He seemed to think hard for a minute. 'I should find some sort of tournament, a battle, but it can't be just anyone, they have to be dangerous, deadly, especially the ladies.'

Lancer smirked, and then lost his grin. 'But where could I find a tournament like that…'

With that, he switched on his radio pen, the only bit of electronics he had, and listened in.

As fate would have it, he heard this.

Are you a fighter who wants to prove their skill? Show their superiority? Want a wish and big cash? Then enter the "A Winner is You!" tournament, where only the strong can belong Humans, Spirits, Demons etc. come one, come all!

Then it said, in a softer voice. The name "A Winner is You!" is subject to possible change, we are not responsible for any injuries you may get from this tournament, if you die through accident, you cannot sue. Come to 12 Nonexistent Road, Utopia.

Lancer gave a smirk and took off the radio pen. 'Well now, that sounds like the kind of tournament I've been looking for.'

With that, he zoomed to his destination.

Lancer looked around the place, it was impressive, he had to admit.

They were standing near the middle of a huge, circular room. The room was about one hundred feet in diameter, with ten-foot-wide balconies on the rim. The balconies formed a giant spiral going up to the massive and awe-inspiring domed ceiling, with multiple large gates leading to the eight wings of the mall on each story. A half-dozen transparent elevators lined the inside of the balconies, providing a quicker method of travel for the rushed or lazy. Beautiful fountains, comfortable benches, and carefully chosen foliage decorated the floor of the room, along with an undecorated central stage, which the contestants clustered along one or two edges of. Some sat on the edge of the stage, talking down to the others and enjoying the perceived height difference granted by a simple four-foot ledge.(A/N1)

Lancer looked around at the contestants; there were humans, aliens, demons, and an assortment of strange creatures, all looking ready for a fight.

'My kinda people' he said, with a big grin on his face.

There was a hushed silence. Obviously the owner of this contest was coming.

After being amused that the host was made of chocolate. Lancer's eyes scanned the crowd, but he heard the gist of the tournament, he would be fighting people, there would be no killing, and try not to damage the mall too much.

Lancer leaned on one of the walls, his spear appeared in his hand, and he twirled it experimentally. 'Bring it on' he thought.

(A/N1) I do not own that paragraph, if you look at the story "A Winner is You!" you will see the exact same paragraph., I am merely using it to say what the place looks like, perhaps its pointless, if avatar137 does not like it, i will eliminate it immediately.

Well, hope its good.

I have one more to enter, Deadpool!

GO DEADPOOL!... hem hem. anyway, read on.