RWBY Belongs to RoosterTeeth with credit to the late Monty Oum.

English is admittedly not my first language but i like to think I'm decent enough at common-speak to be able to write a somewhat coherent narrative piece.

This is my first time trying anything of the sort so constructive criticism is very welcome. I'm not confident with the pacing of the story so any feedback of any sort would be helpful if I want to continue with this. I emulated 'Hover Car Racer' writing style-wise and tried my hand at commentary side by side with a narrative so feedback on that too would be great.


"Welcome all. Ladies and Gentlemen of Mistral and beyond, "sports commentator Sugar Ray bellowed for the crowd to hear.

"To the 74th Mistral Regional Tourney Finals, sponsored by the Schnee-Dust company and Pumpkin Pete," his partner Esther Evermillion added with equal flourish.

Sugar Ray: "This past fortnight has been one helluva ride hasn't it Miss Million."

Esther: "Indeed Sugar. Hundreds of Challengers from Mistral and beyond signed up for a shot at glory but alas…Only two made it out."

"And only one will stand," the ever boisterous Sugar riled up the crowd which replied in kind with a deafening roaring cheer.

Esther: "We have for the fourth time competing, Mistral's own Goddess of Victory and three-time Champion going for a record breaking fourth. She needs no further introduction …"


From the West Entrance of the Colosseum, the championess cat walked her way to the center of the arena with tortuously slow gait. With each step she took her blood-red hair bobbed and weaved left and right in rhythm. She found comfort in the clinking noise her spear made when it hit her shield with each step, more as a distraction from the cheering crowd than anything. With practiced grace she would send a wave in every direction with a plastic smile once in a while. The first time it had been exhilarating but the feeling of elation that followed every victory was numbed out with each win under her belt.

"PYRRHA 'INVINCIBLE GIRL' NIKOS."

If she'd thought the crowd was loud before then she was wrong, at the mere mention of her name the cheering got louder by several decibels to the threshold of pain. She'd done this before of course so she had gotten used to the tinnitus that followed every time. The walkway to the center of the arena was an intentionally long walk but she endured the muting static in her ears as she made her way, only stopping to smile and wave at her 'fans'. Reaching the arena, she fastened her thigh-high greaves and arm braces, checked the latch on her gorget to make sure it was secured properly before finally moving on to her breastplate, fastening the leather strap to its side.

With a whirl of her spear it shifted form into a Xiphos, in the other free hand she held a Dipylon shield. She situated herself into a relaxed guard as she waited for the commentator to finish the rundown and introduce her opponent whom she hoped won't forfeit like everyone else had before.


Sugar and Esther, patiently, waited for the crowd to quell its cheering to a manageable level before resuming with the commentary, the noise was such that even with stadium wide speakers the cheering would have drowned out anything they said.

"20 fights this season alone. 3 early stoppages and 17 forfeits. Truly, she is invincible. Can the challenger even compete," Sugar recited Pyrrha's seasonal record and looked to his partner to introduce the challenger.

"He can more than compete alright," Esther announced with a hearty chuckle.

Sugar Ray: "He dominated in the Group stage and much like our beloved Nikos, he too had 20 fights. With his thundering blows and blinding speed he racked up an All knockout record. "

Esther: "Tough rep from both contenders. Too bad reputation won't win you a fight."

Sugar Ray:"Without further ado Ladies and Gentlemen. From the East corner we have, and I quote, Aegis Academy's best and brightest, Ocean Eyes, Master of Storms, Icarus reborn…"


It was during a school field trip when he stumbled upon a poster advertising a local tourney. The prize was very tempting, a sponsorship with his favorite cereal brand Pumpkin Pete, which he hoped meant a lifetime supply of the sugary confec…'cereal'. He'd delegated the task of filling the registry form to his twin sister and now he was paying for his mistake.

"JAUNE 'THE TEMPEST' ARC."

Face flushed red from embarrassment, he jogged his way to the center of the stage towards his opponent. Some portion of the West-Wing audience had started chanting his various nicknames as they reveled in his embarrassment much to his dismay. He pulled his hood over his head to hide his reddened face as he picked up pace to the stage, luckily he'd worn his chest-plate over the garment to hide the Pumpkin Pete logo hidden beneath otherwise the humiliation would have worsened tenfold.

At the center of the arena ocean eyes met emerald eyes as the two warriors faced each other. Now face to face with quite possibly the toughest opponent he's faced in the tourney and probably ever, his demeanor changed from that of the cornered animal he was a second ago to that of a warrior with deadly intent in his eyes.

Both contender moved back to their starting positions, East and West respectively.

From his back strap Jaune pulled out a golden 'Jian' straight-sword with yellow tassels at the end, a weapon he'd picked up simply for its similarity to his name and to accommodate his light-footed style of combat. Stance wide, feet firmly planted aground and with his body lowered he held the sword proper with his dominant hand blade pointed frontwards and in the other hand he held the sheath in a reverse grip rested on his back. With the sword to attack from the front and the sheath to block any blind attacks, he was ready.


Sugar Ray: "Ladies and Gentlemen brace yourselves for this perfect display of West-Mistralian Sword and shield against the East's Sword and Sheath."

Esther: During my huntress days I've had the pleasure…rather displeasure of facing off against both styles. The West has absolute defense coupled with unrelenting offense, simple looking but very practical. The East capitalizes on the fluid agility of practitioners and lightning fast pin-point strikes, it's effective but in exchange for conventional techniques it looks impractical. They're t…

Sugar Ray: They're the exact opposite of each other. Fire and Water. Tiger and Dragon. Sun and Moon.

Esther: ...'sigh'...In a sense…yes. And like every style out there they aren't without their weaknesses…

Sugar Ray: 'tut' 'tut' now. That would be telling.

Esther: True. That's enough exposition…for now. Keep a sharp ear out during the fight for helpful commentary. I'll do my best to fill in the gaps and don't forget to look at the Aura meter for real time damage reports.


Jaune: █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █

Pyrrha: █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █


Sugar Ray: And with that…Are both contestants ready.

Esther: Arc was a little nervous at first but now he's in battle mode, the man looks like a starved Beowulf. Nikos, as always…cool as a cucumber and ready to kick ass. I think they're ready, but what does our audience think?

Sugar Ray: I don't know Esther. How about we ask them.

"…"

Both: MISTRAL. VALE. ATLAS. HOOLIGANS FROM VACUO.

Sugar Ray: ARE!

Esther: YOU!

Sugar Ray: READY!

Both: TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!


"RUMBLE," a deafening roar filled the Colosseum signalling the bout to begin.

Both fighters in their respective stances circled the arena for a few seconds, never breaking eye contact as they scanned the other for any weakness to exploit. Pyrrha had rested her Xiphos in the right side lobe of her shield which was positioned firmly in front of her to protect her midsection as she rigidly shuffled around the arena. Jaune on the hand had his Jian pointed to Pyrrha and the sheath to his back tip pointed skyward as he gracefully flowed around the arena with feather-light footing. Neither fighter had any openings to exploit as of yet, one of them would have had to attack first and peel away the other's defenses.

Shifting her Xiphos to its Musket form, Pyrrha was the first to attack with two burst-fire shots aimed at Jaune's head and midsection respectively. With fluid grace and without changing position, Jaune ducked aside the first wave of bullets aimed at his head and deflected the second wave going to his chest with the back of his Jian in a swipe sending the projectiles flying off into the Colosseum barrier.

Jaune: █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █

Pyrrha: █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █

Still on his guard Jaune shifted his footing readying himself for a forward, right foot forward flat on the ground and his left by the ball of foot. He put his weight into his left foot and rocketed forth towards Pyrrha with such speed it left behind a violent gust of wind. Within barely the blink of an eye he was within Pyrrha's guard, his sword had slipped past her shield through one the lobes and was aimed at the least protected area of her body, the shoulders. Courtesy of Aura, the penetrating force behind the blow was absorbed but some excess still carried through to the soft trapezius muscles.

The crowd had gone silent at the spectacle of the two fighters going all out from the start, never before had they seen someone push back 'the Pyrrha Nikos' in all her three years of competing, yet here she was, wary of her opponents with burning interest in her gaze.

Jaune: █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █

Pyrrha: █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █

Had she not backpedaled in time, her sword-arm would have been paralyzed by the thrust and the drain on her aura much more significant. With Jaune still in close range, she took pot-shots aimed at his abdomen, five to be exact, before cartwheeling a good three meters away from him. Two of her initial shot had connected with his chest-plate so there was no real damage to his being except the push-back from being shot by a rifle point-blank. The other three had connected somewhat successfully, two had grazed his side as they careened and the last one hit him squarely just below the solar plexus. Collectively taking away a chunky 9% of his aura, rounded off to 10%.

Jaune: █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ 91

Pyrrha: █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ 95


Sugar Ray: Barely a minute in and Nikos has already drawn first blood. Arc was doing well for himself at the start by pushing her back, even got a good light tap on her shoulder but looks like this match is in the Goddess' favor.

Esther: I'd like to agree with you there but not quite. Nikos is down by about 5% of her aura from just that 'light tap' on her shoulder. If she hadn't moved back, then the match would have ended right before it started.

Sugar Ray: The Aura meter didn't show anything any damage to Nikos though?

Esther: To make this finale more interesting, we're using the Atlas Standard Ten-Point deduction system. A point is deducted for every significant number-percentage close to 10% or for every critical hit delivered.

Sugar Ray: Basically don't get hit really hard ten times. Wouldn't that end the match too quickly?

Esther: Arc is a cautious and agile fighter; he'll be at an advantage if he can prolong the fight and tire Nikos out with his agility. And Nikos has the option of long range so if the going gets tough she can chip away his aura bit by bit from safety. It all works out in the end.

Sugar Ray: Fair Enough, though that was a bit too telling.

Esther: I doubt that. After that display, nothing else matters to them except for the opponent in-front of them. I don't even think they heard me…


Jaune had proven himself a lot more skilled than her previous opponents, going so far as to push her to fighting all out from the start. His fighting style was fluid yet erratic enough to bypass her guard without her notice, something which almost costed her the match earlier on. The two fighters now kept their distance from each other, a deadly silence passed between the two as they were now wary of the other. Shifting from its Musket form to its spear form, she rested the pole in the lobes and pushed towards her opponent with her shield now raised to just below eye-level.

Jaune who had but a moment to snap out of his observational trance moved in to meet Pyrrha in the middle. Pyrrha thrust her spear towards Jaune who spun out of its path and retaliated with a swing of the sword sheath aimed to her head only to be met by her shield. With her shield occupying his left hand, she aimed to thrust at his midsection with her spear only for him to sidestep the initial attack and evade the following flurry of leg sweeps, stabs and kicks. For every attack Pyrrha threw his way, he replied in kind by parrying her spear, the occasional kick which was met with her shield and at every opening with his straight sword which she would contort herself out of its path.

From the stands, the audience had taken to rhythmic banging of the chairs and whatever they had on hand in tune to every attack, parry and evasion.


Sugar Ray: Nikos is attacking like a madwoman. Stab. Stab. Shoot. Shoot. Kick. Stab. Sideswipe.

Esther: Arc is dodging every attack like a man possessed, rolling and spinning like a man on fire, retaliating like a wraith on drugs.

Sugar Ray: They've been at each other's throats for the past ten minutes and there's been more than a few solid hits on either side.

Esther: Arc's in the lead surprisingly making Nikos' to take a more aggressive stance than usual

Sugar Ray: Hold nothing back huh...I can live by that.


With winded breath and pained movement they both rushed in to attack, only to meet the other in the middle, sword clashed with shield and sheath parried spear away. An overhead kick from Jaune left him open to a knee kick to the gut. A mistimed shield-bash from Pyrrha left her open to a swipe at her neck from Jaune's straight-sword which was originally aimed at her exposed temple but thanks to a black miasma surrounding the blade, caused it to violently clash with her gorget instead with enough force to shatter the clutch side exposing her neck. Pyrrha backpedaled away from Jaune, far enough to throw her shield at him like a discus.

The shield flew straight at Jaune; he would have parried it away but it had too much spin/momentum that even a decent parry could only barely deflect it away from him or deflect it completely only at the cost of possibly disarming himself. With close to forty percent of his aura remaining, twelve percent more than Pyrrha, he still had a chance of winning so he gambled on his sword.

Jaune: █ █ █ █ 37

Pyrrha: █ █ █ 25

With the shield seconds away from his range he positioned his blade in a tilt that would have lead the shield into the concrete embedding it rending the Championess defenseless. Feet firmly planted aground in a horse stance for better poise he readied himself to receive. Inches away from his blade, the shield was coated in a familiar shroud of black aura, he'd noticed the phenomena earlier in the fight affecting his weapons but the effect was too subtle to pin-point. Up-close however, he saw the shield stall mid-spin causing it to veer slightly to the left connecting with his blade at an odd angle that sent it flying into left shoulder and would have been fatal had he not accounted for it's sudden directional change. Instead of digging into his shoulder, the spinning shield cut through his chest-plate's leather strap undoing the whole set as well as cutting through fabric, flesh and shoulder muscle drawing some blood. The chest-plate fell undone revealing the Pumpkin Pete logo for the world to see but at the moment he had an advantage to capitalize on so his wounded pride could wait till later. He had successfully parried the shield a foot into the concrete meaning at the moment Pyrrha could only attack.

Jaune: █ █ 21

Pyrrha: █ █ █ 25

What followed was a series of blunders that could only be attributed to a lapse in Judgement for the Championess. She'd thrown her shield at her opponent in order to blindside him with her semblance and cut down as much aura as she could, she'd accomplished that at least but the follow up was not what she had intended. The shield throw should have turned just enough to hit him in the face and knock him out, with the amount of aura he had the hit wouldn't have been fatal but it would have ended the fight then and there. Instead he'd parried the shield embedding it too deep into the concrete for her to retrieve in time to defend against his return fire and now he was charging at her with intent to finish the fight as well. She shifted her weapon from its Xiphos form she'd settled on for the past ten minutes of the bout into its rifle counterpart. She took aim at Jaune whom she'd expected to roll out of the way like he'd been doing the whole time but this time he was charging at her with a confident smirk, she reasoned to herself that Jaune thought he had enough aura left to tank the shots long enough to drain hers away. Her opponent apparently suicidal, she was assured of her victory so she fired thrice.

'Click' 'Click' 'Click'

Nothing. She was out of ammo and Jaune had known the whole time, too caught up in enjoying the challenge she'd forgotten to keep count of her ammo.

He was too close for her to shift her rifle back into its bladed counterparts so she resorted to using the musket as a blunt weapon instead. With a roar Jaune brought down his straight sword in an arcing sweep towards Pyrrha who took a kneel and met the sword overhead with the musket's barrel. The barrel having been made from a softer metal to accommodate its mechashift forms bent unto itself upon contact with the sword rending it useless thus leaving Pyrrha unarmed. Jaune's sword, an eastern make weapon built for flexibility over durability had taken a beating over the past two weeks and with the added strain of Pyrrha currently pushing it away with her Polarity, shattered. Unlike Pyrrha though, he still had another weapon he could use and a Semblance he'd yet to fully utilize. He turned to his sheath which he had secured onto the back-strap for quick draw techniques and blunt strikes only to find it levitating away from him rending him weaponless too.


Sugar Ray: Oooph, rookie mistake from the Champ there. She forgot to count her ammo.

Esther: Just goes to show that even the best of us make mistakes.

Sugar Ray: Can't blame her though, looks to me like this was her first real challenge in all her three years competing. She was enjoying herself too much she simply forgot.

Esther: This is by far the longest fight in her career, 17 minutes and still going strong.

Sugar Ray: Is it just me or is the wind picking up a little ...

Esther: 'smirk'


"You want to give up," for the first time during their fight Jaune broke the silence with a taunt.

"Not on your life. This is the most fun I've had. Ever," Pyrrha replied with smile equal parts sickeningly sweet and smug.

"Heh... Jaune Arc," he introduced himself to her, moving towards her with both fist held together in greeting. He had meant it as a simple introduction to a worthy opponent.

"Pyrrha Nikos," she interpreted the gesture as a sign of respect between equals so she reciprocated in kind by returning it.

What was to the two, a small gesture of respect meant much more to the present audience and absent observers in Mistral. To them it was a handshake between titans. A civilian gesture elevated to godhood. With bated breath they watched as the two met in the middle as their fists clashed in greeting.

The two parted from their greeting as they positioned themselves in front of the other, instead of going for their weapons they held their fists up. Jaune proceeded to remove his Armor, arm bracers, greaves and even his belt and hood much to the audience's surprise as he threw them outside the ring.

"I think I know your gimmick now, metal right," Jaune said to Pyrrha who didn't grace his question with a worded answer but with a smirk and a scoff as she levitated both their weapon remains out the arena placing them alongside his armor and hood.

"And I 'know' the secret to your 'thundering blows' and 'Speed'. Tempest, That's your Semblance isn't it, something to do with the wind," in turn he didn't answer with a worded reply but action.

A violent whirlpool of rotating air formed in his right as he threw a straight punch at her, a maelstrom of air rocketed towards her with a thundering boom caused by air displacement. Despite its speed the gust wasn't capable enough to harm Pyrrha's aura barrier, Jaune had meant it more as a confirmation to her question instead of an attack.

"You're about right," he replied as he readied himself into a boxing stance, fist held close together up to the chin with extra protection from his shoulder.

"Enough talk," Pyrrha said with a smirk as she too took up a boxing stance mirroring Jaune's own.

Jaune sidestepped left and right with blinding speed with air boosted footwork, courtesy of his semblance as he moved in closer to Pyrrha.

Mirroring his every movement with equal speed, a feat she achieved by using polarity on her greaves to pull herself forwards faster than she can normally. Whence Jaune had a passive increase in speed courtesy to his semblance, Pyrrha mimicked Jaune's application of his semblance and improvised on the spot to accommodate her lack of it.

Jaune was the first to attack with an air boosted drop kick which Pyrrha slipped under by sidestepping to his rear. With his back exposed, she threw a straight jab aimed at the back of his head only to be donkey-kicked away and pushed further back by a wall of air. With his balance regained, he took a hop step and jumped a good seven feet into the air before spinning mid-air and lashing out with his right leg in an axe-kick motion sending a whip of air towards Pyrrha who was dazed by the wall of air. With godly reflex, she sidestepped the blade of air barely evading it as it took out a handful of her red hair.

Despite not being in direct confrontation and a good few meters away from Pyrrha, Jaune bobbed and weaved to and fro building up momentum before lashing out with a flurry of jabs in the air sending gust after gust of concussive air-bullets towards Pyrrha. She weaved and slipped under every single one as she made for a beeline towards him.

With every desperate passing second she felt herself changing, getting stronger and in turn her Polarity evolved to match. With every gust of air Jaune shot out at her, dust and sand would accompany it making it to her face and clothing, now with greater control of her semblance than ever before she spread out her aura finely into the sand Jaune's 'Air Bullets' picked up. At first there was no reaction but soon after there was a pull, it was small but enough. Within the sand were traces of iron, microscopic traces but the sand was in large enough quantities to allow her to exert control of it in the form of Iron-Sand.

With a hop-step, she copied Jaune's earlier 'air whip' but instead attempted it with sand. As she reached the peak of her spin she lashed out a kick directing a whip of blackened sand towards him.

Faster than he could comprehend, a tendril of black sand smacked into his face with enough force to lightly daze him. Pyrrha hadn't expected it to be of any effect on the first try, rather she had intended it to blind him long enough for her to get a decent one-two combo on him.

Jaune: █ █ 15

Pyrrha: █ █ 19

With his eyes still flushing out the sand he was left vulnerable to an attack that could come from anywhere, this left him with two options; one: trust his poor instincts two: attack in every direction.

He took the only logical option. He fell on all fours as he balanced his body on his hands and started to spin his legs in a hand-glide. Thanks to his sisters' insistence on him attending their every dance lessons he had in his repertoire a plethora of useless skills that he could use, It was after all just break-dancing applied to a fight. Focusing the wind into his legs he spun around faster and faster as he picked up more and more wind directed in a circular formation, the result was an arena-localized mini tornado that lasted for only all of five seconds but it was enough time for his eyes to flush out the sand and the wall of air generated by the tornado kept Pyrrha at bay as well as drain her aura by a decent chunk leaving her with one bar.

Jaune: █ █ 16

Pyrrha: █ 11


Sugar Ray: Ladies and Gentlemen. "The Tempest"


With the match nearing its climax the audience now stood on the edge of their seats with cheers going either way, with supporters now perfectly divided between the Champion and Knight. Bookmakers frantically placing last minute bets, with odds changing for every attack and counter. Worldwide, absent observers now had their eyes and ears glued onto their scrolls and radios respectively.


Pyrrha's POV

I don't know when I actually started but in that moment when I found myself being rag-dolled by a tornado I was laughing my ass off, common sense was screaming at me to panic and do something, anything, but something inside just switched and I found myself lost in the moment. Going against everything my trainers and father drilled into me, I started improvising, mimicking my opponent…I didn't even think I had it in me…the arrogance…but I even started taunting my opponent.

I can feel a couple of my ribs out of place, torn ligaments, a splitting headache and my muscles feel like they're on fire but right now, none of that matters. I just want this fight to last forever.

I know I'm losing, just one more good hit and I'm going down.

That should terrify me but by Oum …am I excited.

I'm not sure if the thought of 'losing' is what excites me or if it's the thought of winning despite my odds.

My eyes meet his for a moment, and he hurls a straight jab at me. I could have dodged it but instead I brave it. Behind the stinging pain I feel intent behind his every punch. Heart, Body and Soul, like a master craftsman with his masterpiece he poured his all into it.

So…I return his kindness…tenfold.


"Hahahahahahaha," Pyrrha cackles like a madwoman as she dives straight into Jaune's guard and the two immediately start trading punches in close quarters. Like a common-cold, her maniacal cackling glee spreads to Jaune who starts grinning like a man possessed as he follows suit engaging the Champion in a slug-fest.

The arena goes silent for the third time, or was it the fourth, in the last half-hour as the crowd witnesses a trade-off between the Knight and Champion. Only the sound of punching and groaning can be heard in all corners of the arena. Despite the coliseum's size their exchange carries through and echoes throughout the structure, almost as if they were the only ones present.

For every punch the other receives they retaliate with their own, slowly making their aura meters trickle down until their respective levels are evenly matched.

Jaune: █ 3

Pyrrha: █ 3


Sugar Ray: "…wow."

Esther: "…Arc has superior speed but lacking in power whereas Nikos is the exact opposite. They're so evenly matched it's not even funny. This last attack will decide the winner…so…"


Jaune's POV

This girl is a monster. Ha-ha-ha, I just clocked her square in the temple and she just laughed it off like a maniac then hit me back twice as hard in the gut. A weaker man would have doubled over and whined about the pain but that's not me anymore, that boy grew up when he went to Aegis.

My right eye's swollen shut, I can't feel my legs 'at all' and to make matters worse I'm fairly sure I shouldn't be able to taste purple, despite all the pain I'm feeling right now I'm ready and itching for more.

I am Aegis Academy's Best and Brightest, and I'm going to show that to the world with this last attack.


Both fighters stood a meter apart from the other, black and blue with bruises all over and knuckles bleeding from repetitive clashing with aura. They each took a whizzing breath and with a roar they charged at each other.

"ARRRRRGH."

Jaune struck at the exact moment Pyrrha did, both fists connecting with their respective targets as the fighters moved past each other to stand back-to-back like Samurai of old after a duel.

The sound of an aura barrier shattering echoed throughout the Colosseum followed by a buzzer ringing out stadium-wide, signalling the end of the bout. The ever boisterous and lovably loud commentator Sugar Ray announced the winner over the speakers with exuberant flair ...

"…The Winner …and now Four Time Champion: PYRRHA NIKOS."

Jaune: X 0

Pyrrha: █ 1

Behind the Championess, the Knight fell on his knees with a thud and before the rest of his body could join he was caught by two shivering arms hugging around his chest and found his body being lifted off the ground. Looking to his side to meet his helper, ocean eyes met emerald eyes once again as Pyrrha slung her arm around his neck to keep him upright as she took his hand in hers and lifted it up in celebration.

The crowd stood on the edge of their seats as they shouted cheers for the Invincible Victor and Honorable Loser,as she weakly lifted hers and Jaune's hands up in cheer they both lost consciousness arm in arm.


Sugar Ray: True to her namesake 'The Goddess of Victory' prevailed once more and like Icarus of myth, Arc flew too close to the sun and he fell.

Esther: It was poetry in Motion.

Sugar Ray: PYRRHA NIKOS has just made history. She has won the Regional not just once...

Esther: ~Not twice~

Sugar Ray: ~Not thrice~

Esther: But a record breaking ~Four times~.

Sugar Ray: She may have won the trophy and the sponsorship but Arc deserves some credit. The man fought like a demon revived, with the grace of a falling leaf and the ferocity of a raging typhoon...

Esther: Master of Storms indeed... we just received word from the judges and they've just now decided on the recipient of the esteemed M.V.P title. Sugar if you would please…

Sugar Ray: *clears throat*…The Most Valued Participant for the 74th Mistral Regional Tournament ~iiisss~…'drum-roll please'

Esther: '* * drum-roll * * '

Sugar Ray: …Jaune Arc.

Esther: After that show there ain't nobody to say otherwise. He earned it fair and square.

Sugar Ray: It has been a pleasure Ladies and Gentlemen, but that's all from us. Enjoy the festivities and make sure to greet the various dignitaries who have graced us with their presence today.

Esther: If you want your mind blown a second time don't forget to check the replays on loop on very screen in the Coliseum.

Both: Thank you and hope to see you in Vale for the ~Vytal Festival~.

Esther: ~ Toddles ~


A/N : I couldn't figure out good names for sports commentators that would fit the color theme of RWBY so i just used my fav Boxer of all time Sugar Ray Robinson and a random name i got from a random name generator.

I might continue with this in my free time, this one took me a single sitting so it shouldn't be too hard.

Edit: I didn't actually spellcheck most of this so some glaring grammar and spelling issues have been fixed. The ones i could find that is