Teaching Spike to Robattle

Disclaimer – yeah, natsume owns this stuff

Story idea, well pretty self explanatory, placed sometime after my first fic, um well yeah.

"WHAT YOU LOST, AGAIN, AGAIN, AGAIN. Wait; no yeah that's what I wanted to say." A raspy Samantha blared at the top of her lungs to an unfortunate spike.

"Um, well, yeah, about that boss…"

"Don't call me boss. Two reasons why you should stop calling me boss! One, its very annoying. Two I'm not you're boss anymore."

"What you're, you're kicking me out!" Samantha then literally did that. Kicking Spike out of the dark alley the screws had set up temporary office in.

"And don't come back Till' you're better!" was the last thing spike heard in the alley.

When he landed he crashed into a leg. The leg of a tall person. This leg had one half of a pair of blue jeans on. The other leg had the other half. A tee shirt was on this legs upper body, it had the infamous Monty python symbol, "It's just a flesh wound!" and a picture of the black knight. A blue metabee was walking next to him pointing at some new Medabots the leg's body's father had designed. "Here's one, an STG, y' know like sumilidon." The medabot was named metablue. The medafighter that controlled him was Tom.

"Are you kidding, wait no that was his design, damn you metablue!" At that point a flying spike hit the tall Tom's leg. It was most like a puppy grabbing onto the leg of its owner. Thud! "Oh hello spike."

"Hi Tom. I guess you heard that argument I had with boss back there."

"STOP CALLING ME BOSS!"

"Actually I didn't hear a thing."

"Oh, well pretend you did."

"Um, okay then, um, gee, well, I, err, um, well ya' see, that is…"

"OH THANK YOU FOR FEELING SO SORRY FOR ME! But, but, how can you help."

"Um, well, I guess I can, uh, well y' know…"

"You really will help me win a robattle!"

"Um, yea, well uh, Sure why not."

Tom had no clue what was going on. Metablue didn't give a damn; he just wanted to find more Medabots designed by Tom's dad. Tom's best guess was spike had a grudge match against some kid and needed someone's help. Tom wasn't sure why he didn't ask Samantha or something but hey!

Later at the Hop-mart Tom decided to find who the match was against so he could train spike better. "So um spike, who is this match against any way?"

"Um, I think," his eyes scanned the gang minus Samantha and Sloan spread about the hop mart, "Koji, yeah definitely koji."

"Ah, I see, I think." Actually he had no clue. Tom was wondering what grudge drove spike against such a skilled opponent. But it wasn't his place to ask so train he must.

Later Tom went down to a murky swamp on the edge of town. Dragging spike with him.

"Why is this necessary boss? I mean I want to robattle and all but why come here?"

"Because you are not yet close to ready to battle with such an excelled user of the dark side young padawan. Train you must, good you will become."

"What the hell was that boss?"

"I don't know, but trust me. Koji focuses on mobility right?"

"Right"

"So you want a battle field where his mobility is limited right?

"Right"

"This looks like a promising place to me. All right we're here."

Spike looked across the muck and mire. It looked like the rest of the swamp that they had crossed; only it smelled worse. "Why here boss?"

"Because I have done some geo scans, samples and personal tests and this area up ahead is the worst of it all."

"Yeah, great sumilidon won't be able to move, but I don't want to have to deal with the long walk. And I don't think koji will either."

"Okay then new location!"

"Boss"

"Yes Spike."

"One problem."

"What spike?"

"We're stuck"

"AW-

After Tom uttered a sentence full only of four letter interjections, to mature for this story, he actually grabbed spike pulled him out of the mud and threw him 300 feet to the dry side of the swamp. Where Metablue timely dodged while standing by a giant pile of catalogs and in the middle of reading a big one. Ten minutes later Tom arrived. Metablue spoke, "Here's another design you're father made, three actually, Dog mark's one two and three. Oh and watch where you're throwing people."

"Fine whatever; let us go we have much plot to cover."

"Boss, why don't you train me against one of your own grapple Medabots? I mean they're your own design so if I can beat a grappler who is commanded by his own creator koji should be nothing right?"

Tom looked at spike I shock. But suddenly his face brightened. "GOOD GOD YOU'VE GOT IT MAN! Off to the secret lair!"