An IDA Story

The IDA Ultimate Tournament

A Story of Four Badasses Aiming for the Top

"GOOD MORNING BASE PRIME!" Exclaimed a chipper voice over the loudspeakers, hanging on the walls. "It's the Official Report, your go-to-information within the Inter-Dimensional Agency and beyond, featuring your hosts Official Rick,"

"And the always awesome Official Slick!" Cheered another voice, this one slightly gruffer then Rick's. "Today's weather reports include light cloudy layers above the City, slight storms over the Forest, and a SHITLOAD OF BLOOD AND DISMEMBERMENT, HOO-YEAH!"

"Yes, as my obnoxiously loud co-host has stated," Rick said with a sigh. "Today is a momentous day in Base Prime's history, as of twelve o'clock PM today, the IDA Ultimate Tournament commences! For those of you who don't know, the Ultimate Tournament is an extreme fighters combative tournament located in the now sectioned off section of Base Prime, which is now inaccessible to non-combatants and Upper Councilors, in which combatants will viciously battle one another to the death (with the rule that anyone who dies is revived and removed from the roster) to become the Ultimate Champion."

"You got it, Ricky!" Slick said. "And stakes are high this year. Previous tournaments have had the prize being something material, like gold or status or booze."

"That last one was you. I remember." Rick remarked. "Granted, you were disqualified, but still, it was a good call."

"But this new reward is something REALLY special!" Slick continued, ignoring his partner's recollection. "The head honcho himself, Zedekiah Strong, has decided to personally grant a single wish of whoever defeats the Ultimate Champion! I am not tripping here… at least I think I'm not."

"You've got a joint on your desk that you haven't put out." Rick snarkishly commented. "So, probably. But in all honesty, Zedekiah is actually going to grant a single wish to a victorious winner, with absolutely no restrictions or strings attached."

"For instance, you can wish for all the Loa Dust you want or all the bottles of Jack Daniels you want! A dream come true!" A crash sounds in the background. "It's alright, I fell off my chair."

"You're an addict." Rick groaned. "But as grand as this reward is, it does not come without its risk. With the promise of a wish as a reward, numerous deadly fighters have entered the tournament, some Agents and Officials, others from neutral powers, and several members of the Army of Abominations, reluctant Order of Purity representatives, and captive Shard Elitists and minions vying for their freedom. Competition is so thick, you can cut it with a chainsaw!"

"In addition, this is the first time that the Ultimate Tournament has allowed group factions to participate," Slick said. "Causing numerous groups to form complete territories in the newly dubbed Ultimate Arena, ranging in sizes to a small neighborhood to nearly an entire city! All I can say is, thank GOD I'm in this cushy radio booth with an asshole!"

"Can't agree with you anymore, you are an asshole." Rick joked, much to Slick's dismay. "The two of us will be providing full-color commentary on points of interest throughout the entire Tournament, and can be viewed from the massive screens displayed throughout all Base Prime. Once again, this is Official Rick,"

"And Official Slick-ity-doo-dah!"

"Wishing all the competitors good luck, and don't die too quickly out there!"

Author's Note: And now we actually reveal who the IDA really is. For a quick explanation: the IDA, or Inter-Dimensional Agency, is a multi-universal organization dedicated on bringing balance to the Universal Nexus with both light and dark. Located within Base Prime, a large Pocket Dimension wedged between the Universe of Things-That-Fell-Behind-The-Couch and the Realm of Perpetual Sleet, they gather the best, brightest, boldest, and strongest from all universes to help create Universal Stability. Here we have a text-book example of a leisure activity, the Ultimate Tournament.

Author's Note 2.0: This is a reader driven story. At the end of specified chapters, you the readers will dictate where the story goes via options posted in the Author's Note section. The votes will be tallied within two weeks of the time the prompt chapter is released, and the winning vote will be the next course of the chapter. Just know that it will influence the story in both good and bad. The choice is yours, readers.