Sore Loser
Naruto somersaults backward, avoiding another projectile aimed straight for his heart. He blocks the next few hits, dropping down to swipe Gaara's feet out from under him. He uses the moment of awkwardness to launch a combination of kicks and punches he knows will steadily work its damage. He is thrown back when an upper cut catches him below the chin, tossing him in the air and landing him flat on his back. An evil laugh sounds.
"Crap, that one hurt," he thinks to himself, worried of the end that might be near. He jumps to his feet and tries to block the oncoming attacks, but he is badly weakened and all his attempted to gain the upper hand are feeble at best.
"Finish him!" a deep voice commands. Naruto watches in horror as his character's heart is ripped out on screen. "Hahaha! Fatality." Naruto throws down the control in anger. Gaara glances over in amusement.
"You were saying?"
"Argh!" Naruto yells. He picks up the controller again hastily, clicking the button to continue. "Best out of seven!" he shouts fiercely.
Gaara shakes his head but he is smiling. Sometimes, Naruto really doesn't know when to quit.