OMFfanfic2

Disclaimer: This is my second OMF fanfic. Hope you like it. This is Chapter 2 Started on 9/19/00
Note: One Must Fall, all the characters in the game, and many in here, the robot's names, the arenas and everything else except my imagination are products of timeless research of Epic Megagames. Enjoy.

Chapter 2: A Rival's Rage

Brian sat up in bed. He looked at his digital clock, which read 3:27. He put it back down and looked out his window. The sun wasn't up yet but he could feel the intensity of its rays blasting on him. Brian got out of bed, got dressed, went out the door, locked it, and went downstairs to take a walk.

As Brian passed through the doors that lead outside, he began to think out why he was fighting. He thought... And he thought... And he decided that it was because he felt so completely powerful when he was in that giant robot, the rush of the robots clashing at each other in a battle of brawn and brain against the other in a battle that only one would win. Brian retraced his mind back to when he had first started his training. He would hit the heavy bag with little baby taps that hardly even made the bag vibrate. "Faster! Focus your energy!" his father would shout as Brian made the best attempt possible in his small age of 6. At the age of 8, Brian was a little faster and stronger, but still had a long way to go. "Those were the days," he thought to himself.

Brian found himself all the way at the other side of town. He had been walking for an hour. Brian noticed a cab coming down the street. "How fortunate," Brian said to himself. Brian hailed the cab, but it kept on going. Brian stared in the direction of the speeding cab, and wondered why it didn't stop. "How unfortunate," he muttered. He shrugged and walked back in the direction towards apartment.

Brian reached the apartment building and checked his watch. The watch read 5:30 am. He went up to his apartment and found his wallet. He checked his wallet, slipped it in his pocket and went downstairs. Brian made his way to the garage, opened his car and hopped inside. Brian started the engine and went to a local breakfast bar.

Inside the breakfast bar, Brian was thinking about his fight tonight with Stephen. Brian was thinking about what robot he would be using. Normally, the robots for people that start out are Jaguars, but since he wasn't in the tournament, he probably had a different robot. He was probably hoping to beat him with speed, so might use a Shredder. Then there was the Shadow. He could launch an attack from anywhere in the arena if he used Shadow's projections. Electra used electricity to beat its opponent. Brian predicted Stephen would use either Shadow or Shredder. Brian looked at the menu and ordered a baked potato, some chicken strips, and a Sprite. Brian checked his watch. It was 7:00. He ate his food, paid and went out the door. Brian went to his favorite thinking spot over a cliff. Brian sat down near the edge and looked over the town. He began to think about little things in life. Soon he got lost in thought.

Stephen was on a bus heading downtown. When the bus stopped, he got off and stepped into an alley. He pushed a brick on the wall and fell through a trap door. He landed on a small cloth platform, got up and walked over to his robot. He looked up at his heavy metal machine and smiled. Stephen didn't think that Brian would have any chance against this new design. He pictured the fight. Brian tries to jump away, Stephen grabs his foot and slams him to the ground. Brian tries to slash at him, Stephen slams his fist through Brian's chest. Brian falls down. "Well, Brian... Prepare to meet your maker. HA HA HA!"

(Meanwhile back in Penny Lane...)

Brian was looking at his robot as well. Brian stared at his robot for a while thinking. Brian received a jolt that made him realize what was wrong. He hurried over to his repair crew. "Hey, guys!" Brian yelled to them.
"What's up Bri?" The mechanic stopped what he was doing and looked over the ledge he was on and down at Brian.
"Do we have enough money to buy some sort of enhancement?"
"Well, what do you have in mind?"
"Maybe some device to create--"
"Create what?"
"...To create... a, uh, fire ball?"
"WHAT?!?" The mechanic almost fell off the ledge. "Are you insane?!"
"No! Is there that kind of--"
"That stuff isn't only expensive, but it's really dangerous! If the fuel we use explodes, your robot could be destroyed!"
"And I care because...?"
"Sure, we have enough money."
"Then get cracking on a design for it."
"Got it!" And with that, the mechanic began to calculate the time involved. Brian left. He checked his watch. 6:45 PM. Brian had just enough time to get a soda. Brian hurried over to the local mini-mart and purchased a grape soda. Brian hurried back to the stadium and went to his ready room. The operators in the ready room said, "Put the soda away and hop on the table." Brian screwed the top back on to the soda bottle and chucked it to the side. Brian lay down on the table and closed his eyes in awaiting the pins and needles. He felt the needles enter his head and the syringe enter his arm. Soon he was passed out.

Brian woke up on his metal platform in his robot's body. Brian stood up and walked over to the gate to the arena. The gate opened and he stepped out. Brian first studied the room. It was the desert landscape terrain and--

Brian looked at the robot in horror and realized that it was the same one from his dream the night before! It had very indistinct features, but was very huge. it looked like someone threw some polygons on a mat, put them in a robot shape and said, "This robot will be powerful!" Brian wasn't all too happy to have to fight this monstrous bot, and wished he was currently waiting for the fireball attachment of his robot to be done. Well, if Brian was going to fight, he was going to win or be scrapped trying! He bowed to his opponent and readied himself on his platform.

"Ready!!"
Brian's robot was beginning to become adrenalized. He waited for the words--

"FIGHT!" Brian did a leap backwards, and stood ready at the wall. Stephen, in the robot came hulking at Brian ready to strike. Just before he did, though, Brian sidestepped the flailing fist and swung his blade to the other side just as Stephen crashed into the wall. Stephen looked at Brian as he was swinging his Katana's blade and caught it in the upper back. Brian grabbed Stephen from behind and threw him across the room into an invisible wall. Stephen got up and decided to put some of his awesome moves to use. He reached into his chest and pulled out a small, rubbery grenade. He threw it at Brian, who did not know what it was, and so just stood there. As the Grenade was reaching Brian, he reached out and caught it. The microchip inside was designed to explode when it didn't move much after being thrown, so it exploded, sending Brian into the wall. Brian fell down from off the wall, got up and ran at Stephen, who was pushing something on his arm and lifting it at Brian (who failed to notice). A little rocket appeared out of the Robot's arm and shot towards Brian. Brian ducked under it, sliding a little, which put him almost completely in the clutches of Stephen. But Brian just jumped between Stephen's hands, kicking him in the face as he passed upwards, and stomped on Stephen's head as he was coming down. Stephen, however, was almost totally conscious, so he reached up and grabbed Brian, held him in front of him, and hit him with a really fast punch that made him fly across the arena.

Brian hit the other wall and fell to the ground. Brian checked his wrist. the meter showed he was really down on vitality. He got up, though, and walked towards the incredibly large robot in front of him. Brian waited for Stephen to make a move. Stephen reached for Brian again, but Brian knocked the limb away. Stephen tried again, but Brian knocked it away again. Again, Stephen tried again, and Brian grabbed his arm this time and swung in an arc at Stephen's chest, which severed the body in half.

Now, when inside the robot, the pilot feels every blow to his robot, and Stephen was no different. If the robot was unable to move its legs, it was considered not to be functioning properly. Therefore, the robot shut down, and Stephen's mind was transferred back to his body. Brian decided that this robot, in the wrong hands was quite dangerous. Brian raised a blade over the robot half and, in an axe motion slashed his blade straight down through the robot to the floor. The two halves of the robot exploded and left shards of metal all over the place. Brian moved to the legs and tossed them into the air. As they were coming down, he leaped into the air and slashed the legs into bits. Brian had enough. He went into the gate that was his hangar and stepped his robot into place. His mind went back into his body.

He found himself back in his body and sat up. The operators had already removed the pins and needles after he stepped back into the hangar. Brian got up and stretched his body. "Now that, began one of the older operators, "is what I call a destruction move."
"What?" asked Brian. "What's a 'destruction' move?"
"It's what winners sometimes use to finish the fight after the robot has shut down. And you don't need to ask first!"
"You mean it's a legal move?"
"Sure. And all they do is use extra money to repair the robot to full status."
"Crud. My plan didn't work. Oh, well, that reminds me." Brian walked over to his repair crews who were just making plans to repair the robot. "How about that fireball launcher I asked about a while ago?" Brian asked.
"Oh, don't worry," the mechanic Brian had spoken to earlier replied, "It's all been planned."
"That's good," said Brian, "I want to be ready the next time Stephen challenges me. Brian looked at the monitor on the wall and pressed the button for a replay of the action. Brian wanted to savor this for quite a long time.