OMFfanfic3

Disclaimer: 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.
Note: This is my Third OMF fanfic. Hope you like it.

Chapter 3: A Loss for the Winner

Brian was drifting down a river in a boat. On the sides of him, he saw a bunch of tangerine trees, and above him he saw sky in the design of marmalade. Somebody called over to him. It took him a while to answer, and when he looked over, he saw a girl with kaleidoscope eyes. When he got out of the boat, the lady began to walk away, and he followed after her. As he was following her, he noticed green and yellow flowers made of cellophane that towered over his head. Very strange. He looked for the girl with the strange eyes, but she was gone. Just then, he saw her footsteps on the ground, and followed them. He followed them to a bridge by a fountain where there were what looked like rocking horse people eating what seemed to be marshmallow pies.

Brian awoke and sat up in bed. What a dream. Although he couldn't remember it very clearly, he knew it was pretty farfetched. It was about 8:00 AM, so Brian got dressed, put his socks and shoes on and went into his walk-in closet. He turned on the light and looked around. Inside was a lot of weight lifting and exercise equipment. Brian went over to the weights, and set up 40 pounds on each side on the bench press. Brian slowly lifted the bar off the hook of the bench press and began to softly lift it down. He exhaled as the bar reached the lowest point, and slowly pushed up the bar. He did that around 34 more times and put the bar back on the hook. He carefully removed the weights and returned them to the rack. Brian got the 35-pound dumbbell weights and held one in each hand. Using his immense strength, he sat down and proceeded to do what is known as "concentration lifts," which are when you hold a weight in your hand, put an elbow on your leg and lift it up and down while keeping your elbow in place. He did 20 on each arm and set them back on the rack. He went out, turned off the light, closed the door, went out the apartment door, locked it and went downstairs.

Brian checked his watch, which read 8:30. He got downstairs and went to the garage. He went to his car, started it up and drove off. He went over to the stadium, and walked down to his hangar. He went to the mechanics. "All right," began Brian, "How's my fireball launcher going?"
"Well," the mechanic said, "I made it so that you can launch them, but I don't know what fuel to use. Gasoline would explode, petroleum is what Pyros uses, and that just makes a flame-thrower. Natural gas does the same thing. There has to be some way of making a fireball that doesn't blow up right away."
"How do you have it set to launch?"
"The blades have tubes that connect to pumps."
"What about hydrogen?"
The realization of this caused the mechanic to brighten up. "Of course! and that would only take a small amount of time to get done! You're a genius!"
"Well, of course! Why do you think I have an I.Q. of 238?"
"Oh, yes, I forgot," said the mechanic, embarrassed. "Well, come back in a little while and I should have this baby all set for your match."

Brian left and ran over to the local Mini-Mart and bought a grape soda and a few hot dogs with ketchup and onions. He ran back to the stadium and prepared for the fight as he ate his food.
"Who am I fighting today," he asked just before taking a bite out of the hot dog.
"Cossette," said Brian's manager.
"Oh, good," Brian replied. "I hope she's better than Shirro. What arena am I battling in?"
"The, uh, danger pit."
"Well, I hope that Cossette's ready. She'll need a lot more than just power to beat me."
"He has a Shadow."
"So?"
"So... what's your plan?"
"Plan? I don't have a plan. I'm going to get out there and do my best." Brian ate the rest of his food. He took a stomach acid blocking pill just in case he was going to get gas from those hot dogs and soda, and began to do some push-ups. Brian seemed to be getting better at this sort of thing. Brian was able to do 100 push-ups before he tired out. Last time he had pushed himself after her began to get tired at 50. Brian went over to the treadmill and began to run as fast as he could. He got up to an average of 20 miles per hour, and ran a mile in about three minutes, and kept on going. Brian soon decided that it was time so stop, so he pressed the stop button and slowed the machine down to a stop. Unfortunately, it wasn't even close to being time for the match.
"Hey," Brian called to his manager, "I'm going to take a nap. Wake me later on when we need to start."
"Can do!" said his manager as Brian lay down on a couch and put his arm over his eyes. Brian soon drifted off to sleep.

Brian was walking around in the sultriest night he had ever felt. Almost immediately, he was being chased by a whole bunch of ninjas. "Where's Batman when you need him," he asked himself. Suddenly, Brian saw a sign that said, "WARNING: Incredibly Narrow Ledge."

Brian stopped just before the ledge as all the ninjas were upon him. He ducked just as they were about to tackle him, and they all fell over the cliff. He looked down after them. They all landed safely on the 5-foot fall, but they were in a very huddled mass. Brian heard a whistling sound from up above. He looked up just to see a parrot with lead weights attached to its feet flapping as hard as he could and shouting, "PLEASE! I HAVE A FAMILY!" Brian watched as the bird hit the ninjas, then an anvil, then an armored car, then a 16-ton weight, then an ocean liner, and then an airplane. Brian got hit with a big falling hand.

Brian's manager slapped him awake. "Hey, Brian. Wake up! It's time for your match! You better do good out there, or I'll have to smack you around." Brian cocked an eyebrow and got up off the couch. He walked over to his ready room, and set himself down on the operating table. The doctors stuck needles in to Brian's skull then slipped the syringe into his arm and pushed the drugs in. Brian soon fell into a deep sleep. Unfortunately for everyone else, the drugs Brian took before for gas wore off.

Brian found himself in his giant robot, Katana. He decided after the result of this match, that he would give a nickname to his Katana. Maybe the name, "Slimslice" or something. Brian walked over to the gate, which opened up to reveal the Danger room. Brian walked out and met Cossette controlling a Shadow. The Shadow has the ability to cast "shadows" that, when near the opponent, hit with a punch or a leg sweep. However, if you swing at the "shadow" and hit, the Shadow robot that launched it feels the blow.

"READY!" the loudspeaker boomed.
Brian stood defensively. He got ready for Cossette to try something.
"FIGHT!"

Cossette, instead of jumping back and launching a shadow, as Brian had thought he would, tried a foot sweep. Brian Put his Blade into the foot and slashed at Cossette while leaping towards him. He slashed forward then back, then-- Cossette grabbed Brian's wrist as it was coming back to make another strike. She unhooked her foot, rolled onto his back and flipped Brian behind him, who landed on the wall. Brian fell to the ground. Brian got up and did a jump kick at Cossette. Brian knew that Cossette was going to try to grab his leg so that he could throw him into the wall again, so just before the "moment of contact" Brian withdrew his leg, which Cossette did not expect, then landed a blade right to Cossette's face. Brian then did his "spinning uppercut" move. Cossette, caught completely off guard, did not have time to block. Brian, after Cossette got up, decided to try out the new fireball launcher. Brian swung his blade back, and a fireball formed on his blade. He launched it at Cossette with overwhelming speed and accuracy! Brian watched Cossette light up like a candle and fall to the ground. Overall, this enhancement was very good! Cossette got up and tried to shake off her dizziness. Brian ran over to him and threw him up into the air. As Cossette was coming down like a confused cat, Brian leaped up and slashed at Cossette. Brian's blade glided swiftly past Cossette in a wide arch. It looked like it missed, but Cossette's Shadow's left arm had exploded at the elbow.

The Shadow lying on the ground stood up. Cossette threw his other arm up in the air as if to wait for it to get struck by lightning for an energy attack of some kind. Nothing seemed to happen. Suddenly Brian was grabbed from behind by something. Brian realized that the ting that grabbed him was a "shadow" of Cossette's Shadow! Brian realized that the darkness of the danger pit had temporarily concealed the shadow from his sight. As Brian struggled to get away, Cossette came over and started punching and kicking him into the corner. The shadow disappeared as Cossette began to pound Brian with one fist and one leg. As Cossette was at it, he failed to notice a spike coming out of the danger room's wall. Cossette was knocked off his feet by the spike that shot through the air. The spike rolled out of sight. Cossette stood up and ran at Brian again. They both failed to notice that their vitality was very low. It was coming to a close. As Cossette was charging at Brian, all the spikes of the wall shot out at once. Cossette jumped in the air while watching Brian. As Brian was jumping up, Cossette froze in place and cast a shadow at Brian, who was hit right in the robotic belly.

Brian woke up in the ready room on the operating table. Brian had lost. Brian stared at the screen that showed the arena. A smile crossed his face. It felt quite good to lose. It felt like something heavy had been taken off him and thrown out the 2nd story window and into a Dumpster. Brian knew that even he had some things to learn about fighting. Brian watched as Cossette did the destruction move to Brian's lifeless robot. The robot blew apart to pieces, which tumbled around the ground. The TV went to static.

Brian walked outside towards his car and was bombarded by the media.
"Brian, Paul Gangrene of the Yorkshire Tykes," began a news reporter, "Is it true that you lost for the first time tonight?"
"You saw the fight, didn't you?" Brian shrugged and kept moving.
"Wayside News channel 10, are the rumors that you were going to quit after your first loss true?"
"Who started that rumor? Whoever did has a date with my fist."
The news reporter looked guilty, and said, "Well, we did..." Brian punched the news reporter in the nose, and he fell to the ground.
"...(gulp)...Brian, Jerktown News and Weather, do you like pudding??"
Brian stopped and looked at him. "What? Did you say 'pudding'?!?"
"Er... yes... what, uh, what's wrong?"
"Someone almost killed me using pudding. They forgot that the pudding was edible." Brian climbed into his car and started the engine. He honked the horn for everyone to get out of the way. As Brian was backing out, some of the news reporters dived out of the way. Brian drove home.

Back at home, Brian was watching TV while hitting the punching bag in blurs with his fist. ..."In other news," began the reporter that Brian had punched (he had a bandage on his nose), "we are withdrawing the rumor that we started that Brian was quitting after his first loss. We're just glad that nothing really bad happened to me." Brian chuckled a bit to himself and wished that he could have made up for hitting that guy. "...This was an even match-up if I've ever seen one. If they had fought tomorrow, Brian would just have easily won. Brian fought with considerable skill, but Cossette was just a little too much. A survey of the audience after the match shows that people thought that Brian was laying back on his skill, and could have won if he hadn't held back. After the match, though Cossette was, to say the least, ecstatic after her victory against Brian. Brian has been moved back one space in the Tournament, which may mean double trouble for Shirro (Stephen was a challenger, but was not in the tournament). If Brian had beaten Cossette, Brian would have had to fight the competitor named 'Steffan'. To Brian, I wish good luck in his battle. Use all your skill, you pompous jerk! I had money on you, you backstabbing-- agh!" Someone yanked him off the screen with a cane. He was promptly replaced with a female teleprompter. "In other news, police are looking for a man who stole five tons of men's spandex today at--" Brian turned the TV off and climbed into bed.