Win all...lose all by Raynos

Raynos: Ok here's the next part. There are a few hints about Sam and Spyke liking each other
here. FYI: I love the Samantha/Spyke pairing. They deserve each other. Forget Nathan, Sam! Go
for Spyke! Anyways onwards to the story.




Chapter 2: A little bit here and there...



Clang!

A medabot crashed to the ground after being thrown by its opponent. It was trying to get up, but
it got shot in a huge barrage of bullets. After the rounds of fire stopped the medabot's back
popped open and its medal fell out.

"And the winner is Spyke's Cyandog!" Mr. Referee yelled.

Spyke was jumping up and down. "Who's the loser now, huh!? You are! Hahahaha!" He pointed at
the loser, Iori, who stared in disbelief. "How could a loser beat me?" He picked up his Blackram
and ran off.

"Hey Iori! Good thing that wasn't a submission robattle or you poor sheep would have lost a part!
Very baaaaad! Loser!" The spiked hair boy yelled to the boy running away.


It had been three days since Spyke and Cyandog ran into Irvine and Corbite. Corbite had attacked
them both by biting into both medafighter and medabot; Spyke got the better of it. The only thing
left from the meeting was a small bruise on Spyke's side and a few scratches on Cyandog.
Since that meeting Spyke had improved greatly in making good commands and coming up with
strategies, while Cyandog started using the monkey medal of his to an advantage. Seven robattles
of all wins, and he wasn't even going after just weak fighters.


Samantha, leader of the Screws, watched the last battle in awe. "How could Spyke improve his
fighting this fast? He's actually making us Screws look good."

"Maybe he finally switched that monkey medal out?" Sloan, another member of the Screws, suggested.

"Maybe, but if this winning streak keeps up like this will be able to take on Ikki and finally win!"

"Yeah!"


Spyke threw his head back and started laughing. "I've never been so happy, Cyandog! We're becoming known
all around school for our sudden winnings. If this keeps up," He looked at his medabot. "We could actually
get our rank up, from last-"

"To first!" The dog-type finished.

"Yeah! But for now." He looked at his medawatch. "I gotta get to class!" He then ran towards the school leaving
a trail of dust.


Later that day a familiar looking boy walked down the street, he looked rather tired and weak. Spyke leaned against
the wall and gasped for air. "Maybe it was the twenty laps Coach Mountain made me run, but, jeez, I feel tired..."

"You need more." The wind seem to cry out.

"Huh?"

"You need more." It cried again.

"This is weird-oof!" Spyke ran into another person and fell. "Hey watch where you're going!..huh?"

Irvine brushed himself off. "How rude. We help you and you repay us like this." He said growling.
Corbite hissed at Spyke, making him move back.

"What do you want?"

The cobra-type jumped on Spyke's chest and grabbed his hair. "Look. We're here to remind you that
if you want to keep your winning ssstreak going, kid. You and your dog gotta take another ssshot."

Spyke stared into Corbite's blood red eyes. "I don't think I really need-ack!" Spyke fell over after
he was punched by Irvine.

Irvine bent over Spyke. "That's for just taking our help in vain." He then turned to Corbite. "Come on,
let's leave. This loser doesn't want our help anymore." The cobra nodded and followed his medafighter.

"Sssad. You'll never be nothing now."

Spyke rubbed his red face. 'Maybe I should have listen to Cyandog and never took that shot. Sure it improved Cyandog's
fighting greatly, but...' He stood up. "Wait!" he grabbed Irvine's pants. "Ok we'll take another shot."

"Good. Meet us by the same alley where we first met tonight."

"Uh kay." He then watched the boy and medabot walk off.


When they were far enough away from Spyke...
Corbite's neck extended up to Irvine's head. "Sssir? I'm not ssso sssure about thisss. The chemical we're giving to them
isss ssstill experimental. We have no idea on the long term affectsss."

Irvine put on his black shades. "Look we had to test this junk out on someone and who would have been a better choice then
the worst medafighter in Japan? If this stuff could improve both his and his medabot's fighting skills this well, we'll be
rich when we start to sell it. 'Meda up-grade' the stuff that makes champs."

"What!? I never heard anything on ssselling thisss ssstuff on the market! What's my ssshare in thisss?"

"Nothing. Like always."

Corbite nodded. "Good." He then realized what his 'friend' said. "Hey!"


Spyke sat on the bench in the park and watched Cyandog train. The dog-type was moving much faster then he has ever moved his
shooting had also improved greatly.

As he laid his head back then asked his friend a question. "Hey Cyandog? What do you think that Corbite guy bit us with?"

"Radioactive material that causes mutations, you know, more feet, a tail, maybe a few scales..."

Spyke looked up. "You think so?"

Cyandog shot a few leaves then turned to Spyke. "No, Boss. All I know is that the stuff improves medabots skills. I don't know
what it did to you though."

Spyke's head fell back again. "Nothing I see...Cyandog adjust your gun up an inch and left a meter then shoot."

Cyandog followed the order. An item dropped to the ground. Cyandog ran over to it and picked it up. "An acorn, Boss?"

"What? It was a good target to hit."

Cyandog put the acorn down. "How did you know that?"

"What?"

"I was planning to hit that acorn after we finished talking. Maybe you've become a psychic?"

Spyke sat up, looking offended. "I'm not a psycho!"

"I said psychic...boss."

"I knew that. What did I say?"

"You said-"

"Nevermind about it. I saw that acorn earlier. I know I'm not a psycho since I don't have a brain stuff to be one."

"It psychic, not psycho..."

"Hey Spyke! Cyandog!"

Both of them turned to the person who called them. "Huh?"

Ikki and Medabee were standing there looking at them. Medabee spoke first. "Hey Cyan I heard you've become a bit of a
threat around the school. Is that true?"

The medabot nodded. "Yes, master. I'm finally fighting back."

Ikki looked at Spyke. "I heard you've improved on making strategies when in battle Spyke."

"Well I gotta use my brain for something."

Medabee stepped up to them. "Well now that you two have improved how about you fight me?"

Spyke stood up and looked at Cyandog then back at Medabee. He grinned. "But of course we'll fight you medabee.
You did help me and Cyandog awhile ago so we should pay you back with a robattle."

"Good" Medabee held his hand on his laser cannon.

"But..."

"But what?"

Spyke grabbed Cyandog. "But...wherenotgoodenoughtofightyouyet!" With that Spyke ran off, leaving
Ikki and Medabee coughing in the dust.


Spyke collapsed in the alley, breathing heavy. "There is no way we're going to fight Medabee, Cyandog. We're
still too weak to put up a fight with him."

"Yes. I'm aware of that, boss."

"You guysss could beat him." A voice called out.

Spyke rolled his eyes. "Ahhh don't try that mysterious voice with us anymore, Corbite. You're way too easy to tell."

The cobra medabot picked up an object and threw it at the boy, knocking him back into his medabot. "Hey I like being
mysssteriousss ok? Insssult me again and I won't be resssponsssible for my actionsss...a malfunction mossst would sssay."

Spyke held a peace sign then dropped it to his chest. "Right, Boss."

The blue/orange medabot then got down to business. "Look if you take a few more dosesss of thisss ssstuff
you'll be able to beat Medabee with both your handsss tied behind your back."

Cyandog, after crawling from under Spyke, spoke up. "So to win I just have to kick him?"

Corbite looked at the dog confused. "What? I meant he'd be nothing to you. Just another bug to sssquish."

Spyke then decided to butt in. "So all I have to do is get Cyandog a big flyswatter medapart and-"

"No! No! I just ment-"

"You'll beat him with those weapons your medabot currently has." Irvine finally spoke.

"Oooooooooooooooh." Both Spyke and Cyandog finally got what they ment. Corbite rubbed his dark forehead. "Moronsss"

Irvine smiled. "So are you to willing to take that much more to beat Medabee?"

Cyandog jump up. "Yes, boss! I want to defeat my master."

Spyke soon agreed too. "Yeah. Boss, you can do that? Don't mind if I call you boss, boss?"

"Huh? Uh sure I don't mind? Umm Corbite double dosage!" He yelled into his medawatch.

Corbite's neck extended then pulled back. "Quick ssstrike!" he yelled then shot his head at Spyke and Cyandog.

From out of the alley. "OOOOOOOOW!"


A week later...

Spyke was still winning every battle he has been challenged to. He really did get people to fear the Screws,
when people got challenged by them they would panic and run away. Spyke really liked all of this, but his
personality had started to change. He was becoming a lot meaner and wasn't being the little coward he used to be...


Slam!

Spyke slammed his locker closed and was putting his causal, black sneakers on. Samantha peered her
head from the other side of the lockers and looked at Spyke. "Hey Spyke."

Spyke was tying his shoes when he spoke. "What do you want?"

Sam walked over to him and sat next to him. "I was wondering...how could anyone, especially you, start
winning every robattle all of a sudden?"

He didn't look at her. "Every dog has its day."

"Looks more like two weeks."

"Whatever. Is that all you wanted to ask me?"

Samantha looked at him then at the ground. "I was noticing this for awhile now. You've changed Spyke. You're
acting totally different, like a different person. It's like I'm seeing a new side of you..."

The spiked hair boy stood up. "Guess it's from all the winning. I'm finally having my day and I'm going to use
it to the very best." He finally looked at Samantha. "I want robattle you for position of the leader of the Screws."

She shot up and pointed her finger at Spyke. "What!? Just because you've been on a winning streak doesn't mean
that you can go and challenge me for leader of the Screws! You challenge me and I'll finally break your stupid
all wins no loses!"

Spyke yawned and pushed her hand out of his face. "Are you going to accept or chicken out, Samantha?"

The girl balled her right hand into a fist. "You're on! For leader of the Screws position, I'll take your
stupid challenge and win!"

Spyke threw his backpack on and walked out. Not looking at her he spoke. "Good. At four today you and me
robattle in the park. Peppercat versus Cyandog winner gets role of Leader."

Sam grinned. "I'll be there and I'll beat you!"

"Whatever you say, Sam." He then disappeared down the street.

Sam let her hand down and her grinned turn sad. "Spyke..."

A locker closed next to her and she saw Sloan putting his backpack on. "Did you hear all of that?" She asked.

Sloan nodded. "Most of it. You scared about losing or worried about Spyke?"

"Both. I'm not really sure if I can beat him. He finally got Cyandog to really fight hard. His medabot is really
good and I'm not sure if Peppercat will win." She then looked outside to where Spyke walked off. "I'm also worried
about Spyke. Since he started winning he has really changed..." She turns to Sloan.
"He doesn't even call me "boss" anymore."

Sloan gasped. "But he always calls you boss!"

"I know, Sloan...I know."


Who will win the battle? Cyandog or Peppercat? Will Spyke continue taking the mysterious substance
or finally give it up?
These questions will be answered sooner or later.

In case anyone thinks Spyke did become a psychic, he didn't.