Chapter 4: Ramsey's defeat. Millennium Tournament begins.
"Curenga, Ramsey began, the only good card I recall you having in your deck is a Buster Blader now make your move."
"Fine. I play The Giant Solider of Stone in defense mode." Curenga said as the monstrous rock warrior materialized on Curenga's side of the field.
"Another weak move from the mighty Curenga." Ramsey said. "I play not one but two Black Magic Curtains to special summon two of my Dark Magicians to the field."
The two Dark Magicians were summoned on opposite sides of Ramsey's field. From Curenga's point of view it seemed as if one of the Dark Magicians were staring down his stone solider.
"It's a special summon, and like every special summon you can't attack with your Magicians until your next turn and with my Swords of Revealing Light they won't get the chance to attack for another three. Then I set a M/T face down and end my turn." Curenga said as the white swords trapped the Dark Magicians and Neo the Magic Swordsman into place.
"My Dark Magicians may be trapped but The Magician of Black Chaos isn't! Now Magician of Black Chaos, attack the Giant Solider of Stone." Ramsey said as he played the Black Magic Ritual and discarded a level 8 monsters from his hand.
"Not so fast Keya." Curenga began. "You activated Blind Destruction!"
A piece of dice materialized on the field and rolled.
"The Dice will roll and all monsters that have are the same number as the roll of the die are destroyed. If it is a 6 all monsters level six or higher are destroyed." Curenga said.
The dice rolled and rolled and came to a stop on the number four.
"Too bad, only Neo was destroyed." Ramsey said.
"I switch my stone solider to attack mode and play this card face down." Curenga said. "Oh and by the way, the last card I drew just brung you one step closer to defeat."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well your just gonna have to tell that to my Black Paladin!" Ramsey said. "I play Polymersation to fuse the Dark Magician and Buster Blader I have in my hand to summon my best monster and attack your Stone Solider with him. Then I attack your face down card with my Magician of Black Chaos!"
Curenga- 2100 Ramsey- 4000
"Face it Curenga, nothing in your hand can defeat me now. On my next turn all my Magicians are free to attack and I will wipe out your life points. There was no way you could beat me at the Regionals and you can't beat my now."
Curenga drew his card and smiled. "You know Ramsey you may be right. I couldn't beat you at the Regionals, I admit that and maybe I can't beat you now."
"What is he up to?" Ramsey thought.
"Yeah Curenga, do it. Send that punk to his knees with it." Joshua said from behind.
"Maybe I can't beat you." Curenga said. "But The Unstoppable Exodia begs to differ!"
"WHAT! EXODIA!" Ramsey yelled in shock as Exodia crept from his seal.
"That's right Exodia." Curenga said.
"But I thought all the Exodia cards were destroyed." Ramsey said.
"Not exactly, there are still two sets of Exodia in the entire world and I happen to have one of them." Curenga said "Now Exodia, Obliterate!"
Exodia reared back its arms and let out its devastating orange blast. Ramsey looked on as he saw Exodia take all of his Magicians out one by one.
Curenga- 2100 Ramsey- 0000
"You know you put up a way bigger fight the last time we dueled. You wiped out all of my Life Points within three turns." Curenga said. "And after your little defeat here just now I think you've lost your spark in your dueling skills."
"No Curenga. That spark still lives. Even if you just gave me my first defeat in two years you still haven't broken me. And when we get to that tournament, I swear on my deck that I will knock you off the island."
Ramsey put his Dueling Disk back in his backpack and headed off for his house.
Ramsey's house: Three days later.
Ramsey prepared for his trip to Millennium Island. He stuck a few new cards in his deck and got rid of some others. Of course his Black Paladin remained in his deck (Or Fusion Deck, whatever). He packed his Dueling Disk and his staff. The staff was too big for his backpack so he just decided to carry it by hand.
Ramsey said farewell to his parents and started off for the airport. He was halfway down his street when a car with its stereo full blast pulled up next to Ramsey. The tinted window rolled down to reveal Michael.
"Sunter?" Ramsey said. "Where did you get the new ride?"
"Got it from my dad for my birthday." Michael replied.
"Oh yeah, I was gonna give this to you at the tournament but I guess I'll give it to you now." Ramsey said as he handed over a card. "Consider that your birthday present. You always said you wanted three but could never get your hands on another one."
"Gravekeeper's Servant." Michael said. "Thanks. Well do you think I just pulled up to the sidewalk to talk to you, get in the damn car."
"You got it." Ramsey said as he got in the car.
They drove about halfway to the airport when Michael handed Ramsey something rapped in cloth.
"What the hell is this?" Ramsey asked.
"Me and my dad went for a hike up the mountain a couple of days ago and I almost tripped over that little sucker." Michael replied.
"It's a Bracelet." Ramsey said.
"Yeah and its got the same little eye thing on it as your staff." Michael said.
"You know, I was snooping around the Internet the day before I moved right." Ramsey began.
"Dude you need to stop doing that or your gonna get in trouble like the last time." Michael said.
"Yeah I know. But I wandered on over to the Illusion Industries mainframe right." Ramsey continued.
"Right."
"Well it turns out that the president of that company is conducting some major research on these things. This little bracelet is supposedly called the Centennial Bracelet and this staff is called the Centennial Staff."
"Oh yeah." Michael said. "Isn't Illusion Industries putting on this tournament we're going to?"
"Yep. And apparently the way they will do the Elimination Round is last duelist standing." Ramsey said.
"Dude that's gonna take a while. I heard there is going to be a least one thousand duelists there and they are going to narrow it down to eight? This is gonna be a long tournament." Michael replied.
They continued the drive to the airport talking about the tournament and such. Upon arrival to the airport, it was packed. You couldn't even get through the front door without getting shoved once or twice.
There were so many people going to this tournament that they had to have three planes just to get all the duelists there.
Millennium Island: 7 hours later.
Ramsey and Michael had just got off one of the most annoying flights they had ever had in their entire lives. Kids, so many kids. Screaming and yelling, it was enough to make your head explode.
They got off the plane and were separated among the duelists into four single file lines.
At the head of the line the duelists checked in and were given some new equipment. Like a new dueling bracelet.
About an hour past before all the duelists were finished checking in and such. Ramsey and Michael met up at the center of the Island, Millennium Mountain. The mountain was huge. It had doorway-sized holes all around it. And the only thing that you had to see with was a torch. A man approached a huge podium at the base of the mountain.
"Welcome all duelists!" The man yelled. "I am Milell Sennen, your host for the next two weeks. Now let me lay down the ground rules of this tournament. 1, you are permitted four duels per day. That's just so we can make the two-week deadline. 2, it is last duelist standing. No Starchips, no Locator Cards, heck, no Locator Chips. 3, the last eight duelists standing will meet back here on the last day of the elimination round. I.e., two weeks from now. If you are not here before the deadline you will be replaced. And finally, Area six and Millennium Mountain are off limits to all duelists. If you are caught on those grounds under any circumstances you will be disqualified. With all that said. Let the first annual Millennium Tournament begin!"
The somewhat, two thousand duelists scattered around the island to seek out their first duel of the day, while Ramsey and Michael took it slow and waited for someone to come to them.
"Curenga, Ramsey began, the only good card I recall you having in your deck is a Buster Blader now make your move."
"Fine. I play The Giant Solider of Stone in defense mode." Curenga said as the monstrous rock warrior materialized on Curenga's side of the field.
"Another weak move from the mighty Curenga." Ramsey said. "I play not one but two Black Magic Curtains to special summon two of my Dark Magicians to the field."
The two Dark Magicians were summoned on opposite sides of Ramsey's field. From Curenga's point of view it seemed as if one of the Dark Magicians were staring down his stone solider.
"It's a special summon, and like every special summon you can't attack with your Magicians until your next turn and with my Swords of Revealing Light they won't get the chance to attack for another three. Then I set a M/T face down and end my turn." Curenga said as the white swords trapped the Dark Magicians and Neo the Magic Swordsman into place.
"My Dark Magicians may be trapped but The Magician of Black Chaos isn't! Now Magician of Black Chaos, attack the Giant Solider of Stone." Ramsey said as he played the Black Magic Ritual and discarded a level 8 monsters from his hand.
"Not so fast Keya." Curenga began. "You activated Blind Destruction!"
A piece of dice materialized on the field and rolled.
"The Dice will roll and all monsters that have are the same number as the roll of the die are destroyed. If it is a 6 all monsters level six or higher are destroyed." Curenga said.
The dice rolled and rolled and came to a stop on the number four.
"Too bad, only Neo was destroyed." Ramsey said.
"I switch my stone solider to attack mode and play this card face down." Curenga said. "Oh and by the way, the last card I drew just brung you one step closer to defeat."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well your just gonna have to tell that to my Black Paladin!" Ramsey said. "I play Polymersation to fuse the Dark Magician and Buster Blader I have in my hand to summon my best monster and attack your Stone Solider with him. Then I attack your face down card with my Magician of Black Chaos!"
Curenga- 2100 Ramsey- 4000
"Face it Curenga, nothing in your hand can defeat me now. On my next turn all my Magicians are free to attack and I will wipe out your life points. There was no way you could beat me at the Regionals and you can't beat my now."
Curenga drew his card and smiled. "You know Ramsey you may be right. I couldn't beat you at the Regionals, I admit that and maybe I can't beat you now."
"What is he up to?" Ramsey thought.
"Yeah Curenga, do it. Send that punk to his knees with it." Joshua said from behind.
"Maybe I can't beat you." Curenga said. "But The Unstoppable Exodia begs to differ!"
"WHAT! EXODIA!" Ramsey yelled in shock as Exodia crept from his seal.
"That's right Exodia." Curenga said.
"But I thought all the Exodia cards were destroyed." Ramsey said.
"Not exactly, there are still two sets of Exodia in the entire world and I happen to have one of them." Curenga said "Now Exodia, Obliterate!"
Exodia reared back its arms and let out its devastating orange blast. Ramsey looked on as he saw Exodia take all of his Magicians out one by one.
Curenga- 2100 Ramsey- 0000
"You know you put up a way bigger fight the last time we dueled. You wiped out all of my Life Points within three turns." Curenga said. "And after your little defeat here just now I think you've lost your spark in your dueling skills."
"No Curenga. That spark still lives. Even if you just gave me my first defeat in two years you still haven't broken me. And when we get to that tournament, I swear on my deck that I will knock you off the island."
Ramsey put his Dueling Disk back in his backpack and headed off for his house.
Ramsey's house: Three days later.
Ramsey prepared for his trip to Millennium Island. He stuck a few new cards in his deck and got rid of some others. Of course his Black Paladin remained in his deck (Or Fusion Deck, whatever). He packed his Dueling Disk and his staff. The staff was too big for his backpack so he just decided to carry it by hand.
Ramsey said farewell to his parents and started off for the airport. He was halfway down his street when a car with its stereo full blast pulled up next to Ramsey. The tinted window rolled down to reveal Michael.
"Sunter?" Ramsey said. "Where did you get the new ride?"
"Got it from my dad for my birthday." Michael replied.
"Oh yeah, I was gonna give this to you at the tournament but I guess I'll give it to you now." Ramsey said as he handed over a card. "Consider that your birthday present. You always said you wanted three but could never get your hands on another one."
"Gravekeeper's Servant." Michael said. "Thanks. Well do you think I just pulled up to the sidewalk to talk to you, get in the damn car."
"You got it." Ramsey said as he got in the car.
They drove about halfway to the airport when Michael handed Ramsey something rapped in cloth.
"What the hell is this?" Ramsey asked.
"Me and my dad went for a hike up the mountain a couple of days ago and I almost tripped over that little sucker." Michael replied.
"It's a Bracelet." Ramsey said.
"Yeah and its got the same little eye thing on it as your staff." Michael said.
"You know, I was snooping around the Internet the day before I moved right." Ramsey began.
"Dude you need to stop doing that or your gonna get in trouble like the last time." Michael said.
"Yeah I know. But I wandered on over to the Illusion Industries mainframe right." Ramsey continued.
"Right."
"Well it turns out that the president of that company is conducting some major research on these things. This little bracelet is supposedly called the Centennial Bracelet and this staff is called the Centennial Staff."
"Oh yeah." Michael said. "Isn't Illusion Industries putting on this tournament we're going to?"
"Yep. And apparently the way they will do the Elimination Round is last duelist standing." Ramsey said.
"Dude that's gonna take a while. I heard there is going to be a least one thousand duelists there and they are going to narrow it down to eight? This is gonna be a long tournament." Michael replied.
They continued the drive to the airport talking about the tournament and such. Upon arrival to the airport, it was packed. You couldn't even get through the front door without getting shoved once or twice.
There were so many people going to this tournament that they had to have three planes just to get all the duelists there.
Millennium Island: 7 hours later.
Ramsey and Michael had just got off one of the most annoying flights they had ever had in their entire lives. Kids, so many kids. Screaming and yelling, it was enough to make your head explode.
They got off the plane and were separated among the duelists into four single file lines.
At the head of the line the duelists checked in and were given some new equipment. Like a new dueling bracelet.
About an hour past before all the duelists were finished checking in and such. Ramsey and Michael met up at the center of the Island, Millennium Mountain. The mountain was huge. It had doorway-sized holes all around it. And the only thing that you had to see with was a torch. A man approached a huge podium at the base of the mountain.
"Welcome all duelists!" The man yelled. "I am Milell Sennen, your host for the next two weeks. Now let me lay down the ground rules of this tournament. 1, you are permitted four duels per day. That's just so we can make the two-week deadline. 2, it is last duelist standing. No Starchips, no Locator Cards, heck, no Locator Chips. 3, the last eight duelists standing will meet back here on the last day of the elimination round. I.e., two weeks from now. If you are not here before the deadline you will be replaced. And finally, Area six and Millennium Mountain are off limits to all duelists. If you are caught on those grounds under any circumstances you will be disqualified. With all that said. Let the first annual Millennium Tournament begin!"
The somewhat, two thousand duelists scattered around the island to seek out their first duel of the day, while Ramsey and Michael took it slow and waited for someone to come to them.