A/N: To Knight's Shadow: There are no actual first and second tournaments. They exist but I never wrote them. I might write the prequels when I finish this tournament.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z, Digimon, Outlaw Star, Zoids, Cowboy Bebop, Yu-Gi-Oh!, Cardcaptors, Hamtaro, Sailor Moon, Tenchi Muyo!/Tenchi Universe, Pokémon, Rurouni Kenshin, InuYasha or Yu-Yu Hakusho. If I did, then they'd all be on one channel in a huge block. But they're not, and I don't own them. But one day I will...I'm hoping so, anyway.
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The Super Anime World Tournament
By Hayabusa Will (TheNameIsWill@AOL.Com)
Chapter Fourteen-Blade versus Bounty
Stalker stood in the middle of the ring. "Wasn't that a shocker? And since it obviously won't take long, let's go onto the next match, Hercule Satan versus Charizard"
"Hear that? He says it's quick! He knows I'm gonna win!" Hercule boasted to the Fighter's Den, most of them who seemed annoying. "Ahahaha--what?"
Charizard walked over, making loud stomps as he made his way near Hercule. He gave a loud roar, causing Hercule to step back.
"The first competitor is a new guy who we invited since he insisted so much as the World Champion" Stated Stalker. "Please welcome HERCULE!"
Hercule's specialty music played as Hercule emerged, thrusting his arms into the air with peace signs. "YEAH!" He yelled. Some of the more gullible and easygoing fans in the audience cheered.
"And the opponent. He joined up with us last year and although he didn't get to fight, he sure proved in the preliminaries that he's capable of doing a lot of molten destruction. Welcome the fourth Pokémon of the tournament, the flame lizard, CHARIZARD!" He announced.
The dragon-like Fire Pokémon flew into the arena, receiving a loud ovation from the crowd. He flew into the front end, opposite of Hercule and landed with a thud.
"You both know how to go. Three, two, one...GO!"
Hercule walked over to Charizard. "Okay, Charry, stay there and I'll finish you with as little pain as possible!" He leapt back and went into a stance before flying at Charizard with a forward punch. "HYAH--"
Charizard gave a short roar and flapped his wings quickly, sending Hercule tumbling back after his failed punch. He got back up and moved towards Charizard again.
"MEGATON PUNCH!" Hercule yelled, dashing forward with his MegaTon Punch. Charizard raised a single claw and used his Scratch to hit Hercule, doing some damage. "Ow..." Hercule rose to his feet, one hand over the right side of his scratched face. "Take this, lizard!" Hercule began to throw several powerful (by some standard anyway) punches and kicks as Charizard's body.
Charizard yawned, as he had seen Chikorita that were stronger than Hercule. Hercule gave a yell and leapt into the air for a kick. Charizard roared loudly and held his head up, fire starting in his mouth. Hercule looked up as Charizard used Flamethrower and blasted Hercule, sending him right out of the ring.
"And as I said, fast. The winner, CHARIZARD!" Stalker announced.
"Hpmh, stupid Hercule" The wrestling champion Kid Muscle of the Hercules Factory who was a great IWF (International Wrestling Federation) champion, crossed his arms. He then realized something, a rare case. "Wait, now's my chance!" Kid Muscle quickly leapt from the stands and dashed into the ring, where Hercule was just pulling himself back into after his defeat.
"Hey, what's--" Hercule was quickly interrupted.
"Take this!" Kid Muscle quickly pulled Hercule into an upside down position, gripping him by the ankles. Kid Muscle leapt into the air, and came down with a slam that shook the ring, the move known only as the Kinniku Buster. The wrestler sprang to his feet and raised his arms in victory. "I win! That means that on a technicality I can finish this fight against Charizard! Go me!"
"Kid Muscle!" Master Hand, who was very angry, walked over. "I told you a thousand times, you registered yourself too late to get into the tournament! You're guaranteed a spot for next year, but not now! Now, get out of the ring! I'd call security now, but sadly, you ARE the security! Now get back to work"
"Oh fine..." Kid Muscle grumbled and donned a blue hat that said 'SECURITY' on it and walked off, still grumbling.
"Well, it's about time I take my first round win to make everyone happy" Spike put out his cigarette and got up.
"Aren't you a little overconfident?" Jet asked, leaning against his chair.
"The kid's fourteen, Jet. What's he going to do?"
"That Urameshi kid is fourteen and he beat Hamtaro, who, I might remind you, beat YOU last year" Jet responded. "Listen, all I'm saying is don't be too surprised if he turns out to be capable of besting you"
"I'll keep it in mind" Spike rose to his feet. "Wish me luck"
"Luck" Jet replied in an annoyed tone as Spike left.
"Still joining this fight fest, huh, Spike?" A voice asked as Spike exited to the Fighters' Den.
Spike looked to the left to see a tall young man wearing a red jacket and bright red sunglasses over his green eyes. His blond hair stood right up. He smirked, as did Spike. "If it isn't my old friend, Vash the Stampede. Surprised you're here"
"Had to come see" Vash chuckled. "I'm not in favor of it, but I gotta encourage you. I still do owe you after all, after...you know..."
*Vash looked up as he saw the Master Hand. But this Master Hand was not the one that organized the tournament today, but a massive, giant white glove who was diabolical and crazy. It laughed as Vash looked up and pointed his gun. "You won't take me, Hand!"
"You haven't a choice!" Replied the laughing Hand as it swooped in. Vash took several shots, but to no effect. The Hand smashed Vash with a flying fist attack. Vash hit the floor and rolled around as the hand loomed over him.
"No..." Vash got up.
Spike leapt out of the ship that the rest of the Fighters were being held on. "Hey, you! Run!" He wasn't a hero usually, but with what everyone else was going through, he didn't want someone else to be captured, especially now that he had gotten free.
"Spiegel! Damn you, GET BACK IN THERE!" Yelled Master Hand.
"I don't think so" Spike leapt into the air and came down with a kick. This hardly phased Master Hand, who grabbed Spike and threw him hard at the ship, nearly breaking him in half. Spike hit the floor hard, not moving.
"Now for--" Master Hand turned to Vash.
"No you DON'T!" Vash shot Master Hand with his Angel Arm. The hand gave a yell in agony at this attack, which wouldn't have gotten done right if it was still straight-on fight. Vash looked at Spike. "Spike Spiegel...I guess I owe you" With that, Vash ran off before Master Hand regrouped.
"DAMNIT!" Yelled Master Hand. "Ah hell...guess I'll just have to get that Kenshin Himura fellow instead..."*
"You saved me then, Spike" Vash told him. "I owe ya one"
"Nah, I had that beating coming" Spike replied. "Even though that injury caused me to lose to Hamtaro in round one, it was no big deal. Just sit back and get some popcorn while I win this fight"
"We'll see" Vash replied. He nodded to Spike and dashed back into the audience to sit with Meryl, Millie and Wolfwood.
"Okay, now where's my support?!" Van asked.
"Boo" Yelled several people, throwing cups and other assorted things at him.
"Oh, thanks a lot" Van grumbled.
Goku walked over to Van. "Don't worry, they're just not keen on new guys"
"But they liked Urameshi!" Van replied.
"Ah, they just wanted to see Hamtaro lose" Goku told him. "I wish you luck"
"Okay, fine" Van replied. He nodded and dashed up the steps to the Fighter's Den and waited at the top for the announcement, Spike a few feet away.
Stalker picked up his microphone and began to announce the tenth match. "Okay, now it's time for the next match, between one of the greatest Zoid fighters ever and one of the greatest bounty hunters ever. First, he's tall, he has green hair, he beat Sailor Moon in the first tournament ever, and got beaten down by Hamtaro in the second" Everyone gave a few chuckles at that. "Please welcome SPIKE SPIEGEL!"
The crowd went wild, as everyone knew and loved the most-likely overrated bounty hunter. He walked calmly into the ring and went to the far side, standing straight with his arms out a little, gun in one hand.
"And his opponent. Member of the guardian force, the pimp to Fiona, if you'd believe this little twerp COULD, he drives a Blade Liger, he's dark haired, he's short, and he's one of the best that Planet Zi can throw at us along with Bit Cloud. Welcome VAN FLEIHEIGHT!"
Van came out to a rather small amount of applause. It was starting to bug him. Nobody believed in him, nobody was glad he came back, nobody in the Fighters' Den wanted him to win. Hell, the program listed him as having lower odds than everyone else. It was just too much for him.
"All right!" Stalker yelled as Van and Spike faced each other. "Let's get the show on the road! Three...two...one...GO!"
"Okay, kid, you can have one shot" Spike told Van, holding up one finger.
"I'LL SHOW YOU!" Yelled the infuriated Van. He dashed at Spike and hit him with a punch across the face that knocked Spike off his feet. Everyone gasped as Spike was on the floor. Van looked at his right fist. "Whoa, I really did that"
Spike pulled himself to his feet and drove his right foot into Van's stomach. Van groaned and leapt back. Spike pulled out his gun and pointed it at Van. However, Van wasn't going to let this happen, and kicked Spike in the stomach just as Spike had done before. The pilot yelled and began to hit Spike with all he had, smashing him across the face with one blow after another. Spike looked up, surprised at Van's progress. Van leapt four feet into the air and kicked Spike across the face. The second Spike fell, Van leapt on him and began to smash him over and over with both fists.
Spike raised his gun again, only to get it knocked away by Van, who angrily punched Spike again and leapt off, following with a kick to his side. Spike pulled himself up, but too slowly as Van angrily kicked him again and began his furious punching assault. Van grabbed Spike by the arm and slammed him into the ground and began to angrily stomp on his back with his right foot.
"Oh, Jesus, Spike, what's wrong with you?!" Faye Valentine, Spike and Jet's partner in crime, yelled from the sidelines. "It's a kid for God's sake! Why are you letting him beat the crap out of you!"
If he could, he would've yelled at Faye, and told her that he wasn't letting Van. But Van was continuing like a man on fire. He must've driven his fists into Spike's face at least six dozen times by now. Spike's face was covered in bruises and his forehead had blood tripping out of it. Van stopped, panting heavily. He got off of Spike. "HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT?! WHO'S THE GUY WHO CAN'T WIN NOW?! HUH?!"
The whole arena was silent. The people in the Fighter's Den were not speaking. Bit was especially quiet, and happy that he wasn't the one who was getting the crap beaten out of him by a guy who's a foot shorter than him. The audience was shocked, and a lot of people realized that they were going to lose money on the bets in the front, as 80% of the betters had placed their money on Spike to beat Van.
Spike was barely getting to his feet as Van stood back, fists up. Spike rose again, but Van was coming at him with another leaping kick, followed by an uppercut. As Spike stumbled back, he jumped into the air and kneed him across the chest. "Now it's time to knock you out!"
"Do you think you won that easily?" Asked Spike. Before Van had time to notice anything else, Spike hit him with a punch across the face, much stronger than any Van threw. A second hit Van, followed by a quick volley of kicks with Spike's right foot. Spike turned into a roundhouse kick, which let his foot loose into Van's chin, knocking him right off his feet. The crowd cheered loudly. "I let you get those shots in" Spike wiped the blood off of his forehead, trying to do something so people didn't realize he wasn't telling the full truth about that. Van got up and moved forward with a punch. Spike held up one hand to catch this, then gave Van a strong kick to the chest, knocking him clear across the ring.
"SPEIGEL! SPEIGEL! SPEIGEL!" Chanted most of the crowd's people.
Spike smirked. "It's all wrapped up"
Van, panting, was on his hands and knees. He looked up at his opponent. "No...you're underestimating me. Everyone wants me to lose, they think I'll lose...just like Raven thought I would lose. But I showed him. And I'll show YOU!" Van held out his arms, and from under his sleeves two blades that stretched a little longer than his arms emerged.
"What the?!" Spike took a step back.
"I pilot a Zoid, and it fights, but I'm going to fight like it, starting with THESE!" Van dashed forward. "BLADE ATTACK!" He leapt into the air and swung the two blades, cutting Spike across each shoulder. Spike fell over, leaving Van a chance to go into a flurry of punches again. The pilot leapt back two feet, and then into the air to come down and slash Spike across the stomach with his blade. Spike coughed from the ground, and realized that what Jet said might've been right.
The bounty hunter kicked himself to his feet and threw a forward kick at Van's thigh, and used the oppotunity he got by stunning the kid to grab him and slam him to the ground, shooting a barrage of bullets. However, due to rules, these bullets were barely strong enough to piece skin. They still did certain damage to Van, however. Spike put his gun into its holster and slid back, swiping one leg across the floor, knocking Van back.
The Zoidian opponent of Spike stumbled but regained his balance. Spike leapt into the air and shot his gun several more times, using many bullets. Van swiped the blades on his arms and deflected most of them, the others missing. Spike landed on the floor again as Van came back with a shoulder-tackle, also slashing Spike with the blades. Spike stumbled across the floor again. Once again, he was down. Everyone looked on, shocked that one of their top picks to win the tournament had gotten the crap beaten out of him by some fourteen year old rookie.
Van turned and ran to the other side of the ring, arms oustretched and blades shining with the sunlight on them. He could finish it with one blade shot. He dashed forward full-force at Spike, who was just getting up again. Spike looked up as Van moved forward. "I guess Jet was right. He did have what it took to beat me..." He pointed his gun, hoping for a last hope. A shot rang out suddenly, and Van hit the floor, just as Spike, still hurt badly, stumbled back.
The crowd gasped as Van was on the floor, his arm now bleeding. He gave a yell and pulled the blade out from under his sleeve and threw it away from him so that he could put a hand on the wound. This was his opportunity. Spike dashed forward and thrust a kick at Van, who was already near the edge of the ring. The attack sent him flying right out with a loud thud into the grass.
"Talk about a come-from-behind victory!" Stalker announced as the crowd cheered. "The winner is, SPIKE SPIEGEL!"
Spike, panting, barely managed to walk himself from the ring. He looked in his gun. "I guess that was the last one. I really should have loaded it..." He then saw a bullet. Spike picked up the bullet and examined it. "No way..."
From the audience, Vash put his gun back into its holster and casually walked out of the audience. "Now we're even, Spike"
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Preview of Next Chapter
Spike and Van are both headed to Nurse Joy after the harsh match between them, and you can bet she'll have her hands full. But the tournament continues with the twelfth match, Ryoko and Kenshin. Kenshin was in last year but wasn't able to do much, while Ryoko is a complete rookie. She hopes to win for the sake of Tenchi, who fell at the hands of Gohan, but with the odds riding against her, she's going to have to use something special to take out the expert swordsman.
Next Chapter: All About the Sword
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A/N: I know that ending to the match really happened in an episode of Trigun but I couldn't resist using it. I wanted to ever since I saw the episode.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z, Digimon, Outlaw Star, Zoids, Cowboy Bebop, Yu-Gi-Oh!, Cardcaptors, Hamtaro, Sailor Moon, Tenchi Muyo!/Tenchi Universe, Pokémon, Rurouni Kenshin, InuYasha or Yu-Yu Hakusho. If I did, then they'd all be on one channel in a huge block. But they're not, and I don't own them. But one day I will...I'm hoping so, anyway.
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The Super Anime World Tournament
By Hayabusa Will (TheNameIsWill@AOL.Com)
Chapter Fourteen-Blade versus Bounty
Stalker stood in the middle of the ring. "Wasn't that a shocker? And since it obviously won't take long, let's go onto the next match, Hercule Satan versus Charizard"
"Hear that? He says it's quick! He knows I'm gonna win!" Hercule boasted to the Fighter's Den, most of them who seemed annoying. "Ahahaha--what?"
Charizard walked over, making loud stomps as he made his way near Hercule. He gave a loud roar, causing Hercule to step back.
"The first competitor is a new guy who we invited since he insisted so much as the World Champion" Stated Stalker. "Please welcome HERCULE!"
Hercule's specialty music played as Hercule emerged, thrusting his arms into the air with peace signs. "YEAH!" He yelled. Some of the more gullible and easygoing fans in the audience cheered.
"And the opponent. He joined up with us last year and although he didn't get to fight, he sure proved in the preliminaries that he's capable of doing a lot of molten destruction. Welcome the fourth Pokémon of the tournament, the flame lizard, CHARIZARD!" He announced.
The dragon-like Fire Pokémon flew into the arena, receiving a loud ovation from the crowd. He flew into the front end, opposite of Hercule and landed with a thud.
"You both know how to go. Three, two, one...GO!"
Hercule walked over to Charizard. "Okay, Charry, stay there and I'll finish you with as little pain as possible!" He leapt back and went into a stance before flying at Charizard with a forward punch. "HYAH--"
Charizard gave a short roar and flapped his wings quickly, sending Hercule tumbling back after his failed punch. He got back up and moved towards Charizard again.
"MEGATON PUNCH!" Hercule yelled, dashing forward with his MegaTon Punch. Charizard raised a single claw and used his Scratch to hit Hercule, doing some damage. "Ow..." Hercule rose to his feet, one hand over the right side of his scratched face. "Take this, lizard!" Hercule began to throw several powerful (by some standard anyway) punches and kicks as Charizard's body.
Charizard yawned, as he had seen Chikorita that were stronger than Hercule. Hercule gave a yell and leapt into the air for a kick. Charizard roared loudly and held his head up, fire starting in his mouth. Hercule looked up as Charizard used Flamethrower and blasted Hercule, sending him right out of the ring.
"And as I said, fast. The winner, CHARIZARD!" Stalker announced.
"Hpmh, stupid Hercule" The wrestling champion Kid Muscle of the Hercules Factory who was a great IWF (International Wrestling Federation) champion, crossed his arms. He then realized something, a rare case. "Wait, now's my chance!" Kid Muscle quickly leapt from the stands and dashed into the ring, where Hercule was just pulling himself back into after his defeat.
"Hey, what's--" Hercule was quickly interrupted.
"Take this!" Kid Muscle quickly pulled Hercule into an upside down position, gripping him by the ankles. Kid Muscle leapt into the air, and came down with a slam that shook the ring, the move known only as the Kinniku Buster. The wrestler sprang to his feet and raised his arms in victory. "I win! That means that on a technicality I can finish this fight against Charizard! Go me!"
"Kid Muscle!" Master Hand, who was very angry, walked over. "I told you a thousand times, you registered yourself too late to get into the tournament! You're guaranteed a spot for next year, but not now! Now, get out of the ring! I'd call security now, but sadly, you ARE the security! Now get back to work"
"Oh fine..." Kid Muscle grumbled and donned a blue hat that said 'SECURITY' on it and walked off, still grumbling.
"Well, it's about time I take my first round win to make everyone happy" Spike put out his cigarette and got up.
"Aren't you a little overconfident?" Jet asked, leaning against his chair.
"The kid's fourteen, Jet. What's he going to do?"
"That Urameshi kid is fourteen and he beat Hamtaro, who, I might remind you, beat YOU last year" Jet responded. "Listen, all I'm saying is don't be too surprised if he turns out to be capable of besting you"
"I'll keep it in mind" Spike rose to his feet. "Wish me luck"
"Luck" Jet replied in an annoyed tone as Spike left.
"Still joining this fight fest, huh, Spike?" A voice asked as Spike exited to the Fighters' Den.
Spike looked to the left to see a tall young man wearing a red jacket and bright red sunglasses over his green eyes. His blond hair stood right up. He smirked, as did Spike. "If it isn't my old friend, Vash the Stampede. Surprised you're here"
"Had to come see" Vash chuckled. "I'm not in favor of it, but I gotta encourage you. I still do owe you after all, after...you know..."
*Vash looked up as he saw the Master Hand. But this Master Hand was not the one that organized the tournament today, but a massive, giant white glove who was diabolical and crazy. It laughed as Vash looked up and pointed his gun. "You won't take me, Hand!"
"You haven't a choice!" Replied the laughing Hand as it swooped in. Vash took several shots, but to no effect. The Hand smashed Vash with a flying fist attack. Vash hit the floor and rolled around as the hand loomed over him.
"No..." Vash got up.
Spike leapt out of the ship that the rest of the Fighters were being held on. "Hey, you! Run!" He wasn't a hero usually, but with what everyone else was going through, he didn't want someone else to be captured, especially now that he had gotten free.
"Spiegel! Damn you, GET BACK IN THERE!" Yelled Master Hand.
"I don't think so" Spike leapt into the air and came down with a kick. This hardly phased Master Hand, who grabbed Spike and threw him hard at the ship, nearly breaking him in half. Spike hit the floor hard, not moving.
"Now for--" Master Hand turned to Vash.
"No you DON'T!" Vash shot Master Hand with his Angel Arm. The hand gave a yell in agony at this attack, which wouldn't have gotten done right if it was still straight-on fight. Vash looked at Spike. "Spike Spiegel...I guess I owe you" With that, Vash ran off before Master Hand regrouped.
"DAMNIT!" Yelled Master Hand. "Ah hell...guess I'll just have to get that Kenshin Himura fellow instead..."*
"You saved me then, Spike" Vash told him. "I owe ya one"
"Nah, I had that beating coming" Spike replied. "Even though that injury caused me to lose to Hamtaro in round one, it was no big deal. Just sit back and get some popcorn while I win this fight"
"We'll see" Vash replied. He nodded to Spike and dashed back into the audience to sit with Meryl, Millie and Wolfwood.
"Okay, now where's my support?!" Van asked.
"Boo" Yelled several people, throwing cups and other assorted things at him.
"Oh, thanks a lot" Van grumbled.
Goku walked over to Van. "Don't worry, they're just not keen on new guys"
"But they liked Urameshi!" Van replied.
"Ah, they just wanted to see Hamtaro lose" Goku told him. "I wish you luck"
"Okay, fine" Van replied. He nodded and dashed up the steps to the Fighter's Den and waited at the top for the announcement, Spike a few feet away.
Stalker picked up his microphone and began to announce the tenth match. "Okay, now it's time for the next match, between one of the greatest Zoid fighters ever and one of the greatest bounty hunters ever. First, he's tall, he has green hair, he beat Sailor Moon in the first tournament ever, and got beaten down by Hamtaro in the second" Everyone gave a few chuckles at that. "Please welcome SPIKE SPIEGEL!"
The crowd went wild, as everyone knew and loved the most-likely overrated bounty hunter. He walked calmly into the ring and went to the far side, standing straight with his arms out a little, gun in one hand.
"And his opponent. Member of the guardian force, the pimp to Fiona, if you'd believe this little twerp COULD, he drives a Blade Liger, he's dark haired, he's short, and he's one of the best that Planet Zi can throw at us along with Bit Cloud. Welcome VAN FLEIHEIGHT!"
Van came out to a rather small amount of applause. It was starting to bug him. Nobody believed in him, nobody was glad he came back, nobody in the Fighters' Den wanted him to win. Hell, the program listed him as having lower odds than everyone else. It was just too much for him.
"All right!" Stalker yelled as Van and Spike faced each other. "Let's get the show on the road! Three...two...one...GO!"
"Okay, kid, you can have one shot" Spike told Van, holding up one finger.
"I'LL SHOW YOU!" Yelled the infuriated Van. He dashed at Spike and hit him with a punch across the face that knocked Spike off his feet. Everyone gasped as Spike was on the floor. Van looked at his right fist. "Whoa, I really did that"
Spike pulled himself to his feet and drove his right foot into Van's stomach. Van groaned and leapt back. Spike pulled out his gun and pointed it at Van. However, Van wasn't going to let this happen, and kicked Spike in the stomach just as Spike had done before. The pilot yelled and began to hit Spike with all he had, smashing him across the face with one blow after another. Spike looked up, surprised at Van's progress. Van leapt four feet into the air and kicked Spike across the face. The second Spike fell, Van leapt on him and began to smash him over and over with both fists.
Spike raised his gun again, only to get it knocked away by Van, who angrily punched Spike again and leapt off, following with a kick to his side. Spike pulled himself up, but too slowly as Van angrily kicked him again and began his furious punching assault. Van grabbed Spike by the arm and slammed him into the ground and began to angrily stomp on his back with his right foot.
"Oh, Jesus, Spike, what's wrong with you?!" Faye Valentine, Spike and Jet's partner in crime, yelled from the sidelines. "It's a kid for God's sake! Why are you letting him beat the crap out of you!"
If he could, he would've yelled at Faye, and told her that he wasn't letting Van. But Van was continuing like a man on fire. He must've driven his fists into Spike's face at least six dozen times by now. Spike's face was covered in bruises and his forehead had blood tripping out of it. Van stopped, panting heavily. He got off of Spike. "HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT?! WHO'S THE GUY WHO CAN'T WIN NOW?! HUH?!"
The whole arena was silent. The people in the Fighter's Den were not speaking. Bit was especially quiet, and happy that he wasn't the one who was getting the crap beaten out of him by a guy who's a foot shorter than him. The audience was shocked, and a lot of people realized that they were going to lose money on the bets in the front, as 80% of the betters had placed their money on Spike to beat Van.
Spike was barely getting to his feet as Van stood back, fists up. Spike rose again, but Van was coming at him with another leaping kick, followed by an uppercut. As Spike stumbled back, he jumped into the air and kneed him across the chest. "Now it's time to knock you out!"
"Do you think you won that easily?" Asked Spike. Before Van had time to notice anything else, Spike hit him with a punch across the face, much stronger than any Van threw. A second hit Van, followed by a quick volley of kicks with Spike's right foot. Spike turned into a roundhouse kick, which let his foot loose into Van's chin, knocking him right off his feet. The crowd cheered loudly. "I let you get those shots in" Spike wiped the blood off of his forehead, trying to do something so people didn't realize he wasn't telling the full truth about that. Van got up and moved forward with a punch. Spike held up one hand to catch this, then gave Van a strong kick to the chest, knocking him clear across the ring.
"SPEIGEL! SPEIGEL! SPEIGEL!" Chanted most of the crowd's people.
Spike smirked. "It's all wrapped up"
Van, panting, was on his hands and knees. He looked up at his opponent. "No...you're underestimating me. Everyone wants me to lose, they think I'll lose...just like Raven thought I would lose. But I showed him. And I'll show YOU!" Van held out his arms, and from under his sleeves two blades that stretched a little longer than his arms emerged.
"What the?!" Spike took a step back.
"I pilot a Zoid, and it fights, but I'm going to fight like it, starting with THESE!" Van dashed forward. "BLADE ATTACK!" He leapt into the air and swung the two blades, cutting Spike across each shoulder. Spike fell over, leaving Van a chance to go into a flurry of punches again. The pilot leapt back two feet, and then into the air to come down and slash Spike across the stomach with his blade. Spike coughed from the ground, and realized that what Jet said might've been right.
The bounty hunter kicked himself to his feet and threw a forward kick at Van's thigh, and used the oppotunity he got by stunning the kid to grab him and slam him to the ground, shooting a barrage of bullets. However, due to rules, these bullets were barely strong enough to piece skin. They still did certain damage to Van, however. Spike put his gun into its holster and slid back, swiping one leg across the floor, knocking Van back.
The Zoidian opponent of Spike stumbled but regained his balance. Spike leapt into the air and shot his gun several more times, using many bullets. Van swiped the blades on his arms and deflected most of them, the others missing. Spike landed on the floor again as Van came back with a shoulder-tackle, also slashing Spike with the blades. Spike stumbled across the floor again. Once again, he was down. Everyone looked on, shocked that one of their top picks to win the tournament had gotten the crap beaten out of him by some fourteen year old rookie.
Van turned and ran to the other side of the ring, arms oustretched and blades shining with the sunlight on them. He could finish it with one blade shot. He dashed forward full-force at Spike, who was just getting up again. Spike looked up as Van moved forward. "I guess Jet was right. He did have what it took to beat me..." He pointed his gun, hoping for a last hope. A shot rang out suddenly, and Van hit the floor, just as Spike, still hurt badly, stumbled back.
The crowd gasped as Van was on the floor, his arm now bleeding. He gave a yell and pulled the blade out from under his sleeve and threw it away from him so that he could put a hand on the wound. This was his opportunity. Spike dashed forward and thrust a kick at Van, who was already near the edge of the ring. The attack sent him flying right out with a loud thud into the grass.
"Talk about a come-from-behind victory!" Stalker announced as the crowd cheered. "The winner is, SPIKE SPIEGEL!"
Spike, panting, barely managed to walk himself from the ring. He looked in his gun. "I guess that was the last one. I really should have loaded it..." He then saw a bullet. Spike picked up the bullet and examined it. "No way..."
From the audience, Vash put his gun back into its holster and casually walked out of the audience. "Now we're even, Spike"
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Preview of Next Chapter
Spike and Van are both headed to Nurse Joy after the harsh match between them, and you can bet she'll have her hands full. But the tournament continues with the twelfth match, Ryoko and Kenshin. Kenshin was in last year but wasn't able to do much, while Ryoko is a complete rookie. She hopes to win for the sake of Tenchi, who fell at the hands of Gohan, but with the odds riding against her, she's going to have to use something special to take out the expert swordsman.
Next Chapter: All About the Sword
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A/N: I know that ending to the match really happened in an episode of Trigun but I couldn't resist using it. I wanted to ever since I saw the episode.