A/N: Sorry about such a long wait between chapters. Between writer's block, lack of wanting to write for a bit, schoolwork, Soul Calibur 2, girls, running tournaments, girls, other Fics and GameFAQs.Com, it's been kind of hard. And I REALLY lacked inspiration for this chapter, and didn't really find it, so it's going to be inspired by wrestling, so if you know wrestling you might like this chapter more. And if you hate wrestling, well, you still might like it. And I promise that after this updates will be faster.
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 Sixteen-A Vicious Fight
"I thought you weren't going to be coming here!" Eighteen said, somewhat loudly. "Why?"
"Why what?" Replied Seventeen calmly.
"Why have you come here?!" Eighteen demanded.
"You seem upset? Why is that?" Asked Seventeen with his continuing smile. He didn't seem to be angered by Eighteen growling.
Slowly, Eighteen dropped her angry expression. "So that's the game you want to play..." She whispered quietly. As she turned to Seventeen, Eighteen raised her voice again. "I how the back of your shirt is wet. Is that some kind of new look?"
"Cute" Replied Seventeen, his voice starting to become annoyed. "But I'm just here to enjoy the fights. And should it happen, beat up walking pink marshmallows"
"Fine, I'll leave you to it then" Slowly, Eighteen floated away. ~That jerk...~ She thought. ~He knew that I didn't want him to come. But he came anyway. I'll just ignore him...he'll get what's coming to him later...~
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"And it's time for fight number thirteen!" Announced Stalker to the cheering crowd. "Well, after Kenshin's win, I think we should be in for a pretty good match here, between Jet Black and Vicious. Jet Black has a good part of him made of metal, and Vicious is a skilled swordsman in control of the Red Dragons. So let's see who will win! First, weighing in at something more than it should be because of his metal eye and arm, welcome Jet Black!"
Jet emerged from the Fighters Den, rather surprised by the amount of fans he had. In the second tournament, there was no crowd, no fans, and having lost early on to Tenchi made him feel that he might have been in this alone, except for Spike and maybe some of the other fighters that made friends with him. He stepped into the right and went to the far side, picking up his gun from his holster.
"And his opponent, he leads the Red Dragons and uses a sword, and a gun too. A double-weapon wielding man with the good hair and fashion, welcome...Vicious"
Vicious stepped out of the Fighters' Den, his head down and his long hair covering his face. He had in one hand his sword, and in his other hand his gun. He didn't seem to notice what any other fighter would have surely noticed: the screaming Fangirls in the audience going crazy over him. He walked into the ring and put his head up, facing Jet as he held his weapons.
"Let's see how this match turns out. Three...two...one...FIGHT!"
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In the medical ward, Tenchi looked up at the television screen to see that the next fight between Jet and Vicious would be starting soon. "I wonder why Ryoko isn't here yet..."
"Maybe she's not that badly hurt" Nurse Joy said, hoping to comfort Tenchi.
"No, I saw what happened" Tenchi replied, thinking back to the fight he saw. Ryoko was laid out on the ground, not even moving. Tenchi couldn't bring himself to believe that she would be up and about after that. "Ryoko wouldn't stop fighting unless she was badly hurt. I've got to go find her!" Despite his injures, Tenchi leapt out of bed and dashed off.
"Tenchi wait!" Nurse Joy called, but was too late for her to stop him.
"I have to find her..." Tenchi told himself as he dashed out into the Fighters' Den. He looked around but didn't see any sign of Ryoko.
Ryoko was floating about the Fighters Den, a sad look on her face. "I failed this time. I was hoping that Tenchi would think better of me if I could beat that redheaded sword kid. But I couldn't even do that. And some people get to fight hamsters...sheesh..."
"Well, lamenting over a loss, Ryoko?" A voice asked. Ryoko's eyes turned to see a man also floating above the Fighters Den. A blonde-haired man with slightly tanned skin. Over his shoulders was a black robe that lead down to white pants. A smile was on his face as he looked at Ryoko.
"Hotsuma" Ryoko muttered. "I thought I took care of you a long time ago"
"No, not quite..." Replied Hotsuma. "I managed to escape intact, and now I'm as strong as ever. I know this may be a long shot, but would you like to join me once again?"
"No way" Ryoko replied, turning away. "I had enough of you before, why would I want to come with you again? Just go away"
Hotsuma's smile faded a bit, but he still managed to keep a similar expression as he looked at Ryoko. "Well, could you at least tell me why you seem so upset now?"
"I lost to that purple-wearing scarface and I don't think Tenchi's going to be happy about it" Ryoko floated a little higher, still facing away. She let out a sigh. "After he lost himself, I'm afraid he's gonna be disappointed in me because Kagato was able to win, but neither of us could"
Hotsuma floated over to Ryoko and put a hand on her shoulder. "If that is so, then that isn't the kind of guy that you would want, is it?" Ryoko's eyes turned to Hotsuma, as she wore an expression that she didn't usually have. "I think you would enjoy yourself more without having to deal with swordsmen and Tenchi shunning you because you tried your best but still lost. Come with me, Ryoko, you know you want to..."
"But..." Ryoko looked away again.
"I could change your life for the better, Ryoko. You were happy when you came with me, weren't you?"
"I guess I was..."
Hotsuma looked into Ryoko's eyes, and she did the same. A single tear fell from her eye as she embraced Hotsuma, who did the same.
"Ryoko?" Tenchi walked out of the Fighters' Den and looked up to see as she was flying away with Hotsuma. "I know that guy...it's Hotsuma! She's going with him again! I've got to stop this...somehow..."
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"So Black, you think you're a good fighter?" Asked Vicious, still wielding his double weapons.
"More than you can hope to be" Replied Jet, smirking a bit.
"Well, if you're so good, then let's see how you do...without weapons" Vicious replied. "And if you put your weapons down, I will do the same"
Jet was becoming excited now, but hid it. Vicious had a scrawny-looking body and couldn't possibly be a good hand-to-hand fighter. "You, scrawny? You want to fight me without any weapons?"
"What, are you afraid that I'm not strong enough to fight?" Vicious demanded.
"Fine then, I'll do it" Jet tossed his gun outside the ring, and then did the same with his spare gun.
"Very well" Vicious put down his sword and gun outside of the ring, a small clank after each one.
"You two ARE allowed to use weapons, you know" Stalker pointed out for them.
"Not for this one, we're not!" Jet dashed at Vicious, not wasting any time. Vicious jumped to the right, but ran into a punch right to the face. Vicious kicked himself back to his feet and took a right fist a Jet, who hastily ducked and grabbed Vicious from behind, pulling himself backwards onto the ground, which landed Vicious' head into the ring's floor. Jet got up rather quickly, while Vicious struggled a bit. Jet ran over and stomped Vicious' back while dashing past him.
Jet came dashing back, as Vicious looked up and swung one foot around to trip Jet by the ankle. He then wrapped an arm across Jet's right arm and extending to his neck, to pull him into a painful hold. Jet struggled to get free, but Vicious was holding him down tightly to put the pain on him. Jet, however, had a plan. He tried to pull himself to his feet, while Vicious struggled trying to keep him down. However, Jet was much stronger physically, and was able to get up, though Vicious had his choke-hold still intact. Jet leapt down, bringing Vicious' chin crashing onto the top of Jet's head and putting pressure on the arm Vicious had around Jet. Jet got up, as Vicious staggered back. He took a step forward, only to walk right into one of Jet's kicks.
"Not bad..." Said Faye from the audience. "Jet's doing a lot better than Spike was..."
"Jet Jet is gonna blast him!" Yelled Ed, the red-haired youngster girl that traveled with the Bebop crew.
Jet reached down and grabbed Vicious by the hair, pulling him up and raising a fist. Vicious looked up with a rather disgusted look on his face. "You think it's over already?!" He leapt out of the way and threw a kick of his own at Jet's face, then a one-armed tackle to finish it. Vicious took two steps back and smiled as Jet got up slowly. Jet was on his hands and knees to push himself up when Vicious came in with a kick to the face, then put Jet's head under his right arm and pulled himself onto the ground, slamming the top of Jet's head onto the ring. He leapt off and took two steps behind him and ran back at Jet.
Thinking quick, Jet pulled himself to his feet and held out his right arm, leaving Vicious to run straight into a punch. He then picked Vicious up with two hands by his shirt and gave him a savage throw back down onto the ground. He didn't allow Vicious to get to his feet after that, jumping down with his full weight onto Vicious' stomach, leaving the long-haired swordsman coughing loudly.
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"Hey, Jet isn't doing half-bad" Spike said from the medical ward. "He better win, I know I did"
"I know I did, I know I did" Van grumbled in a mocking way, looking away from Spike. "Lousy stinking cheating bounty hunter..."
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Vicious was on one knee, trying to get up. "Your moves seem somewhat familiar. You have experience in wrestling?"
Jet nodded. "A while ago, and I still know how!" He leapt into the air with a two-footed kick that prevented Vicious from getting up. Jet got to his feet quickly and put Vicious' head by his knees. "Now I'll show you what my finishing move was when I used to wrestle!"
With that said, he pulled Vicious a few inches into the air. Vicious was resisting, and managed to keep himself from being lifted. Jet pulled again, but once again Vicious prevented Jet from doing anything more than pulling him a few inches into the air. Jet tried pulling again, but his opponent broke the hold and flipped Jet over his head. As soon as Jet hit, Vicious then dropped himself, his elbow colliding with Jet's chest. Vicious got up again and kicked Jet in the face, causing him to drop his head again.
"Looks like Black has lost control" Vegeta said from the Fighters' Den. "I'll be fighting against Vicious then next round..."
Gene Starwind's voice replied to this from behind. "I wouldn't be so sure of that..."
"What do you mean, Starwind?" Vegeta demanded.
Gene chuckled a bit. "You'll see"
Vicious was still in control, attacking Jet. He slapped Jet across the chest, a loud sound coming from it. He then switched to kicks, thrusting a boot at Jet's stomach. After about five or so kicks, Vicious took a step back and prepared for a punch, when Jet thrust a punch of his own into Vicious' chest. He went for another one, when Vicious grabbed Jet by the arm and pulled him onto the ground in a snap maneuver, pulling on his arm for the most pain as he could inflict. Vicious looked down at Jet with a somewhat crazed look and said "It hurts, doesn't it?"
"Not as much as THIS" Jet pulled himself up, even with Vicious hanging onto his arm. He then pulled Vicious down with a thrust, forcing him to let go. As Vicious got up with some difficulty, Jet was waiting with a punch. This punch missed also, however, and Vicious put his arms around Jet's neck from behind, choking him. "Nice try, buddy, but I'm trained for that" Jet elbowed Vicious in the stomach, forcing him to give a loud gasp and let go along the way.
Vicious backed up to the edge of the ring. "Well, if you're a wrestler, then you'd be ready for THIS" He pulled a steel folding chair from the side of the ring and swung it hard, knocking Jet to the floor of the ring. "I'd say it's over now" Vicious walked over to Jet. "You see, Black? You underestimated me, like Spiegel did with the Zoid pilot kid"
The bounty hunter forced himself to smile. "No, you see, when Spike underestimated his opponent, he had reason to. The thing is, I'm not underestimating you. In fact I overestimated you. I thought you might be a CHALLENGE!" Jet thrust a kick into the air, and easily got up right after. Vicious took the kick right in the cranium. Jet walked over and grabbed Vicious by the throat and forced his head between Jet's knees. Jet then flipped Vicious into the air while still holding him, and threw him down into the ring's bottom. Vicious' head smashed against the chair with a sickening crack.
Stalker looked at Vicious and called it from there. "That's a knockout if I saw one. The winner of the match is JET BLACK!"
"Nice going" A voice came. Jet looked over to see Spike standing there, bandages and all, smirking.
"Thanks, Spike" Jet nodded and walked off, leaving Vicious in an unconscious heap waiting to be picked up by Nurse Joy's Chansey.
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Preview of Next Chapter
With Jet moving on in the tournament, it's time for the match to see. That's right, it's Goku versus Vegeta in the rematch of all rematches. Only one of these Saiyans can move onto round two. Vegeta is especially determined to win, but Goku isn't going to go down without a fight. What more can you want?! Maybe Ash meeting Yugi for a challenge to a Pokémon and Duel Monster duel...but back to Goku Vs. Vegeta! Who will win, and less importantly, can the ring survive the match?!
Next Chapter: Battle of the Saiyans
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 Sixteen-A Vicious Fight
"I thought you weren't going to be coming here!" Eighteen said, somewhat loudly. "Why?"
"Why what?" Replied Seventeen calmly.
"Why have you come here?!" Eighteen demanded.
"You seem upset? Why is that?" Asked Seventeen with his continuing smile. He didn't seem to be angered by Eighteen growling.
Slowly, Eighteen dropped her angry expression. "So that's the game you want to play..." She whispered quietly. As she turned to Seventeen, Eighteen raised her voice again. "I how the back of your shirt is wet. Is that some kind of new look?"
"Cute" Replied Seventeen, his voice starting to become annoyed. "But I'm just here to enjoy the fights. And should it happen, beat up walking pink marshmallows"
"Fine, I'll leave you to it then" Slowly, Eighteen floated away. ~That jerk...~ She thought. ~He knew that I didn't want him to come. But he came anyway. I'll just ignore him...he'll get what's coming to him later...~
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"And it's time for fight number thirteen!" Announced Stalker to the cheering crowd. "Well, after Kenshin's win, I think we should be in for a pretty good match here, between Jet Black and Vicious. Jet Black has a good part of him made of metal, and Vicious is a skilled swordsman in control of the Red Dragons. So let's see who will win! First, weighing in at something more than it should be because of his metal eye and arm, welcome Jet Black!"
Jet emerged from the Fighters Den, rather surprised by the amount of fans he had. In the second tournament, there was no crowd, no fans, and having lost early on to Tenchi made him feel that he might have been in this alone, except for Spike and maybe some of the other fighters that made friends with him. He stepped into the right and went to the far side, picking up his gun from his holster.
"And his opponent, he leads the Red Dragons and uses a sword, and a gun too. A double-weapon wielding man with the good hair and fashion, welcome...Vicious"
Vicious stepped out of the Fighters' Den, his head down and his long hair covering his face. He had in one hand his sword, and in his other hand his gun. He didn't seem to notice what any other fighter would have surely noticed: the screaming Fangirls in the audience going crazy over him. He walked into the ring and put his head up, facing Jet as he held his weapons.
"Let's see how this match turns out. Three...two...one...FIGHT!"
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In the medical ward, Tenchi looked up at the television screen to see that the next fight between Jet and Vicious would be starting soon. "I wonder why Ryoko isn't here yet..."
"Maybe she's not that badly hurt" Nurse Joy said, hoping to comfort Tenchi.
"No, I saw what happened" Tenchi replied, thinking back to the fight he saw. Ryoko was laid out on the ground, not even moving. Tenchi couldn't bring himself to believe that she would be up and about after that. "Ryoko wouldn't stop fighting unless she was badly hurt. I've got to go find her!" Despite his injures, Tenchi leapt out of bed and dashed off.
"Tenchi wait!" Nurse Joy called, but was too late for her to stop him.
"I have to find her..." Tenchi told himself as he dashed out into the Fighters' Den. He looked around but didn't see any sign of Ryoko.
Ryoko was floating about the Fighters Den, a sad look on her face. "I failed this time. I was hoping that Tenchi would think better of me if I could beat that redheaded sword kid. But I couldn't even do that. And some people get to fight hamsters...sheesh..."
"Well, lamenting over a loss, Ryoko?" A voice asked. Ryoko's eyes turned to see a man also floating above the Fighters Den. A blonde-haired man with slightly tanned skin. Over his shoulders was a black robe that lead down to white pants. A smile was on his face as he looked at Ryoko.
"Hotsuma" Ryoko muttered. "I thought I took care of you a long time ago"
"No, not quite..." Replied Hotsuma. "I managed to escape intact, and now I'm as strong as ever. I know this may be a long shot, but would you like to join me once again?"
"No way" Ryoko replied, turning away. "I had enough of you before, why would I want to come with you again? Just go away"
Hotsuma's smile faded a bit, but he still managed to keep a similar expression as he looked at Ryoko. "Well, could you at least tell me why you seem so upset now?"
"I lost to that purple-wearing scarface and I don't think Tenchi's going to be happy about it" Ryoko floated a little higher, still facing away. She let out a sigh. "After he lost himself, I'm afraid he's gonna be disappointed in me because Kagato was able to win, but neither of us could"
Hotsuma floated over to Ryoko and put a hand on her shoulder. "If that is so, then that isn't the kind of guy that you would want, is it?" Ryoko's eyes turned to Hotsuma, as she wore an expression that she didn't usually have. "I think you would enjoy yourself more without having to deal with swordsmen and Tenchi shunning you because you tried your best but still lost. Come with me, Ryoko, you know you want to..."
"But..." Ryoko looked away again.
"I could change your life for the better, Ryoko. You were happy when you came with me, weren't you?"
"I guess I was..."
Hotsuma looked into Ryoko's eyes, and she did the same. A single tear fell from her eye as she embraced Hotsuma, who did the same.
"Ryoko?" Tenchi walked out of the Fighters' Den and looked up to see as she was flying away with Hotsuma. "I know that guy...it's Hotsuma! She's going with him again! I've got to stop this...somehow..."
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"So Black, you think you're a good fighter?" Asked Vicious, still wielding his double weapons.
"More than you can hope to be" Replied Jet, smirking a bit.
"Well, if you're so good, then let's see how you do...without weapons" Vicious replied. "And if you put your weapons down, I will do the same"
Jet was becoming excited now, but hid it. Vicious had a scrawny-looking body and couldn't possibly be a good hand-to-hand fighter. "You, scrawny? You want to fight me without any weapons?"
"What, are you afraid that I'm not strong enough to fight?" Vicious demanded.
"Fine then, I'll do it" Jet tossed his gun outside the ring, and then did the same with his spare gun.
"Very well" Vicious put down his sword and gun outside of the ring, a small clank after each one.
"You two ARE allowed to use weapons, you know" Stalker pointed out for them.
"Not for this one, we're not!" Jet dashed at Vicious, not wasting any time. Vicious jumped to the right, but ran into a punch right to the face. Vicious kicked himself back to his feet and took a right fist a Jet, who hastily ducked and grabbed Vicious from behind, pulling himself backwards onto the ground, which landed Vicious' head into the ring's floor. Jet got up rather quickly, while Vicious struggled a bit. Jet ran over and stomped Vicious' back while dashing past him.
Jet came dashing back, as Vicious looked up and swung one foot around to trip Jet by the ankle. He then wrapped an arm across Jet's right arm and extending to his neck, to pull him into a painful hold. Jet struggled to get free, but Vicious was holding him down tightly to put the pain on him. Jet, however, had a plan. He tried to pull himself to his feet, while Vicious struggled trying to keep him down. However, Jet was much stronger physically, and was able to get up, though Vicious had his choke-hold still intact. Jet leapt down, bringing Vicious' chin crashing onto the top of Jet's head and putting pressure on the arm Vicious had around Jet. Jet got up, as Vicious staggered back. He took a step forward, only to walk right into one of Jet's kicks.
"Not bad..." Said Faye from the audience. "Jet's doing a lot better than Spike was..."
"Jet Jet is gonna blast him!" Yelled Ed, the red-haired youngster girl that traveled with the Bebop crew.
Jet reached down and grabbed Vicious by the hair, pulling him up and raising a fist. Vicious looked up with a rather disgusted look on his face. "You think it's over already?!" He leapt out of the way and threw a kick of his own at Jet's face, then a one-armed tackle to finish it. Vicious took two steps back and smiled as Jet got up slowly. Jet was on his hands and knees to push himself up when Vicious came in with a kick to the face, then put Jet's head under his right arm and pulled himself onto the ground, slamming the top of Jet's head onto the ring. He leapt off and took two steps behind him and ran back at Jet.
Thinking quick, Jet pulled himself to his feet and held out his right arm, leaving Vicious to run straight into a punch. He then picked Vicious up with two hands by his shirt and gave him a savage throw back down onto the ground. He didn't allow Vicious to get to his feet after that, jumping down with his full weight onto Vicious' stomach, leaving the long-haired swordsman coughing loudly.
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"Hey, Jet isn't doing half-bad" Spike said from the medical ward. "He better win, I know I did"
"I know I did, I know I did" Van grumbled in a mocking way, looking away from Spike. "Lousy stinking cheating bounty hunter..."
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Vicious was on one knee, trying to get up. "Your moves seem somewhat familiar. You have experience in wrestling?"
Jet nodded. "A while ago, and I still know how!" He leapt into the air with a two-footed kick that prevented Vicious from getting up. Jet got to his feet quickly and put Vicious' head by his knees. "Now I'll show you what my finishing move was when I used to wrestle!"
With that said, he pulled Vicious a few inches into the air. Vicious was resisting, and managed to keep himself from being lifted. Jet pulled again, but once again Vicious prevented Jet from doing anything more than pulling him a few inches into the air. Jet tried pulling again, but his opponent broke the hold and flipped Jet over his head. As soon as Jet hit, Vicious then dropped himself, his elbow colliding with Jet's chest. Vicious got up again and kicked Jet in the face, causing him to drop his head again.
"Looks like Black has lost control" Vegeta said from the Fighters' Den. "I'll be fighting against Vicious then next round..."
Gene Starwind's voice replied to this from behind. "I wouldn't be so sure of that..."
"What do you mean, Starwind?" Vegeta demanded.
Gene chuckled a bit. "You'll see"
Vicious was still in control, attacking Jet. He slapped Jet across the chest, a loud sound coming from it. He then switched to kicks, thrusting a boot at Jet's stomach. After about five or so kicks, Vicious took a step back and prepared for a punch, when Jet thrust a punch of his own into Vicious' chest. He went for another one, when Vicious grabbed Jet by the arm and pulled him onto the ground in a snap maneuver, pulling on his arm for the most pain as he could inflict. Vicious looked down at Jet with a somewhat crazed look and said "It hurts, doesn't it?"
"Not as much as THIS" Jet pulled himself up, even with Vicious hanging onto his arm. He then pulled Vicious down with a thrust, forcing him to let go. As Vicious got up with some difficulty, Jet was waiting with a punch. This punch missed also, however, and Vicious put his arms around Jet's neck from behind, choking him. "Nice try, buddy, but I'm trained for that" Jet elbowed Vicious in the stomach, forcing him to give a loud gasp and let go along the way.
Vicious backed up to the edge of the ring. "Well, if you're a wrestler, then you'd be ready for THIS" He pulled a steel folding chair from the side of the ring and swung it hard, knocking Jet to the floor of the ring. "I'd say it's over now" Vicious walked over to Jet. "You see, Black? You underestimated me, like Spiegel did with the Zoid pilot kid"
The bounty hunter forced himself to smile. "No, you see, when Spike underestimated his opponent, he had reason to. The thing is, I'm not underestimating you. In fact I overestimated you. I thought you might be a CHALLENGE!" Jet thrust a kick into the air, and easily got up right after. Vicious took the kick right in the cranium. Jet walked over and grabbed Vicious by the throat and forced his head between Jet's knees. Jet then flipped Vicious into the air while still holding him, and threw him down into the ring's bottom. Vicious' head smashed against the chair with a sickening crack.
Stalker looked at Vicious and called it from there. "That's a knockout if I saw one. The winner of the match is JET BLACK!"
"Nice going" A voice came. Jet looked over to see Spike standing there, bandages and all, smirking.
"Thanks, Spike" Jet nodded and walked off, leaving Vicious in an unconscious heap waiting to be picked up by Nurse Joy's Chansey.
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Preview of Next Chapter
With Jet moving on in the tournament, it's time for the match to see. That's right, it's Goku versus Vegeta in the rematch of all rematches. Only one of these Saiyans can move onto round two. Vegeta is especially determined to win, but Goku isn't going to go down without a fight. What more can you want?! Maybe Ash meeting Yugi for a challenge to a Pokémon and Duel Monster duel...but back to Goku Vs. Vegeta! Who will win, and less importantly, can the ring survive the match?!
Next Chapter: Battle of the Saiyans