Three Months Later…
The four men started walking towards the Jet. They were told that they were going to be staying in a luxurious hotel once they got to the tournament grounds. They walked side by side by side by side. Sean was on the far left, he was wearing a black trench coat, sunglasses, and a large black hat. Next to him stood John, he was wearing a pair of baggy jeans, a belt with a pouch filled with seeds and flowers and he was wearing a plain white T-shirt with an unbuttoned jacket over it. Zack stood next to him, he was also wearing a pair of jeans, and only his were black. They had two pockets on each side where he carried two wooded sword hilts he had been given during his training. He was also wearing a black shirt. All the black made his hair look even brighter that it was. Rios was on the way right. He was wearing a pair of working boots, a very loose green t-shirt, a pair of regular jeans, and a pair of sunglasses.
They all sat down on the jet. Zack turned on the Radio and it was blasting heavy metal. Sean quickly turned off the music.
"Hey I was listening to that!" Zack proclaimed.
"You got plenty of time to listen to that later" Sean said as he pressed a button. The TV screen turned on with a bright flash of light. On it was a picture of the arena. "That's the arena we'll be fighting in." The picture changed to a world map. "If we win, then all of this land will be under Irish and U.S. rule." Sean said as all of North America, as well as large portions of other parts of the world as well. "We've see this a million times! Cant we sit back and just wait till we get there, it shouldn't be more that 10 minutes in this baby." Rios bellowed.
"Sorry if I don't like uncomfortable silences" Sean Mumbled
Not too much later the plane landed. They were scheduled to fight in the first round of the tournament, so instead of checking in at the hotel like they were supposed to, they went right to the main gate. About ten guards, armed with submachine guns stood guard, the moved out of the way as the team made its way through. They walked through the hallway again until they reached a huge door, about 20 feet high. A young women, no older than 20 walked up to them, she had brown hair that was about shoulder length and wore a blue suite. "Hello, you're later than expected she said, looking at her watch. Let me just quickly go over the rules, in this tournament anything goes, only weapons that are not allowed are guns of any sort. If your opponent falls to the ground you will stay back and a ten count will be made." She looked down at her watch. "Its time this thing got started." she said, "I wish you good luck"
"How are we late? I thought we made it with time to spare." John said
"Good thing we didn't go check in at the hotel, eh Sean" Rios said as he looked at Sean.
"Hey, it's not my fault; I just wanted to see the hotel, maybe check out the restaurants bar." Sean said, his voice wandering off.
"Just HOW much more alcohol could you possibly want, you got a huge bottle of vodka in your hand!" Zack yelled. Just as he finished, the doors slowly crept open they walked through the doors and next to the arena, there was a bench to sit in for the people who weren't fighting at the moment. VIP boxes lined the top of the stadium, all filled with government officials from around the world.
A man appeared on the center of the stage. "Greetings! I will be the official for this tournament! On the left side of the ring, we have the team of the USA and Ireland!!! ON the Right side of the ring, we have the Team of Russia and Germany!!! But that's enough talk, lets get this thing started!" he screamed as he pointed his finger into the air. "Teams at this time please choose your first fighters!" Zack looked across the ring, the opponents didn't look that tough, there was a Young boy, no older than 12. A girl only a little older than Zack and John. Then he looked next to her, a man whose skin were completely gray stood next to her and a man who looked to be in his twenties stood next to him.
"I'll fight the boy" John said.
Zack looked at his opponents, "The… not gray guy is mine." he said
Rios looked at the two left "The gray one is mine" he told them
"Than the girl is mine." Sean mumbled.
"Enough of this, lets get things started." said the kid, as he jumped onto the arena.
"Looks like I'm up" said John with a hint of excitement in his voice. He thought he knew who his opponent was. But he was positive when he saw the yoyo's swinging from his fingers.
"Are you ready?" The announcer asked as he started to back away. "Then let's get this party started!!!! He roared. A moment later the kid charged at John. John quickly pulled a rose out of his pocket.
"ROSE WHIP!!" the thorny wine appeared in his hand once more.
"It'll take more than a fancy whip to beat me!!" the boy said as he flung his yoyos in front of him. The started to twist and turn all over the place, John soon found himself whipping his whip in every direction trying to parry the blows.
One yoyo flew at his head; he put his free hand in front of it, trying to catch it. But the second it hit his hand he regretted doing so. The miniature spikes on the yoyo's dug deep into his hand, a deep gash appearing where it once were.
Both yoyos were flying back towards his stomach. But he managed to swing the whip right in front of them, swinging around the strings. The strings were entangled in the whip, and the little boy was having a hard time trying to separate them. Just then John released the whip, now reaching into his bag and pulling out a small blade of grass. He focused his energy into it like he did the rose, only this time a large Greed sword appeared instead of a whip, he charged the boy with all his speed, when he got close enough he lunged into the air, the sword raised above his head. He was just inches away from the boy now, he saw fear in the kid's eyes. John went to bring down the sword when suddenly he stopped in mid-air.
"Never underestimate the power of children's toys." said the boy, a grin appearing on his face.
John looked over his shoulder to see that the yoyos were untangled, and now the strings were wrapped around his legs and waist.
"Now prepare to feel major loads of Pain." the boy said, spinning John over his head like a lasso. He then lifted the strings over head, swinging John into the ground
"JOHN!!!!" Zack screamed as his best friend fell to the ground. He looked at his fallen friend lying on the stone arena. "JOHN LISTEN!!! JUST STAY DOWN!! WE'LL HANDLE THE REST." Zack screamed yet again.
The boy ignored Zack, instead he turned to look straight at John lying on the ground. "And Here I thought I was going to have some fun with you…oh well" he unraveled his Yoyo's and started to walk away. John still laid on the ground, only now, he started to roll over. Slowly he tried to get up. He was on his hands and knees. He lifted his head to look over at Zack, a mixture of sweat and blood from a cut on his forehead covered the top of his head. "Zack, I know I have to win, if I lose than two of you have to win just to get to sudden death." The little boy turned around to look at John. When he saw him standing, he was in shock. "Who are you, I threw you as hard as I could, onto solid stone!!" The shocked expression on his face faded away. " I guess I can't stop until your dead. Then, I'll kill that annoying friend of yours too." "His screaming is giving me quite a headache. But don't worry, his will be slower than yours. Yep, nice and slow"
John stared at the ground his anger beginning to well up inside him, suddenly his body began to give off a red aura. "You have no soul. I was going to try to prevent killing you he looked up at the boys face, but now I have decided that your not walking away from this fight." He reached into his bag. Then he pulled out two roses, held one in each hand.
"ROSE WHIP DOUBLE!!!" was all he said as he charged at the boy when he was about three feet away he started spinning in a circle. The whips outstretched around him. They soon wrapped themselves around his body.
He then screamed "THORNY CYCLONE!!!" still spinning, he made his way to the boy.
The boy's eyes showed fear. "You won't stop we that easily!!" he yelled at John as he pulled about two more YoYo's
"Take this!!!" he launched all four Yoyos' at john. One hit him in the back, two hit him in the right shoulder, and the last one landed dead in his stomach. "Even through John's screams of pain he wouldn't stop. The truth was, he couldn't stop if he wanted to, the cyclone was moving itself, and he was just along for the ride. The boy was slammed with the rose whips at the same time, and because of his light wait, was knocked back into the wall outside the ring. "SONO HAS BEEN BLASTED OUT OF THE RING!!! THE WINNER IS JOHN!!!" the announcer yelled as went to lift Johns hand, however, John had collapsed to the floor. He pulled out a strange seed and swallowed it, with his little energy, he swallowed it. His outside wounds had closed, stopping the bleeding; however, he was still too exhausted to stand up. Zack ran over to him and threw Johns arm over his shoulder.
"You did great" he whispered as he laid john against the wall.
"Sono…you fool" one man whispered as he jumped up onto the arena.
"My turn, Zack said as he cracked his knuckles and walked onto the arena.
The four men started walking towards the Jet. They were told that they were going to be staying in a luxurious hotel once they got to the tournament grounds. They walked side by side by side by side. Sean was on the far left, he was wearing a black trench coat, sunglasses, and a large black hat. Next to him stood John, he was wearing a pair of baggy jeans, a belt with a pouch filled with seeds and flowers and he was wearing a plain white T-shirt with an unbuttoned jacket over it. Zack stood next to him, he was also wearing a pair of jeans, and only his were black. They had two pockets on each side where he carried two wooded sword hilts he had been given during his training. He was also wearing a black shirt. All the black made his hair look even brighter that it was. Rios was on the way right. He was wearing a pair of working boots, a very loose green t-shirt, a pair of regular jeans, and a pair of sunglasses.
They all sat down on the jet. Zack turned on the Radio and it was blasting heavy metal. Sean quickly turned off the music.
"Hey I was listening to that!" Zack proclaimed.
"You got plenty of time to listen to that later" Sean said as he pressed a button. The TV screen turned on with a bright flash of light. On it was a picture of the arena. "That's the arena we'll be fighting in." The picture changed to a world map. "If we win, then all of this land will be under Irish and U.S. rule." Sean said as all of North America, as well as large portions of other parts of the world as well. "We've see this a million times! Cant we sit back and just wait till we get there, it shouldn't be more that 10 minutes in this baby." Rios bellowed.
"Sorry if I don't like uncomfortable silences" Sean Mumbled
Not too much later the plane landed. They were scheduled to fight in the first round of the tournament, so instead of checking in at the hotel like they were supposed to, they went right to the main gate. About ten guards, armed with submachine guns stood guard, the moved out of the way as the team made its way through. They walked through the hallway again until they reached a huge door, about 20 feet high. A young women, no older than 20 walked up to them, she had brown hair that was about shoulder length and wore a blue suite. "Hello, you're later than expected she said, looking at her watch. Let me just quickly go over the rules, in this tournament anything goes, only weapons that are not allowed are guns of any sort. If your opponent falls to the ground you will stay back and a ten count will be made." She looked down at her watch. "Its time this thing got started." she said, "I wish you good luck"
"How are we late? I thought we made it with time to spare." John said
"Good thing we didn't go check in at the hotel, eh Sean" Rios said as he looked at Sean.
"Hey, it's not my fault; I just wanted to see the hotel, maybe check out the restaurants bar." Sean said, his voice wandering off.
"Just HOW much more alcohol could you possibly want, you got a huge bottle of vodka in your hand!" Zack yelled. Just as he finished, the doors slowly crept open they walked through the doors and next to the arena, there was a bench to sit in for the people who weren't fighting at the moment. VIP boxes lined the top of the stadium, all filled with government officials from around the world.
A man appeared on the center of the stage. "Greetings! I will be the official for this tournament! On the left side of the ring, we have the team of the USA and Ireland!!! ON the Right side of the ring, we have the Team of Russia and Germany!!! But that's enough talk, lets get this thing started!" he screamed as he pointed his finger into the air. "Teams at this time please choose your first fighters!" Zack looked across the ring, the opponents didn't look that tough, there was a Young boy, no older than 12. A girl only a little older than Zack and John. Then he looked next to her, a man whose skin were completely gray stood next to her and a man who looked to be in his twenties stood next to him.
"I'll fight the boy" John said.
Zack looked at his opponents, "The… not gray guy is mine." he said
Rios looked at the two left "The gray one is mine" he told them
"Than the girl is mine." Sean mumbled.
"Enough of this, lets get things started." said the kid, as he jumped onto the arena.
"Looks like I'm up" said John with a hint of excitement in his voice. He thought he knew who his opponent was. But he was positive when he saw the yoyo's swinging from his fingers.
"Are you ready?" The announcer asked as he started to back away. "Then let's get this party started!!!! He roared. A moment later the kid charged at John. John quickly pulled a rose out of his pocket.
"ROSE WHIP!!" the thorny wine appeared in his hand once more.
"It'll take more than a fancy whip to beat me!!" the boy said as he flung his yoyos in front of him. The started to twist and turn all over the place, John soon found himself whipping his whip in every direction trying to parry the blows.
One yoyo flew at his head; he put his free hand in front of it, trying to catch it. But the second it hit his hand he regretted doing so. The miniature spikes on the yoyo's dug deep into his hand, a deep gash appearing where it once were.
Both yoyos were flying back towards his stomach. But he managed to swing the whip right in front of them, swinging around the strings. The strings were entangled in the whip, and the little boy was having a hard time trying to separate them. Just then John released the whip, now reaching into his bag and pulling out a small blade of grass. He focused his energy into it like he did the rose, only this time a large Greed sword appeared instead of a whip, he charged the boy with all his speed, when he got close enough he lunged into the air, the sword raised above his head. He was just inches away from the boy now, he saw fear in the kid's eyes. John went to bring down the sword when suddenly he stopped in mid-air.
"Never underestimate the power of children's toys." said the boy, a grin appearing on his face.
John looked over his shoulder to see that the yoyos were untangled, and now the strings were wrapped around his legs and waist.
"Now prepare to feel major loads of Pain." the boy said, spinning John over his head like a lasso. He then lifted the strings over head, swinging John into the ground
"JOHN!!!!" Zack screamed as his best friend fell to the ground. He looked at his fallen friend lying on the stone arena. "JOHN LISTEN!!! JUST STAY DOWN!! WE'LL HANDLE THE REST." Zack screamed yet again.
The boy ignored Zack, instead he turned to look straight at John lying on the ground. "And Here I thought I was going to have some fun with you…oh well" he unraveled his Yoyo's and started to walk away. John still laid on the ground, only now, he started to roll over. Slowly he tried to get up. He was on his hands and knees. He lifted his head to look over at Zack, a mixture of sweat and blood from a cut on his forehead covered the top of his head. "Zack, I know I have to win, if I lose than two of you have to win just to get to sudden death." The little boy turned around to look at John. When he saw him standing, he was in shock. "Who are you, I threw you as hard as I could, onto solid stone!!" The shocked expression on his face faded away. " I guess I can't stop until your dead. Then, I'll kill that annoying friend of yours too." "His screaming is giving me quite a headache. But don't worry, his will be slower than yours. Yep, nice and slow"
John stared at the ground his anger beginning to well up inside him, suddenly his body began to give off a red aura. "You have no soul. I was going to try to prevent killing you he looked up at the boys face, but now I have decided that your not walking away from this fight." He reached into his bag. Then he pulled out two roses, held one in each hand.
"ROSE WHIP DOUBLE!!!" was all he said as he charged at the boy when he was about three feet away he started spinning in a circle. The whips outstretched around him. They soon wrapped themselves around his body.
He then screamed "THORNY CYCLONE!!!" still spinning, he made his way to the boy.
The boy's eyes showed fear. "You won't stop we that easily!!" he yelled at John as he pulled about two more YoYo's
"Take this!!!" he launched all four Yoyos' at john. One hit him in the back, two hit him in the right shoulder, and the last one landed dead in his stomach. "Even through John's screams of pain he wouldn't stop. The truth was, he couldn't stop if he wanted to, the cyclone was moving itself, and he was just along for the ride. The boy was slammed with the rose whips at the same time, and because of his light wait, was knocked back into the wall outside the ring. "SONO HAS BEEN BLASTED OUT OF THE RING!!! THE WINNER IS JOHN!!!" the announcer yelled as went to lift Johns hand, however, John had collapsed to the floor. He pulled out a strange seed and swallowed it, with his little energy, he swallowed it. His outside wounds had closed, stopping the bleeding; however, he was still too exhausted to stand up. Zack ran over to him and threw Johns arm over his shoulder.
"You did great" he whispered as he laid john against the wall.
"Sono…you fool" one man whispered as he jumped up onto the arena.
"My turn, Zack said as he cracked his knuckles and walked onto the arena.