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Personal Disclaimer: O.K.. Because people are constantly asking for Merry and Pippin, I will include their duel with Cyborg in this chapter. But don't think saying "I want so-and-so to win" a million times will make me change the outcome I have already created. This is a one-time thing. And if Cyborg gets anything cut off, (which he will) please remember that they are all mechanical parts so it doesn't actually hurt and no blood is spilt. Thanks !

Chapter Five: Prince of the halflings!

Everyone gathered around the unconscious Neo.

Merry: What's wrong with him?

Pippin: Is he going to be alright?

Eliwood: Of, course he is, I mean, he can't be...dead...can he?

Cyborg: I can feel his pulse but it's like he's in another world.

Robin: What?

Cyborg: I don't know... it's like he's...could he? No!

Others: What?

Cyborg: It's possible he... maybe it....hmmmm, I'm going to need to run some tests.

Link: Why? What do you think happened?

Cyborg: That RTM had to be connected to some sort of matrix to create the life like trees that could appear out of thin air.

Robin: Sooo....

Cyborg: So when he some how destroyed the machine, he could have jacked himself into the Matrix or some area near it.

Eliwood: Wow! How do you know this?

Cyborg: I watched all three movies. That's not important, any moment now...here we go!

A long strip of paper with strange writing on it spat out of Cyborg's leg. Cyborg picked it up and began to look it over.

Cyborg: Looks like I was right. I can try to revive him but it would take an hours and we're expected at the ring in 30 minutes.

Robin: Then do as much of the job as you can before then. Everyone else can back off and give Cyborg room to work.

Cyborg sent wires from his fingers and into the back of Neo's neck as Robin ushered them all away.

Merry: There's no way That giant robot-man can revive him.

Pippin: Sure he can! Didn't you here what he said?

Merry: You understood that?

Pippin: Well...no. But he used a lot of big words, and the paper that came from his leg said he was right.

Merry: Still, there's no way he can bring back a man who's mind is in a ma...matixra... ummm... maxtra? Man! What was that place called?

Pippin: Matrix. And I'll bet three more gold coins that he can, in fact, bring him back!

Merry: Fine!

The hobbits crossed their arms and didn't talk to each other for a while. Meanwhile, Master Splinter is unhappy and Eliwood wonders why.

Splinter: sigh...

Eliwood: what is the matter, old one?

Splinter: That man is one of many who will be harmed to decide the winner of this pointless contest. Even I must defeat some of these assembled men to remain unharmed.

Eliwood: You are wise, old one, for I too have thought the same. I do not wish to strike down another in this room, but I can't be struck myself. My country needs me. I would not make a good Marquees of Pherae injured...

Splinter: ...or dead. Still, I hurt to know this is all for entertainment.

Eliwood: Maybe not.

Splinter: What?

Eliwood: If what the others say is true, the Master of Games has something else in mind then good ratings.

Splinter: So he is going to open a fast-food chain! I knew it!

Eliwood: ...uhhh. I think they meant something more along the lines of stealing our powers.

Splinter: Oh. I thought th-

Slade barged through the doors.

Slade: You guys know they drill, we need to move it today. The RTM is broken and we all are on a tight schedule. So get going!

Slade took them through the hallway and more groans could be heard. This time there was to different groans. The one they heard yesterday and a higher pitched one. They crossed the hallway quickly and came through the usual doors into the arena area. Master of Games flew up to meet them.

Robin: Hey! Since when do you fly?

M O G: oh...I...um...could always fly. I just never felt the need.

Robin: O.K.. Why are you a nice shade of green!

M O G: I...um...so happen to have a bad stomach flu.

Robin: I wasn't aware that your whole body turned green when you get the flu!!

M O G: Listen! Anymore questions and you are out of here!!! Do you hear me!!!

Robin: (in an angry tone) Loud and clear.

M O G: good. Slade, was there any more groaning in the hallway today?

Slade: Yes. I tried to-

M O G: Not acceptable! I want it quiet as a grave by the time today's show ends!

Slade: Fine! I'll send Gizmo since he doesn't need to help you with the RTM. And Jinx will go as well.

M O G: Perfect. Now get the midgets and the robot on the stage.

Pippin: We're not midgets!

Cyborg: And I'm not a robot, I'm a cyborg. It means I'm only half robot!

M O G: Whatever. Just get on the stage.

Robin: Remember Cyborg; you need to lose the match to-

Cyborg: I know, I know. I need to help you investigate. Don't worry, I'll make sure it's as simple as possible for those mini-me to win.

Everyone got in their places and the camera flashed "LIVE".

M O G: Welcome, once again to the best show on television, Galaxy Feuds. We have the robot fighting the little halflings with swords.

Cyborg: I'm not a robot!!! And what do you mean "with swords"?!

Cyborg backs away as the hobbit's pull out there swords.

M O G: Due to last episode's accident, the RTM is not working. Therefore there will be no special terrain.

Audience: Boooooo!!!!

M O G: Hey! It's not my fault! Well... let the battle begin!

Marry and Pippin advance on Cyborg and start chopping at his legs.

Cyborg: ahhh! These little devils are going to chop me to bits!!!

Robin: It doesn't matter, they're only machine parts anyways. You have to lose.

Just then, Merry Jumped up and chopped off Cyborg's left arm.

Cyborg: You little cur!

Cyborg basted Merry across the ring and he laid there motionless.

Pippin: MERRY!!!!!! NO!!!!!

Pippin leaped up and repeated Merry's move, this time chopping off Cyborg's right arm.

Cyborg: Gahhhh!!!!! How am I supposed to put my arms back on if I don't have any arms!

M O G: Cyborg is unable to continue battling so Merry and Pippin win!

M O G looked over at the severally burnt hobbit now cradled in his friends arm.

M O G: I mean, only Pippin wins. Mammoth! Bring Merry to the "infirmary".

Mammoth snatched Merry from Pippin and began to walk away.

Pippin: sniff...Merry.

M O G: aaaaannnd cut! Perfect! There was so much emotion! The ratings are going to go up! Not just that! But another injured player in the "infirmary". Bah ha hah hah! BAH ha hah hah. BAH HA HAH-

Robin: Something wrong?

M O G: umm...NO! I just had something stuck in my thought. Now I want you all rested because tomorrow, we will have the last battles of the first round.

Sniff. Sorry about the Merry thing. I feel real bad. But I promise he isn't dead. I'll try to update again soon. So please review and realize that I'm not a mean person, I just wrote what I thought would happen.