Jet stood in front of the amassed crowds as he waited impatiently in the ring, which was only really elevated ground that went in a rectangle for some distance by a smaller distance. "Man...so many people. Hate people." Jet groans.
"...And Nikon!" The official declared as Nikon entered the ring as well. Each of the men looking to one another.
"You are no winner." Nikon declared. "I will annihilate you."
Jet waved his hand. "Whatever. Let's get this over with. I have some dinner to eat."
Nikon's visible right eye twitched. "Obviously you've never heard of me. Your funeral."
Jet scoffed. "Maybe I'm the one who's being underestimated." Jet put his scarves in his pockets. "I'll win this without even trying any tricks."
"Ready!" The official declared as his arms began to come down quickly. "Go!"
There was no wait as Nikon charged straight for Jet. Nikon throws his fist forward only to find nothing. Jet was patiently tapping his foot where Nikon had been standing when the battle began. "So...you're fast." Nikon commented as he turned to face Jet. "Pathetic if you think that will let you win." Jet pushes off with the ability of the best track and field runner as he closed the distance between the two throwing a kick at the end that was blocked with Nikon's forearms. In this moment Nikon throws his other fist into Jet's gut sending the younger man away. Jet rebounds quickly and lunges forward with many punches flying. When Nikon gets the chance he jumps back from the barrage. "No more playing around! Ha!" With that a line of near laser beam throws Jet to the ground and halfway across the ring.
Standing Jet is a bit dazed. "What was that? Not an illusion."
"I see you like my energy shot. By manipulating the light around me," Nikon lifts his covered eye sending another beam at Jet from it, but it only hits the spot on the ground before him. "I can send it back out with my eye."
"How is that possible?"
"Demons my friend. You can get implants and replacements for any body part that way." Nikon laughs. It did not count as a weapon either. That was what made Jet feel cheated, but he could not argue it.
"So...its' real." He states through gritted teeth. "Even though you have your trump card, and it doesn't go against the rules of the tournament...you forget who you're messing with."
"No jokes!" A beam is quickly fired sending Jet to the ground where the young man remained. A second past as Jet did not bother to stand. Was it over already?
The official looked on intently. "Is it over? Contestant Jet has ten seconds to stand!" He declared. "Ten...nine..."
Nikon scoffs. "Fool."
Virginia looks on breathless. "The Jet I know wouldn't lose so easy."
"Six...five...four..."
"I win." Nikon grinned.
"Man, I got you all good." Jet laughed as Nikon turned quickly to see Jet who had moved to his hindside in one second, give or take.
"Y-You were playing possum?" Nikon stutters.
"I just wanted you to have one happy memory when you look back on this day." Jet grinned. "Now...to finish this up."
"This time you'll stay down!" Nikon fires another beam that Jet runs through punching Nikon straight in the jaw and as a result Nikon falls back in the air. Defenseless, Jet lashes out at the falling man before the man hits the ground hard. A silence taking the stadium.
The official blinked and began his count. Virginia stood up excited. "He did it? He won!" She sheered.
"Do you think the two will go all out in the final?" Clive wondered.
"Probably." Virginia replies.
"Even if they don't it'll be a good show." Gallows chugs down a beer.
The official comes to an end in the count. "Jet is the winner!"
"Okay, I'm ready now. Let's start." Jet states seriously.
"Um...the match is over."
"Um...it is?" Jet scratched his head. "Did I just make an idiot out of myself?"
"I think you did." The official replies.
"I'm...just gonna get off of this ring," Jet slinked his way to Emilia.