The hour was up. The moment of truth had arrived. The final would begin now. Ryan versus Yarum, match of the century. All the talk was over…

A cloaked man made his way through the restless crowd. He held his hands on his hood, making sure his face was covered. He made his way to the front; he wouldn't miss this for the world. He was the guardian of the Earth. If Dendiki's suspicions were correct, the world could be in grave danger…

Ryan and Yarum made their way out to the arena, and bowed. Both were told of the rules of the World Tournament again, so that nothing would stop it from being a great Final.

Finally, the announcer walked off of the arena. He nodded at a monk, who was holding a big beater, and was next to an oversized gong.

'AND NOW, LET THE FINAL BEGIN!' the announcer shouted.

The monk hit the gong, and Ryan and Yarum ran at each other straight away. They threw punches and kicks immediately, neither able to land a hit on the other. Both fighters managed to block the attacks of the other. Both of them jumped backwards, and the crowd roared in approval.

'We are equal in brute strength,' Yarum said, 'how about in Ki Energy?'

Yarum threw his hands in front of him and launched a beam of red energy at Ryan. Ryan managed to retaliate with a Kamehameha just in time.

The two beams of energy met in the middle and caused a massive explosion. When the smoke and dust cleared, Ryan and Yarum were fighting again in the centre of the ring. Both were still equally matched. One landed a few punches and kicks, but then the other hit the same, and both then blocked each other's attacks. Neither could get a clear advantage. Ryan punched Yarum, sending him flying backwards.

Yarum grabbed onto the ring and stopped. He was in a kind of handstand, with his back towards Ryan. Ryan jumped to punch him, but Yarum fell backwards, moving out of the way. Yarum jumped up, punching Ryan squarely in the stomach. He kicked Ryan, sending him flying towards the crowd. Ryan stopped himself and flew back towards Yarum.

He faked a punch and landed a kick on Yarum. Ryan punched Yarum five times in the face, before kicking him backwards and onto the ground. The crowd let out a yell of joy.

'6…7…8-'

Yarum stood back up, unscathed from the attack. His cloaks were slightly ripped and dirty, but he was nevertheless fine.

'Well well, we are matched perfectly' Yarum said, sounding amused.

Ryan waited while Yarum stood there.

'What Ryan, thinking I'm going to get you?' Yarum said again, smirking from the inside of his hood, 'I'm not the Bogeyman you know!'

'JUST SHUT UP AND FIGHT!' Ryan shouted back at Yarum.

'Did I hit a nerve?' Yarum asked jokingly.

'No, I'm fed up of you acting like a child!' Ryan shot back.

'So I can't have fun?' Yarum asked.

'JUST FIGHT DAMMIT!' Ryan shouted again.

'Fine then,' Yarum said, 'but it's your own death wish!'

Yarum charged at Ryan, who jumped into the air. Yarum jumped up after Ryan, and kicked him into the air. He punched him in the stomach, and followed by punching him multiple times in the face. As he went to hit him again, a Ki Blast greeted hi his face from Ryan.

'How did you?' Yarum shouted, 'How did you do that?'

'You were to busy trying to kick my ass to realise that I was charging it up' Ryan answered back truthfully.

Yarum wiped a bit of blood from his mouth and shouted to Ryan, 'You made me bleed, no you will pay!'

'What's the matter?' Ryan asked jokingly, 'can't I have a little fun?'

'Don't you ever…ever' Yarum shouted, a red aura surrounding him, and the whole area around him beginning to shake, 'EVER MAKE FUN OF ME!'

Yarum charged at Ryan, and hit him in the face. Ryan fell backwards, but was greeted by a kick in the back. Ryan spun back towards Yarum, who punched Ryan in the gut and face. He then grabbed Ryan's face and held it up to his cloaked head.

'You don't know what I'm capable of, do you?' he asked Ryan, even angrier.

'How should I know?' Ryan stabbed back.

'In due time Ryan, in due time' Yarum added before kicking him in the face.

He kicked Ryan in the face a couple more times, before punching him in the gut and causing him to land on the ground. Yarum held two yellow Ki Blasts in his hands, and looked at Ryan, who was having trouble getting up.

'GOODBYE PUNK!' Yarum shouted down, before releasing a melee of Ki Blasts, causing a massive explosion.

When the smoke cleared, Yarum landed on the ring, to find Ryan nowhere around. Yarum looked around and laughed.

'I have done it-'

However, he was cut off by a Ki Blast into his mouth. When Yarum opened his eyes, he saw Ryan standing there, bearing no marks from his previous attack.

'Stuff it!' Ryan shouted at Yarum triumphantly.

'But how?' Yarum asked Ryan, 'How did you survive?'

Ryan smirked and shouted back, 'When has that desperation move ever worked on anyone?'

Ryan charged at Yarum, and they began fiercely fighting again. Neither fighter could get a good shot in at the other, as both were blocking the attacks incredibly well. Ryan managed to punch Yarum in the face, causing him to fall backwards, and was hit by more punches and kicks from Ryan. Yarum jumped backwards, before jumping his head forward and into Ryan's stomach.

Yarum kicked Ryan backwards, before laughing triumphantly.

'7…8…9-'

Ryan managed to kick up to the amazement of the fans and Yarum.

'Where do you get these bursts of energy from?' Yarum asked Ryan.

'I don't know,' Ryan replied, 'luck I guess.'

'Luck can only get you so far!' Yarum shouted back.

'So, maybe I took some kind of lucky potion without knowing it!'

'There's no such thing!'

'Maybe I invented it!'

'You have the brainpower of a peanut, you imbecile!'

'Ask me anything then!'

'What's the square root of 81?' Yarum asked.

Ryan was dumbfounded; Yarum had won their heated argument.

'I haven't any idea' Ryan said meekly.

Yarum laughed at Ryan. Ryan cupped his hands to his side, and powered up his famous Ki Blast.

'KA…ME…HA…ME…HA!'

Ryan launched the attack at Yarum and it engulfed him and it exploded. When the dust cleared. Yarum was still standing there, however his cloaks were destroyed. He was in a black fighting outfit, with a white belt and boots. He had green skin and bloody red eyes. He had antennae on his head. How could he have survived? It was Gong Wong Lek!