A tangible tension can be felt throughout the crowd as the next set of fighters are raised into the Grand Arena for the penultimate battle of the Tournament.
"And, of course, the only round left before the final match consists of Kyle and Pecha! Before I begin the recap, I would just like to congratulate Kyle for gaining the highest bounty of any participant of the Tournament to date!"
The crowd boos loudly as Ciqufrinz makes this announcement, but Kyle simply smiles and bows, even as the spotlight illuminates Pecha.
"Pecha, the royal cook for my brother, Diametre! Though Pecha certainly had a rough start against Drongo and his cheating ways, and essentially needed to have outside assistance to win, she proved while fighting alongside Nicolas that she was able to hold her own! And, of course, when fighting Nicolas, Pecha was able to calculate and arrange the situation so that she took the win! Or...perhaps it was simply luck? Of our four fighters in these semifinals, Pecha is certainly the one who could either be considered the least qualified fighter, or perhaps simply the one who has kept the most hidden."
The crowd resumes its booing as the spotlight moves over to Kyle.
"Kyle the Performer, a man with a large amount of enemies, and an even larger ego! He's easy to hate, but as he's shown, his pride is well-earned! Dave the Tool Guy hardly stood a chance against Kyle after Kyle's ability came into play, and when he and Celebra fought against Abercrombie and Fitch, they were pretty much just playing with their food! This guy is dirty through and through, and he plays to win, as shown when even the level-headed Celebra gave in to aggravation and allowed himself to fall straight into Kyle's trap in their battle. Now, let's not keep the audience waiting any longer!"
A hush falls over the crowd as the horn sounds, and Kyle nonchalantly approaches Pecha, who stares at him with a stoic look on her face.
"Well, darling, look on the bright side: you get to spend your last moments with Kyle the Performer, in person! You've really had it easy so far, so it's only fitting that you be put up against someone truly unbeatable as your final challenge." Kyle laughs, pacing in circles around Pecha. "Now, come on. Tell me, because I'm dying to know: is there truly anything more to you? Or are you really just a chef who made it this far through a series of fortunate events?"
"There are many things beyond your grasp, Kyle." Pecha states, still staring forwards. Kyle narrows his eyes.
"Oh, really, now? And what makes you say th-"
"But nothing is beyond mine." Pecha whirls around and slams her fist into Kyle's smug face, sending blood gushing out of his nose and wiping off his smirk as he grunts.
"If that's how it's going to be, then your secrets mean nothing to me! Take them to the grave, and revel in your last waking moments! I command you to remember, by the power of September!" Kyle angrily spits, pointing at Pecha and bringing out his Stand. To his surprise, though, instead of lunging towards Pecha, the Stand behind Kyle puts him in a headlock, at which point he realizes that it isn't his Stand at all. A smile crosses Pecha's lips as she steps off of her pedestal.
"Do you like it? I made it just for you. The truth is, there IS more to me than being a royal cook. In fact, I'm not even that in the first place. Does the name 'Mizholi' mean anything to you?" Pecha stares Kyle in the eyes, grinning as Kyle's expression changes to one of shock.
"You're bluffing-! Mizholi isn't real, it's just a stupid myth! And even if it were, it wouldn't be you, because-"
"Because what, Kyle? Because you aren't the type of person to be the target of a legendary assassin whose sole purpose is to end the life of a single, predestined victim? Are you sure that's what you wanted to say? Because if your bounty is any example, I think you're the perfect fit for the role."
Mizholi reaches on the back of her palm, and rips away a thin patch, causing her disguise to dissipate.
"The truth is, Pecha has been dead for months. I figured she would be perfect to take the spot of, because she gave me an easy way of being in contact with the King of this planet while I waited for my target to show up. And now, here I am!"
"ENOUGH!" Kyle shouts, forcing the Stand's arms away from him and headbutting Mizholi in the chest, sending her stumbling back. Kyle goes for a punch, but Mizholi catches his hand in midair, and twists his arm behind his back as she holds him in place.
"How rude! You didn't even let me explain the Stand! When I said I made it for you, I really did mean that! Stand customization is no easy feat, you know! Yes. the ability that attacked you is none other than...When September Ends! After months of trial and error, I realized that the best way to defeat a Stand such as yours would be to prevent you from using it whatsoever! Against anybody else, When September Ends would be near powerless, but for someone like you, who relies solely on your Stand and your trickery to get ahead, I knew that you wouldn't be able to keep your cool after seeing what I was capable of."
Kyle sneers, but is unable to escape Mizholi's grasp.
"Don't worry, I'll make you go out with a bang. When your entire purpose is to kill a certain person, it'd be a shame to let the opportunity go to waste. I've spent plenty of time planning this."
Mizholi shoves Kyle to the floor, and steps back, before striking a pose.
"Termination Procedure: FRUITCAKE FINALE!"
The Grand Arena begins to rumble, and a geyser of fruit juice erupts from underneath Kyle, sending him into the air. When September Ends manifests behind Kyle, and holds him in the air, as several portals appear around him, and from them come a barrage of rock-solid fruit cakes, pelting Kyle mercilessly and covering him in bruises while the crowd cheers wildly. When September Ends disappears after Kyle has been continuously buffeted for around a solid minute, but Kyle doesn't get a chance to fall to the ground, as one more portal appears above him, and an enormous fruit cake falls down on top of him, splattering him under its weight while Mizholi dusts off her hands. Mizholi is transported to the victors' area, and Antoinette gives her a round of applause, though this is pretty much inaudible to Mizholi.
"So, if your entire purpose was to kill that guy, are you just done here now? Seems kinda dumb for you to fight me at this point, yeah? I doubt anyone would complain seeing how you killed Kyle." Antoinette asks, and Mizholi turns around and smiles.
"You raise a good point! Against somebody who isn't my destined target, my powers are much less effective, and, well, you obviously weren't my destined target! Buuut...if I can get that wish, I'm thinking I'll use it to get another target. Maybe I'll even get to fight them here again! If I can start a streak of stopping those types of people from getting the wish they want, I'd say it's worth it. Even if it means having to kill a few other people along the way. I mean, if you're entering a death tournament, you kind of have it coming, y'feel?"
"Yeah, yeah, very noble of you. Don't go planning too far ahead, though. After all, ya still gotta get through ME!" Antoinette laughs, and Mizholi shrugs.
"Well, what's YOUR wish gonna be if you manage to win?" Mizholi asks.
"AHAHAHA! Isn't it OBVIOUS?! I'm wishing for IMMORTALITY! How am I supposed to assert my power and influence when everyone thinks they can just stomp on me and be done with me? I don't give a damn if it's a selfish wish, it's what any sane person would want to get out of this!" Antoinette crosses her arms, and Mizholi nods, before looking the other way.
"Well, good luck, I suppose. I'm not going to go easy on you, and I don't expect you to go easy on me, either."
"Psh. Yeah. Good luck."
