The large Colosseum stood alone in the barren desert. The sixteen warriors had arrived for the final tournament that would decide the fate of the world. On a high podium across from them, there stood a man. He was probably Middle Eastern since they were in Iran, but it was hard to tell since he was albino. He had long white hair and deep crimson eyes.

"My name is Sorath." He said, "I am what could be called a Blader DJ, but that term perished with the Utopian Era. I prefer to be called a War Master. The tournaments shall take place in alphabetical order, beginning with names that start with A. We sure do have a lot of them here. First, Aleister will fight Alessandro."

The two bladers who Sorath named walked to opposite sides of the ominous arena.

"Let me hear the sound of your blades clashing against each other."

"You mean like one of those old beybattles?" Aleister scoffed. "But, don't say 'Let it rip.' It gets annoying."

"Is it because it sounds like a bad fart joke?" A loudmouthed blader in the audience named Lucien shouted, "Because I agree. We should stop saying it."

His tone of voice was perpetually argumentative, even when he agreed. Everybody just ignored him, ready to move on to the battle.

"All right." Aleister said, noticing thing diamond cross brooch on Alessandro's iridescent white formal suit, "I've always wanted to kick a priest's ass."

"What a coincidence." Alessandro countered, "I delight in slaying the unholy."

The holy man and the gothic heretic launched their beyblades.

"This should be an interesting fight." Sorath narrated, "Aleister's beyblade, Hellfire Ares, has sharper blades than Alessandro's beyblade, Paradise Virgo. But, Virgo has longer blades than Ares."

As the blades clashed, their spirits emerged. Virgo appeared in the form of a beautiful angel while Ares appeared as a ram-headed demon. The spirits struggled in a fight above the battlefield.

"It's useless!" Aleister said, "There's no way your bey's swords can stand up against Hellfire Ares's razor edge!"

"You fool." Alessandro argued calmly, "The four straight sword-like blades that protrude symmetrically from the sides of Paradise Virgo in the shape of a cross are so long that they'll destroy your bey before it can get close enough to damage mine. I suggest you command your little sheep to run for its very life."

The battle went into a stalemate as both beys left the center of the Colosseum, circling the sides.

"Our first battle, and it's already a stamina match." Sorath grinned, "Let's see who can last the longest."

Several minutes passed.

"You'll never win at this rate." Alessandro explained to Aleister, "My beyblade has a much more stable performance tip than yours."

"That's true." said Aleister, "but it also has a much higher spin track than mine."

"My spin track isn't that high." Alessandro said, "Yours is just low."

"Ares!" Aleister commanded his beyblade, "Attack Virgo beneath its energy ring!"

Hellfire Ares charged towards paradise Virgo as Alessandro's lavender eyes widened in fear.

"No!" Alessandro stammered, "This can't be!"

"Your god is too peaceful!" Aleister smiled, "I worship Lucifer, the powerful god of war and death!"

"Good." Alessandro chuckled, "Because you'll be seeing him very soon! Behold the wrath of God! Dies Irae!"

Virgo dodged Ares's attack by flipping onto its side. Spinning like a wheel, Virgo overran Ares, impaling its faceplate on one of its swords.

"Is this..." Aleister was distraught at the demolition of his black saw-bladed beyblade "The wrath of God?"

"No." Alessandro smiled.

Virgo continued to pinwheel towards Aleister until it jumped up and cut him in half in perfect symmetry, pelvis first. Then, it turned sideways and cut across his arms, forming a perfect crucifix.

"This." Alessandro walked off as the occultist's guts spilled on the desert ground, "It is the wrath of God."