Note: first fanfic, will improve as I go along, I have been a gamemaster on my past RP site so the action should be good, and I do not own Ben 10 or anything that is remotely like Ben 10.

AUTHOR'S NOTE OF GLORY: woohoo! More than a hundred thousand words!

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Four Arms collapsed to the ground and breathed a sigh of relief. At last, the fight was over.

He laid there in blissfulness as he felt the cool wind blow around him. So tired and exhausted that he was, he barely heard the crowd chant his name several times in loud unison. After what seemed like several hours (which was actually less than two minutes) he felt himself being lifted up in the air and placed upon a stretcher. The stretcher felt nice and soft against him and he was on the verge of falling asleep. He fought that feeling though and he tugged at the sleeve on one of the medics that was rolling him out.

"Bring me…" he stuttered, "to DCELR8…"

"Four Arms…" replied the medic uneasily, "we got to get you to the clinic as soon as possible."

Four Arms tugged harder on the sleeve and said, "No…I want to see him now…"

The medics hesitated but gave in to his plea. As quickly as they could, they rolled him over to DCELR8 who was also in the process of being put on the stretcher. DCELR8 was a mess. Not only was his mechanical leg gone, but his left mechanical arm was hanging loosely by a few threads of wire and gears. His mechanical helmet was crushed and parts of it were slowly falling off of it.

When the two fighter's eyes met DCELR8 winced and said, "You…should have…killed me…"

Four Arms shook his head from side to side and said, "No…I don't believe in killing my opponents…I just can't summon the will power to do so…no matter how evil or despicable they may be…"

DCELR8 coughed and said, "You truly have a heart of gold…Four Armsss…"

Four Arms then smiled and said, "Besides…I'm not the one whose going to kill you…XLR8 is…"

DCELR8 smiled and cussed like a angry sailor, he then said, "Hell hath no fury like a woman'sss ssscorn…"

Four Arms frowned and said, "don't you forget…you were the one to bring her like she is now…"

DCLER8 shrugged and said, "I wasss doing what wasss best for my people…"

Four Arms again shook his head from side to side, "No…you were only doing what was best for yourself…"

Four Arms then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Back on the balcony, Four Arms' team stood there in a piercing silence. Grey Matter spat onto the metal floor and said, "Justice is served."

Diamondhead thought that Grey Matter's comment was uncalled for due to the prescence of XLR8 but he said nothing. With a quick glance from his steel colored eyes, he saw XLR8's face. It was still the same stony expression that she always wore wherever she went. It even looked like she didn't hear DCELR8's story at all in the first place. But Diamondhead knew she did.

For he saw one single tear glisteningly roll down her dark blue face.

It was at this time when Upgrade had returned from his visit with Blizzard. A determined expression was carefully concealed upon his expressionless face. He nodded to everyone and quickly walked up to the small group. He then rubbed his hands together and said, "Right! So who won?"

"It wasss Four Armsss," said XLR8.

Upgrade nodded his head and said, "Good. Now the score is even. We need to win two more games and the Trial is ours."

Once Four Arms and DCELR8 were wheeled off, the audience grew very quiet as the announcer's voice came on again. The remanding fighters grew tense, who will be called next?

"Attention Ladies and Gentlemen…it's time….for ROUND THREE!"

The audience screamed loudly and frighteningly, they were excited and wanted to see more action! The feeling was so intense that one could feel so ecstatic emotions hovering through the air.

"First off…for Team A…it's RIPJAWS!"

Ripjaws gasped like a fish that was out of water. Her eyes grew wide and her heart began to race. The color drained from her face and she began to shiver with nervousness.

Grey Matter yelled a woop of support and Upgrade gave her the thumbs up. Stinkfly walked up to her and said, "Give them hell Rip!"

Ripjaws nodded but she was still as pale as white. She then felt a large hand rest gently upon her shoulder, she looked up to see Diamondhead smiling at her and said, "you'll do fine Ripjaws."

This statement from Diamondhead suddenly made Ripjaws feel better. She sheepishly smiled and said, "thank you everyone…"

Ripjaws eyes then focused upon the elevator. She took a deep breath and walked up to it. She pressed the down button and the doors smoothly opened. She walked into them and she waved her teammates a goodbye as if she was saying she would never see them again.

The doors closed and she was alone in the cramped compartment.

She was as nervous and as scared as a little kid going to the doctor's to get his shot. Ripjaws gulped and began to take deep breaths to calm herself. But it was of no use. Her heart still beat wildly.

Once the doors opened she was blinded by a brilliance of light. After blinking several times, she stepped out of the elevator and began to walk to the arena. She became so absorbed at her nervousness that she didn't even hear her name being called out by many members of the audience.

Once she came upon the end of the arena she quickly turned and faced her opponent. There, on the other side of the arena, was a bird-like girl who had large wings and a very protrusive beak. Ripjaws gulped and optimistically thought, at least it wasn't Cuttooth.

Then, the announcer's voice came on, "READY….BEGIN!"

The stadium's bell rang twice. Round three has begun.