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: Now that Avatar is over, , I no longer have a show to waste my time on. So…now I have to find something else to entertain me…which is why…I'm trying out Heroes and the Office to see how they're like!

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Heatblast slumped to the ground. He was so exhausted that he couldn't stand up anymore. He looked up at the grey sky and smiled at the fact that he won. After taking a deep breath, he laughed heartily and quite loud. It wasn't long before the medics with their stretchers arrived. When they reached Heatblast, he shrugged them off and said, "Ah..I'll be fine…"

"But you're arm!"

Heatblast looked at the place where his right arm should be, shrugging as if it didn't matter, he said, "It'll be fine…all I need to do in order to grow it back is to eat a lot of brimstone."

"You still need to come with us to the hospital though."

Heatblast looked insulted, with a quick reply he said, "And miss the final round of the Metal Trial? I think not!"

Shrugging them off, he walked off the stage, grabbed his knapsack and headed to the elevator.

Back on the balcony everyone was waiting eagerly for Heatblast to return. After high-fifing Upgrade Stinkfly said, "Alright! That's two-for-two! If we win this last round we'll win the Metal Trial!"

Grey Matter looked smug and said, "This last round will be easy! We can take them!"

XLR8 didn't look so confident, leaning over to her good leg she said, "We must not rejoice yet…we ssstill haven't actually won yet."

Diamondhead nodded and said, "Whoever fights in this last round, the pressure will be on their shoulders to win this round and ultimately the Metal Trial."

At this time Heatblast came out of the elevator. Looking both happy and at the same time depressed that it was over he said, "My friends! How have you been?"

The room went up in applauses and shouts of triumph when he said this. Stinkfly went up to Heatblast and said, "You son of a bitch…you really gave us a heart attack when you didn't show up today! Don't you ever do that again!"

Heatblast laughed and said, "It's nice to see you again too Stinkfly."

Heatblast turned to Diamondhead and said, "Have they called out the next fighters yet?"

Diamondhead shook his head and said, "No, as far as I can tell…they're still cleaning up the arena after what you and Cuttooth did."

Heatblast laughed once more and said, "After the watery mess that Cuttooth made I'm not at all surprised!"

XLR8 looked more cross than usual for she then said, "Thanksss to Cuttooth…the bathroom'sss don't work anymore…"

Grey Matter laughed at her comment and said, "What's the matter XLR8? Got to do a little…"

XLR8 looked Grey Matter straight in the eye with the coldest glare she could muster. Grey Matter's smile faltered and said, "…Ah…nevermind…"

Ghostfreak swiveled her eye to the arena and said, "the workers are done with their clean up…they are leaving the arena…"

Stinkfly pumped her fists into the air and said, "Alright! I'm ready to be picked! Bring it on! Whoever fights me is up for some woopin'!

The room became silent as everyone waited for the announcer to begin.

"Ladies and Gentlemen…it's time…FOR THE FINAL ROUND!!"

The audience cheered like they never cheered before. Never in all of the Metal Trial have they seen such good action. They knew that this last round should be good.

"First off…for Team A…it's DIAMONDHEAD!"

The audience cheered while Diamondhead's gray eyes narrowed. His teammates whooped and cheered once his name was called. Stinkfly looked disappointed but she nodded and cheered along.

Without saying a word, Diamondhead turned around and walked to the elevator. Once the doors slid open he walked in and waited for them to close. Before they did so, XLR8 said, "Who will fight, Diamondhead? Yin or Yang?"

Diamondhead looked her straight in the eye and said, "The one who's best at fighting of course."

Once down at the floor level, Diamondhead walked out of the elevator and towards the arena. Up and up the stairs he went until he reached the arena floor. After doing a few quick warm ups, he was ready to go. His opponent wasn't at the other side yet, however, he heard loud footsteps coming his way.

The footsteps sounded harsh and tough, they sounded like metal beating on metal. Like a machine pumping its way through its daily task. Then, up from the stairs came a tall robot. Diamondhead raised a bright eyebrow at his opponent. The robot was rather tall and thin. It had several built in guns at the arms, and other strange weapons on the waist line and body. It had dirty, strong fingers and loose wires that sprout up here and there. Its head was cylindrical with several "eyes" that blinked red and blue and its overall color was that of a grimy grey. After reaching its intended place the robot said, "Greetings Diamondhead, I am Tenten."

Diamondhead bowed to his opponent and got into a fighting stance.

The announcer's voice came on up above.

"READY…BEGIN!!"

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