*So for this OVA I suggest you watch Season 2 Ep 1 of Rise of the TMNT called "FLUSHED BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN/LAIR GAMES." Specifically the "Lair Games" episode. The episode is free on the "Nick" site. Rust me I think it will help you picture this OVA a lot better but if you chose not to or can't then I do hope you enjoy it either way.
CAMERA P.O.V.
The audience view comes into focus through the lens of a camera. The camera's view comes in and out s with Ditto's fiddling before camera goes into focus on Four Arms who's awkwardly sitting in his Omnitrix provided room which is decked out like a modern gym.
On screen a banner slides into view, like that seen on newscasts, with the following tag:
[FOUR ARMS: Resident Muscle, Loves Yogurt]
Behind Four Arms several Ditto clones are milling about holding up lights and boom poles with microphones. And of course A Ditto clone is working behind the camera as the event's journalist. "Okay we're rolling. So, tell us what are the Omni-Games?"
Four Arms is more than happy to answer. "Ah, well it started a year ago. Specifically a few months after Deku and, by extension, us watched last year's Sports Festival."
The one where a second year somehow ended up butt naked during a relay race.
[HEATBLAST: Hothead, Great At BBQs]
"From what I heard; everyone's competitive spirits were light up!" Heatblast explains from his inferno-like room. "At first it was small things like who could do the dishes the fastest or sweep the most. But as time went on, things apparently got quiet, well, heated."
[BIG CHILL: Deku Wanted His Name To Be Freezer Burn Or Sub-Zero]
"From what I was told, in order to cool things down Grey Matter came up with an idea, a delightful enticing idea." Big Chill leans forward in his ice-frozen seat and proclaims. "The Omni-Games."
[RATH: Sirius Buttkicker, Loves Scratches Under Chin]
"The Omni-Games really helped all those chumps blow off steam! Let me tell ya somethin', the Omni-Games are a great way for all the Omnitrix Aliens to fight and show off! And Rath's gonna win it!"
[XLR8: Fastest Lizard Alive, Watches Three Anime Series a Day]
"The Omni-Games are the single greatest day of the year! It's better than Halloween, Thanksgiving, my Birthday-" XLR8 pauses and thinks. "But we have talked about making this thing happen once every 6 months maybe since we keep getting new friends."
Heatblast smirks and continues to explain. "It's a one day, nine event, alien vs. alien competition."
Big Chill nods at the explanation. "Because there were so few aliens in here at the start it was decided that only 8 of us would compete. While the aliens that don't get to compete are the ones that come up with the challenges."
The Ditto behind the camera then chimes in and asks. 'So, how did you guys decide who was gonna compete this time?"
"We drew lots for it."
XLR8 smiles and counts off the contestants. "This year we got Rath, Four Arms, Ripjaws, Heatblast, me, Big Chill, and of course the previous winner gets an automatic slot."
"But that's only seven." Ditto is quick to point out.
"Oh, yeah, well you see the lost slot was given to Ghostfereak but he…opted out."
[GHOSTFREAK: ?]
The room is dark and ominous, grey and dead and filled with a heavy fog. Ghostfreak floats there, his back towards the camera.
Ditto steps closer, focusing the camera on the back of the alien's head.
When suddenly Ghostfreak's entire body rips open in an explosion of gore and tentacles.
"EEEEEEeeeekkk!"
XLR8 shivers, holding himself against this chair.
[DITTO: Cutest Alien, Camera Crew & Producer Of The Omni-Games]
"I offered to take his place, but I've been banned from the games for supposedly cheating." Ditto scoffs. "But they're the ones in the wrong! All the events are in their favor! They're just way too hard!"
"Yeah, you're right!" The Ditto behind the camera shouts.
"I demand we get another chance!"
"Yeah!"
Four Arms fiddles with a water bottle between his fingers as he goes ahead and finishes the explanation. "The Omni-Games challenges you both physically and mentally.'' He takes the water bottle and tosses it back, and without looking it lands right side up. "And this year was the craziest year. EVER."
OVA: Omni-Games
Grey Matter has the stage, he's seated upon a floating platform of his own design which allows him to hover this way and that under the color banner that reads: OMNI-GAMES.
["Everyone welcome to our official 2nd Omni-Games!"] The Galvian cheers, holding the microphone like a guitar since it's so much bigger than he is. ["Now before we begin I'd like to remind everyone that our own Water Hazard will be acting as our Fire Marshal and onsite EMT for today."]
Water Hazard is standing just off to the side of the stage where he peers over at the camera. "I just got my CPR and First Aid Training this year, too."
Grey Matter continues. ["And as a now set tradition, the winner from last year's-"]
Suddenly he's cut off as the other presence on the stage snatches the microphone away.
["As The All-Time Champ I'd like you all to stand while I speak."] Feedback smirks from atop the stage with a giant medal wrapped around his neck that reads 1st Place.
Four Arms drags his hands down his face in frustration. "Uh, losing to Feedback's the worst. You know how they say act like you've been there before; Feedback never read that book."
[OMNI-GAMES]
["When I say King you say Feedback! King-!"] Feedback holds a hand to his ear, waiting for everyone to cheer back.
But his fellow contestants don't make a sound. Neither do the rest of the Omnitrix aliens that are all seated off to the side in the stands.
["-Feedback! That was great!"] Feedback laughs acting like it was totally planned. ["So enough about my numerous victories because there are many."]
Heatblast taps his foot in annoyance. "Did he not hear Grey Matter say this was the 2nd? 2ND OMNI-GAMES?! All-Time Champ my a-"
[OMNI-GAMES]
Feedback smirks as he announces into the mic. ["This year in an effort to inspire you to be as great as I am. I'm offering up the biggest prize yet-my Room! A.K.A. the Best Room!"]
The camera slides to the other Contestants capturing their looks of amazement and desire.
"It wasn't about the room!" Rath explains with a boisterous roar. "It was taking something way from Feedback!"
"Something he loved." Big Chill very much agrees.
[XLR8: Loves His Fellow Aliens, But…]
"Man we were just tired of losing. And no one lost worse than Ripjaws."
##########(Flashback)#########
Last year's Omni-Games were a disaster for Ripjaws. Like humiliating yourself during prom mixed with revealing your deepest secret type of bad. Not a single event went well for him. Not. A. One.
There was the Iron Wall challenge where the contestants had to smash their way through an iron wall. Ripjaws never so much as left a scratch on it and instead accidentally ran face first into it, knocking himself out. Much to Feedback's own amusement.
Or there was the disc throwing event where Ripjaws' disc bounced right off the walls and blew up in his face. Literally they were filled with explosives.
Then there was Zap Cannon Dodgeball where they all had to dodge an entire swarm of Buzzshocks from hitting them. Safe to say that Ripjaws was hit a many many times.
And so on.
########(End Flashback)#######
Four Arms shakes his head as he recalls last year's results. "No one wanted Feedback to chump them against this year. We were ready for war."
[OMNI-GAMES: 1st Event - HANDSTAND HILL-BOMB]
["Monsters and Aliens, reporting to you live on the scene from our first event: the HANDSTAND HILL-BOMB!"] Grey Matter's platform hovers before Cannonbolt's room.
The room is massive and filled with towering ramps which is where the race begins.
["Each contestant must slide down the giant ramp while doing a handstand on top of a hoverboard. Whoever makes it to the bottom first while still on their board wins!"]
The contestants in the following order: Four Arms, XLR8, Feedback, Ripjaws, Heatblast, Rath, and Big Chill.
They all await, remaining still while in handstands as Grey Matter gives the Count down. ["Aaaaand…GO!"]
They take off zooming down the ramp all at once.
["And they're off!"] Grey Matter announces. ["Oh, it looks like someone has separated themselves from the pack."]
Feedback is showing off, keeping one hand on the board as he takes the lead.
["Down the stretch they come, aaand iiiit's-"] Grey Matter is visibly disappointed as Feedback zips through the finish line. ["-Feedback… Yay."]
One of the Ditto's who's working the background throws a slip of paper on the ground and stomps on it. "I knew I shouldn't have bet on the red guy."
With the Dittos distracted Feedback is able to snatch the camera and focus it on himself. "Call me lightning because I struck first!"
["In second-!"] Grey Matter gasps as a grey blur zips past him and the finish line. ["Ripjaws?!"]
Even Feedback is taken back by the result.
["I can't believe it! This is-hey!"]
Feedback once again snatches the mic from Grey Matter before slinking his way over to mess with Ripjaws. ["Second place, huh. What's that feel like?"] He taunts pressing the mic to Ripjaws' cheek.
Ripjaws tries to shy away, using his hoverboard as a shield. "Feedback please don't-"
["Because I only get first."] And with a nasty smirk Feedback drops the mic onto Ripjaws' head before marching away leaving Ripjaws to stew in his frustration.
[RIPJAWS: A Grinning-Beauty, Loves The Dentists]
"Second baby!" Ripjaws cheers in glee nearly falling off his chair he's so excited.
[FOUR ARMS: Was Not Dreaming]
"Ripjaws got second! And I was like, am I dreaming?!"
[RIPJAWS: Doesn't Wear Breathing Apparatus Because It's Uncomfortable]
Ripjaws is dancing around, shaking his hips as he does. "I just got second! I just got second!"
[XLR8: Bless His Heart, He Always Give It His All]
XLR8 smiles sheepishly at the camera. "It wasn't a great start for me."
He fell face first off his hoverboard almost immediately. But what can he say he's always been better on his feet than on his hands.
[OMNI-GAMES: 2nd Event - REVOLTING GOOP CHICKEN]
["It's a clear indoor day, conditions are ideal as we begin our second event: The REVOLTING GOOP CHICKEN!"] Grey Matter announces from inside a dome that surrounds his floating platform.
"My signature event." Feedback smirks as a massive hive-like structure covered in green slime hangs above him and the other contestants. "The goop that separates the Rancors from the Kowakian Monkey-Lizards."
Ripjaws frowns as he lies down underneath the hive-like structure. "That's not how-"
"Who's gonna flinch first?" Feedback ignores him as he lies down next to the rest of the contestants. "Ha, my money's on Ripjaws." He's so confident about this he rests his hands under his head and chills.
But he better brace himself because for this event the contestants must prove their bravery by allowing the goop that's been festering inside Stinkfly's homemade hive for months now to touch them. The last one to run away from the putrid and possibly toxic slime will be the winner.
["3. 2. 1. GO!"]
On Grey Matter's que, Stinkfly uses his stinger to slice open the bottom of the hive.
And with the pressure released the entire massive structure of slime and putrid odors shakes and rumbles.
The contestants cower in fear, awaiting the goop to spill out. But then as the hive settles down it appears.
A glowing glob of slime oozes its way out. The smell feels like a hundred punches to their nostrils. Pieces of junk, rotten meals, and trash are soaked in the slime, which for some reason is glowing as if it's made of radiation!
"Gah, it's too gross I can't do it!" Four Arms is the first to bail out.
"I'm too pretty to be slimed!" XLR8 cries in fear, running away vanishing in a blink of an eye.
"So, not worth it." Big Chill phases through the ground and vanishes.
The others try to hold it but as the ooze creeps closer they swear they saw it smile at them.
"Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope!" Heatblast leaps away, somehow his face turning green.
"Rath is not gonna lick himself clean if that horrible stuff touches Rath!" Rath scurries away quickly.
Grey Matter and the rest of the aliens watch intently as the event nears its end. ["The final two."]
Feedback's nervous but he doesn't show it through that forced smirk. "Time to tap out, bro. Time to remember who you are."
Ripjaws keeps his eyes shut as the goop inches closer and closer. "You first, bro."
The goop forms into a massive glob, hanging just inches from their heads like a giant slime bomb.
And feedback is sweating buckets from how close it is. "It-It's your last chance!"
But Ripjaws doesn't humor him, instead he's bracing himself while focusing on his breathing. Keeping his eyes shut closed as tightly as he can.
And closer, and closer, and closer it inches. It's putrid glow illuminating their faces like a toxic glowstick.
"NO!" Feedback loses his nerve and runs.
["Feedback's out! Ripjaws wins!"] Grey Matter cheers.
"Yes!" Ripjaws opens his jaw wide and cheers "I am-"
The glowing putrid glob explores and splatters across his entire face and upper body.
Every alien gags and chokes back vomit. "Eeeewwww!"
"Oh my gosh!"
"Somebody save him!"
Water Hazard rushes in and blasts water at Ripjaws. "Hang in there! Somebody get me the AED! Hurry! We're losing him!"
[FOUR ARMS: Has To Ask At Least 2 Other Aliens To Spot Him]
"The guy that flosses five times a day got gooped!" He can't believe it, he can't!
[RIPJAWS: Suffered His First Victory]
"Literally the taste of victory was horrible." Ripjaws explains but then a cocky smirk stretches across his face as he leans back acting like he just ate the finest of meals. "But figuratively nom nom, nom nom, nom."
[XLR8: Binged Every Show On Netflix In A Few Days]
"You should have seen the look on Feedback's face." XLR8 grins as if witnesses a once in a lifetime event. "And I knew we were witnessing history."
[OMNI-GAMES: Event 3 - SEED DARTS]
During the next event where the Contestants have to hurl Wildvine's Seed Bombs at serval targets, Ripjaws managed to get three perfect bullseyes in a row.
And the results made him giddy, acting like a little kid who got exactly wanted for Christmas while Feedback acts like he was handed a huge lump of coal.
Heatblast still can't believe Ripjaws' luck. "Ripjaws won three in a row. He was next level!"
[OMNI-GAMES: Event 4 - DIZZY RACE]
In the next event the Contestants get spun around in one of Terraspin's tornados before being thrown forward and forced to run as fast and best as they can in order to get to the finish line first.
And although it was close, Feedback just barely spun his way to victory without losing his lunch.
Four Arms shakes his head in disbelief. "But Feedback wasn't going down without a fight."
[OMNI-GAMES: Event 5 - MALLOW MOUTH]
Mallow Mouth is what you think the contestant must force themselves to fit as many marshmallows in their mouths as possible.
And oh boy was it a show. Heatblast's marshmallows kept melting and Big Chill's were freezing solid making it that much harder. Four Arms felt like he was choking and XLR8's jaws aren't that big, so he was out quickly. Feedback tried but failed and Ripjaws did well before spitting it all out, commenting that it'll give him cavities.
And so Rath won this one, having fit so many marshmallows in his mouth it's a miracle they haven't spilled out yet.
[RATH: Says Marshmallows Taste Like Tiffin]
"Rath can fit a whole fist in Rath's mouth. Wanna see?" he goes to shove his fist into his jaw but the camera cuts away.
And so the competition went on. From Event 6 where they all had to hop across floating platforms over a rushing stream of water. Ripjaws won, easily much to Feedback's annoyance.
And then there was Event 7 where they played a game of hot potato with Buzzshock as the potato. He'd shock whoever had him when time ran out. And although Feedback won, Ripjaws was a second away from winning it himself.
[BIG CHILL: Loves Cold Soba]
"Nothing phases Feedback but that day you can tell, Ripjaws was getting under his skin. And he was quite literally feeling the burn. But so did Ripjaws."
[FEEDBACK: Chief Suspect In…The Incident]
Feedback lazily sits on his sofa as a Ditto holds the mic too close to his face. "So we agree, no questions about the incident, right?"
The Ditto behind the camera nods sarcastically. "Of course! Please. Now, Feedback…tell me about the incident."
And like that Feedback shoves the camera away and storms off.
[OMNI-GAMES: Event 8 - IRONCLAD BALANCE]
[A.K.A. THE INCIDENT]
The Incident occurred during the 8th Event the IRONCLAD BALANCE. This one's a bit weird but it was Lodestar's idea, so they went with it. For this event, contestants must balance an entire ball of metal on their heads for as long as they can before falling.
And right now it's down to Feedback vs Ripjaws once again as everyone else had already fallen out.
[RIPJAWS: AKA Slayer Of Feedbacks, The Underdog Champ]
"Going into the near ultimate event, Ironclad Balance. I knew I had it. It was my day, and when it's your day you gotta ride it. As the great bard once said to thy own self BEAT FEEDBACK!"
[XLR8: I Was Like, Right There, Man!]
"And that's when Feedback fell." XLR8 looks around suspiciously in case Feedback can hear him. "Or did he…?"
Ditto leans in closer. "So, you think he did it on purpose?"
After a moment of making sure no one will see, XLR8 nods.
[THE INCIDENT]
Grey Matter is hooked on the competition, unable to look away as the final two remain. ["If Ripjaws wins this event it will be almost impossible for Feedback to catch up."]
And Feedback is losing it, his legs are going numb and the chunk of metal's starting to move on him.
Whereas Ripjaws is totally in the zone and perfectly balanced.
["Oh, no! Feedback is starting to wobble."]
"Aaahh!" Feedback loses it, he falls to the side, and his body is thrown against Ripjaws causing both their chunks of metal scrap to come crashing down.
Everybody gasps and gets up from their seats as Water Hazard and Grey Matter run over to figure out the results.
Feedback and Ripjaws groan in pain as Feedback is laid on top of the fish man.
Grey Matter quickly makes sure that's the case by using a tape measure and level to check. ["Ripjaws hit the ground first, Feedback wins!"] He announces reluctantly with a roll of his eyes.
Upon hearing the announcement, Feedback instantly lights up and cheers. "Yeah! Woah!"
"Ahhhh!" Ripjaws wails in pain as the camera zooms down to leg.
It's mangled and broken, swollen red and bent in the wrong direction from the sudden weight of metal.
[RIPJAWS: Victim of Feedback's Cruel Assault]
"IT WAS FEEDBACK! HE DID IT ON PURPOSE!"
Big Chill folds his arms and gives a deadpanned expression. "Oh, yeah. It definitely was on purpose."
Heatblast fully agrees too. "Without a doubt!"
Rath shakes his head in disgust. "It just ain't right"
[FEEDBACK: Sincere Or Staged? You Decide!]
"I'm only talking to you to set the record straight. I didn't do it on purpose. I mean how could I?! I had like a ton of metal on my head!" In anger he shoots out of his seat and storms away. "This is just like the Saulsberry Witch trials!"
[GREY MATTER: Tiny Einstein, Finder Of Lost Change In Couch Cushions]
Grey Matter stares at the camera with a look of concern and bewilderment. "The Saulsberry Witch trials?" He lets out an exasperated sigh. "I really need to make sure those guys are keeping up with their studies."
[THE INCIDENT]
"Aaaaah!" Ripjaws' is in so much pain, his ankle's swollen to the size of a volleyball it's so bad.
Feedback shakes his shoulder gently and worriedly, hovering over him as if he could help somehow. "Ripjaws, are you okay?!"
"You did this!" Ripjaws grabs him by the collar and wails. "You'll do anything to win! My ankle! My moment!"
[RIPJAWS: Recalls The Traumatic Attack By Supposed Friend]
"I heard a pop. I thought it was all over. Everything I worked for. Everything I-I dreamed about-..." He covers his face, hiding his broken expression from the camera. "I-I'm sorry can I have a m-moment?"
He sobs, letting out a sad drawn-out cry.
And so with Ripjaws broken ankle he had no choice but to be taken to the infirmary by Water Hazard where his leg was put into a thick cumbersome cast.
[FOUR ARMS: Deeply Concerned About 3rd Favorite Alien]
"At that point, it looked like it was over for the fish man…" Four Arms leans back in disappointment. He truly feels sorry for the guy…but on the other hand. "HA! Did you see his ankle!"
[XLR8: Deeply Concerned About 7th Favorite Alien]
"It was huge! I thought we should amputate!"
[HEATBLAST: Offered To Burn It Off]
"With how red that thing was I honestly thought it was on fire for a moment."
[OMNI-GAMES: Final Event - ULTIMATE ATTACK BOWLING]
For this event the Contestants would have launched themselves from a high place from inside the Omnitrix and perform an Ultimate Attack against a group of 10 crystal pillars set up like bowling pins at the bottom. The idea was for them all to go all out and show off just how destructive they can be but with Feedback being so far in the lead than everyone else and Ripjaws too injured to participate. The Omni-Games were all but over.
"Wooooooo!" Feedback laughs in glee as he dives down and delivers a devastating kick against the crystals, blasting them away with a powerful explosion of lightning. "Hahahaha!"
Grey Matter sighs in disappointment at the results. ["Another perfect 10 for Feedback. And with Ripjaws unable to bowl-"]
"Not so fast, friend!"
Everyone gasps and looks up towards the top of the structure where Ripjaws, casted leg and all, stands.
"I'm here, let's bowl."
[FOUR ARMS: Witnessed The Underdog's Return]
"When Ripjaws showed up I was like-WHAAAAA!"
[XLR8: WHAAAAAAAAAAA]
"WHAAAAAAAAAAA!"
[FOUR ARMS: WHAAAAAAAAAAA]
"WHAAAAAAAAAAA!"
[XLR8: WHAAAAAAaaaaat]
"WHAAAAAAaaaaat!"
[OMNI-GAMES: Final Event - ULTIMATE ATTACK BOWLING]
Ripjaws had to drag his leg to the edge of the structure. And even though it was awkward there was a powerful fire in his heart. And that look of determination on his face had Feedback quivering in his boots.
"I bet you were scared, huh?" Ditto teases as he interviews Feedback once again.
[FEEDBACK: Is Getting A Taste Of Reality]
"Scared? Me? I'm never scared! Is All Might scared of, uh, protein shakes? No, no. Scared?! Ppft!"
[OMNI-GAMES: Final Event - ULTIMATE ATTACK BOWLING]
Grey Matter is blown away just from Ripjaws daring to even show up. ["Ripjaws needs a perfect ten to win!"]
Ripjaws stands before them all on high up he eyes the pillars critically, processing what he needs to do in his mind. And when he's ready he takes a breath and jumps with all he's got. He dives down like a missile dropping over its target.
[XLR8: Believes In The Missing Link]
"I knew he could do it-!"
Except for the fact that his cast, being so cumbersome and large, throws his balance off causing him to wobble and loose his direction as he plummets.
[XLR8: …Nevermind]
"Is something I would say if I was crazy."
[HEATBLAST: Also Doubts The Missing Link ]
"With that ankle, throwing him off his balance. No way."
[OMNI-GAMES: Final Event - ULTIMATE ATTACK BOWLING]
But Ripjaws won't give up. How could he bear to work for Deku if he lets it end like this? And so he slices off the cast with a single swipe and completes the dive, crashing into the pillars with such force it could rival a Texas Smash, his claws and teeth tearing into the crystals and blasting all ten away.
"YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" The crowd of Omnitrix Aliens go crazy with excitement, they can't believe it. Ripjaws won!
And Feedback can't believe it either. "NOOOOOooooo!"
Even Ripjaws is blown away, he did it! He really really did! Oh what a glorious-
*SHINK!*
A single pillar of crystal drops back down, its sharp end piercing the floor allowing it to land perfectly right-side up.
And like that Grey Matter makes the official call. ["It's a nine!"]
"WHAT!?" Everyone gasps.
Feedback pauses for a moment. "Wait, a second. That means-..."
"We tied?!" Ripjaws shouts in disbelief.
"TIED!?"
[FOUR ARMS: Overwhelmed By Unprecedented Situation]
"No one knew what to do! I-I mean-what do we do?! Do we consult the bi-laws? Do we call the president?! Is it a sudden death? Do they fight to the Death?! WHAT!?"
And so they checked the Official Rulebook, with Ripjaws and Feedback pressed together as they look it over.
Ripjaws traces the line with his claw and reads it aloud. "Section 4 article 7: In the instance of a tie the next event will be…a…-"
Ripjaws and Feedback both are a look before their expression turn horror struck at what they just read. They look horrified, petrified even by the rulebook. So much so they both let out cries of anguish and terror.
"AAAAAaaaaahhhhh!"
[GREY MATTER: Oh No…What Have You Done, Grey Matter?]
"Mwhahahaha! I've been waiting my whole life for this."
[FEEDBACK: Fears Two Things: Losing and Grey Matter's Evil-Genius Plots]
"Grey Matter's Choice?! Are you crazy?! Who came up with that?!"
And so after letting Ripjaws heal up a little and adding a good layer of bandage around his leg, the Tiebreaker event was ready to begin.
["Welcome everyone this next Event will be the deciding factor in who wins this year's Omni-Games!"] Grey Matter announces before a roaring stand of Omnitrix Aliens.
For this event is taking place in an arena-like area with all sorts of obstacles and structures place within it from large pipes, pyramids, and stacks of scrapped tech. They even borrowed some things from the other aliens like Cannonbolt's ramp, some of Diamondhead's crystals, vines from Wildvine hang from the ceiling, there's a layer of ice on one of the small pyramids, and so much more.
And the contestants are standing in the middle of it, awaiting further instructions.
To which Grey Matter is happy to give. ["It's time for the SLIPPERY SLOBBERY WOO!"
"RAAAAWWWR!" Upon his announcement, from out of nowhere Wildmutt comes rushing in like a mad beast.
His fur is matted and filthy with grime and dirt while slippery oil just slides off his body. As he races by Grey Matter sprays him with more oil making him even more slippery and filthy.
"Ahhh! No Why?!" Ripjaws gags at the smell.
[GREY MATTER: Worst Friend Ever]
"I got Wildmutt to agree to this when I promised him that he wouldn't have to bathe for a week. Mwhahaha!
[OMNI-GAMES: Tiebreaker - SLIPPERY SLOBBERY WOO]
["Ripjaws vs. Feedback! Whoever catches Wildmutt wins the Omni-Games! Now let's go!"]
"Arrroooo!" Wildmutt lets out a beastly howl signifying the start of the match.
And like that Ripjaws and Feedback rip themselves away from how weird and gross this all is to them, they throw each other some nasty death glares before racing off towards the buttered up Wildmutt.
Feedback makes it first, grabbing onto Wildmutt's front right leg. "Got ya, fleabag!"
Ripjaws slides in and grabs the other leg. "No, it's me who has him!"
Neither of them has him as Wildmutt is able to slip his legs free of their grips with little to no effort thanks to all that oil.
"Rawwr!" With his legs free Wildmutt takes off into the cluttered arena leaping up the ramp first as to get away.
Feedback and Ripjaws pursue him, leaping after him and grabbing him only for their hands to slip right off like they were grabbing at melted butter. Feedback falls face first onto the ramp after losing his grip and as Wildmutt leaps down Ripjaws goes for it only for his hands to slip right off Wildmutt's back leg.
And so they went chasing after the mutt throughout the arena. Up the pyramids, around the pipes, over the piles of scrapped tech but neither of them are able to hold the beast down.
Wildmutt laughs at their attempts as the rest of the aliens' cheer on their favorite contests, mainly Ripjaws that is. Either way it's all in good fun and entertainment watching Ripjaws and Feedback fall over themselves to catch the hairy beast.
Feedback leaps in and wraps his tendrils around Wildmutt's arms and neck. But with a well-timed bite and the oil Wildmutt is able to slip away.
"Ow! Oh, come on!" Feedback yelps.
"My turn!" Ripjaws leaps in and manages to grab Wildmutt from his back but he slides off and gets kicked away by the Vulpimancer. "Ahh!"
"Out of the way!" But he's not giving up, using the momentum of the kick Ripjaws hits the hall with his feet and launches himself right back at the beast.
"Raaaaahh!" Feedback lets out a determined roar and charges forward with crazy speed.
They both catch Wildmutt from booths sides, clashing into each other and squirting as they both try to claim the prize for themselves.
But Wildmutt's not gonna hand them the win as he begins to run around wildly, causing the contestants to hold on for dear life.
"We both know how this ends!" Feedback shouts, his tendrils just barely holding onto Wildmutt's side.
"Not today!" Ripjaws roars back.
"You can't beat me! I'm the best there is! The best there was. And the best there will ever be!"
And so Feedback pulls with all his might, his fingers digging into Wildmutt's fur as tries to kick Ripjaws away! But in the scuffle Feedback is the one who slips off the beast leaving him with only matts of stinky fur as his prize.
[FOUR ARMS: Feels Like a Proud Mama Hen]
"I started out a Never Feedback, but in the end-"
[XLR8: Has Already Drawn Fan-Art of Ripjaws' Win]
"-I was actually rooting for Ripjaws."
With his claws and teeth lodged, harmlessly, into Wildmutt's side Ripjaws throws him and the Vulpimancer into the air and over Feedback.
"You know what rhymes with second place?! Feedback's Face!" Ripjaws howl in victory as he and Wildmutt come plummeting down over the toppled champion.
"Oh no! No no NOOOOO!"
Camera cuts in and out before focusing on Feedback who's just finished clearing out his room. With a huff the alien shoves a hand at the camera as he takes his stuff and leaves.
Ripjaws, meanwhile, lies back in his new bed and waves Feedback goodbye, "Thanks for the room, bro. You know a champion really needs his space. Hahahahaha! Champ burn! Burn! Hahaha"
Ditto takes the camera and hurries after the defeated Feedback. "So, Feedback. How does this loss feel?"
"A better question would be, did I really lose?" Feedback smirks back at the camera and winks.
Later that same night Feedback manages to steal the camera and sneak off for his old room.
But first he makes a few stops, like his old neighbor's rooms.
At the first stop he takes the camera and shows Rath's room. There Rath is sprawled out on his giant torn-up cat bed. "Raaaaawrrr…!" His snores are loud and beastly, rumbling through the room like thunder.
Next stop is Bullfrag's where the amphibian's snores end with him letting out a boisterous croak. "ZZZzzz RIBBIT! ZZZzzz RIBBIT!"
And finally it's Wildmutt's own room where he howls and yelps in his sleep. "Arrrrooooo…!"
And with their sleeping arrangement showing off, Feedback shushes the camera and aims up at the vents and how they're all connected, all intersecting into one room: his old one.
Which is now Ripjaws and right now he is really starting to wish he lost. As Ripjaws is being driven to insanity from all the noise coming through. His eyes are bulging, and his head is aching, not even the pillows around his head can save him!
And so Feedback turns the camera back to himself and smirks, letting us all know who the real winner was in the end.
*Hey everyone, sorry for ghosting you all I know I said I was gonna post the main chapter today but obviously that didn't happen. I was definitely burnt out these last few weeks and so I stepped away from the story completely and took a break for all of last week. I didn't think about it, didn't work on it, I did anything but to help me relax and catch my breath. And it was exactly what I needed because I am back, I feel refreshed, and ready to go. Heck this OVA took me less than 2 days to write. 2 DAYS! Although a lot of luck played a role in that but either way I am back!
*UPDATE* Speaking of which I feel confident in saying that I will have the Final Part of the Three Heroes Arc ready for next week! See you all then and thank you for all your patience. I know it's been such a long wait for these chapters, but life happens whether we like it or not. And not everything worked out to my plan. Heck, my plan was that this chapter would have been done months ago and I'd have up to three chapters ready and waiting to be posted. Clearly that plan never worked out how I wanted but it is what it is. Honestly I don't think we will ever be back to a weekly upload schedule and maybe not even a bi-weekly one. And that's not because I'm not trying but it's just the way things are with how I write, events in my life, responsibilities, health, and the like. So, thank you again for understanding and being so patient with me.