Rocket Power: Zero Gravity

by DevilBoy216

Entry 3 in a Nicktoons crossover series. 14 years later, Ocean Shores is now an economically depressed town, with Team Rocket going their separate ways as adults. Now, the millionaire owner of Zero Gravity Zone has a strange new plan for the city, and Team Rocket must reunite to stop him. Rated M for violence, strong language, marijuana usage, crude humor, and some sexual content.

31. Chapter 30: Mile High Club, Part 3

CHAPTER 30: MILE HIGH CLUB, PART 3

Flying somewhere over the Baja Peninsula of Mexico, a jet follows its course to Rio de Janeiro.

It moves unsuspectfully over the skies, not warranting any attention of those on the ground. Therefore, it is left unnoticed to anyone looking for the perpetrator of the Ocean Shores Boardwalk massacre, Lars Rodriguez, who is aboard currently aboard the jet.

Nor is it noticed that it also carries the man who bought Ocean Shores and has plans to turn the city into a massive skate park, Alex Gravity, who owns the jet. And it most certainly is not noticed that he is the employer of Lars Rodriguez, and a team of terroristic skaters known as the Rippers, including his other two subordinates of Mike and Jared, present with him now.

The few and only that noticed his crimes and followed them to come to the knowledge they have now are the other occupants of the ship, Otto, Twister, Reggie, Sam, and Dax, taken as hostage by the villains. Charging into fight for Ocean Shores with compromised weapons and replicated hoverboards, they were ultimately defeated before the battle could even begin, captured in moments of arriving.

"Otto. This may be... the single... most dumbest thing you've ever done to get us in trouble." Reggie said.

"In my defense, none of you guys stopped me. If everyone was jumping off a cliff, would you do it?" Otto asked.

"You led us off the cliff, dude." Twister said.

"Not on purpose, man! I didn't know this shit was gonna happen!"

"You didn't think for a second that we might be outgunned against them?" Sam asked.

"You didn't think for a second that we might be outgunned against them and suggest something else?!"

The group then looked to Dax for a comment, receiving an expression of aversion when they looked upon him.

"Don't look at me, I just joined your team." Dax said.

"Shut the fuck up. We heard you bicker long enough, and I ain't in the mood for any more of that shit." Lars said.

As the Rippers continued watching over their prisoners, withstanding their own internal conflict, Mike and Jared decided to look over the numerous weapons the team had created, not at all impressed with their crude jury-rigging and compromised equipment they crafted. Mike, however, found a liking to the spiked gloves, proceeding to shadowbox with his newfound weapons.

Alex Gravity, however, inspected carefully both the homemade boards by Sam and his own professionally-manufactured boards, holding one in each hand.

"Charging in with a bunch of half-assed weapons like it's a kid's movie? Fucking stupid. I like these things, though. I bet you could kill somebody with just one punch with something with these, right?" Mike asked.

"I doubt you'd do any real damage with those things, Mike. You may have been the rowdiest of the team, but you never knew how to channel that power right. You were just a noisy kid who got way above his head in fights. At least, until Lars came along, but he was obviously good enough to get preferential treatment from the boss." Dax said.

"I admire your balls, Dax, not so easy to say that when you're tied up and on your knees, but I think I'll let your ball-handling to Wes. Oh, wait, the faggot's dead, isn't he? So I guess you gotta grab your own fuckin' balls now, don't you?"

"People like you and Jared, shitheads going off like you did like wild animals, I should've known this wasn't a team, or even a family. I'm the fucking idiot for believing this shit for a second."

"None of that matters now, because, right now, you are all just one order away from being dead, and then we all finally put your shitty little town behind us and enjoy our money and vacation." Jared said.

"Yes, but we won't be killing any of them. At least, if we are to kill anyone, it won't be most important one of the group." Alex Gravity said.

"So, tell me why again we're not killing these douchebags? I was looking forward to blasting all the bitches straight to hell." Lars said.

"I believe I explained that multiple times before we got to this point. But I can share it one more time, as these young men and woman are the ones who need to hear it most."

Finished with his inspection of the hoverboards, he set both aside, setting the nuclear board with the Rippers' other boards, including Otto's damaged board, and Sam's other compromised boards. Taking a chair with him, Alex Gravity sat across from the captured Team Rocket, giving the facsimile of a civilized conversation with his prisoners.

"First and foremost, I'd like to congratulate Dax for his help on procuring this little group and gift-wrapping them straight to me. You've been just as helpful here as you've been during this whole operation." Alex Gravity said.

The statement got dirty looks out from the group, all pointing their faces at Dax, but none so much as Otto, who put his own trust in him for this one moment. Dax has a defensive urge to speak out on his own behalf and denounce the accusations, but he knows that they will not be heard, so he merely protests in silence.

"You son of a bitch. You fucking son of a bitch, I trusted you! How the fuck could you?!" Otto shouted.

"Oh, no, don't go blaming Dax. He's quite absolved of any blame here. He didn't bring you here because I asked him to. He brought you here because I let him do it. That was my doing. See, I knew he would try to get back to you after I put a threat on your lives, and inevitably bring you all to me." Alex Gravity said.

"Why would you want to do that?" Twister asked.

"Otto mentioned to me off-hand, by way of a Freudian slip, I must specify, that one of you managed to successfully take my hoverboards and replicate them, finding a way to power them without the use of nuclear material."

Otto groaned in anger with a look to the floor at his mistake, gaining an equally angry look from Reggie.

"Otto..." Reggie growled.

"Now, I may not be fully familiar with all of you, but I think I can take a pretty good guess as to who the secret genius is. It obviously isn't Otto or Dax, the girl Reggie's a reporter, as I clearly remember from seeing her at the paper I bought, and the boy Twister... Well, he is related to Lars, so that obviously disqualifies him from any harboring any superior intellect. The big boy here must be the lucky winner, and you are... Sam, I believe? Sam Dullard?" Alex Gravity asked.

"Yeah, that's me." Sam said.

"Excellent. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Dullard. A bit ironic that such a smart boy can have the last name of 'Dullard', but you've more than proved yourself, I think. Sammy- May I call you Sammy?"

"Reggie calls me Sammy. You don't."

"Whatever you say, Sammy. So, now, you really managed to build more hoverboards? Not many people I've encountered were able to work with this technology so easily, let alone duplicate it so quickly. Tell me, how did you do it?"

"Not that I'd tell you, but I honestly don't know. All I did was take a look at the hoverboard, see how it worked, and made more of them out of other skateboards."

"Those are some very complex parts to be just making out of scraps and toys. Even some of the best engineers I've worked with weren't able to do it without resorting to nuclear. But, you... You were able to recreate the board at least 5 times. Do you realize how much talent that takes?"

"I don't know. I just see parts and put them together."

"'Just see parts and put them together'. I like that."

"What, is it really that good?"

"'Good'? It's unbelievable. It took months to get this tech right, and that was before I found the secret ingredient we got to make it work. You're pretty damn smart to figure it out that fast."

"Wait, what do you mean, 'secret ingredient'?"

"The entire reason we were able to find the technology in the first place. Thanks to a little insider knowledge, I found a tip about a special kind of technology being brought into the country by Buckley Lloyd."

"Who?"

"Buckley Lloyd. You know, the millionaire with the daughter that got raped by some crazy school shooter, she died a few days later, he set up that charity for poor kids and orphans, blah blah blah, very Bruce Wayne-type character."

"Oh, yeah, that guy. So, what about him?"

"He bought Membrane Laboratories. Can't tell you why exactly, maybe he's a risky better, but the company just so happened to have something very unique and interesting that also managed to catch his personal interest. It was apparently so high-tech and secret, they didn't even have a name for it. So, a little espionage later, I managed to find out what it was, and I sent my boys after it. They managed to hijack it in mid-air, bring it back to me, and it gave us the missing ingredient to creating hoverboards."

"So, what was the tech?"

"Oh, sorry, now, that one's a trade secret. For now, why don't we just focus on you and me? We've got a lot to discuss."

"Look, are you gonna kill us, or what?"

"Squid! Why the hell are you in a hurry to have him kill us? Don't you think letting him talk is a better way to stay alive?" Otto asked.

"Not to fret, young Otto, I have no intentions of killing any of you. Well, I did, until you let out that certain revelation that changed my mind. You said it yourself, you built these boards and these weapons. You know how to use the anti-gravity tech, just like we've been talking about."

"So what? Obviously, you've got your own people to work with that, what do you need us for?" Sam asked

"I don't need all of you, just you, Sam."

"And why me? Because I can reverse-engineer things with some scrap? You could probably find dozens of people that can do that. You just said yourself that Jared can do it."

"Not quite. See, I only managed to find a handful of people who could get the boards to where they are now, and it was only after numerous searches and giving my scientists enough tools, parts, and money that they could do it. You, on the other hand, who I found out of blind luck, managed to do it all by yourself."

"So, what, you want me to make you more hoverboards?"

"Exactly. If there's one thing that a businessman must always value, it's cutting costs and making savings."

"Why do you need my boards, anyway? The nuclear-powered ones obviously work."

"But the nuclear is still a potential problem. Any consumer finds out these have a small reactor in them, that tends to scare them off. Nobody likes to think they're riding on a potential bomb, let alone let their children use them."

"Then why use nuclear power in the first place?"

"I've always considered the prospect of innovation over regulation, but it was the best answer to get the boards to work properly and be sufficiently light to carry."

"And why exactly do you even care about having hoverboards, anyway? All you've been doing up until this point was all about turning Ocean Shores into your stupid skating theme park. What's your full game?"

"You remember from the announcement I made earlier today, I revealed my plans for Zero Gravity City, and the hoverboards. I promised that it would revolutionize skating as we know it. Real-life hoverboards seem to be pretty revolutionary, don't they?"

The group had all listened to the exchange between Sam and Alex Gravity enough to fully understand the latter's intentions with the former, but none had a full idea of what would become of them as a consequence. Still intent on getting his revenge, Otto spoke up to gain Alex Gravity's attention.

"Cut the techno-babble shit, Gravity! You're the fuckin' reason my dad's dead. Why'd you have to tear-ass all of Ocean Shores? All for a fucking theme park?" Otto said.

"Oh, but not just any theme park, Otto. You've seen my vision, you've seen the wonders of technology that brought us the hoverboards, and how well they handle for yourself. That's going to bring in plenty of customers, don't you think?" Alex Gravity asked.

"You own a whole fucking skate park chain all across the country. You get plenty of customers already." Otto said.

"And because of that, you practically monopolized the entire sport of skating itself. Anybody wants to skate, you're the only option people have. So why the city and hoverboards?" Reggie asked.

"Excellent points by both, but you both miss the fundamental problem that I faced: Not a lot of people want to skate anymore. You see the shit kids do these days? They post up videos of the most asinine and banal videos online, the most substanceless, boring trite possible, and the masses eat it up. There was a time when skating was what all the cool kids wanted to do, not just sit in front of a camera and play video games. It makes the kids who grew up on those loathsome Jackass movies look like the members of the Renaissance." Alex Gravity said.

"Hey, man, have you seen Jackass? That shit was brilliant! Me and Otto practically grew up on those movies." Twister added.

"Thank you for proving my point."

"Is there a point to all this boomer rant bullshit?" Otto asked.

"Not that a bum like you would understand. Skating no longer being popular means I don't make as much money. My profits at Zero Gravity Zone have never been lower than they are now, and they've kept getting lower and lower every fiscal year."

"So why spend so much money on buying off the entire city, and putting so much into getting the hoverboards built? You don't spend more money if you're hemorrhaging it." Reggie said.

"Not unless you make an investment to make more money."

"But aren't you already rich? You own a private jet, a theme park chain, and, now, a whole city. Just throw out a few coupons to get your business going again. Why even bother with all this other crap?" Otto asked.

"When you do a small promotion to get more customers, you can be ignored or forgotten by the masses. But if you go big, and I mean big, like 'promoting the next Star Wars' big, then they have to take a look at you, and they won't be able to take their eyes off you. You just flipped the game board upside-down with something totally new, and you're the main focus of the spotlight. Sometimes, you have to go big, or go home. And you have to go big in order to see your bet pay off. And the bigger the bet, the bigger the payoff. The bigger the payoff means more money in my pocket, and more people skating again."

"So is this just about trying to get people to skate again, or just getting yourself more money?"

"Both. I'm a businessman first and foremost, but I also am a skater at heart. I made my park as a skater's dream, something every boy and girl could enjoy, but I also tried to mold that with my own love of cinema: The feel of being immersed in another world, another time, another place... and being able to skate there. In fact, it was my own love of movies that also helped bring about the hoverboards. Ever since the late 80's, after Back to the Future Part 2 came out, every kid on the block wanted to get their hands on a real-life hoverboard. For a good part of my years as a young man, I was one of those people who wanted one. Do you know what we got? Miniaturized Segways. When Segways had already become a fad, and it wasn't too long before those little pieces of shit joined them. Now, after several hard years of research and development, and a much-needed jolt of help from our box of goodies from Membrane Labs, I have finally obtained that dream, all to be exclusively used in Gravity City, unavailable anywhere else in the world. I become the first man in history to do what no one has ever accomplished before: To be the first person who defied gravity, the very pull of the Earth itself. Nowadays, being the biggest skateboarding star means just about as much to the average person as being the biggest fanfiction writer in the world; an accomplishment that no one cares about, despite how much passion you put into what you love. With these, everyone's going to care about skateboarding again, and it'll be all of anything a child could dream of being, and I'll be in charge of seeing their dreams succeed or not. And I can finally go knowing that my name is forever immortal, cast in iron in a small city in Southern California."

"So, let me get this straight: You did all this shit... because of a fucking movie?"

"Do you know how many inventions that started as science fiction and became reality? Cell phones? Self-driving cars? A.I.? Even space travel itself was considered but fiction! Me? I'm just the next step. People used to think that superheroes were also fiction, but we're beginning to see a lot more spring up with the Green Eye. For years, we were promised a future as kids that showed us a wonderful world, a world that even the likes of Walt Disney couldn't realize with his EPCOT project. This is not the future we were promised. I want all the amazing things that we were promised would come when I was a kid! I want my hoverboard! I want my time machine! I want my jetpack! I want my teleporter, my spaceship, my fucking Death Star! I want to blow up entire fucking planets! Why? Because it looks fucking awesome, that's why! I want to do it all for real!"

The delirious rant out from the millionaire gained looks of discomfort from even his own employees; discreetly moving his finger by his head, Lars expressed his feelings regarding their employer, receiving nods of agreement from Jared and Mike in return, none of them brave enough to voice their feelings with Alex Gravity directly.

Team Rocket, however, was not so concerned with protecting themselves, with Otto voicing his feelings out loud.

"You're fucking nuts, man. You're out to lunch. You're, like, on fucking Jupiter at this point." Otto said.

"I'm not crazy, Otto. I'm rich. I'm eccentric. That means I can afford to be crazy." Alex Gravity said.

"Well, I gotta hand it to you, Gravity, when I took this job originally, I didn't think you'd come up with such a convoluted and overcomplicated plan just to make the damn history books. Now that I heard it, no wonder you didn't tell us what your game is. I would've just laughed at your ass the moment I heard it and told you to fuck off." Dax said.

"So sue me for hiring you under false pretenses."

Standing up from his chair, Alex Gravity set it aside, no longer interested in having any conversation with the group.

"In any case, I think that's enough small talk. You, Mr. Dullard, are going to be my new tech in order to see my vision brought about. I'll be more than willing to give you all the resources you need, so long as you meet my quota and my needs. First order of business is to not let the hoverboards keep coming out so ugly and clunky. I need something smooth and cool, something that any kid'll break their back to get their hands on. It's a good job for very good pay, especially with the profits you'll bring me in. Are you interested?"

"Forget it, asshole. I'm not going to be part of your cockamamie plan. Your entire plan also cost me my own business. I won't build you a single hoverboard." Sam said.

"Oh, really? Then perhaps I should remind you that you're also present with the man who just committed one of the worst mass shootings in all of California, maybe even the country?"

Summoned forward by his employer, Lars changed his arm into its chainsaw form, forewarning Team Rocket of a painful death he could bring any of them.

"Maybe I could persuade you to take the job with the death of one of your friends? Perhaps the annoying one, the stupid one, or perhaps the girl you like so much?" Alex Gravity asked.

"If you're gonna try to kill one of us, how about you kill me, you fuckin' coward? I'm the asshole who deserves it, anyway!" Dax shouted.

"Ooh, the self-sacrificer trope, I see? And I suppose this is the part where you all try to step in and offer yourselves instead, I presume?"

"You're right about one thing. I'm not offering myself to die in his place, because nobody's gonna fuckin' die on my watch. Not anymore. Don't touch Dax." Otto said.

"And don't touch Otto, either. I'm behind him no matter what. And also, uh, don't kill me either, please." Twister said.

"And the one who didn't speak up is the girl. Lars?" Alex Gravity said.

Stepping up to Reggie, Lars placed his chainsaw-arm against her head, immediately getting angered responses from the rest of Team Rocket.

"No, don't you fuckin' dare!" Otto shouted.

"Get the fuck off of her!" Sam shouted.

"Get off Reggie, you piece of shit!" Twister shouted.

"Leave her alone, Lars! Stop it!" Dax shouted.

Lars paid no heed to the protests of Team Rocket, instead giving his chainsaw a brief spurt of power and cutting through Reggie's shirt, getting a small gasp and yelp out of her in response. The cut left no damage in his skin or caused her any harm, only managing to tear enough of her shirt to show her cleavage, much to her anger.

Pulling down on the ripped shirt with his hand, Lars provided himself a better view of it, getting yet more angered yells from Team Rocket.

"You know, boss? I don't think I wanna rip her up just yet. I really want to see what the chainsaw does to a motherfucker, but I also really, really want to fuck her, and I can't get off to a bloody, mutilated carcass. I'm no psycho. So how about one little quickie, then I kill the bitch?" Lars asked.

Reggie spat in his face before Alex Gravity could do so, which Lars licked up with a smile.

"Not a bad start. Next time, let me open my mouth. And speaking of which, you better open yours, too. I had a whole 2 liter of Yahoo Soda before we left, and I'm feeling in the mood for watersports." Lars said.

Just as Lars completed his sentence, the roaring of jet engines began to sound in the air, and not any engines that were recognized as part of the plane. The sudden addition of new engines in the air prompted silence from those within, quieting the protests of one side and the threats of the other.

Smiles instantly came to Team Rocket with all their fear subsiding, carrying all the knowledge regarding the presence of the noise. The opposing side, however, had no clue what to make of the noise of the jet engines, forced to take to the windows of the plane to see what was causing the noise.

Looking out the window of the plane, the Rippers saw a squadron of jet engines beginning to surround the plane, carrying American flags on their wings.

"What the hell is going on?" Alex Gravity asked.

His answer came from the intercom of the jet, which activated to give way to the pilots' voices.

"Sir, we're getting hailed by the United States Air Force. They say there is a warrant out for your arrest. We're being given instructions to land at Soto Cano Air Base in Honduras. What do we do?" The pilots asked.

Unable to understand how the plan he so carefully crafted came apart before him, Alex Gravity turned to Team Rocket for an answer, finding them all smiling and beginning to chuckle as he stood confused and enraged. Their reactions told him instantly that they were the ones responsible for the recent development of events, and he began interrogating them for answers.

"What the fuck have you done?!" Alex Gravity shouted.

"Oh, something we didn't mention before, we already knew that you stole something from Membrane Labs since way before all this shit started. They happened to give us their business card and told us to call if we saw anything weird. Well, we found the hoverboards, and that was weird enough, but it was Squid's idea to investigate further and make sure. This time, though, we decided not to wait anymore." Otto said.

---

A little over an hour ago, back at the abode of Otto and Twister...

"Then suit up and get ready. We're going now." Sam said.

Before the group could get ready to attack Zero Gravity Zone and stop Alex Gravity, however, Otto interjected to put their preparation to a stop.

"Wait, wait, wait! I just remembered something." Otto said.

"Remembered what?" Twister asked.

"So, Dax managed to get away and get to us, right?"

"Yeah, I did. So what?" Dax asked.

"Were you followed?"

"No, why?"

"Alex Gravity and the group all saw you leave, and they didn't do anything to catch up to you?"

"No...?"

"So, don't you think that's kinda weird? That you could have all the time in the world to warn us, or go to the cops, or do anything else, and he lets you do it?"

The implication of Otto's commentary began to take hold in their minds, realizing what he was warning of.

"You mean... He knew I was gonna come here. That he wanted you to come to him?" Dax asked.

"Yeah. He knows that we're loose ends, too. If he didn't come after us, then he's wanting us to come to him." Otto said.

The full explanation then brought anger and annoyance out of the team, voicing their frustrations out loud.

"Aw, shit! He's planning some kind of ambush, isn't he?" Sam asked.

"I should've known this idea was too fucking convenient. Now what are we supposed to do?" Reggie asked.

"We could outsmart him by not showing up, but we can't just sit here and do nothing. We need to do something." Twister said.

"There's one more thing we can do." Otto said.

Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved the card for Membrane Labs he received, displaying to the group.

"We call for backup." Otto said.

"What's that?" Dax asked.

"A direct line to Membrane Labs. The guys you stole... whatever it is you stole the hoverboard tech from."

"Yeah, I know that, but what good is calling them?"

"They gave us this card to call in case we saw any weird shit. The night I fought you guys and stole your hoverboard was definitely some weird shit, but we weren't ready to call yet. We wanted to get some more evidence first."

"So what good is calling now if you don't have what you need still?"

"Not much choice, but it's better than nothing. Gotta take our chances. Somebody give me a phone."

And a phone he received upon asking, which Otto then took and began dialing the number for Membrane Labs.

"Hello? I'd like to report on that stolen tech you guys lost. Or, at least tell you guys who stole it and where he is now." Otto said.

---

Back in the present, on Alex Gravity's plane...

Following a damning and shocking revelation regarding Team Rocket's true plan, Alex Gravity stood silent and defeated, realizing that he had been outplayed by those he thought cornered and defeated by his own wit. Like a teacher defeated by his own student, the ego that he held was severely damaged, his belief in himself tarnished by the facts of reality.

"What, do you think we're fucking stupid? Of course we didn't just rush in with a bunch of shit taped together to beat you. But you thought we were really that dumb, and we knew how to take advantage of that. Who's stupid now, motherfucker?" Otto asked.

In trying to collect himself, Alex Gravity turned to pure anger, carrying in his mind nothing more than simple death wish of the man who humiliated and defeated him.

"You mean like the kind of stupid who pisses off the guy who has you tied up, and an employee with a shitload of weapons in his arm? Lars, kill this cocksucker right now." Alex Gravity said.

But even in his attempt to establish his own strength and intelligence, there are those who can still outthink him with certain suggestions...

"Uh, hey, boss, as much as I like that idea, won't we need these guys for hostages at this point? I mean, I spent enough time in jail already, I don't wanna spend it in an army prison-" Lars tried to say.

...which further damage his already bruised ego, prompting him to return to greater fits of anger.

"I SAID, KILL THIS MOTHERFUCKING SKATER PUNK SHIT-STAIN RIGHT NOW! I WANT HIM CUT UP INTO LITTLE, TINY PIECES AND HIS REMAINS PISSED AND SHIT ALL OVER WHEN HE'S DONE! SHOVE THAT FUCKING CHAINSAW UP HIS ASS AND BUTTFUCK HIM WITH IT UNTIL HE SHITS OUT HIS ENTIRE DIGESTIVE SYSTEM! I WANT HIM DEAD! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM, I HATE HIM, I HATE HIM, I HATE HIM, I HATE HIM!" Alex Gravity screamed.

Receiving an ear-shattering scream from his employer and a full tablespoon worth of his saliva on him, Lars responded with a plea for calmness, raising his hand up in submission while his face spelled out a deep concern for Alex Gravity's mental stability, already past the point of questioning it.

"Okay, okay, Jesus. No arguments here." Lars said.

Revving up his chainsaw arm one more time, he stepped up to Otto, preparing to attack with it.

"Never thought I'd say this, Rocket Dork, but looks like we finally found somebody that hates you more than me. So it looks like I'm gonna have to find a way to enjoy this more than he will. Say hi to your dad for me." Lars said.

[Soundtrack Cue: Minor Threat - In My Eyes]

Not even bothering to respond to Lars' comment, Otto stood straight up with the wooden chair he was sitting, as it was still tied to his arms, charging directly into Lars as his arm was raised up. The motion knocked Lars back, forcing him back. Continuing with his attack, Otto spun and smashed the chair against Lars' arm, both shattering the chair and freeing his arms.

Laying a punch into Lars' face, Otto pushed him towards Alex Gravity and the Rippers. His arm was still in its chainsaw form and continuing to run, forcing those in his vicinity to move for safety away from his arm. Taking advantage of his enemies' distracted state, Otto began running back to the rest of Team Rocket, quickly untying the first person he came to.

Twister is the one fortunate enough to be freed first, and, as Otto moved on to the next friend to free, Twister assisted him with the next person in line, freeing up 4 of the 5.

As they freed their companions, Team Rocket was faced down by the incoming Alex Gravity and the Rippers, recovering as fast as they were distracted. Dax, rather than wait for the team to come to him, freed himself in a more practical solution, choosing to stand up from his chair and fall, smashed it against the floor.

The action successfully freed up his hands, allowing them to turn on the enemy before him, just as the rest of Team Rocket prepared to do. With the team now free, they stood before the Rippers and Alex Gravity, ready to strike back. There is only the focus of trying to stop the enemy in their minds...

...but Otto has a specific goal, and has his eye on only one target.

"Lars is mine. You guys do whatever you want with the rest." Otto said.

"Fine by me, I'll take Gravity. Reg, see if you can get this plane on the ground." Sam said.

"I got it. Clear me a path." Reggie said.

Charging forth to make the female Rocket reach her goal, Team Rocket each took their targets in their own war:

Sam charged for Alex Gravity, defiantly resisting against his plans to make him a slave for his business...

Dax went towards Mike for revenge on his comments about Wes...

Twister took to Jared, pitting technical skater against another...

...and, of course, Otto put his attention on Lars, forgetting everyone else in the moment. His hands immediately go for Lars', leaving them stuck in a deadlock.

Lars, with his arm still in its chainsaw form, took to making numerous slashes at his opponent, trying to hack a piece of his body off. Moving back with a kick to Lars' stomach, Otto managed to avoid Lars' slashes, managing to land in another hit to his face as well.

Opting for a quick solution to his fight, Lars changed his arm to its machine gun form, aiming it straight at Otto. Grabbing hold of the robotic arm, he pushed it upwards, making his bullets shoot through the plane. The bullet holes left, while small, resulted in a loss of air pressure in the plane, rapidly increasing by the minute.

Head-butting Lars in the face, Otto continued his attack by grabbing him by the head, bashing him several times with his knee. Changing his arm back to its chainsaw form, Lars slashed his arm yet again to drive Otto away, resulting in making a cut across Otto's shirt.

The cut drew forth a gash of blood from his chest, but it was not lethal. Instead, it only encouraged Otto to keep fighting, keeping his focus and rage solely on Lars.

Sam, in battle with Alex Gravity, found he had more than a challenge than expected trying to fight his opponent. While Sam held the advantages in youth and physical shape, Alex Gravity, despite being in his 50s, managed to put up enough of a fight against the agile and capable Sam.

Where Sam threw several fast punches more than capable of doing considerate damage on Alex Gravity, and with several pounds of muscle on his body weight to give them power, the aging theme park owner proved himself to be more than capable of standing his ground, deflecting his hits as they came.

"You'll have to try harder than that, Sammy-boy. I spent time with some of the top skateboarders alongside the likes of Jay Adams and Steve Cabarello. I'm in better shape than I look." Alex Gravity said.

"And you're in your 50s. You've probably got some deterioration in your joints by now, and a lot more yellow marrow in your bones." Sam said.

"A science whiz through and through, aren't you? But those aren't any problems some pills here and there can't fix. I can afford it."

"I'd suggest saving for your lawyer."

Jumping on top of Alex Gravity in a lunge, Sam successfully brought him down to the ground, following by punching him in the head, aiming to finally end the fight. The assault is brutal and damaging, but, Alex Gravity, not so easily beaten by a younger man, threw Sam back off, running back towards him as his opponent fell to the ground.

Lunging back on him, Alex Gravity's body-slam attack was quickly stopped by Sam's legs, which raised just in time to catch him as he fell. Making further use of his legs, Sam kicked him off with all the strength in his legs, throwing him back to the ground as he raised up again.

Once again facing humiliation by those younger than him, Alex Gravity snarled, nonverbally swearing to defeat his enemy.

Meanwhile, the fight between Mike and Dax continued on as well, with the latter's suffering of the loss of his romantic partner urging him on to beat his former teammate. His emotional damage is more than enough cause to keep on the fight, but his own desire to right his wrongs is equally as strong to push him forward.

Using the spiked gloves to their intended purpose, Mike put his self-taught fighting skills to the test, throwing numerous punches towards Dax to try to finish him off with a lethal punch. With his well-trained fists combined with the spikes in his gloves, one punch would be more than enough to cause serious damage to a human being, or perhaps end their life, and Dax is no exception..

Fortunately, Dax is familiar with his opponent, and he knows the sloppiness of Mike's fighting style, giving him enough room and time to avoid his blows. Despite being able to avoid the focus of the blows, however, the blades on his gloves made each miss a close call, feeling the sharpness graze his shirt with each swing.

"You know, I always hated Wes. In fact, I didn't think either me or Jared gave a shit about that faggot. He was always way too whiny and sad." Mike taunted.

"I loved Wes, and he was the only thing that ever kept me straight in life, and he died because I didn't listen to him. He was my family." Dax said.

"Two dicks can't make a baby, fuckface. Doesn't matter, though, you'll be joining him soon enough!"

Twister and Jared are the combatants that have the least amount of history with one another, and they are not given as much mind as the other fighters, but their battle is no less significant than the others. If anything, Twister's own indignation against the Rippers for metaphorically stealing away his Otto is what makes him fight more viciously than the others.

Both fighters have lanky bodily builds, making will the strength that fuels both fighters on, and Twister has far more than his enemy. Reaching out and trying to grab Jared, his hands were grabbed by his enemy's own, leaving Twister caught in a deadlock. Lunging forward with a head-butt, Twister sent Jared back, charging back forward once he gained an advantage.

Grabbing Jared by his shirt, Twister beat him in the head with several punches, drawing blood out from his mouth and nose. Despite the signs of weakness beginning to show so quickly, Jared proved himself tougher than he appeared as well, and held his own strong will to keep fighting.

Pinning Twister against a wall, Jared bashed him into it, punching him in the face and gut with his target subdued.

"So you're Otto's roommate, huh? Queer looking bitch-boy like you, I could've sworn you were his boyfriend." Jared said.

Raising his fist, Jared threw it into Twister's gut.

"Are you his boyfriend? You sure look like you could be." Jared said.

Raising his fist again, Jared threw it into Twister's gut once more.

"It's the hair. It's always the hair. I swear, what is it with you fags and your hair? Is it just a gay thing I don't get?" Jared asked.

Raising his fist again, Jared threw it into Twister's gut once more.

"I don't think Otto feels the same way, anyway. I saw the way he was around Dax and Wes. I thought for a second, they were gonna have a goddamn threesome or something." Jared said.

Raising his fist again, Jared threw it into Twister's gut once more.

"I bet that pisses you off something fierce, huh? Well, don't worry, I'm just making shit up. But I don't think that Otto's into you. The dude's straighter than an arrow. You got no chance. But look on the bright side, you can always jerk off and use your imagination. That way, you won't spread any AIDS." Jared said.

Hearing enough of Jared's homophobic taunts, Twister grabbed his next incoming fist and twisted it, spraining his wrist in the process. The injury got a loud groan of pain out from Jared, but a louder one came when Twister's foot landed into his testicles, making him lean forward with his hands covering his groin.

Taking advantage of Jared's vulnerable state, Twister grabbed him by the head and placed his thumbs above his eyes.

"Fuck... you!" Twister groaned.

Then, Twister drove his thumbs into Jared's eye sockets, gouging out his eyeballs.

The scream Jared let out after outmatched his previous screams of seconds ago, and the damage dealt to him took away all his will and ability to continue fighting, leaving him to stumble back and continue screaming, unable to retaliate with his sense of sight taken away from him.

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In the midst of this catastrophe of combat, Reggie tried her best to move past the multiple brawlers, trying to reach the front of the plane and get to the cockpit, hoping to bring the plane down. She had hoped her journey to the front would be unmitigated by any interference from the fighters, and so it seemed it would be by each of them having an enemy to fight...

...but her moving to the cockpit is not missed on Lars, who changed his arm to its grenade launcher form and aimed it straight at her. Immediately, Otto intervened by grabbing his arm and holding it away from his sister, trying to keep it aimed towards any empty space in the plane he could.

This act of salvation, however, posed another immediate threat to the rest of the plane, and Alex Gravity is the first to realize it and act to stop it, breaking off his fight with Sam to grab Lars' arm. Sam initially did not realize his panic and motivation to stop, but soon realized it as well as he saw Lars' arm, jumping in to stop him as well.

"Lars, you idiot! Change your arm back!" Alex Gravity shouted.

"No way! I wanna see this bitch turn into a red fuckin' stain on the wall!" Lars shouted.

"You're gonna blow out the wall! We're on a plane, you fucking moron! You'll kill us all!"

But, unfortunately, the warnings were paid no heed, and it resulted in a large hole being blown into the side of the plane via an explosion from the grenade fired. The resulting blast left a shock was also large enough to seen from the outside, observed by the still-pursuing fighter jets.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell was that?!" One pilot asked.

"Looks like they're trying to attack. Permission to return fire." Another pilot asked.

"Negative. Continue following the plane. There are civilians aboard, and our target has knowledge on the missing item from Membrane Labs. Under no circumstances are you to fire. I repeat, continue pursuit, do not open fire." The base said.

Within the plane, the aforementioned civilians and their respective enemies bore the brunt of the explosion; its blast resulted in a further loss of air pressure at a pace and strength so great it caused a loud whooshing to be heard throughout the plane's interior, making all conversation nearly impossible to keep.

This especially made it unfortunate for the blinded Jared, who continued to blindly stumble about until he got too close to the opening.

"WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING OOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnn...?" Jared screamed.

Being too close to the hole, Jared was immediately sucked out of the plane, sent falling to the Earth at several miles per hour with no idea as to what was happening.

The blast also caused the debris left from the hole to fly out and get inside one of the engines, damaging it beyond use and repair. Deprived of one of its engines, the plane no longer had any means of keeping itself steady, sending it falling back to the Earth in an uncontrollable spinning freefall.

As the plane spun around, trying to find stability again, the remaining members of the plane all struggled to compensate to it, grabbing onto the seats of the plane and whatever else they could use to anchor themselves with. In between the vacuum of the hole in the plane and the lack of gravity from the plane's freefall, survival was no easy task in this environment.

Lars, still determined to finish off the Rocket team, changed his arm to its gun form, trying to fire at the remaining enemies.

"Come on, you fuckin' punks, die already!" Lars shouted.

As the bullets continue to fly from Lars' arm, all members of the plane began to have severe nosebleeds, with the released blood floating in the air from the freefall. Sam recognized the sudden nosebleeds as a sign of danger from the falling plane, more of a danger than even their combatants, and kept his focus on trying to escape the plane,

"Guys! We're losing air pressure! We need to get to the ground fast, or we're gonna start having some really bad headaches, then be dead!" Sam shouted.

"How, Sam?! We're freefalling in a plane!" Reggie shouted.

Looking out one of the windows, Twister took notice of a large mountain sitting near the ocean, getting an idea on how to survive the affair.

"There's a mountain below us. Can we slide down it to safety, like a giant playground slide?" Twister asked.

"Twister, are you fucking insane?! We'd all hit the mountain and be dead, you idiot!" Reggie shouted.

"Well, it looks easy in the movies!"

"THIS ISN'T A FUCKING MOVIE, DUMBASS!"

Regardless of how seemingly impossible the idea was to succeed, it was nonetheless considered plausible to Otto, who looked to the hoverboards for an answer.

"Wait! What about the hoverboards? What if we skate down the mountain instead?" Otto asked.

"Did you not hear me? It's a massive fall! The gravity would crush us when we hit the ground!"

"But what if we had something that could defy gravity?"

The idea then began to have credibility in all their minds, who all thought over it with hasty questions.

"That'd have to be one hell of a right angle to hit, you think we could pull that off?" Sam asked.

"Look who you're talking to, man." Otto said.

"Otto, we are going to die! Now is not the goddamn time for your ego!" Reggie said.

"I'm just saying it's the best option we got, Reg. You have a better idea?"

As the team figured out their plans for survival, Alex Gravity, Lars, and Mike were seen going for the hoverboards themselves, apparently having the same idea of escape.

"Actually, yeah, I got one. How about we get to the boards and try your plan before they do?" Dax asked.

Team Rocket, detaching from their anchors, flew over to the Rippers to stop them from getting to the boards, grabbing at the 3 remained enemies to do so. Sam grabbed Alex Gravity, Reggie grabbed Mike, and Otto grabbed Lars, leaving Dax and Twister to reach the hoverboards

Immediately running to the cases holding them, they removed the contents, preparing to set up their instruments of escape. Along with grabbing his hoverboard, Twister also dug up his helmet, turning on the camera attached to it, and looking into the camera to start a new video.

"Hey, everybody on NewTube, Twister with Team Rocket Sports here. We went to stop Alex Gravity's evil plan to take over Ocean Shores and turn it into a skate park, and, after getting stuck in a plane freefalling from the sky, we're about to jump out and skate to the ground using super-advanced hoverboards! Be sure to like, favorite, and subscribe for more rad skating tricks!" Twister said.

"Dude, are you serious?! You're starting a goddamn video now?!" Dax shouted.

"Hey, man, this is a once-in-a-lifetime shot I'm about to make. I'm not about to lose it. And try not to swear, that bumps us down in the algorithm."

As Otto kept holding onto Lars to prevent him from getting to the hoverboards, Lars began to taunt him, trying to enrage him enough to release him.

"You know, killing all those people was the best fun I've had in years. Especially your dad. That one was a long time comin'." Lars said.

"Shut up." Otto said.

"'Shut up'? 'Shut up'?! Thousands of insults you can throw at me, and the best shit you could come up with is 'shut up'?! You know, that's exactly what your dad said to me when I was beating his sun-bleached ass. Guess you're just as pathetic and stupid as he is. Like father, like son, huh?"

"Shut up!"

"You know, my only real regret is that I didn't get to see your dad burn to death like the little bitch he was. I always hated your that motherfucker, and seeing him dead like a little pussy would've been like a goddamn art masterpiece to hang in my house for the rest of my life! I bet the fucker never even loved you either, right? Isn't that what your whole reason for joining the Rippers was?"

Unable to stand Lars' taunts about his father any farther, Otto released Lars at last, getting ready to lay in an unrestrained attack on him.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU MICRODICKED PIECE OF SHIT!" Otto screamed.

While Lars was counting on Otto to release him to get to the hoverboards for himself, he was not accounting for his unrestrained rage being strong enough to outmatch his own strength, and be released without a chance for him to escape from it and reach his way out of the plane.

Otto, wanting nothing more in that moment in time to kill Lars, shoved him against the wall of the plane, landing in several damaging punches right to his face. With each punch making its landing, several teeth began to knock out of Lars' mouth, along with much blood with it.

Barely able to comprehend the immense pain from Otto's attack, Lars was unable to land in a counterattack to his enemy, leaving him forced to withstand the beating. Trying to do anything to free himself, Lars kicked Otto off, knocking him against the adjacent wall of the plane.

After taking a moment to recover, Lars flew back, landing in several heavy punches with his metal arm in retaliation. The counterattack at last gave Lars the chance to hurt his enemy, and, changing his arm to its flamethrower mode, he preparing to burn Otto alive as a finish.

"If I wasn't able to see your dad's burnt corpse, then I'll be able to see yours. Any last words, Rocket Dork?" Lars asked.

"Nothing much, I just hope you can enjoy that victory with one FUCKIN' EYE!" Otto shouted.

Driving his thumb into Lars' left eye socket, Otto gouged out his eyeball, destroying his eye and permanently rendering him blind on his left side. Lars, unable to withstand the immense pain of the loss of his eye, covered his empty eye socket, screaming in agony.

"Otto! Stop wasting time! We've got the boards!" Dax shouted.

Dax, rushing back up from the front with the hoverboards, passed Otto his board, with Twister following him from behind.

"You go on ahead, I'll catch up." Otto said.

"Wait, what? What the hell are you staying behind for?!" Dax asked.

"I'll cover you guys. I'll catch up."

"Okay, fine, just hurry up!"

Dax, taking his board, jumped out of the plane's hole, freefalling to the ground with Twister following, but not before ensuring his camera was ready first.

"See you on the ground, Otto! I've got the camera rolling!" Twister said.

Twister followed Dax out of the hole, freefalling to the ground with the hoverboard at his feet as well.

Otto, freeing up Sam and Reggie from holding Alex Gravity and Mike, using his momentum to punch both of their captures in their faces, sending the two back and rendering them helpless momentarily enough to give Sam and Reggie the time to reach their hoverboards.

"Grab the boards and go! I'll catch up!" Otto shouted.

"We got it, see you on the ground, Rocket Boy!" Reggie said.

"Let's hope that your plan works!" Sam said.

Taking their hoverboards in hand, Reggie and Sam both jumped out of the hole, freefalling to the ground as well.

Now having freed the rest of the group, Otto flew back to the ground and prepared to take his hoverboard, ready to jump out and join the rest of the team. Reaching into the stashed hoverboards, he found two in his immediate search, both being Alex Gravity's nuclear-powered hoverboards, but one of those two being his damaged one.

Not wishing to tempt fate with the damaged board, he grabbed the undamaged board, preparing to join the rest of Team Rocket. Before he could jump out, however, a pair of hands grabbed him and threw him to the front of the plane again. Upon getting back up from the ground, Otto saw that the individual who stopped him was Mike, still in the fight.

And worse yet, his fists still had their spiked gloves on them, which would make any blow he could deliver all the more painful.

"I don't think so, Otto. You're gonna hand me that board, and you're gonna hand it over peacefully so I can get the hell out of this plane while you fuckin' die." Mike said.

"Not gonna happen, dickweed!" Otto said.

Stuck in a fistfight with Mike, Otto blocked his punches wish his hoverboard, preventing himself from getting hit, and subsequently trying to keep it from being wrestled out of his hands. Getting pushed down on the floor by Mike, the hoverboard now was stuck between Otto and his enemy trying to pull it away from the other, further delaying escape from either.

As Otto continued to struggle for the hoverboard, however, he noticed that the hoverboard was cracked from Mike's attacks, not unlike how his own board was damaged. The nuclear core in it was now visible, and, if enough force was exerted, able to be removed.

And it is then that Otto gained an idea to stop Mike.

"You know, it's a real shame, man. You would've been an awesome Ripper if you didn't get mushy on us. But, then again, it's really not too late. How about you and I call it even, we all get out of here, and we party somewhere in the Virgin Islands, maybe make those islands no longer virgins, huh? All you gotta do is ditch those losers you call a family. Truce?" Mike asked.

Reaching into the encased nuclear core from the board, Otto released his hold on the rest of the board, making Mike unintentionally help him tear it out.

"Ha! Thanks, asshole, enjoy being- Huh?" Mike asked.

The initial confusion of the removed core was compounded with Otto shoving it in Mike's mouth..

"No, thanks, asshole. I know better than to leave my family now!" Otto yelled.

Landing one final punch, an uppercut to Mike's chin, Otto caused mike to chomp down on the nuclear core, further damaging it and inadvertently exposing it. With the immense radiation beginning to dissolve Mike's mouth, Otto grabbed the final hoverboard, the one he had damaged, and jumped out of the hole, saving himself and leaving the remaining passengers for dead.

As the radiation levels of the core began to rise and rise, the skin around Mike's mouth began to decay at an extremely fast rate, with the flesh from his face beginning to fall off and his muscles following. With the radiation beginning to tear his body apart at the seams, simultaneously cooking him alive, Mike let out loud, agonized screams as his life began to come to an end.

But the end he seeks is not quick, leaving him to suffer through radioactive decomposition for as long as the process takes.

---

In the sunny city of Tijuana, sitting on the Baja Peninsula of Mexico, the events in the sky continue to play out completely unawares, with tourists below peacefully continuing on their vacation, in whatever way 'peaceful' can apply to a popular tourist city crowded with American tourists can be.

The beaches, ranked among some of the most beautiful and clean in the world, held several spring breakers hailing from the U.S., aiming to party hard to relieve the stress of the hard work from their college semesters. Two of these carefree people are a young man named Brad, and a young woman named Bridget, a young couple enjoying time together in a relationship.

Both are well aware that Brad is already in a relationship with another woman named Brittany, but they are not aware that she is also aware of this development thanks to gossip from some friends. In search of her unfaithful boyfriend and her opportunistic best friend, she finds them soon enough on the beach together.

And when she does, she holds nothing back to show her rage.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Brittany shouted.

"Oh, uh, hey, babe, what are you doing here?" Brad asked

"Don't lie to me, asshole! You fucked my best friend, didn't you?!"

"You weren't giving him enough attention, you bitch! He told me all about how much of a self-centered cunt you are!" Bridget said.

"You little fucking skank! I'm gonna rip your fucking head off!"

The two former friends then began brawling in the sand, leading Brad to try to intervene and put a stop to it.

"Hey, look, c'mon, girls, can't we just talk this out later?" Brad asked.

Just as Brad finished his sentence, a loud crash was heard as an object fell from the sky, colliding with a beach chair. The initial sight and sound brought the group and surrounding observers to a startle, with the settled dust and sand giving an even more frightening sight, one much more gruesome than any of them expected to see.

Fallen from the sky was a human body, once belonging to the member of the Rippers known as Jared. Colliding with the ground from such a height with the ground, even with the soft sand below, his body broke far beyond recognition: His arms and legs split in numerous different contortions, several bones like his ribs and collarbones protruded from his front...

...and his head, devoid of any eyes, was hanging from his neck by mere threads, soon detaching from the few muscles and blood vessels keeping it in place and rolling towards the fighting girls. Screaming at the incoming severed head, one of the two kicked it away, leaving it to roll away towards a nearby soccer game.

One soccer player kicked the head with the false belief that he had hit the team's soccer ball, sending the severed head of Jared towards the next player, who stopped it with his chest. Seeing it fall to the ground, he immediately recognized the mistake he made, jumping back with a scream as the other players joined in the panic.

Bridget and Brittany, their eyes and stomachs not able to tolerate the sight of such a mutilated and malformed body, immediately rushed into the arms of Brad, each forgetting about their romantic dispute and seeking shelter of their man from the horrors of the dead body.

"Oh, baby, help me! I can't take it!" Bridget yelled.

"Please, babe, save me! Get me out of here!" Brittany yelled.

And Brad, having two pairs of large breasts pressed up against him, quickly swept aside his concerns about the body; his mind reverting to its primitive instincts.

"Threesome time..." Brad said.

---

While one consequence of the aerial fight began to show on the ground, another was soon to follow with the plane continuing its downward spiral, but the final occupant of Mike would make its uneasy landing into a further unpleasant and destructive one, in a futile and ironic attempt to seek help.

Feeling the nuclear core in his mouth spread its deadly radiation, dissolving and burning away at his flesh, it also begins to make way into his brain, turning what constituted as a functioning human mind into a cancerous mush. Thought processes and rationalizations all turn to naught, and he can do nothing more than to simply wander about and say:

"Help me..." Mike groaned.

Trying to find whatever help he could in his state of dying, Mike stumbled to the front of the plane, opening the door to the cockpit in attempt to find help. The two pilots were struggling with the controls of the jet, too busy to take notice of the intruder, and trying to ward off their own fears of crashing the jet.

"Mayday, mayday, we are falling out of control, we request paramedics and full support for when we make landfall, we are going to hit the water- AAAAAHHHHH!" One pilot screamed.

The last noise from his mouth was caused from turning at the touch of a hand on his shoulder, turning to see it belonging to a man with a skull with flesh and muscle falling off of it, each chunk charred and burned, with one eyeball hanging from its socket. Once again, the irradiated Mike can say nothing more than...

"Help me..." Mike groaned.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK?!" One pilot screamed.

"KILL IT! KILL IT!" The other pilot screamed.

Grabbing a nearby metal cup, one pilot smashed it against Mike's head, hoping that it would kill the unwanted intruder in the cockpit, but it only managed to cave in his head, not yet killing him, but nonetheless delaying the inevitable. The impact did, however, managed to make pieces of his head splatter on the two pilots, with the contents irradiating and poisoning the two unfortunate to be near him.

"Oh, fuck, it got in my mouth! Oh, god, I'm gonna..." One pilot groaned.

The aforementioned pilot then hurled the contents of his stomach all across the controls. The expulsion of bodily fluids does not rid them of the radiation poisoning, but it does impact the plane's controls, damaging them beyond use and sentencing both the plane and its occupants to a splash below.

---

And said splash was coming soon to the waters of the Tijuana beach, where many beachgoers and vacationers would be subject to witness. The trio of Brad, Bridget, and Brittany have been given a warning of the chaos to come with the arrival of Jared's dead body...

...but no spring breaker would be wise enough to foresee the worse to come, and it will be too late until they do.

"Threesome time..." Brad said.

"Huh?" Bridget asked.

"What?" Brittany asked.

"Huh? I didn't say anything." Brad said.

"No, do you hear that?" Bridget asked.

"Yeah. It's like a weird whooshing or whistling-" Brittany began to say.

The aforementioned whooshing and whistling became louder and louder to the point where anyone could obviously notice it, including the many other beachgoers. Their eyes all went to the skies in search of the noise, quickly finding it in the form of Alex Gravity's plane falling to the ocean.

In response, the beachgoers all screamed and ran, with those still in the water rapidly swimming out for safety, wading through the seawater as fast as they could when their surroundings were difficult enough to move quickly through. Nonetheless, it is a record time in which the beach and its waters are cleared...

...leaving all those who fled to bear witness to the plane crashing into the water, landing with a climactic splash, accompanied by the horrid groaning and crunching of metal as the impact destroyed the plane, leaving its wings to break off and its metal body to implode on itself.

The plane then followed with a large explosion, setting aflame all the water in it surrounding area and reaching the sky with its flames. The blast also resulted in a large wave sending throughout the waters, with a particularly large wave making its way to the beach and splashing all over the beachgoers' belongings, with the water claiming some of the items it covered and leaving the rest soaking wet and salty.

And the duo of Bridget and Brittany continued to find shelter in Brad's arms, much to his pleasure and joy.

"Fuck, yeah, threesome's still on..." Brad said.

---

Now with the plane and majority of the enemies eliminated from the equation, Team Rocket were left to fall back to the ground, carrying with them their hoverboards. While still freefalling from the sky, Otto looked on the exploding plane below, enjoying the view of the threat of the Rippers appearing to finally be at an end.

Quickening his descent, Otto managed to catch up with Twister, Reggie, Sam, and Dax, meeting the 4 in a circle.

"That's it! We did it! We won!" Otto shouted.

"That's what I'm talking about!" Sam shouted.

"Alright!" Twister shouted.

"Guys, I hate to break up the celebration, but we've still got a mountain to skate down. Any tips to make this happen?" Reggie asked.

"Yeah, I'm with the girl. How do we pull this off?" Dax asked.

"Easy. Dax, you've worked with these things the most. These things can negate gravity entirely, right?" Otto asked.

"Yeah."

"And right now, we're being pulled by gravity, right?"

"Yeah."

"So, then, all we gotta do is just let the anti-gravity stuff work with the mountain, and it should break our fall, right?"

"Theoretically, yeah, but I've never tried anything like that, especially not from a height like this."

"So let's try it right now, dude, what are we even discussing this now for?" Twister asked.

"He's right, the only thing we can do now is to try it for ourselves and see what happens. That's the only option we have for survival." Sam said.

"Not exactly the best odds for survival, is it?" Reggie asked.

"It's all we've got, Reggie."

"Right, so let's quit the arguments and let's get moving towards the mountain-" Otto began to say.

Before Otto could finish his sentence, a speeding object came flying straight for him, knocking him out of the circle and sending him spinning around fast in disorienting circles. As his spinning began to come to an end, he came into sight with the entity that caused his disorientation.

He was displeased to find it being Lars Rodriguez, still not dead, and now more rabid from the loss of his eye.

"Guess what, nigga?! I'm still alive, asshole!" Lars shouted.

"Not for long, motherfucker! You killed my dad! Your ass is MINE!" Otto shouted.

[Soundtrack Cue: Infectious Grooves - Punk It Up; Starting from 0:42]

Immediately returning the favor from his lost eye, Lars began to strangle Otto and continue punching him in the face, trying whatever he could to end his life quickly. Otto, not ready to lose to the man who killed his father, fought back against the psychotic Lars with all he had, deflecting the hits to his face while throwing back his own punches.

The resulting fight began to not only send the two spinning yet again, but also made the task of trying to fight Lars difficult when trying to keep hold on his hoverboard. Wanting to focus more on the fight at hand, Otto released his grip on his hoverboard, allowing it to fly just above their heads.

The move itself is already a gamble for his survival, but Otto takes the opportunity to make it more of a wager.

"Tell you what: Whoever wins gets the board. Whoever loses hits the ground and dies." Otto said.

"Fine with me, but you'll be the one who ends up a street pizza, you fuckin' Rocket Dork!" Lars said.

The two continued their mutual onslaught, both continuing to land several punches and kicks into each other in mid-air, while also trying to keep their bodily orientations straight. With the two stuck in a freefall to the ground, punching and kicking were not easy tasks, each hit sending both of them spinning out of control in a deadly freefall and turning them dizzy...

...but, with the motivations both fighters held, they were more than willing to put the necessary force behind their movements to end the other once and for all.

All the while, the remaining members of Team Rocket, watching the fight since its beginning, spectated the vicious demeanor in which the two fought, all hoping that Otto's own will would win against Lars'. Twister, taking his camera off his head and into his hands, carefully aimed his camera at the fight, ensuring to capture each moment, every frame of the events occurring before his eyes.

"Dude, seriously?" Reggie asked.

"What? Don't you wanna be able to get to see Otto beat up Lars as many times as you want?" Twister asked.

Reggie paused in his speech to think for a moment, contemplating Twister's idea and quickly coming to like it.

"...Keep recording." Reggie said.

As Twister continued to record the fight between Otto and Lars, the two brawlers showed no signs of backing down from each other, their tense brawl nowhere near drawing to a finish. Upon looking towards the ground, however, both Otto and Lars took notice that the two were growing closer and closer to it, realizing that the time had come to put it to an end, lest they would both perish.

And in unison, the two looked up to the hoverboard falling above their heads, both knowing that it was necessary to get it before the other could.

Landing one last punch to Lars' face, Otto took away his attention long enough to make a fly for the board, opening up his arms and legs to put enough wind resistance and rise back up to the board. Lars, not so easily stopped and ready to die, prepared to take the board for himself through other means.

Changing his arm to its hookshot form, Lars fired a grappling hook straight into Otto's shoulder, piercing through his flesh and muscle as he groaned in pain from the wound. Beginning to reel in the line, the hookshot began sending Lars straight back towards Otto, getting him closer to the board while injuring his enemy.

Lars, having his opponent temporarily stunned, grabbed Otto from behind and held him tightly in a chokehold, aiming to end both of them with their fall to the ground. With the immense pain of the hookshot imbedded in his shoulder and his air supply cut off, Otto was not able to fight back or move, stuck at the mercy of his enemy.

"Well, Rocket Dork, looks like you and I are both gonna die now. Actually, considering my lucky streak, I may just survive this shit anyway. When I do, I'm gonna kill your stupid fuckin' friends piece by piece, including my faggot little brother, and I'm gonna make your sister and your stepmom my fuckin' sex slaves, like a sultan sand-nigger with a harem full of bitches! What do you think of that shit?!" Lars asked.

But opportunity for survival came as the hoverboard came into his reach, which he extended his arms out to take. Taking the hoverboard back into his hands, Otto activated it and prepared to move it behind himself, ready to get himself out of Lars' hold and finish him at last.

"You already killed my dad, Lars... There is no fuckin' way in hell you're gonna touch anyone else in my family, you racist, psycho, fucked-up PIECE OF SHIT!" Otto yelled.

Grabbing onto Lars' robotic arm as tightly as he could with one hand, Otto took his other hand and raised it over his head, positioning its bottom towards Lars' face. Once it activated, the hoverboard blasted the two several feet apart in the air apart, and, with Otto's grip on Lars' robotic arm, it was ripping off his body in the process.

[Soundtrack Cue End]

As the blast blew the two apart, Otto positioned his board back under his feet, preparing to make his way to the ground. Originally intending to land to the ground with the rest of Team Rocket, he found that the blast had separated him too far from the rest of his team to do so, with seconds away from reaching the ground.

Likewise, Team Rocket noticed that Otto was not able to come down the mountain with them, and were forced to take their risk without him. Most of them are not even so sure that their plan will succeed, but they know that their one chance, no matter how slim, is preferable than to do nothing and to die.

The predicament is now close enough to the ground where those on the beach who had only witnessed the death of one Ripper and the destruction of the plane can see the incoming Team Rocket, and left in suspense over what will become of the falling bodies, still reeling in trying to process the events of their day.

"What the fuck is going on?!" One beachgoer asked.

"I think it's some kind of show." Another beachgoer said.

"With dead bodies and exploding planes falling out of the sky?!" A different beachgoer asked.

"Hey, you never know. Movies these days, they need to do all kinds of crazy shit to keep them interesting." Yet another beachgoer said.

"Oh, yeah? Then what's gonna happen to those guys falling?" A separate beachgoer asked.

The question of the final beachgoer is answered not with words, but with actions. Adhering to their original plan, Team Rocket began mounting their hoverboards, activating them to see their descent to the ground work. Directing their descent to the side of the mountain, they angled themselves to meet its slope.

And they silently hoped that their plan would work.

"Hey, Dax, how good are your snowboarding skills?" Reggie asked.

"Not too bad." Dax said.

"Good. Because from what we're looking at, it won't be any different. Except there's gonna be a shitload more trees."

[Soundtrack Cue: Jane's Addiction - Mountain Song (Demo Version)]

Finally, after a long descent in the air, the 5 reached the mountain, hoping their plan would work. To their surprise, with the angle of their descent aimed just right combined with the anti-gravity technology of their boards, their gamble worked, and the g-forces of the fall were completely nil.

Safe from the deadly pull of gravity, the group began to skate down the mountain, but this only spelled the end of the easy part of their gamble.

The hard part was, of course, being able to safely ride to the bottom of the mountain without getting killed via collision in the process. With the numerous amount of trees on the side of the mountain, avoiding the botanical obstacles was a difficult task, especially when having built up a massive amount of speed from falling from the sky.

Moving and swerving with the natural development of trees and shrubbery, leaping across the obstacles also presented itself as an option, and, for some, this also proved an opportunity to perform tricks with the speed and air they received, with Twister performing most of them with a cheer.

The excitement is not enough for Sam and Reggie to partake in, and Twister's actions are enough to warrant disapproving looks, with Dax adding in a loud...

"Show-off!" Dax shouted.

"He gets it from Otto." Sam said.

But while the majority of Team Rocket had their own opportunity to get to the ground safely and easily, Otto was too far away from the mountain to make a similar landing, pushed over the ocean instead. The salty seawater below offered no landing options any different from any other form of ground...

...but Otto took notice that the waves were particularly strong in the ocean, presenting another possible opportunity to land safely.

"Alex Gravity brought up Back to the Future. Let's hope he didn't make it exactly like the movie and made these work on water." Otto thought aloud.

Directing himself towards the nearest and largest wave, Otto projected himself to follow along its path, attempting to gain the right angle to land on it and safely surf down. The nearest wave with enough size and a significant slope to work with was fading quickly as its rise began to lose height, making the risk higher with each passing second.

Nonetheless, Otto, without any other options, continued towards the wave, preparing to ride it.

Making a landing atop the wave, Otto successfully rode it to the normal sea level, riding atop the water with the same balance he would find with a skateboard on solid ground, and the ease of movement on it. The discovery and success bring a smile to his face and a joy to still be alive...

...but as another wave began rising to cast a shadow over him, he turned to find another challenge in his way.

Unlike the challenge of trying to survive a deadly fall, however, this is a challenge he is more than used to, and happy to oblige.

Pushing himself up to the wave, opting to push with his foot like a skateboard rather than lay down on the board and swim up, as if skating up a half-pipe or skate course. The approach still yields a successful result, allowing him to surf along the wave, this time with the use of technology not even intended for this purpose.

He enjoys the wave just as he has the many others he has ridden, but it comes to a close as his own survival takes precedent. Taking leave of his celebratory surf, Otto skated/surfed across the water to the mainland of the beach, riding to the solid ground of the sand to safety.

His arrival was met with cheers and praises from the crowd, believing the event to be nothing more than a show.

Concurrently, the rest of Team Rocket safely cleared the mountain, reaching the ground at last. What challenge laid next, however, was not crashing into the ocean, but not into the beach being just ahead of them. That challenge, much like Otto's, was not quite as much as a daring risk, as the group was able to safely stop their boards as they would any skateboard at such speeds.

Sam, however, not the most agile of the group, fell off his board trying to stop, leaving himself covered with sand.

[Soundtrack Cue End]

As Sam got up from the ground, the rest of the team began to laugh at him, joking over the deterioration his skating skills suffered.

"Oh, ha-ha, very funny, you guys. You know, I haven't had much practice in a while on a regular board, let alone a hoverboard." Sam said.

"Call it whatever you want, you're still the Squid after all these years, Squid." Twister said.

"And you're the guy who built the boards." Dax said.

"After copying yours." Sam said.

Sam's embarrassment was saved by having Reggie help him off his feet, helping him wipe the sand off his body.

"Don't sweat it, Sammy. We all get rusty eventually. Nothing a little practice can't fix." Reggie said.

"Yeah. I'm just glad Otto didn't catch up with us, he'd never let me live this down." Sam said.

The mention of Otto immediately brought concern for his safety, which the team collectively came to fear over his potential death.

"Shit! Otto! Where is he? He couldn't have survived that, could he? Oh, god, please tell me he did somehow!" Reggie panicked.

"Easy, easy. Let's find him. He's gotta be around somewhere." Dax said.

Continuing to hold his camera, Twister scanned the area with it, making use of its zoom feature to find any sign of his best friend. With one scan over the beach, he quickly found Otto, more than obviously able to be seen to anyone even without extended vision, being cheered on by the beachgoers as he stood and accepted their praise.

"It's okay, guys, he's fine." Twister said.

"Where is he?" Sam asked.

"In his environment. I'd give him a minute or two."

"Hey, dorks! Guess what?!" A voice called.

The group of 4 all turned to see the origin of the voice, with Twister's camera seeing in the distance none other than Lars, still alive.

"Is that Lars?" Sam asked.

"Yep." Twister said.

"Are you kidding me?! How is he still not dead?!" Reggie asked.

Cast out at sea, Lars proudly boasted his survival, continuing to make obscene and ridiculous threats even in his current state.

"You'd better start running, putos, because I don't need my robot arm to kick your fuckin' asses! I'm gonna make all of you my own personal bitches!" Lars called.

As Lars continued his tirade, the blood from his nose, ears, and armless stump began to seep into the water, attracting the attention of hungry sea creatures nearby.

"I'm gonna make my little bro Twister be my cleaning maid, Dax be my human toilet paper, Sam my neutered pet dog, and Reggie my own personal sex doll! You, Otto, if you survived, too, I've got the worst plans for you!" Lars called.

While the group began to hear Lars continue his outlandish threats, Twister took notice of several fins beginning to surround him, all while Lars himself had no idea about the coming danger. Rather than speak up and warn Lars, he chose to stay quiet, recording the event as it played out.

"I'm gonna chop your fuckin' arms and legs off, pull out your fuckin' teeth, lobotomize your retarded fuckin' brain, scalp your fuckin' ass, and fuckin' assrape your bitch ass with a fuckin' 18 inch machete until you fuckin' shit out your own fuckin' intestines, then make you fuckin' eat your own fuckin' shat-out intestines again, and keep fuckin' eating that shit until YOU FINALLY FUCKING DIE! A-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!" Lars laughed.

Finally, as Lars continued his maniacal laughter, he began to notice numerous shark fins surrounding him, causing his laughter to slow to a grinding halt. Upon realizing the imminent death coming to him, Lars' expression of sadistic joy instantly turned into a look of despair.

And all he can let out is a quivering, cowardly...

"Oh, shit." Lars said.

A force pulled Lars under the water, causing him to let out one last gurgling scream as he descended into the depths. Within a matter of seconds, the numerous bubbles that were coming from the spot he was in, each the last gasp of air he had, ceased to rise, with a pool of blood beginning to show in its place.

The sight is disturbing to Twister, but he does not feel any pity or mercy for his brother, and wished him a damning farewell in his mind.

"What happened? He stopped talking. That's the first time I've seen him do that." Dax said.

"He's dead. Sharks just ate him." Twister said.

The explanation got disgusted reactions from the group, but also a slight satisfaction knowing Lars was gone.

"Uh... sorry." Dax said.

"Don't be. He wasn't my brother. He killed my best friend's dad." Twister said.

As the group all took a moment to process the demise of Lars Rodriguez and his atrocities, Twister turned his focus back on Otto, observing his current state of praise from the crowd. On some level, he feels a slight frustration with the sight, knowing that his basking in the praise is a sign of the Otto he had grown to fight and have many issues with, hoping desperately that he would not continue to see it.

But the sight of another hoverboard and its occupant caught his greater attention, prompting him to yell to Otto to warn him.

"OTTO, LOOK OUT!" Twister called.

---

On the Tijuana beach where Otto landed, where he stood blissfully unaware of the threat coming his way, it kept making its way towards him, arriving with the sound of hoverboard's hum. The sound soon became loud enough to where Otto no longer paid attention to the crowd, instead turning to the source of the sound, in turn facing yet another survivor of the plane explosion:

Alex Gravity.

The realization came as hard as the impact he made with Otto, slamming into him like a human missile. As the two collided, both fell to the sand, getting gasps from the crowd as they hit, then subsequently stood back up to face one another. Otto is filled with disbelief and shock upon seeing his enemy still alive, where Alex Gravity is filled with an unrelenting fury over how his enemy has ruined his plans.

"How the fuck are you still alive?! I saw the plane blow up!" Otto shouted.

"You thought you were the only ones to think about using those boards? I did it the second your stupid fucking friends got off. The only difference is I had a better board. Lars was kind enough to test it for me." Alex Gravity said.

Otto looked to the ground to see the advanced hoverboard he rode down on, as well as his own not too far from it. The advanced nature of the board Alex Gravity had used is of little concern, not only because that the explanation of how he arrived served him no purpose...

...but that his own board had broken even further, with the beeping it gave off in warning of its nuclear core going at a more rapid pace.

Trying keep the issue in mind while simultaneously appearing to disregard it, he returned his look to Alex Gravity, giving him his full, undivided attention.

"The F.B.I. and Membrane Labs know your deal, we destroyed your plane, and we killed all your cronies. You're finished." Otto said.

"Oh, no, Otto. Right now, we're just getting started." Alex Gravity said.

"What's there to get started on, Gravity? We beat you. You're done. It's over."

"No fucking way is it over. Do you have any ungodly amount of time and money I've put into this entire plan? Millions of dollars I've spent buying off the buildings and businesses, the investment I put in the Rippers to blow up the rest, zoning and construction plans for the park, all the other minor and major expenses all over the place; YOU DESTROYED ALL OF THAT! YOU TOOK MY DREAM AWAY FROM ME!"

"You're goddamn right I did. Ocean Shores is our city, and I won't let you wreck it all for your own stupid ideas."

"Who are you to declare yourself the guardian of Ocean Shores? You helped me bring the last remnants of the city into my hands, and you were more than willing to do it for just money."

"Not just money, though in hindsight that was stupid enough. I thought the Rippers were giving me something I thought I didn't have: a place where I really belonged, some people who accepted me for who I was. What I was too stupid to realize was that I had that right here the whole time. Now that I realize my own fuck-ups, I'm not gonna repeat my mistakes."

"Oh, look at you, this mighty, high-riding, self-declared guardian fucking angel of Ocean Shores. You're even more pathetic than I thought. Dax told me you were just a pothead skater punk, but I didn't think you'd be this pathetic. All you've ever done with your life is sit around your house and smoke weed, and the few times you set out in the world, you spend skating and surfing. You think you're some kind of hero?"

"I don't. You're right about one thing, I am a pathetic pothead. But I know one thing: If it wasn't for you, my dad would be alive, and I'm not going to let us end on such a bad note like we did."

"Oh, so you think you can kick my ass and say that you saved the world? Well, Otto, need I remind you, I'm still in peak physical condition for my age, and, being an older man, I hold the advantages in weight and size. I'm eager to see you try."

More than willing to oblige with Alex Gravity's challenge, the fighting ring was set on the beachhead, with Otto and Alex Gravity prepared themselves for a fistfight between each other. As Alex Gravity unbuttoned his shirt and stretched out his limbs, Otto removed his T-shirt and indulged in his own stretches as well, leaving both fighters limbered up to battle.

When the two combatants were ready for their final fight, both fighters took their own stances, preparing to end the affair once and for all.

"Otto, before we do this, I just have to ask... Why? Why go to these great lengths just to stop me?" Alex Gravity asked.

"Poor people get bored too. Why'd you have to make this so hard?" Otto asked.

"Rich people get bored too easy."

And with their final remarks made to each other, the audience of the beach watched and listened, waiting to see who the victor would be.

[Soundtrack Cue: (hed)p.e. - Renegade]

With the stage set and the fighters ready, Otto wasted no time to make his first attack, rushed straight for his opponent with a jump, raising his leg in a kick aimed straight for Gravity's head, hoping to land in a finishing attack right away to end him as fast as possible.

Alex Gravity, despite his age, was not lacking in the department of speed. With his fists up in a traditional boxing stance, Gravity blocked Otto's kick, grabbing hold of his leg and pulling his opponent towards him. With Otto now closer to deliver attacks closer to him, Alex Gravity began throwing heavy punches right to his face, nearly putting him out of consciousness right away.

Having landed numerous punches straight to Otto's face, Gravity spun him around, leaving him to fall on the ground face-first. Otto, while coming close to doing so, was not so easily defeated, refusing to allow himself to be. In response to being the first to be attacked, he got right back up again to throw his counterattack, this time trying not to be as reckless as he started out.

Getting up from the ground, Otto immediately head-butted into Alex Gravity's stomach, sending him tumbling straight to the ground. Now gaining an upper hand on his opponent, Otto climbed on top of Alex Gravity, beginning to throw several punches of his own to his face in response, managing to knock a few of his teeth out in the process.

Alex Gravity, having more fight in his body than he appeared, grabbed onto Otto and tumbled on the ground, placing himself on top once again. Having Otto in his clutches, Alex Gravity took one of his thumbs and twisted it backwards, making a loud cracking sound and causing Otto immense pain, eliciting a yelp from him.

Angered and fueled by the pain of his broken thumb, Otto tumbled Alex Gravity on his back again, retaliating the second he had the chance. With Alex Gravity on his back once again, Otto got up and started landing kicks and stomps to his face and chest, nearly cracking some of his ribs.

After landing his kicks, Otto jumped up and delivered a falling elbow to Alex Gravity's stomach, hitting him with so much force to his gut that it caused him to nearly throw up on the spot. It this moment that gives Otto the time to get up and manually adjust his thumb back in place, painfully groaning as the bone settled into its proper position.

Following his own recovery, Otto watched as Alex Gravity slowly got his way back up from the ground, still not ready to accept his defeat, either.

"You know, you fight better than I thought for an old man." Otto said.

"And you're not so bad for being a punk. You know, I am sorry about your father. Ray Rocket was one of the biggest surfers of his time, back in the history of Ocean Shores. I would've loved to have met him in the flesh." Alex Gravity said.

"He wouldn't given two shits about a sellout like yourself. Maybe you'll get the pleasure when my dad kicks your ass in the afterlife."

Ready once again to continue the fight, Otto and Alex Gravity rushed to each other, turning their fight to a traditional boxing match rather than an exchange of dirty blows. Alex Gravity began to the match by throwing punches forwards to try to down Otto, trying to use his size to his advantage.

Despite his trained fighting efforts, Otto, being the younger and lightweight fighter, dodged his blows with ease, getting ready to land his own. Continuing the work he had laid from his kicks to Alex Gravity's ribs, Otto pushed his punch away with a block, moving in closer to lay several more punches to his ribs.

The attack is not only effective and hard for Alex Gravity to avoid, it leads to the sound of his ribs audibly cracking as the bones suffered their damage, starting to cause them to protrude into his vital organs. As a result, the new and intense pain caused him to gasp and cough from the pain.

Otto had began to notice his attacks taking their toll, leading him to make another snarky remark.

"What's the matter? All those fancy pills you old guys take, you slack on your calcium?" Otto taunted.

Though under intense pain, Alex Gravity was still too stubborn to die, and pushed through the pain to see his success. Landing a kick to Otto's chest, he knocked his enemy back, giving him a moment to breathe and recover. Once his recovery was over, Alex Gravity began to approach Otto once again.

Making more risky use of his body, Alex Gravity jumped up to perform a drop-kick, knocking Otto to the ground again. Getting himself up from the ground with a kip-up, Otto immediately prepared himself to attack Alex Gravity once again, throwing punches to Alex Gravity's head to try to deliver concussive hit.

Alex Gravity, still using his boxing skills to their best, kept his arms in a defensive stance, blocking Otto's punches from making their intended hits and rendering them useless. With his opponent wasting his energy on the preceding hits, Alex Gravity began to take a lunge for Otto, hoping to pin him to the ground.

Moving to avoid his grapple, Otto skipped around Alex Gravity's attack, ending up standing behind him. Before Alex Gravity could turn around to face Otto and deliver his next attack, Otto jumped and delivered a spinning roundhouse kick, spinning himself to face Alex Gravity and simultaneously hitting his kneecap, kicking it sideways and shattering it.

As he felt the immense and unbearable pain of his kneecap shattering, the joint failing its purpose of keeping him standing up straight, Alex Gravity, screaming, fell to ground, unable to effectively keep fighting. Nonetheless, coughing up a splotch of blood, he remained defiant to the very end, chuckling under his screams of pain.

Ready to deliver his last attack to his enemy, Otto rushed straight towards Alex Gravity, sprinting as fast as he could. Jumping up into the air, Otto delivered a drop-kick straight to Alex Gravity's ribs, fully breaking them and driving them straight into his heart and lungs.

[Soundtrack Cue End]

With the sharp dislocated bone penetrating his vital organs, Alex Gravity found himself no longer able to stand, falling on his back in sheer agony. After letting out one last, bloody cough, Alex Gravity went almost completely unconscious, no longer able to withstand the immense pain inflicted upon him.

In his mind, Otto seems to have finally won the fight with the man who threatened his hometown, but there is no time for him to seek relief. There is still another matter in his mind, and it warrants just as much attention and bears many more consequences with its very existence.

Going back to his damaged hoverboard, Otto noticed that the core was now completely exposed, and the board itself bore a warning relaying that obvious information, with the not-so-obvious information that the board was beginning to overheat and had several other errors occur.

It does not take someone of Sam's technological genius to know that the board was most likely going to explode, and it would result in a blast equal to a nuclear bomb.

Making use of whatever solution he could, Otto positioned the hoverboard towards the ocean, trying to rid it from the beach before it could explode. Needing to find some way to propel it out into the ocean quickly and effectively, he looked about until he saw the more advanced hoverboard Alex Gravity arrived on, gaining another idea.

Taking both the second hoverboard and his discarded shirt, he used the shirt to tie both hoverboards together, using the more advanced board to propel the damaged one out to sea. Scanning through the controls of the advanced board, he found a setting which activated a rocket feature, which he pressed without hesitation.

And with his touch, the two boards were sent off towards the ocean, where the damaged hoverboard could explode far away from the civilian population.

But just as the boards set on their course to the ocean, Alex Gravity opened his eyes to the incoming boards, realizing that it was coming right towards him, and it was set on a trajectory to the sea. Rather than use the last of his strength to move out of its way, he instead decided to stand up, opening his arms to his sides in anticipation of the incoming object.

Why he does this is a guess as good as any, and Otto is bereft of any reasonable ones. Perhaps Alex Gravity had become so self-assured of his own immortality with his wealth that he insanely met death with a mocking smile, perhaps he wished to escape justice and die a death worthy of Valhalla...

...or, maybe, much like most of the motivations in his life, he simply found it to be something worthy of being put in a movie or was taken from a movie.

Whatever the reason truly was is irrelevant, and all that matters is that the conjoined boards rammed straight into his gut, which he responded to with a loud 'UGH', taking him along as it set on its course far away from the beach. Something between a scream or a cheer could be heard along the way, slowly growing quieter and quieter as the boards continued to fly away.

And, at last, there was a bright flash of light on the horizon, with a large mushroom cloud appearing in its place.

Alex Gravity is dead.

The event is once again seen as just a show by the beachgoers, who cheered on the event like an observing audience wanting more. Unlike before, Otto paid no mind to their cheers; finally having accomplished his goal, he collapsed into the sand, allowing himself a moment to breathe.

This moment of relief and release is soon interrupted by the appearance of 4 people standing over him, who he immediately recognized as Team Rocket.

"Hey, Rocket Boy. You didn't die on us, did you?" Reggie asked.

"Nope. Just nearly got my ass kicked." Otto said.

Picking himself up from the ground, he instead sat up to speak to the rest.

"So, where's Lars?" Otto asked.

"Shark food. Where's Alex Gravity?" Twister asked.

"Nuked. He learned the hard way that putting nuclear shit in the hoverboards was a stupid idea."

"Well, dude, looks like we just won."

Beginning a slow chuckle in realization of their victory, Otto and Twister then embraced each other for a hug, cheering in victory as they celebrated their accomplishment. Sam, Reggie, and Dax all joined into the celebration, all coming together in a group huddle.

And just as they have always done, now with the addition of Dax, they joined their hands together for their special handshake, saying...

"Woogity woogity woogity woogity!" Team Rocket shouted.

But the celebration was cut short by the sounds of engines and shouting, turning to see it coming from the Mexican authorities approaching the beach. With their arrival, they are certain that all will turn out well following a testomony and debriefing with the proper authorities...

...however, Otto knows that Dax would not be as lucky as the rest would, and it would do him no good to put him in a jail cell.

"You know, Dax, the Feds are gonna be here any second. Even though you helped us, I doubt they'd let you off easy. You'd better get out of here while you still can." Otto said.

Dax, not expecting to be let go so easily, gave a surprised look upon hearing Otto speak, with the rest of Team Rocket giving similar looks.

"You... You want to let me go? After everything I've done? Helping nearly destroy Ocean Shores, caused your dad to die, all kinds of horrible things I've done with my life?" Dax asked.

"I've had a second chance to fix my mistakes, and it cost me the life of my dad to get that. You deserve that just as much as I do, and you're sure as hell not gonna find that in a cage somewhere." Otto said.

Surprised to receive this blessing from Otto, Dax extended his most sincere thanks to his newfound friend before leaving.

"Thank you." Dax said.

"Thank you. You helped us avenge Ray." Otto said.

"And you guys helped me avenge Wes."

Dax then took a nearby surfboard, stepping out to the sea to make his escape, but not before turning for one last word with the group.

"I'll see you around. Really." Dax said.

Laying on the board and paddling out to sea, Dax began surfing the waves to make his way out of the beach, heading deep out to sea where the authorities might not reach him. He is visible but barely in the eyes of Team Rocket, soon fading out of focus and out of sight completely.

Dax got away.

"Uh, Otto, aren't you forgetting that he, like, also destroyed a whole bunch of small businesses and stuff?" Twister asked.

"So did I. He did what he did because he was desperate and needed money. I did it because I was an asshole. He deserves another shot more than me." Otto said.

"You guys know we're going to be in serious trouble for letting him go, right?" Reggie asked.

"We could just tell them that he died in the plane explosion. They'd buy that."

"Well, one thing's for sure, things are not going to be the same around here anymore." Sam said.

"Tell me about it." Twister said.

As numerous American and Mexican federal agents began to move in on the beach, the situation finally began to come to a close as Team Rocket was taken away for medical attention, with Otto placed in an ambulance for his wounds with the rest of the team accompanying him.

Laying back to rest from his wounds, Otto let out a sigh, letting his eyes relax and look to the ceiling. While trying to relax, however, he took notice that Reggie had an unusual and uncharacteristically large smile on her face, accompanied with a look right at him, something that he was not accustomed to.

"What? What's so funny? What are you smiling at?" Otto asked.

"Nothing's funny, Otto. I'm proud of you." Reggie said.

Unable to hold any sort of belief in the words he heard, Otto looked at her with eyes blinking in a lack of comprehension.

"What?" Otto asked.

"You heard me, Rocket Boy. I'm proud of you." Reggie said.

"What?"

"Otto, I know you heard me."

"No, obviously not, because it sounded like you said you're... 'proud of me'?"

"Don't push your luck."

"No, I mean, why? I totally fucked up everything."

"Not everything. You still managed to make things right. You even let Dax go. The Otto I knew before wouldn't have done that."

"But dad's still dead. Raymundo's gone."

Otto looked back to the ceiling in a state of disgust with himself, but Reggie persisted in trying to reinforce a positive emotion in him, grabbing his hand.

"He'd be proud of you, too." Reggie said.

Otto held back a tear with Reggie's comment, clearing his throat to try and compose himself and preserve his pride.

"You know, guys, I think, once I'm healed up, I might just take a break from skating and surfing." Otto said.

The words coming now from Otto's mouth brought disbelief to the rest of Team Rocket, who listened to him as if they had just heard blasphemy.

"What? Dude, how can you say that when I just got the... absolute... BEST fucking footage of all time?!" Twister pleaded.

"I just wanna take it easy for a while. Just focus on me a little more."

"Otto, that's all you ever focus on." Reggie said.

"Well, I mean, like... where I fit into the world and stuff. You know, like Ray would've wanted, right? I gotta make him proud somehow."

It is now Reggie who begins to have tears come to her eyes, but hers are not held back by pride.

"Well, uh, where are you gonna start with that, Otto?" Sam asked.

"Oh, I got a few ideas. Just a few." Otto said.