Clark’s eyes became watery after Cayde gave his approval of his outfit. “Thank you, Cayde!” Wiping away happy tears, he did agree that perhaps it was time to make a change. Taking Berserk’s suggestion, the Kryptonian removed his current top and replaced it with the POSTBOY shirt. “Wow, this feels so comfortable!” He stretches and flexes his muscles to make sure there were no rips or tears of its fabric. “Just right!” Clark eyed at a blue hat and nabbed it. “And I’m complete! Do I look cool? Uhh, what do they call it? The drip?” Once again, Clark did a pose as his teeth sparkled like diamonds.
“Yeah, you look great, but uh, don’t ever say that again.” Vortex Man felt a little embarrassed. “He somehow looks even worse…”
In the meanwhile, Lucifer was holding himself back from laughing after Zenta’s fur puffed up. “I’m sure you will, Zenta. For now, I’ll take my turn.” Lucifer turned to the Witch in her new outfit. “I was on the mark with your tastes, Bernkastel. I especially loved the umbrella. Just makes you feel whole.”
After hearing Bernkastel wanting a turn, Reef once again objected to the idea. “Wait, you can’t just—”
“Yes, I wish to have a turn as well.” Lucifer waved his finger, forcing Reef to slide to the right and forced his mouth shut. “It’s a few moments; don’t worry, neither Bernkastel nor I will leave behind bad omens.” Lucifer took to the Spa first; few moments later, he exited out feeling completely refreshed.
“Nothing beats a steamy, hot bath. It rejuvenates your pores; cleanse your soul and even gets rid of bad energy.” Lucifer snapped his fingers to change into his new wear. It was a white tropical leisurewear and light blue seersucker swim trunks. To accompany it, he wears a big, white ascot and light blue fancy sandals. After putting on round sunglasses, the angel smirks with bold confidence. “Now we don’t look like a group of rags. Well, most of us, really.” He turns to Reef. “Thank you for providing these services to us. I’ll be sure to leave a favorable review.”
Seeing everyone had their new outfit and taking turns to using the Spa, Clark nodded once. “Right. Let’s make haste! We’re gonna miss the tournament at this rate!”
After paying the extremely high price for the items, Clark headed outside and noticed Spina standing on the building. “Yo! We’re departing and headed to the tournament!”
Spina turned his head slightly. Wearing a hoodless cloak and a grey tank-top that only covered his chest, leaving his abs exposed. He finished his fit with fingerless gloves with spiky armbands and black leather pants. His expression was stoic when Clark said that they were finally leaving. Without a response, he levitated from the ground, ready to leave when they did.
“Alright, let’s go!” Clark said.
The Strongest of the Skies Martial Arts Tournament!
After getting new clothes and a moment of pandering at the Cool Wave Shack, the Kryptonians and the Breakers finally arrived at the tournament. Not surprisingly, the entire was packed with spectators. There were tons of food and souvenir stands that had massive lines. But the main event was the massive arena where the fighters are showing off their fighting prowess.
“Just up ahead! Keep behind me.” Clark said, while people around them stared at the Breakers with suspicion, terror and curiosity. There were few comments among the crowd as the Breakers walked towards the actual tournament arena.
“Hey, is that the Breakers? Uh oh. They’re not here to drag this city to a battle, right?”
“I thought they were fighting rock people?”
“Wow, look at that hottie! What I would do to…”
“Yeah, bro that Witch girl is pretty good—”
“Not her! I’m talking about that purple guy! He’s rocking that black outfit!"
“But what’s up with the other's outfits? They looked so tacky!!”
Finally, they arrived at the front entrance of the tournament. Clark met with the Clerk and paid for all the Breakers’ tickets to spectate the tournament. “Okay… we’re finally here.” The Kryptonite was excited to bring them here. “I know that you guys have your bumps in the roads, and it means a lot that you guys are giving me a chance to right the wrongs.” Clark turns to them. “Let’s have some fun, and don’t worry about food. I hope you guys enjoy the tournament!”
Clark led them inside the arena—and it’s tremendously massive. All the seats across the arena were practically filled to the brim. All the audience cheering on at the ongoing battle between two fighters.
“Bam! What a powerful punch!” The announcer shouted at his mic. He was tall, slim and wore a black suit. He has dark skin and a large, light bouncy afro with white streaks. “Spider-Chaos isn’t backing down at all! How will Michael Myers turn this around?!”
The Breakers missed most of the battle and it’s seemingly heading to its conclusion. The arena was destroyed, riddled with craters from their battle.
On the other side, one contestant struggled to stand on his feet. “Michael Myers is still standing! What a furious display of will power!” The announcer called out his name. Myers is tall and had a medium build. He wears a blue jumpsuit and a white mask.
The other contestant, Spider-Chaos, hopped around with swagger and confidence. He wore a black and white suit that covered his entire body from head to toe; it resembled that of a spider. “This is the most fun battle I had since coming here. Sorry scary dude, but I want that big prize!” Oozing with chaotic energy, he slammed both his fists together and released a powerful burst of energy. Dashing forward, he released webs from his hands; each web line covered in “chaotic energy”.
Myers steadied himself before weaving the webs and slashing the ones he can’t dodge with his dagger. Once Spider-Chaos got close enough, the masked man quickly grabbed hold onto the spider’s shirt and forced him close. The darkness behind Myer’s eyes from the behind seemingly caused Spider-Chaos to become paralyzed in his movements.
“Oh!!! Myers used some strange attack! They say that if you looked into his eyes, you’ll seen an endless void of your worst fears and will leave you paralyzed!” The announcer shouted. “Is this the end of Spider-Chaos.”
Myers tightened his grip on the hilt of his dagger and rushed towards him. A twirl of flames burst around the blade as it headed towards the Spider’s head. At the last possible second, Spider-Chaos dipped down and followed up with a powerful uppercut to the jaw. Myers went flying back and crashed against the ground.
“Whoa! Spider-Chaos somehow managed to move!? How is this possible!!” the announcer asked.
Spider-Chaos turns to the announcer. “Easy! I’m full of CHAOS! Fear is nothing!” He shot two web lines to each corner end of the arena and took several steps back. After some distance, he propelled himself forward to the fallen Myers. “Hey! Are you okay!?”
Myers heard Chaos’ question and attempts to stand, only to be immediately punched rapidly by Spider-Chaos in all directions.
“Can’t respond when you have the FIST OF JUSTICE IN YOUR JAW!” Power gathered into his fists. “HERE’S COME THE BIG ONE! CHAOTIC SPIDER!” After a destructive onslaught of blows, Spider-Chaos kicked Myers flying out from the arena and slammed against the walls. He quickly passed out.
“What a brutal delivery of blows!” Announcer was excited. “Myers is unable to continue, so Spider-Chaos is the winner!!!”
Spider-Chaos leaped in the air as the audience cheered on. “Oh yeah!”
Once Clark found seats for all the Breakers in the middle row of the spectator area, Lucifer took the middle seat. “Oh, Berserk. Sit next to me. This will be a perfect opportunity for your training. Although we did miss most of the fight.” The angel smirks. “But I like what I saw. Especially that spider-costume person. He just oozes chaos.” He voices out his approval. “You don’t see those often.”
“Spider-Chaos will advance to the next stage! Thank you for showing such amazing skill! Please wait in the waiting room with the others.” As the Announcer explained, the destruction across the arena slowly became to regenerated to its original, peak condition. Myers is taken to the emergency room to tend to his injuries. As Spider-Chaos left, the Announcer was ready to call out the next two fighters! “Please give your applause to Asher and Turles!”
Spina raised an eyebrow. “Turles…? Isn’t that a Saiyan name…”
Turles stepped into the ring; he bears a striking resemblance to Detective Goku. “Maybe I’ll get some real challenge.” He turns, waiting for his opponent to step into the ring as well.
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Inside the Waiting Room of Other Fighters
"You're Asher, right?" A young man with tore clothes approached him. "Looks like you're... up." He tried his best to make sure he understood his words; speaking slowly so he doesn't sound stuffy. "And, uh, good luck."
“Yeah, you look great, but uh, don’t ever say that again.” Vortex Man felt a little embarrassed. “He somehow looks even worse…”
In the meanwhile, Lucifer was holding himself back from laughing after Zenta’s fur puffed up. “I’m sure you will, Zenta. For now, I’ll take my turn.” Lucifer turned to the Witch in her new outfit. “I was on the mark with your tastes, Bernkastel. I especially loved the umbrella. Just makes you feel whole.”
After hearing Bernkastel wanting a turn, Reef once again objected to the idea. “Wait, you can’t just—”
“Yes, I wish to have a turn as well.” Lucifer waved his finger, forcing Reef to slide to the right and forced his mouth shut. “It’s a few moments; don’t worry, neither Bernkastel nor I will leave behind bad omens.” Lucifer took to the Spa first; few moments later, he exited out feeling completely refreshed.
“Nothing beats a steamy, hot bath. It rejuvenates your pores; cleanse your soul and even gets rid of bad energy.” Lucifer snapped his fingers to change into his new wear. It was a white tropical leisurewear and light blue seersucker swim trunks. To accompany it, he wears a big, white ascot and light blue fancy sandals. After putting on round sunglasses, the angel smirks with bold confidence. “Now we don’t look like a group of rags. Well, most of us, really.” He turns to Reef. “Thank you for providing these services to us. I’ll be sure to leave a favorable review.”
Seeing everyone had their new outfit and taking turns to using the Spa, Clark nodded once. “Right. Let’s make haste! We’re gonna miss the tournament at this rate!”
After paying the extremely high price for the items, Clark headed outside and noticed Spina standing on the building. “Yo! We’re departing and headed to the tournament!”
Spina turned his head slightly. Wearing a hoodless cloak and a grey tank-top that only covered his chest, leaving his abs exposed. He finished his fit with fingerless gloves with spiky armbands and black leather pants. His expression was stoic when Clark said that they were finally leaving. Without a response, he levitated from the ground, ready to leave when they did.
“Alright, let’s go!” Clark said.
The Strongest of the Skies Martial Arts Tournament!
After getting new clothes and a moment of pandering at the Cool Wave Shack, the Kryptonians and the Breakers finally arrived at the tournament. Not surprisingly, the entire was packed with spectators. There were tons of food and souvenir stands that had massive lines. But the main event was the massive arena where the fighters are showing off their fighting prowess.
“Just up ahead! Keep behind me.” Clark said, while people around them stared at the Breakers with suspicion, terror and curiosity. There were few comments among the crowd as the Breakers walked towards the actual tournament arena.
“Hey, is that the Breakers? Uh oh. They’re not here to drag this city to a battle, right?”
“I thought they were fighting rock people?”
“Wow, look at that hottie! What I would do to…”
“Yeah, bro that Witch girl is pretty good—”
“Not her! I’m talking about that purple guy! He’s rocking that black outfit!"
“But what’s up with the other's outfits? They looked so tacky!!”
Finally, they arrived at the front entrance of the tournament. Clark met with the Clerk and paid for all the Breakers’ tickets to spectate the tournament. “Okay… we’re finally here.” The Kryptonite was excited to bring them here. “I know that you guys have your bumps in the roads, and it means a lot that you guys are giving me a chance to right the wrongs.” Clark turns to them. “Let’s have some fun, and don’t worry about food. I hope you guys enjoy the tournament!”
Clark led them inside the arena—and it’s tremendously massive. All the seats across the arena were practically filled to the brim. All the audience cheering on at the ongoing battle between two fighters.
“Bam! What a powerful punch!” The announcer shouted at his mic. He was tall, slim and wore a black suit. He has dark skin and a large, light bouncy afro with white streaks. “Spider-Chaos isn’t backing down at all! How will Michael Myers turn this around?!”
The Breakers missed most of the battle and it’s seemingly heading to its conclusion. The arena was destroyed, riddled with craters from their battle.
On the other side, one contestant struggled to stand on his feet. “Michael Myers is still standing! What a furious display of will power!” The announcer called out his name. Myers is tall and had a medium build. He wears a blue jumpsuit and a white mask.
The other contestant, Spider-Chaos, hopped around with swagger and confidence. He wore a black and white suit that covered his entire body from head to toe; it resembled that of a spider. “This is the most fun battle I had since coming here. Sorry scary dude, but I want that big prize!” Oozing with chaotic energy, he slammed both his fists together and released a powerful burst of energy. Dashing forward, he released webs from his hands; each web line covered in “chaotic energy”.
Myers steadied himself before weaving the webs and slashing the ones he can’t dodge with his dagger. Once Spider-Chaos got close enough, the masked man quickly grabbed hold onto the spider’s shirt and forced him close. The darkness behind Myer’s eyes from the behind seemingly caused Spider-Chaos to become paralyzed in his movements.
“Oh!!! Myers used some strange attack! They say that if you looked into his eyes, you’ll seen an endless void of your worst fears and will leave you paralyzed!” The announcer shouted. “Is this the end of Spider-Chaos.”
Myers tightened his grip on the hilt of his dagger and rushed towards him. A twirl of flames burst around the blade as it headed towards the Spider’s head. At the last possible second, Spider-Chaos dipped down and followed up with a powerful uppercut to the jaw. Myers went flying back and crashed against the ground.
“Whoa! Spider-Chaos somehow managed to move!? How is this possible!!” the announcer asked.
Spider-Chaos turns to the announcer. “Easy! I’m full of CHAOS! Fear is nothing!” He shot two web lines to each corner end of the arena and took several steps back. After some distance, he propelled himself forward to the fallen Myers. “Hey! Are you okay!?”
Myers heard Chaos’ question and attempts to stand, only to be immediately punched rapidly by Spider-Chaos in all directions.
“Can’t respond when you have the FIST OF JUSTICE IN YOUR JAW!” Power gathered into his fists. “HERE’S COME THE BIG ONE! CHAOTIC SPIDER!” After a destructive onslaught of blows, Spider-Chaos kicked Myers flying out from the arena and slammed against the walls. He quickly passed out.
“What a brutal delivery of blows!” Announcer was excited. “Myers is unable to continue, so Spider-Chaos is the winner!!!”
Spider-Chaos leaped in the air as the audience cheered on. “Oh yeah!”
Once Clark found seats for all the Breakers in the middle row of the spectator area, Lucifer took the middle seat. “Oh, Berserk. Sit next to me. This will be a perfect opportunity for your training. Although we did miss most of the fight.” The angel smirks. “But I like what I saw. Especially that spider-costume person. He just oozes chaos.” He voices out his approval. “You don’t see those often.”
“Spider-Chaos will advance to the next stage! Thank you for showing such amazing skill! Please wait in the waiting room with the others.” As the Announcer explained, the destruction across the arena slowly became to regenerated to its original, peak condition. Myers is taken to the emergency room to tend to his injuries. As Spider-Chaos left, the Announcer was ready to call out the next two fighters! “Please give your applause to Asher and Turles!”
Spina raised an eyebrow. “Turles…? Isn’t that a Saiyan name…”
Turles stepped into the ring; he bears a striking resemblance to Detective Goku. “Maybe I’ll get some real challenge.” He turns, waiting for his opponent to step into the ring as well.
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Inside the Waiting Room of Other Fighters
"You're Asher, right?" A young man with tore clothes approached him. "Looks like you're... up." He tried his best to make sure he understood his words; speaking slowly so he doesn't sound stuffy. "And, uh, good luck."
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