The day finally hit.
Not sunrise. Not morning.
This was a cosmic announcement.
The arena hovered in outer space like God's dropped-off construction project — half natural, half carved, fully dangerous.
Massive rock walls shaped the edges, glowing cracks of elemental energy ran through the ground, and lightning storms drifted above like they were waiting to judge whoever died first.
Five universes. Five warriors.
And somehow, a teenager from Earth was one of them.
The elements here were alive — lightning twitching under the dirt, fire stirring in the cracks, wind swirling randomly like it had beef with gravity. Even the sunlight felt heavier, like it was watching.
Storm felt everything.
Every sound.
Every vibration.
Every unstable piece of this arena sharpening itself, choosing violence.
Mysterious Man stepped forward like he owned the galaxy.
Mysterious Man: Rules are simple. If you die, you dead forever. So don't die.
Teen Storm: These gotta be the most trash rules I ever heard. Could've said anything else.
Mysterious Man: Let the tournament begin.
Teen Storm: Damn… no countdown? No warm-up? Just vibes?
Storm looked around, scanning for his first victim—
then stopped.
Heavy footsteps echoed against the stone.
Slow. Purposeful.
Too familiar.
He turned.
Wade stood there, bigger, darker, suit glowing red under the cracks like molten metal under skin.
Wade: We meet again.
Teen Storm: Oh damn. Somebody unlocked premium mode. Who bought you that DLC, huh?
Wade: ROUND. TWO.
Teen Storm: Bet. Let's dance.
Wade moved first—
A backhand slap so fast it split the air.
Storm blocked it, sliding back on the rocky ground, sparks skidding behind him.
Teen Storm: You sure these metal gadgets are allowed, seems to me like a cheatcode.
Wade: Shut. Up. And. FIGHT.
He hurled boulders the size of cars.
Storm zigzagged between them with ease like a snake as the arena reacted — the ground vibrating with each impact, dust exploding upward, lightning sparks flicking off the shattered stone.
Storm vanished into a blur.
Reappeared behind Wade.
Delayed Phantom.
Four hits. One heartbeat.
Cut to Mysterious Man sitting on the throne, watching with cold focus.
A second Mysterious man stood behind him, studying Storm like a lab rat with hands.
Mysterious Man : You never told us about that move?
Mysterious Man 2: I didn't know either. But the kid's impressive, right? Truly a remarkable being.
Back to Storm surviving rock barrage hell.
Wade: WHY ARE YOU SO FAST?! Fighting you feels like trying to slap a mosquito during a thunderstorm!
Storm breathed steady.
Calm.
Focused.
Storm (in his head): Emotions make people sloppy. If He's angry? Good. Angry people get cooked quicker.
He slid in again, his lightning trail burning lines into Wade's skin.
Storm charged a heavy punch and slammed it into Wade's chest.
Blood spurted.
Wade smiled.
Wade: Finally… someone who can make me bleed.
Wade summoned more boulders, the arena shifting as if helping him — rock slabs rising automatically beneath his feet. Storm dodged but one boulder blindsided him.
Storm braced.
Hands on stone.
Ground shaking.
Heat rising.
He pushed with all in hkm.
The boulder slowed.
Crunched.
Stopped.
Teen storm: If that's how it feels to give birth than fucking hell Im glad to have balls.
Wade: Im… possible...
Storm split it clean, stepping through the dust cloud like a demon coming out of smoke.
He unleashed a barrage.
Jaw. Gut. Neck.
But Wade tanked every strike like his suit was drinking the electricity.
Mysterious Man 2: That suit absorbing the lightning?
Mysterious Man: Yes.I am a genius ain't I .
Mysterious Man 2: of course....not.
Storm spotted it quickly after — a flicker of red on Wade's chest plate.
Storm (thinking): This suit was absorbing my lightning it flickering red means it must be full.
He than remember Mentors words to use pinpoint when there's an opening.
Teen Storm(thinking): There's my opening.
Storm went for the pinpoint capable of paralyzing anyone—
—but as he was about to execute the move he felt a wave of flame blasted behind him, heat enough to peel skin off bone.Storm quickly dodged but when looked at the source of the fire he saw;
A new figure rising through the smoke.
Massive.
Flaming.
Aura roaring like a forest fire.
Jade: The name's Jade. Fire wielder.
Teen Storm: Wade and Jade? Y'all sound like twin buff construction workers.
Wade: We are.
Mysterious Man 2: Thought Jade died a long time ago.
Mysterious Man: He did. But what I say goes.
Jade stepped beside Wade, fire swirling around him.
Wade: Let's cook this electric motherfucker.
Jade: Just like old times.
Wade: Just like old times.
Round Two.
They attacked together — rocks on fire, fire wrapped in rocks, rocks wrapped in regret.
Storm dodged everything, but the arena itself made it harder — fire pockets bursting under his feet, wind gusts pushing him off balance.
Storm shot a lightning pulse between them.
A bright flash.
Blinding.
Causing a large portion of the arena to be covered with dust
Wade: I CAN'T SEE SHIT.
Jade: BRO YOU BURNT MY EYEBROWS.
Storm took the chance, zeroing in on Jade.
Phantom dash.
Delayed punches.
Lightning hooks.
Jade got cooked like microwave leftovers.
Jade: He-lp… me… he's too… fas—t.
Wade: If I shoot, I WOULD HIT YOU! He moving like he running on premium Wi-Fi!
Jade: JUST SHOOT!!
Wade sighed… then threw a boulder.
Storm escaped.
Jade didn't.
Jade fell back coughing fire.
Storm vanished again.
Wade panicked, turning—
CRACK
Storm smashed his knee.
CRACK
Storm hit his ribs.
CRACK
Storm struck his spine.
Wade dropped to a knee, stunned.
Storm paralysed him.
Jade watching everything occur infront of him, he screamed.
Jade: BROTHER NOOOOO!
The arena shook with Jade's rage.
The ground cracked open, flames exploding outward.
Storm was exhausted — lightning flickering dimmer, breaths heavy.
Jade hovered above the arena, flames towering like a living dragon.
Jade: YOU WILL PAY!
Teen Storm: I doubt it, but go ahead, barbecue boy.
Storm's lightning surged bright again.
Teen Storm: COME ON THEN, BITCH!
Jade flew in, punching wildly, flames distorting the air.
Storm dodged everything, but each punch heated the ground, melting rock around them.
Storm vanished.
Jade guessed left.
Wrong.
Storm reappeared in the exact same spot and cracked Jade with a hook so powerful it echoed across universes.
Jade flew miles, bouncing off hills.
Storm was already chasing with Death Strike, lightning howling around him like a storm wolf.
Jade narrowly dodged, but the punch hit the ground — a shockwave so massive it shut Jade's flames off completely.
Jade collapsed.
Weak.
Empty.
Done.
Storm approached slowly, lightning forming a pulse in his hand.
Teen Storm: Quit… or face your fate.
Jade smirked.
Jade: I quit… you win this fight…
Storm turned to walk away.
Jade: Psych. No quitting in a tournament, dumbass.
He lunged with all his remaining strength—
—but Storm was already airborne.
Spinning tornado kick.
CRACK.
Jade flew into a hill.
Storm fired the lightning pulse.
It hit Jade's arm — burning it off, paralyzing him permanently.
Both brothers.
Done.
Two lives ended in one fight.
Mysterious Man slammed his fist against the throne.
Mysterious Man: This… should NOT be happening.
He turned to his men.
Mysterious Man: Release Project B1.
Screen fades to black.