Wario leaps on the ground, diving out of the way.

(How am I supposed to win now? If he can just take three quarters of my energy like that, what's to stop him from getting rid of me in an instant?)
(N-no. Come on... this guy is nothing... Just get up and fight back.. you can do this..)

Ryoga begins to get up.

Jokes on you, tricks like that don't work on me so easy. Now it's my turn!

Ryoga begins to charge up a Chi attack, something glowing up in his hands.... before it immediately fizzles out in an instant.

...
....It's okay... it-that was just a fluke... I can... I can...
...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I CAN'T DO THIIIIIS!

Wario slightly turns around to Ryoga, seeing him blubber to himself while rolling around on the ground.

Talk about a crybaby...

Wario ducks the bite, countering with an uppercut while Ryoga--

--!--

Suddenly drops down to his knees.

(Damn... what just happened...?)

Mustache-guy, think you can cover me?
It's WARIO!

As Tiny Wario remains on guard, Ryoga takes off his bandana and begins slashing at Shadow's direction with it!

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Razor-Sharp Bandana (Swift/Cutter)- Ryoga takes off his bandana (as he has a seemingly limitless layer of bandanas under) and uses it as a sharp object. Can be thrown as a missile.

Wanna prove that, tough guy!?

Ryoga attempts to block the Shadow Fang with his umbrella. Meanwhile, Midget Wario looks over at them, slouched over.

(Damn... I'm at my limit... I'm not sure how much longer I can fight...)

He looks over at Ryoga.

(Who the hell is that kid!? Why's he sound so familiar? How is he this strong?)

I'll teach you to sta--

Suddenly, Wario feels himself being dropped back on the ground, yards away from where he just was.

Huh!?
Watch it. Something is seriously up with this guy.

Ryoga then fires an array of condensed Ki Blasts* at Shadow!

---

It's called Chi in the series but there is no actual difference so

Flamenco's mostly charred remains are promptly kicked out of the ring by DX's foot.

...And DX wins again! It looks like our new fighter isn't going to lose any bets anytime soon!
...

Meanwhile, someone in the crowd watches.

Damn... I got here looking for clues, but I didn't think things would just be like this...
Yeah. I myself had no idea this place existed until now.
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Oh, great. It's you.
Don't give me that look. I said we'd meet again, didn't I?
Who's this ass?
An acquaintance.
Ngh-- THE HELL I AM! WE MET, LIKE ONCE, AND IT WAS WHEN YOU TRIED TO QUESTION ME!!
Well, what brought you here, then?
If it makes you piss off faster, something's happened to my friend. And I wanna know what. But everything here just seems to be a blowout.
Delta, right?
Don't talk like you know him.
...

Captain Syrup pokes her head into the room before instantly faceplanting onto the ground due to the increased gravity.

Mmmph mm-mm mph mmm!
....

Shake King turns the gravity intensifier off. Captain Syrup gets up.

You don't get it, do you? Just what more is there to gain from anymore training?
Hnh. Of course you wouldn't know. You have no fighting expertise in the slightest.
What's that supposed to mean?

Shake King clenches his fist.

To battle with an opponent is a holy act... in which the winner decimates the loser.

He then turns to Captain Syrup.

And it is with each fight, with each war, each struggle in which the victor becomes one step closer to gaining the ultimate power. It is a goal no man has ever met before. But I am not 'no man'. I am--
Yeah, yeah, I get your point. But don't you think your methods are...?
...

Heat Man is slightly alarmed, but does not show it externally.

(Mega Man? And what's with the weird lookin' costume?)
(Ngh, whatever. I don't have time for him.)

Heat Man proceeds.

Proteus throws a series of left jabs at Scale, who guards against them.

What the hell's your problem, anyway!? Are you looking for excuses to end up dead?

After blocking, Scale shifts back on the offensive, targeting a roundhouse kick to the head, though his foot is grabbed before this can connect.

I'm not the one who barged into someone else's property! I'm also not a murderer or an endless destruction robot!

After a short struggle, Proteus throws Scale downwards into the air, Although the latter manages to catch himself mid-plummet, it doesn't save him from taking two boots to the stomach.

Quit trying to flatter yourself. If we wanted you dead-- Wait, poor phrasing-- If we had came to kill you, we would've. Is there nothing strange going on that's making you question what's going on behind the scenes!?

Proteus leans in closer for another attack, only to be hit with a nasty headbutt, before being wailed on for the next ten seconds straight.

And what incentive do I have to trust you!? After the things you've done! After the lives you've ruined! After the people you've massacred!

Before Scale can follow up, Proteus catches both of his wrists, staring directly at him.

Would you like to join them?
Oh, it is on like Donkey Kong...

As the two promptly break off, creating distance, they charge at each other... only for a pink blur to zip in-between.

...Yeah, we should go ahead and meet them. They might need your help.

Meddy was too busy wallowing at her own performance to celebrate the victory.

(I ran out of Weapon Energy mid-fight... I was so weak I couldn't even take out one of them...)

She then notices Blast's communicator going off.

Hmm?

---

Heat Man keeps walking.

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Proteus punches Scale in the gut.

Hrgh!

Scale winces, but immediately retaliates into a balled fist slammed into Proteus's would-be windpipes.

Hrgh!

Proteus cringes, but immediately retaliates with a pummeling strike drived into Scale's solar-plexus.

Hrgh!
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...Are they serious?

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...They have weapons. One of them has 20 invisible turret shields that are resistant to everything ever, and the other literally has hundreds of weapons as well as drones in his image that can do the fighting for him.

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They just-- They just keep-- gut-punching each other.

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Jet and Rocket Metal continue their race, both within close proximity of each other.

Alright, fine! Let's see how you like these!

Jet Swings his Bashosen at Rocket Metal repeatedly, though misses each swing.

?
GOTCHA!

Right as Jet finds an opening, he slashes, though Rocket Metal vanishes. No less then a nanosecond later, Jet feels two metallic boots hit him in the stomach.

OOGH! (There it is again! He just vanished and reappeared in the blink of an eye!)

Jet along with his Gear tumble backwards, before being caught mid-momentum.

Hah! Gotcha, boss!
Storm...

Jet's expression notable changes to that of surprise... before conking Storm on the head.

Ow!
You fucking idiot! Where the heck where you when I needed you, damn it!?

As Rocket Metal turns toward Jet and Storm, he is immediately whacked with a giant wrench from the side!

Huh? This dipshit again? I thought he like, died or something.
Yeah, well he's here now. I don't know what the hell kinda bone he has to pick with us, but if it's a fight he wants, it's a fight he'll get.

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Basoslash (Wind/Cutter)- Jet uses the Basoshen to slash at the opponent. Critical hits add Damage-Typing to the move, splitting whatever Jet hits in half.
Double Rocket (Impact)- Rocket Metal dropkicks the target. Will outright impale weak enough targets.

♫ DBS - Gohan's Concentration ♫

Rubble begins to clear. A feint silhouette can be seen in the distance...

*cough* *cough*... man. Talk about too close for comfort.
You're still too soft. Letting your guard down all the goddamn time.
Hey, I provide economic stability and ward off journalists. Excuse me if I slip up every now and then.
...Anyway, it looks like we have company. And not the friendly type.

The body-sharers turn to see a... strange, large, mecha-looking robot standing over a large heap of rubble, staring at them both.

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And here I was thinking MAYBE you would stop being a major hypocrite!
Hah! Oh, no. Don't get it twisted. I stand by what I said. I'm not a hero. I'm not even sure I've done enough to qualify as a "good guy", even. And I have no interest in being one, nor will I ever again.
...But what I am is the Goddamn President. And if not as a hierarchal entity, I will do what I must do to ensure the safety of the world. You can take that to the bank.
Then this'll be easy! The Ol' One Hundred Por Ciento Completo aught to do the trick easy!
Can't.
WHY NOT!?
Because I like the thought of the galaxy in one piece. Maybe you could do it because you were in a different dimension entirely, but I'd rather not risk any more lives than necessary.

He then stares directly at the freakish fiend responsible.

We're doing this the old fashioned way. Whether we like it or not.