A Fight For Dominance

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Standing in the center of the tournament ring, Cell feels restless. The tournament, to say the least, has been nothing short of an absolute disappointment- though he's had a few opponents put up something similar to a fight, the majority of them have been laughable at best. At this point, it's turning out to be a complete blowout, and a pathetic way to show the world his full range of power. Frowning, he stares over the arena- the barren expanse is as dull and empty as ever, full of browns and rolling hills. In the corner of his eye, he catches movement; twisting his head, his eye falls on a lone figure. She stands at the edge of the arena, staring him down. Even from the distance she stands at, Cell can tell she looks strikingly similar to him. When she realizes he's noticed her, she steps onto the arena, taking her time in approaching him. She stops a mere number of feet away from him, a sneer forming over her face as she begins to speak.

"So, you're Cell," she says, an arrogant tone streaking her voice.

"Yes, I am," he replies, giving her a look over as he does. "And who, exactly, are you?"

"Simple: I'm Cellette, the better version of you. I came here after I heard that you were holding this little... "tournament", and thought it would be wise to come and end this little stunt of yours. I find it pathetic you're trying to pass yourself off as the most dominant life form. That'd be me."

Cell scoffs at this; looking over her, he can't help but feel amused. Though they do share a striking similarity, up close, Cell is able to notice a few differences between them. The shoulder armor and breastplates are a lilac coloring instead of a dark blue; her frame is smaller, and her face is a bit softer than his. But most importantly, she lacks his swagger, and she certainly doesn't look like she has the power to take him down.

"Please, don't go fooling yourself. I'll grant that we share our similarities, but that means nothing. It doesn't matter how close you think you are to me, you're nothing in comparison to my power, and the mere idea at you defeating me is near laughable."

"Well then," Cellette replies, closing the distance between the two of them as she does. "Why don't we make a deal then?" Her arrogant tone is edged by playfulness, obviously enjoying whatever she's got on her mind.

"What exactly are you thinking," Cell growls out, becoming restless as his curiosity rises. Cellette stands on the tips of her feet, draping her arms around the back of his neck, and pulling herself up close to his head. Her arms tug at the base of his neck, pulling him closer down to her. She leans into his ear, and lets out a whisper.

"We fight; whoever is able to pin the other down by the shoulder-"

"Sounds easy enough. Consider it a deal" Cell interrupts, his impatience to begin any sort of fighting growing.

"I'm not done," Cellette cuts back in. "I think, to really spice the battle up... after pinning down the shoulders, you'll need to kiss the pinned down person to fully prove yourself to be the superior lifeform."

"That sounds ridiculous," Cell says. "I don't see how that'll go to any lengths of proof of superior being."

"Think of it like this," Cellette replies, releasing him from her grip as she continues. "You'll have the other completely pinned under you, having lost wholly, and to fully seal that as fact," she says, her voice dropping low as a grin forms wider and wider over her face. "Will be a strong, overpowering kiss. One that says I am the winner."

Cell pauses as he contemplates this, admittedly attracted to the idea. It holds some appeal to him, and the more it sits in his mind, the more his insides stir at the possibility.

"Alright, I'm game. I'll take up this offer of yours."

Her grin turns into an eager smirk at the sound of this. She jumps a far distance back, positioning herself in preparation to fight. Without any hesitation, Cell digs his feet into the ground and bursts towards her, gaining speed with each step he takes. Just as quickly, however, Cellette leaps into the air, avoiding him without issue. The wind swirls around him as she does, nearly knocking him onto his back. As she scales higher into the air, her wings flair out to propel her even further into the sky. She twists to face Cell at an angle, and clasps her fingers in such a way to still have her palms facing outward. A small, bright ball forms in the center of her palms; as the seconds go by, it grows larger and larger. When the orb reaches double the size of her head, she releases it. It moves too quickly for Cell to dodge, directly hitting him. He has no chance to even avoid being seriously hit, the impact knocks him back with an unbraceable force. He's sent crashing across the stadium, colliding into the concrete. He crashes to the ground but does not slow down. His body carves a deep groove into the ground before he finally skids to a stop, pushing up a huge mound of rubble in front of him. His chest heaves to regain his breath. He struggles to stand, the uneven ground making it difficult to get any sort of footing. Stabilizing on his feet, he begins to scour the sky for Cellette.