The Greatest in the Multiverse

Round 8: The Colossal Champion vs the Prodigal Inventor

"AND NOW, PEOPLE OF THE MULTIVERSE, WE HAVE REACHED THE LAST FIGHT OF TODAY! LET'S HOPE THIS 8TH CLASH FINISHES THE FIRST ROUND OFF WITH A BANG!"

The excitement throughout the arena had not only hit its metaphorical roof, but blown through it past the stratosphere. After 7 intense bouts, only one more remained before the quarterfinals would begin. The audience had been born ready; this was gonna be a match to remember.

"IN THE BLUE CORNER, IT'S THE PRODIGAL INVENTOR OF UNIVERSE 1: OUR THIRD AND FINAL REPRESENTATIVE FROM THERE, COMING RIGHT AFTER THE SECOND! AT 19 YEARS OF AGE SHE IS ONE OF OUR YOUNGER CONTESTANTS, BUT DESPITE THAT HER SCIENTIFIC CREDENTIALS ARE THE STUFF OF LEGEND! BACK HOME SHE HAS USED THAT GIANT BRAIN OF HERS TO HELP CONQUER DEMONS, PRIMAL BEASTS AND UNDEAD PIRATES, ALL TO SAVE HER PLANAR SYSTEM FROM DESCENDING INTO CHAOS! BUT RIGHT NOW, SHE'S HERE TO FIGHT FOR THE TITLE OF NUMBER ONE! WILL HER CLEVER STRATEGIES LEAVE HER OPPONENT DUMBFOUNDED IN THE DUST, OR WILL HER PLANNING PROVE FUTILE AGAINST OVERWHELMING POWER? TAKE THE STAGE: CONTESTAAAANT PULSE!"

Judging by their trademark collective loud cheers and chants, the audience were clearly happy to see Pulse enter the stage. Although the slender Drow didn't really do much in the way of answering them, instead looking straight in front of her with a tense expression adorning her face. So far her confidence boost from putting Professor Suss in his place was still intact. But as soon as the bright spotlight turned from her over to the opposing gate, that boost crumbled. Merely from the sight of the titanic silhouette exiting from it.

"AND IN THE RED CORNER, THE ONE AND ONLY COLOSSAL CHAMPION OF UNIVERSE 16! AT 20 YEARS OF AGE, THIS WALKING BEHEMOTH OF A WARRIOR IS THE REIGNING CHAMPION OF HER WORLD'S LARGEST UNDERGROUND FIGHTING ARENA! AND IN THE EFFORT TO KEEP THAT TITLE AND GET ALL THE MONEY FROM IT SHE CAN GET IN ORDER TO HELP HER FAMILY, SHE HAS GONE TO GREAT LENGTHS TO GROW TO AN ABSOLUTELY ENORMOUS SIZE - AND GAIN THE STRENGTH TO GO WITH IT! WILL SHE SQUASH HER FOE LIKE A FEEBLE BUG, OR WILL SHE BE CUT DOWN TO SIZE? OUR LAST WARRIOR: CONTESTAAAANT ALVA!"

If anyone thought the roar of the audience was loud before, it was nothing compared to when Alva entered the battlefield. All sets of eyes were focused on the grinning warrior as she confidently marched towards the arena centre, her tattered red headband fluttering behind her and arms thrown up in the air to take in all the cheers. By the time she had reached her opponent, the crowd was loudly chanting her name more or less in unison. Alva gave off a massive toothy smile; there was nothing better than this. Eventually, the Half-Orc lowered her giant arms to look over her tense foe. Judging by her deadpan expression and rumbling sigh, she was not impressed.

"So, you and me huh? Well, I guess it could be worse. Let's just get this over with, big girl" the giant sighed.

She turned around to get into a starting position, not even bothering to wait for an answer. Pulse was left stuttering; partly terrified, partly frustrated, partly confused. Why the sudden nickname "big girl"? Was it sarcasm? Misplaced endearment? Or was she just overthinking it? She settled for the latter reasoning before heading towards her own starting position, clasping her hands together in an attempt to focus. And as her hulking opponent put a hand on her back-mounted warhammer, the Drow finally managed to muster a response.

"Yes. Let's."

For mere seconds, the arena fell dead silent. Until Googlorp broke the silence with the words everyone had been eagerly waiting for.

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

"BEGIN!"

[KABOOOOM!]

It was on. The fight to end the first round had finally begun.