Set after the cell games, Cells' death was blamed on Hercule; leaving him with more fame and popularity then ever, of course thing can't ALWAYS go his way, at least not in this dimension...
"HERCULE!" "YEAH! HERCULE!" "MY HERO!~" "Hercule: Alright! Alright! I know I'm the best! Yeah, yeah." Says Hercule beaming with pride as he walks off the cell arena stage. "Body guard 1: STEP AWAY! GET BACK!" "Body guard 2: SHOO! GET AWAY!" Upon approaching Satan's house... A tournament announcer storms Satan's home! "Mr Satan! Mr Satan" "Hm?" Said mr Satan in a confused tone. "The 69th annual Tournament is going to be held tomorrow!" Said the announcer in an excited voice. "Alright then! I guess I'll be fighting the champ?" Said Satan. "Yuup!" Said the announcer happily. "Better get some rest then! See ya!" Said Satan. "Byee!" Said the announcer. ???: A tournament, hey? Said an unknown voice. ???: Let's dance.
One day later...
END OF PART 1
