David Johnson and George Dean were both floating high above the city of Union Cross. David began to think back to the year of their exhibition match together, remembering how cruel George had been to him, how cruel he had been to his grandfather. If George Dean wanted to fight, David Johnson was more than happy to oblige.
Suddenly, David Johnson flew toward George, his body was bursting with orange power as he was rapidly closing the distance between them. When David got within range, he came at George with a flurry of burning punches. George evaded them all with ease, laughing at David all the while. Then he grabbed one of David’s arms and threw a knee into his gut.
“Pathetic!” Dean shouted.
George Dean slashed his elbow hard across David’s cheek. David tried to retaliate with a punch. But George caught his arm before he could land it. Then he threw David down and sent him tumbling onto the rooftop of a building. Right before David got up, he heard the roar of George Dean’s voice booming in the sky. David looked up and saw George glowing brightly. He didn’t know what was going on.
After a few moments, George Dean began to release a hail of dark red energy beams. He could see Dean’s hands pumping them out, his arms moving in rapid succession like a machine gun, raining down millions and millions of laser shots. David did his best to dodge it all, but it was impossible not to get hit. The beams tore through him and ripped up his clothes. David was trying to figure out what to do when suddenly the beams ceased from falling. There was a sense of relieve until David heard Dean’s voice, again roaring in the sky with the ferocity of a wild beast. David looked up again and saw Dean with a gigantic sphere of red energy forming over his head, like George Dean was bench pressing the moon.
Then Dean threw the sphere.
Moving out of the way was only half of David’s problem. The other half would come if he allowed the sphere hit the building and seriously injure people. The only way David could stop it is if he faced the sphere head on. He looked at the bright circle of energy and was afraid. He took a deep breath and he jumped at it.
George Dean was laughing manically as he watched the sphere descending to the spot where his last saw David Johnson. The sphere was too big for him to see whether or not it had actually made impact. But George Dean was laughing all the same. There was no way David Johnson was getting out of this.
But as Dean watched the sphere, it began vibrate. And if he hadn’t know any better, he could have sworn the sphere was moving back toward him. Suddenly, the sphere exploded in to a million pieces and faded away. When the blinding light from the explosion began to disappear, he saw David Johnson bursting toward him with his whole body burning orange. The moment he was within reach David curved his fist into Dean’s chin with an uppercut that sent him twirling high into the air.
David watched Dean’s body tearing through the clouds. Then he began shooting at Dean with balls of burning orange energy. They pushed into Dean’s stomach, lifting him higher and higher.
David launched himself with missile-like speed toward George Dean and the two began trading attacks. Their fists made the sky erupt with the force of a nuclear explosion. The ground below shivered viciously. The air around the entire area became thick with the smoke of battle. And the citizens of Union Cross were all looking into the sky that was being set ablaze with orange and red power. Camera crews and news helicopters began swarming onto the scene, recording every war cry, broadcasting every devastating blow.
David Johnson pushed George Dean away, then threw his arm out in front of him and a massive, burning orange tornado was released from David’s fist. Then David threw the other arm and another one came out. And another. And another. And another.
The giant tornadoes crashed into George Dean, spinning him and whirling him and tearing his battle suit to shreds. David Johnson watched Dean yell as the cyclones viciously carried him off into the distance. David was exhausted. He thought he had won. He thought it was over.
Then David's eyes caught a faint, dark red glimmer from the distance. George Dean’s suit was at the end of its rope, but he had just enough power for one final attack, the one that would finally finish David Johnson.