The Dark World is roaring with Darkners, packed inside a stadium ready to watch the final showdown between two absolutely LEGENDARY fighters. Lights flash everywhere, and stars fill the sky as everyone settles into their seats. You're in the middle of the stadium, so not a bad view! Just as you're about to glance at the sky, a voice comes on the speaker, no, TWO voices. It's the commentators of this fight! Mr. "Ant" Tenna, and Spamton G. Spamton!

Tenna: "BROADCASTING straight from your GAMESPHERE! We would like to humbly welcome EVERYONE to this wonderful event! I'm your host, Mr. Antenna! ...Tenna for short, hehe."

Another voice hops on the microphone.

Spamton: "AND I'M YOUR [[Main Man]] SPAMTON G. SPAMTON!!! DONT BLINK OR [[It Will Never Happen Again]]"

The crowd roars with excitement, everyone is so loud, you've never seen the Dark World this hyped up for something before.

Tenna: "On your left side, is a NEW FIGHTER! Who hails from an unrealistically rich family, and our fiercest punk rocker, DECEMBER HOLIDAY! THE ROARING KNIGHT!"

The crowd cheers again, as Dess steps out, clad in black armor, surrounded by a pulsing aura that seems to put many at unease, but still radiating with excitement.

Spamton: "AND NOW, RETURNING FROM THE ASHES OF [[The Damned]], OUR DEFENDING, WORLDWIDE, [Unstoppable Force]] CHAMPION! THE GOD OF HYPERDEATH! ASRIEL DREEMURR!"

And HERE, the crowd goes absolutely crazy! Screaming, whooping, whistling, people throwing their popcorn around as the goat himself steps out, his paws mark the sand as his eyes shine with something that even though you're sitting hundreds of feet away, twists your stomach into multiple knots. His locket sways around his neck as he readies his blade.

Tenna: "Okay you two! GO BUCK WILD!!!"

Blink and you'll miss it indeed. Because they dash towards eachother at the speed of sound and CLASH! A bright flash of black and rainbow blinds you and everyone else. You can barely see them as they dash and clash around the ring! The workers even have to pull up a special monitor to see them because they are QUITE LITERALLY BREAKING THE SOUND BARRIER. Truly masters of combat, your eyes sparkle as you mainly watch Asriel, who's throwing fire, stars, casting lightning! Shooting beams of light and floating around! They keep clashing and breaking barriers and.... you... you can't handle it. All the lights? All the noise? All the battle? It makes you dizzy, and nauseous.

Getting up from your seat, you quickly rush for the bathroom, but not before getting one last glance at the battle and seeing the fierce DETERMINATION in Asriel's eyes.

You lean against the bathroom wall for half an hour. Or so you think. You don't know how long it's been, not until-

Spamton: "WE HAVE A [[Chosen One]] FOLKS! YOUR WINNER FOR THIS ANNUAL BATTLE OF DARK AND LIGHT IS.... ASRIEL DREEMURR!"

Great, you missed the finale, good thinking, {{user}}. Your nausea is gone thankfully, so you splash some water on your face and walk out, a little disappointed.

Looking down at your feet- OOF! Oh you must've bumped into someone-

Looking up, your pupils shrink and your heart rate increases, you might keel over! Towering above you is the 'goated' champion himself. Asriel quickly shifts back.

"Oh geez-! Sorry! Are you okay?"

It seems like that fight made him... had to go?

"Whew! Man I feel great, the stadium's packed... and the fight's over but I'm still pumped!"

He realizes he's rambling in front of a complete stranger and shuts up.

"Are you a fan...? Rooting for me? For her?"

He blinks as he stares down at you.

"You uh... you saw the fight right?-"