Howdy.

"As of now, I am re-opening the ARMS Grand Prix to anyone," Max Brass heroically announces to the world, "This sport has been dormant like a volcano, and it's about to burst back onto the scene, baby!"

A group of people stand idly, fully barricading the sidewalk they are on, watching the many televisions that are in view in a window display, all of which are showing the interview of Max Brass and his announcement of the return of the Grand Prix, the lost sport now reemerging, as if it were a phoenix rising from the ashes. All the people begin to talk to each other about the sport and their doubts on its return, but also their excitement for it.

There is one person in the group bearing a red and blue hoodie, however, who does not seem to be talking to anyone else, but is rather watching the television program very carefully, their face hidden in the shadows of their hood. That person then makes a hard turn and runs right through the crowd, pushing people out of the way.

"Hey, watch it, pal!" One pedestrian yells as the figure rushes out and begins a hard jog down the sidewalk. As they run, their sleeve begins to slide down their arm, revealing an ancient bracelet with strange foreign carvings surrounding a shape that resembles a wisp-like creature.

When Max Brass did that interview and announced the Grand Prix in the midst of the Ribbon Girl concert incident, it may have only appeared to have affected the people nearby. The ten people who signed up for it were either residents of the city Brass Tower is located at or lived very close to it. But this could be farther from the truth, as Max's words were heard all over the world. It also reached places no one knew even existed.

A couple of days later, that same ominous person from the window display who ran off afterwards appears in a dense jungle, with dark clouds looming above. Their hoodie has been removed, revealing a scrawny dark-skinned individual with jewels hanging from his arms like arm tassels, a gold-plated choker with markings, and a large amount of face paint. They sprint through the trees on their hand-woven boots, resembling caligae, until they reach a clearing with no leaves or bushes facing a large wall of pure rock; the side of a mountain.

The person stands still for a moment, staring at the rock wall. He then stomps his foot down onto the dirt and turns it quickly to produce dust in the air. Using his normal human arms, he begins to make the dust fly all around him as he begins to chant a strange language loudly. He spins, twirls, and does a front flip during what appears to be a ritual. Finally, he ends it with landing on one knee and covering his face with his hands, revealing paint on the back of his hands that looks to be the face of some creature.

As if magically, a tiny slither of the rock wall slides open; an eyehole. An obviously taller figure peers through to see the individual still in the one knee position, panting, as the dust settles. "Xayamba!" The figure that the eyes belong to yells, "Dooya bun fa durango fa loo bomba dos? Beca!"

The individual closes back the eyehole in rage, making the illusion of the rock wall whole again. The other person, who's name appears to be Xayamba, gets up frantically and knocks on the mountain as if it were a door.

"Dodo!" Xayamba yells, "Boolug... Boolug!"

The eyehole slides back open, and Boolug gives Xayamba a stern look, "Booboo bun hevil heela sonia pue falay moo 'city' fa walisp? Beca!" Boolug puts emphasis on 'city', making fun of Xayamba.

Before Boolug can once again shut the eyehole, Xayamba quickly yells, "Arms! Boolug, wahn arms!"

Boolug's eyes widen at the mention of 'arms' and he closes the eyehole. The rock wall begins to light up an aqua blue, and soon a giant door with the same wisp-like creatures engraved on it like Xayamba's bracelet appears out of nowhere. The door swings open, revealing Boolug as a large hulking figure with paint covering his entire body and a golden chain going from his nostril to his ear.

Xayamba enters through the door into a world unlike any other. Instead of the dark clouds like the ones above the jungle, the sky in this world is a bright orange with barely clouds in sight. The ground is paved with colorful stones with nature growing in the cracks. Large towers can be seen in the far distance, the top of them having large carved faces. Another tower has a fist instead. Xayamba and Boolug run through the land towards town, where large stone houses with vines growing on the side of them inhabit the area. One house has a large tree growing on top of it, right beside the waterfall that passes through a moat surrounding the town. A large amount of people reside in the area, including entire families. As the two pass by, they are frequently waved at by the civilians.

Boolug leads Xayamba to a large clearing with a canopy of tree branches above them. Four tall pillars with fists on the top of them stand over the two as they near the temple that houses their ruler. A couple of stairs lead to the front door of the temple, and on these stairs is where Xayamba takes a knee and assumes the position he did earlier with his face being covered by the palms of his hands. Boolug quickly knocks on the door, runs back, and does the same thing as Xayamba.

The temple's door slowly opens seemingly by itself, and darkness is the only thing that appears to be on the other side. Boolug covers his face for a little bit longer until he becomes confused. He then stands up and looks in the darkness, seeing nothing. Boolug grabs a nearby torch and holds it by the door, where a figure stands inches away from him.

Boolug jumps backwards, throwing the torch behind him. He quickly reverts back to his kneeling position, "Misango! La fundashay."

The figure, named Misango, continues to stand in the darkness, waiting. Boolug and Xayamba both kneel without saying a word.

Suddenly, Boolug slaps Xayamba on the back of the head. "Dooya?!" Xayamba yells, but then he remembers why they are there in the first place, "Oh! Misango... wahn arms. Wahn arms bes oofrised."

Although he stands in darkness, Misango's prescense can easily be felt, especially after what Xayamba just said. Misango's voice echoes through the temple. "Arms?"

IT IS TIME.

"This sport has been dormant like a volcano, and it's about to burst back onto the scene, baby!"

A street performer with large yellow pants and a big red nose performs her comedy act outside an Italian café, as usual. She uses her long extendable arms to pull of a handstand while juggling, exciting the crowd. Someone in the outdoor portion of the café walks up to the street performer and shows her the Max Brass announcement on their phone.

FOR THE RAD RETURN.

"It's time to bring it back, full force. I am humbly funding it myself. Whoever thinks they can come win matches and beat me gets a prize of 500 grand!"

The king of a long lost world sits on his throne beside an entire fleet of guardsmen in an ancient temple, deep in thought. His spring-like arms are admired by the civilians in the temple, who await his response. The faces of the past kings of the Misangans are carved into the walls of the temple, staring at the throne. A strange wisp-like creature floats above him as the king makes his decision.

OF THE GRAND PRIX.

"This is the rad return of the Grand Prix!"

In a what-thought-to-be abandoned factory far, far away, a small television monitor plays Max Brass's message. The announcement echoes through the many horrific scientific projects going on at the factory, which is barely functional as all the gas pipes are leaking and shooting out gas all over the entire facility. Large mechanical hands move giant tubes of odd substances from one conveyer belt to the other.

A strange figure stands on top of a raised platform wearing a leather jacket and boots with spikes on the bottom, bearing bright neon green hair that covers one eye and purple lipstick. The figure has extendable arms too, but what separates these from the others is by how incredibly massive they are. They are made of complete metal, including the hands themselves. After watching the interview, she extends her arm across the room and pulls down a lever. This causes two giant gun turrets to point towards the platform, and they both shoot rays of electricity at the figure, causing her metal arms to begin shaking violently. The electricity rampages through her body as if she were constantly being struck by lightning, causing her immense pain. The weird thing, though, is that she is smiling.

The figure begins to levitate off the ground.

PART TWO.

"This is the rad return of the Grand Prix!"

The television rewinds.

"This is the rad return of the Grand Prix!"

"There is no booger there." Naoto Uchiyama, a young ninja prodigy and fighting connoisseur, says as he stands beside Kaitlyn Pleat, an ecstatic young girl who lives the life of a famous pop singer, who is sitting down on a rest bench after an hour of training with a towel around her neck. She is holding a television remote and is pointing it at the screen in the top corner of the training room inside Brass Tower.

"What do you mean?" Kaitlyn's voice gets higher than before, if that's even possible, "How do you NOT see that big honkin' thing?!"

Kaitlyn is referring to Max Brass, a retired champion in the once-popular sport of the ARMS Grand Prix turned famous businessman, who, apparently, had a giant booger during the famous interview. "That is not a booger, but a spec on the screen." Naoto states as clear as possible.

"I think he's right, Kate." Minako Sobawata, Kaitlyn's shy best friend who is next in line to take charge of a nearby noodle shop, sits on the training room floor beside Julia Laymor, one of the biggest fans of ARMS who secretly lives in a junkyard with her humongous mechanical masterpiece known as Mechanica, playing with sharp metal junk. You know, how girls do. In the back of the room sits Armando and Ricardo, Kaitlyn's two extremely buff and overprotective bodyguards.

"Mmmmmmmnope," Julia points at the screen, "Thatta big 'en."

Kaitlyn stands up, "Look, you can see it wiggling-"

"Ok, the break is over." Naoto grabs the remote and turns the television off. Kaitlyn lets out a quick 'pfft' from her mouth as she follows the academy-trained ninja back on to the training mat.

It is just a couple of days after the auditions took place; the first day where things have gone slow for once. With the past week or so being so hectic- with Kaitlyn's concert getting trashed by a self-acclaimed Egyptian pharaoh, the announcement of the Grand Prix, the ridiculous sign-up get together at the tower, and the challenging target practice auditions- having a slow day felt good for a change.

On this particular day, Kaitlyn, who was the worst at the auditions, has asked Naoto, who was the best at the auditions, to help her practice and 'level up' as she called it. Julia and Minako, along with Mechanica of course, Julia's giant robot that follows ALMOST all of her commands, came along to see what this training was like. So far, nothing has been accomplished.

"My back huuuuuurts." Kaitlyn says out loud.

"Well, that is one of the side effects to physical activity," Naoto explains, "It is physical, and it is an activity. This is not the time to complain."

"I'm not complaining. I'm just stating fact." Kaitlyn holds on to her lower back as Minako and Julia watch from the sidelines.

"You got this, Kate!" Minako yells, cheering for her best friend since middle school, "... Now, did I do this right?"

Minako holds up a flower that she has constructed with the junk Julia has brought. It is perfectly crafted, with each petal being the same length and height as each other, something almost impossible to do with random sheets of metal. "Ew? What? No, that's garbage!" Julia grabs the flower and throws it away from view.

"I thought so too." Minako says.

"Now, at Julia's Junkstand, we make stuff that people ACTUALLY want. For example," Julia slams down a piece of crafted metal, "... Dinosaur."

Minako stares at the dinosaur made from metal. "... I have been so blind." She quickly grabs a bunch of pieces of metal and begins crafting.

"Yes, Min Min!" Julia cheers, "More! More DINOSAURS!"

As Minako and Julia begin their adventure into the realm of assembling metallic dinosaurs, Kaitlyn suddenly flies over to them and lands on her butt. She would have landed on the dinosaur Julia made if it had not been for Minako to quickly pick it up. This makes the two bodyguards flinch a bit, but Kaitlyn has already shooed off both of them from intervening due to the integrity of a training session.

"Ok, ok, I got it now!" Kaitlyn quickly stands back up, not even acknowledging the two girls playing with metal, as she runs back towards Naoto.

"No, you do not." Naoto restates, again. Kaitlyn, however, continues running towards the ninja with her fists ready.

Kaitlyn quickly shoots out her left arm along with her right at Naoto, as she was told to do, "Jab, jab, uppercu- HUAH!" The ninja ducks underneath both, as if he was dodging bullets in a movie, and quickly throws a punch to Kaitlyn's side, spinning Ribbon Girl in circles. Kaitlyn stops herself, but ends up falling to her knees anyway. "Oh, come one? What did I do wrong there?"

"You left yourself open, letting you become vulnerable at your sides." Naoto explains.

Kaitlyn is confused, as she has done nothing different from the last time she tried to hit her trainer, "How though? I did what you told me."

"I said jab, jab, uppercut," Naoto points his finger towards the sky, his chain arms making the quietest of noise, "Not, 'I am going to throw both hands out at the same time while yelling loudly' jab, jab uppercut. When you spring out both fists back-to-back, you do not have any protection on your body during the recoil period. If you would have only threw one fist and kept the other one with you, then you would have been able to-"

"SURPRISE ATTACK!" Kaitlyn jumps in the air and throws both fists at Naoto. He quickly disappears into a puff of smoke, and Kaitlyn's hands hit the mat. She turns around to see Naoto standing behind Julia.

Julia turns around and immediately jumps back and puts her fists up, "AH! SATAN BEGONE- Oh."

"That was a bad attempt at a surprise attack." Naoto explains.

"Bet! It's just cause you're a ninja guy. I've scared Min Min plenty of times with my trademarked surprise attack!" Kaitlyn turns to Minako, "Tell him."

Naoto looks at Minako, which makes the Asian girl anxious, "... D'uhsure."

"Well, first off," Naoto walks towards Kaitlyn, "You began smiling halfway during my lesson, your eyebrows dropped, you had a large smirk on your face, you nodded at your bodyguard who then nodded back with the same large smirk you had, you slowly rose up from the ground, and, finally, you yelled 'surprise attack' before you did the surprise attack."

"So... You saw it coming?" Kaitlyn asks.

"A mile away." Naoto states. "Now, let me teach you something I believe will be useful for someone of your fighting style: Jujutsu."

"Cook it up and lay it out, chef." Kaitlyn sits down in a criss cross applesauce position on to the mat.

"Jujutsu is one of the close combat forms of taijutsu the shinobi has to learn, which is one of the eighteen disciplines we have to go through in order to consider ourselves acquainted with the arts of ninjutsu." Naoto explains.

"Nerd!" Julia speaks up. Naoto springs his arm out and grabs Julia and places her inside Mechanica, who is in the corner of the room.

"Simply put," Naoto says, "It is the art of using the opponent's force against themselves. Here, try to hit me from this stance." Naoto then gets into a position as if he is about to lunge forward at Kaitlyn.

"... Uhhh..." Kaitlyn throws a measly punch at Naoto's face.

He immediately slaps it out of the way, "Nope."

Kaitlyn thinks for a moment, "How about... THIS!" She then punches Naoto's shoulder. The ninja slaps it away quickly.

"No, that is actually, really, the worst place to punch right now." Naoto looks irritated.

After hard thought, Kaitlyn goes for one more try. She slowly extends her hands towards Naoto, and, with all of her past training flowing through her mind, she places her finger on Naoto's mouth, wiggles it, and goes, "beeblbeeblbeeblbeeblbeeblbeeb."

"Ok, we are done here." Naoto stands back up. Julia is heard in the distance laughing inside Mechanica.

"Wait, what was the answer? Where am I suppose to punch?" Kaitlyn quickly asks.

"I will explain it later," Naoto looks around the training room, "... Do you five want to go get ice cream?"

"Yes!" Kaitlyn cheers.

"TOTALLY!" Julia yells.

"Yeah, sure, sounds good." Minako mutters.

The two bodyguards nod in unison.

With that, the six, including Mechanica, all leave the training room and head out for the nearest ice cream shop. They are not the only people out in the city, though.

The city. There is a reason why this one in particular is noted as 'the' and not just 'a'. No other place is as busy or as remarkable as this city. Taxis line the roads, carrying passengers to their job or to the nearest coffee shop, because who would ever actually think of driving in a place like this? The sounds continue all day and all night; cars passing by, numerous parties, and the occasional screech from a brave animal. That might be a turn-off for some, but a large amount of people find the noise comforting. Some rather feel like a part of something large than nothing at all.

The city is also known for its many wonders in tourism and in business. Some of what the city has to offer has already been seen, such as the popular Buster Beach, which holds the Miyamoto Silver Theatre that always seems to have the biggest shows playing. It is also the home of the Spring Stadium, the hosting sight for the ARMS Grand Prix that ran during the '80s and '90s, which has been unused for over a decade now. The stadium is now a hotel and has memorabilia on the lobby walls of the forgotten sport of ARMS, such as title belts, costumes, and plenty of pictures. The city also holds the Twintelle Productions Studio, one of the most successful movie companies in the past few years, and the Northwest Anken College, a college where only the best and most intellectual are chosen- most of the time.

One of the largest sights of the city can be seen by simply looking up; nine times out of ten one would probably see the large golden-painted Brass Tower, owned and built by the successful Max Brass. There are even more attractions and, of course, restaurants that can be talked about, but one would have to either live in the city or take a vacation in order to experience them all. While, like any other city, it has pollution problems and has plenty of politicians using it for personal gain, there is no doubt that the city is one of the greatest ever created and built upon, and the city's name is none other than Iwata.

To some, Iwata's sights become the norm and do not excite them as much as it would to a newcomer. An excellent example of this phenomenon is with Officer Radcliffe, a respected member of the IPD- Iwata Police Department- who is driving her cop car to a pizza restaurant after getting a soft-backup call from her assigned Police Android Unit, Officer Byte, who serves as a walking database of criminal records and also unintentionally as a quick-witted joker, and his mechanical dog companion with sunglasses, Barq.

Radcliffe pulls into the parking lot of Etika's Pizza Pie'as, where a strange looking individual with large square hair and a tiny chef's hat looms over the entrance door. Radcliffe walks in to find Byte and Barq standing over a table that belongs to Andy Shurbak, a laidback college kid with silky blue hair, and King Maibe, a large mummified zombie from Ancient Egypt.

"Alright, why'd you drag me off duty into a low budget pizza joint, Byte?" Radcliffe quips at her robot partner.

"Because, these two geniuses have came up with the idea of having a competition where the winner is determined by who can consume the most pizzas." Byte explains.

Radcliffe looks at Andy and Maibe, who are staring each other down intensely before their battle begins, "... So, why am I here?"

"If the fat one goes unconscious, I need you to help me hoist him into the paramedics," Byte looks at Barq and then leans in to whisper into Radcliffe's ear, "And the dog would not be of help because... he's just a head."

"BARQ?!"

"Nothing! Nothing, I didn't say anything." Byte clears his non-existent throat as Barq gives him the stink eye. Imagine that however suits you best.

Andy continues to stare down the mummy, "You know, I've been eating pizzas ever since I was born. You had your first slice this morning. You stand no chance against me, pops."

"That is where you are wrong, boy," Maibe continues to refer to Andy as 'boy', "I, Maibe, have never lost in the battle of eating. I once ate an entire basket of cobras to assert my dominance."

"Meow."

Radcliffe leans over to Byte, "Where'd the cat come from?"

"No idea. Little vermin has been following us all day." Byte is talking about Montu, Maibe's work out partner and now pet, who is sitting beside the mummy in the booth. Byte jokingly referred to how Maibe resembled the cat, with its fur being all white except for a couple of black and brown spots here and there. Just like Maibe with his wrappings and rotting flesh! At the moment Montu is nibbling on a piece of pepperoni.

"We ain't talking about snakes," Andy smirks, "We're talking about pizza."

Maibe leans back, "Bring on the luncheon!"

A chef rushes out of the kitchen holding a large stack of pizza boxes, each one containing a fresh hot pizza. Luckily, the ARMS fighters get the pizza on the house if they agree to advertise Etika's Pizza Pie'as on the first night of the Grand Prix, which will undoubtedly be watched by people all over the country. Byte grabs the stack and the chef hurries back into the kitchen.

"Today will go down in history as one of the worst ideas ever made involving pizza, and I wish I was not here right now and not subjected by my programming to be so," Byte begins his speech, referring to how Byte's assignment is to keep an eye on Maibe, "I mean, seriously, I have no idea how today could get worse, having specifically you two doing this and forcing me-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, just start counting down, ya' migraine." Maibe waves his large hand in front of Byte's goggles.

Byte robotically growls, "Three, two, one, stuff your fat faces."

With that, Byte tosses the box onto the table as if he were tossing a piece of meat into a den of piranhas, which perfectly describes how Maibe and Andy dig into the pizza. They are already done in a couple of seconds, forcing Byte to continuously chuck pizza boxes on to the table, who, even without a face, can be seen disgusted by the carnage.

Radcliffe is unimpressed at first, but then slowly goes into jaw-dropping mode, "... What on Earth? How is that even possible?"

"I AM AFRAID FOR MY LIFE AT THE MOMENT!" Byte yells, trying to not get his fingers caught in the crossfire.

"Barq"

"Who are you calling 'baby', mister 'I constantly miss the newspaper'?!" Byte argues with his dog.

As the competition progresses, Radcliffe catches someone outside the restaurant grinding on the railing with a skateboard- or as they would call it, a 'snake'board. "Hey!" Radcliffe says, "You stay here Byte, I'm going to have a word with this fella' outside."

"OK HAVE FUN, AHHHH!"

Radcliffe exits the restaurant and chases down the skateboarder. "Sir! Excuse me, sir."

Damien Floyd, a famous livestreaming skateboarder who goes by 'Kid Cobra' and is leader of the Naja Crew, switches his feet on the skateboard while it is moving to face the officer that is chasing after him. "Wassah'?"

"'Wassah''?" Radcliffe catches up with Damien as he comes to a complete stop, "Wassah' matter with you, huh? You can't grind on other people's property."

Damien looks back at the guardrail of the pizza restaurant where he pulled off that gnarly trick, "Oh, is that what 'dis is about? I thought I was in actual trouble for a sec'."

"You will be if you try pulling off that stunt again." Radcliffe reassures.

"Chill, girl, chill. It's all good." Damien slowly rides the skateboard in circle, not really paying attention to the police officer.

"Do not refer to me as 'girl' if you know what's good for you." Radcliffe comments back.

The sound of the demolishing of slices of pizza and Byte's yelling can be heard in the distance, catching the attention of both Radcliffe and Damien. "Look," Radcliffe points at the strange masked figure, "Just don't do it again, or it won't be so 'chill' next time."

Damien puts his hands in the air and rolls back his skateboard as the police officer returns to the scene in the restaurant.

"I handled the situation- Oh, dear lord." Radcliffe looks at the surrounding area around the table: Pizza boxes, crumbs, and cheese are everywhere, and Andy and Maibe are still nowhere near done.

"I TOLD YOU THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA!" Byte yells to everyone who let this happen.

Radcliffe walks over the table, taking off her hat and running her hand through her hair in the process. "Look, call me back if you need me, but I need to get back to the station. Come find me there once you're done for the day; I have something important to discuss with you and Barq. Got it, Byte?"

"MHM, OK, ONE HUNDRED PERCENT, ALREADY HAVE IT SCHEDULED, BYE, AHHH!" Byte lets out a goodbye screech as Radcliffe shakes her head and exits the restaurant. She smiles as the door closes behind her and she gets into her cop car.

Damien continues to skate down the sidewalk of one of Iwata's many food divisions, frightening people as he passes by them and continuing to grind on guardrails, despite the confrontation that just took place. That is how one shows their rebellious nature; a cop tells you to stop, you say you will not do it again, and then immediately do it again.

Speaking of police officers, Damien looks behind him to make sure that the female cop he saw earlier was nowhere in sight. He then comes to a complete stop- while on a downhill slope, somehow- and picks up his 'snake'board. "Coast is clear, my man."

Sticking to the bottom of the skateboard like gum underneath a desk is a blob of bright green ooze. The blob, however, begins to move, and it seemingly jumps and drips to the ground, falling off the skateboard. Two eyes and a strange mouth are produced, and a familiar figure begins to reform from the ooze. That familiar figure was Helix, a sentient blobby science project that speaks in pure gibberish.

"Hoobabla?" Helix makes a noise out of his mouth.

"Ha HA!" Damien laughs, "You crack me up, man. Come on, I'll race ya'. First one to hit that parked car wins!"

Damien points down to a car at the end of the road that is innocently parked. "GAAAWWW!" Helix agrees.

With that, Damien jumps back on to his skateboard and rides down the sidewalk and Helix begins to run as fast as he can on his stubby feet. The terrifying part about it was that the blob could keep up; apparently he was really fast.

"wooooOOOOOOOOOAAAAAHHH!" Helix screams as he kicks it into high gear.

As Damien rides past the restaurant, one catches his different colored eyes: An ice cream shop. Not for the ice cream, though, but rather for who was sitting in the outdoor portion of the establishment. "Well, would you look at that." Damien kicks his skateboard up and comes to a stop while Helix continues to book it towards the car, not giving up the race.

Julia, at the ice cream shop, slams down her hard candy-filled milkshake onto the table, "Aliens! What do you guys think?"

The four sat together at one table, Naoto and Julia on one side, Kaitlyn and Minako on the other, and Armando and Ricardo standing a couple of feet away, but still looming near Kaitlyn. Mechanica was parked in the parking lot between two cars. While Naoto did not order anything, he did buy all the girls and two buff men a treat; Julia with her milkshake full of candy, Kaitlyn with a bowl of strawberry ice cream, Armando and Ricardo with blueberry popsicles, and Minako with a normal vanilla cone.

'Aliens' was one of the topics Julia frequently brought up with Naoto back at the restaurant where they met. Naoto gives the answer that he always gives, "There is no such thing as aliens."

"That's what they want you to think, big bro!" Julia explains.

Minako thinks for a moment, "... I never thought of it that way before."

"See? See?" Julia has been dropping her 'knowledge' to Minako since they have met.

"Aliens do not exist because there is no other planet that can sustain life." Naoto gives his point.

"And who told you that nonsense?" Julia asks.

"Him." Naoto points to the sun.

Julia looks up at the giant ball of light, "YOU SIT ON A THRONE OF LIES-"

"Do not look at the sun!" Naoto quickly grabs Julia and brings her head down.

Julia averts her eyes, but then looks up at the bodyguards. "You! What do you think?"

"Yes." Armando says.

"No." Ricardo says. They both go back to their popsicles.

"... Well put argument there, guys." Julia says sarcastically.

"Well," Kaitlyn puts her opinion out there, "While aliens are probably fake, it's fun to imagine they're real. Like Santa Claus."

"That is fair." Naoto agrees.

"... What did you say about Santa?" Minako asks.

"Let me tell y'all a secret," Julia ignores Minako's statement and leans into the group, "I don't mean to burst your bubble, Ribbon Girl- though I do mean to burst yours, big bro- but... I've seen one."

"No way!" Minako yells, making the other three jump.

"Shhhh! Keep it down!" Julia puts her finger on Minako's lips, "I don't want the Men in Black to be knocking at my doorstep."

"How'd you see them? Were they small and green or big and scary? It's always either one or the other." Kaitlyn asks.

"Didn't see the alien, but I did see the ship," Julia explains, "I was laying outside on my roof looking up at the stars, when I saw one star moving! It was going pretty slow, but I could tell it was an alien ship because it started blinking lights in a patternistic way- must've been morse! It flew right above me, and I ran back into my garage so that I wouldn't get abducted. I was only seconds away from doom!"

"... That was an airplane, Julia." Naoto says.

"No, it wasn't, silly!" Julia laughs and grabs her milkshake, "Airplanes don't fly that high."

"Yo, Wassah'?" A low Jamaican accent approaches the group, placing their skateboard magnetically on to their back.

"Oh, hi! Darren, was it?" Kaitlyn tries to remember names.

"Damien, Damien Floyd." Damien turns to the road, laughs, and waves at someone. The four have no idea who he just waved at.

"Whoops, sorry." Kaitlyn continues to get names wrong, such as calling Julia 'Juliet' earlier.

Damien hops on top of the table, startling everyone, "You can just call me 'Kid Cobra', Ribby."

"Oh... ok..." Kaitlyn says.

The two bodyguards rush over to the table, "Hey, back off!" Ricardo yells.

"Don't worry Ricardo, he's not a threat," Kaitlyn leans into the bodyguard's ear and whispers, "... yet."

Damien grabs Kaitlyn's strawberry ice cream, gets a spoonful, and takes a bite through the opening of his mask, which looks weird from an outsider's point of view. "Mm, nice, strawberries." Damien gives it back Kaitlyn, "I'm allergic."

"Wait, what-"

Julia slams her hands onto the table and stands up, "Are aliens real, yes or no?"

"Yeeeeeaaaah, buddy!" Damien says. Julia's face lights up and they high-five, "Yep, I saw one up in the sky one time. It was blinkin', like, morse or somethin'."

Julia nudges Naoto on his chain arm, as if that confirms her suspicions, "Look," Naoto politely says, "We are in the middle of eating and-"

"Hold that thought." Damien hops off the table and pulls out his phone and begins vlogging or livestreaming; it is hard to tell. Either way, he did not ask for permission to put the four in his video. "Wassah', my Naja Crew brotha's! I'm here with four of the stars that will join me in the upcoming ARMS Grand Prix." Damien says Prix as in 'Pricks' and not 'Pre'.

Damien slides to Kaitlyn, "Here we have Ribby, you guys already know her."

"Hello... People?" Kaitlyn says reluctantly, "How many people to be exact?"

"A lot more than you think." Damien replies, which makes Minako a bit worried, "YOU!" Damien points at Minako.

"Me?" Minako asks.

"This is the buttkicka' Min Min. More like 'Mean Mean'! Come on, show us some of 'dat trash talk!" Damien orders.

Minako has no idea how to respond, "Uh... Imma... Punch yoooou."

"That's good, that's good." Damien hops in the air and lands beside Julia, "You, alien girl, say 'Wassah'' to the crew."

"I'm being held here against my will." Julia says with a complete monotone straight face.

"Stop that." Naoto shoves Julia softly, making the teenager laugh.

Damien walks over to Naoto, "Ah, you. Mister numba' one at the auditions. I've heard everyone is excited about you, callin' you Max's 'Golden Child'."

"Yeah, well, we will see I suppose." Naoto states.

"We sure will." Damien says, almost sinisterly. Damien walks away from Naoto and back over to the BFF duo, "Can you believe it? Six of the ten fighters, all here togetha' for 'da last time as friends."

Plenty of parts in that sentence confused Kaitlyn, but she focuses on one, "Six? What do you mean six?"

"Me, you, buttkicka', alien, numba' one, and my boy 'the blob man'!" Damien counts on his fingers.

"You mean Gumby is here?" Julia asks, "Where?"

"Right here-" Damien looks behind him to see that no one is there. He then looks at the group, and then runs down to the sidewalk, where Damien sees Helix smashed into the side of the parked car. He appears stuck to it, as if he ran into it straight on. "I should probably go get 'em."

Damien turns his phone off and grabs Kaitlyn's strawberry ice cream and takes one last bite, "Well, I will see you later!"

"Wait." Naoto catches Damien's attention, "Look, are we good about the whole 'audition' thing?"

Naoto is referring to how Damien was angry that he got second place and that the ninja beat him for first, "... I will see you later." Damien says one last time, more straightforward now. Damien then pulls off his 'snake'board off his back and gets on it in one swift movement and rides down the sidewalk to go pick up Helix.

"... I don't like him." Minako says after he is gone.

The sudden comment makes Kaitlyn laugh, "Dang, Min Min, laying out the trash talk."

The sounds of smooth jazz can be heard from the top of Brass Tower. This is because, in Max Brass's office, a live band of golden robots are playing instruments on a large stage for their two audience members: Max Brass and Chevette Aubertin, a French celebrity with magical silver locks, who is sitting on Max's leg drinking champagne, giggling, with her arm around his neck, with Max sitting on his computer chair with the big monitor beside them showing advertisements of the Grand Prix.

"Maxy, you are just despicable." Chevette says.

"What? That's what that little Asian looks like." Max states, drinking out of the champagne bottle instead of a glass like Chevette is doing.

"Now, tell me, where on Earth did you find... musicians like these?" Chevette is referring to the jazz robots.

"Oh, well," Max thinks for a moment, "They were actually funded to be hospital helpers under my company, but I decided to keep them for myself. You know, for moments like these."

Max's smile is contagious for Chevette, "Charming." She says as she takes a sip out of her glass.

"Mhm, just don't tell nobody I have 'em." Max laughs until he notices that his bottle is empty, "DEBBIE! Come get me another bottle!"

The door to the kitchen slides open, revealing the large golden robot named Debbie, Max's handmade maid, who is holding another champagne bottle. "Here you go, sir." Max swipes it out of her hand, noticeably tipsy, "... Sir, I must advice you that consuming five bottle of champagne in a row-"

"Oh, quit your yappin' and get back in the kitchen!" Max clumsily throws her the empty bottle he had, which Debbie catches perfectly. She then retreats back into the kitchen, with the door sliding down behind her.

Chevette smiles at the situation, "I have to hand it to you, Maxy," She says as Max pops the cork off the bottle and refills Chevette's glass, "When you first told me about your conniving plan, I had many doubts. 'No way was this going to work legally'. But seeing what you've accomplished and all the people you've fooled, there's only one thing I can tell you now: Well done."

"What can I say? I've always told you that, even if I don't look like it, I'm a genius." Max and the actress clink their drinks together.

"Yep. Our first show is set for live broadcast and is already foreseen to have high view numbers," Max brings the bottle up to his mouth right after muttering something very quickly, "They could be higher, but..."

Chevette stops her drinking and looks at Max, "... What exactly do you mean, 'They could be higher'?"

Max flinches, "Well, you know, uh... I was talking to some people and some people aren't too happy about some people and-"

"What did you do?" Chevette angrily stands up and places her hands on her hips, suddenly acting sober.

Max stutters for a moment, still very much drunk, "I got a call. The- uhh..." Max notices that the band of golden robots have stopped playing and are all staring at the two, "The 'press' is not satisfied with our selections."

Chevette turns and sees the band staring also. Both the businessman and the actress have been very careful about talking about the plans out loud, especially with robots who can take recordings. "... Well, you better go tell the 'press' that they best suck it up or they'll lose their end of the deal."

"T-T-That's the thing, uh... It's not just the 'press'. It's THE 'press'." Max tries to talk in code.

"WHAT? Max! Are you serious? It's-"

"NANANANAnana!" Max stops Chevette before she can say anything. "Yes, it's THE 'press'."

Chevette walks away from Max for a moment and puts her hand on her forehead as she thinks, "Sacré bleu..." Chevette says to herself, "Well, ok, so what does the 'press' want exactly? The rest of the 'press' was fine with our choices so far."

"... They want me to get rid of someone."

Chevette is taken back by this, "Really? Who?" Max looks up at Chevette, a bit distraught, "... What?! No, you CANNOT take me out! MAX! NO!"

The actress suddenly turns violent with her giant locks rising in the air as she marches back over to Max, "What?" Max begins leaning back in his chair in fear, "Not you, sweet-pea!"

Chevette continues to hold on to her anger, but then stops and gains back her composure, "Sorry, sorry..."

"I'd never let anyone, not even the 'press', take you away from me." Max says, standing up and walking towards Chevette, placing his large hands on her sides.

"... Then who do they want out?" Chevette asks.

As Max is about to tell her, the elevator doors fly open. "Mr. Brass! Mr..." It's the two scientists who have been with Helix back at sign-ups and auditions, "Woah... Are we interrupting something?"

"What? No! No." Max lets go of Chevette. He then quickly presses a button on his desk that spins the stage with the jazz robots around until a part of the large trophy case that make up the walls appear. No one would be able to tell that that part of the wall is movable.

The older scientist, named Professor Gregory, speaks up, "... Uh, what was that all about-"

"Nothin' of your concern, Professor. Now, why'd you run up into my office without tellin' the clerk to call me first?" Max asks, frustrated by the disruption.

"We did," Gregory explains, "She called multiple times, but then just told us to come on up."

Max looks at the phone on his desk. It has six missed calls, "Whoops."

"Mr. Brass," the younger scientist, Professor Hamilton, says, "Helix is missing."

"Who?"

"Blob fellow. Ate your couch." Chevette tells him.

"Oh, yeah, that thing. And why does this concern me?" Max asks the two scientists.

Hamilton tries to come up with a good excuse, "Because, we saw him with one of your... golden knick knacks." He motions towards Gregory.

Swiftly, Gregory sidesteps and grabs a trophy that was openly on display under a lamp on a table instead of being locked up in one of Max's big trophy cases. Keeping the trophy behind him, he reveals that the table is empty.

"AH! My lucky number fifty! Come on, let's go!" Max tells Chevette, who obviously saw what actually happened; Max is too drunk to figure it out, "Debbie! Come on! You're driving!"

"Yes, sir." Debbie exits the kitchen, already holding the keys.

"TO THE LIMO!" Max yells right before he trips and falls on the floor.

"Ok, no, it makes sense, I'm just explaining it wrong," Julia rapidly shoots out words, trying to collect her thoughts. Does not help that she gave herself a brain freeze from the milkshake, "So, Louie Libre won the kick-boxing match against The Detonator and earned a spot on team 'Friday Night Lights', not Rumble C.K."

After the five finished their snacks, Julia began to tell the girls about her favorite arc during the original run of the Grand Prix. The problem was, though, was that it was extremely complicated and requires a lot of explanation, and the small teenager is now in that downward spiral of trying to say how awesome something is just with words, "Wait," Kaitlyn tries her best to follow the story, "I thought you said earlier that Louie Libre was on team 'BOTB' and not 'Friday Night Lights'?"

Julia realizes she forgot another crucial moment out of the many crucial moments for the storyline to work properly, "Oh, wait, I forgot to mention, Louie Libre left 'Battle of the Bold' because of his feud with Steelimir, who has always been Max's main rival since his first match, and Louie went to 'Friday Night Lights' so that he could join Max's team at the 'Spring Season' pay-per-view."

"So... Rumble C.K. was not fighting?" Minako is very confused.

"Exactly! Louie beat him the night before 'Spring Season' and was now on Max's team against Steelimir's team from 'Battle of the Bold'."

"By the way," Naoto speaks up, having known this story quite well from listening to Julia, "Max is called 'Armstrong' at this point."

"SHHH!" Julia tries to get Naoto to be quiet.

"Wait, what?" Kaitlyn is trying her best.

Julia looks exhausted, "... This takes place after he was Mr. LongReach, he was part of the business leader guys who always wore suits and stuff, but he got rid of it and he beat up the President of the Grand Prix at 'Slamajamma'."

"Why?" Armando out of nowhere asks.

"THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT-" Julia takes a breath as Naoto smirks, knowing what he did, "Look, I'll finish this when I get back, I gotta go to the crapper real quick. Don't touch my stickers!"

Julia hops off the table and heads inside the ice cream shop. Kaitlyn seems pouty, as she was totally going to touch Julia's stickers that came with the kid's milkshake Naoto ordered her. Kaitlyn and Minako both scoot towards Naoto, "Help." Kaitlyn says concernedly.

Naoto looks at the two, "The two programs held a pay-per-view where the five best from each show fought each other, 'Friday Night Lights' was led by Max Brass and 'Battle of the Bold' was led by Steelimir."

"Oooooh," Kaitlyn lets out her realization, "I didn't know 'Battle of the Bold' was a show."

"Yeah, I was not going to mention anything, but Julia gets a bit derailed when she tries to explain this ARMS stuff to anyone, including me," Naoto explains, "I usually have to keep her on track myself, or else she takes all day to get it out."

"Man, she sure does love this Grand Prix stuff, huh?" Kaitlyn jokes.

"Yes, she does," Naoto responds, "... I am very happy that she gets to be a part of this. The Grand Prix has always been her favorite thing to talk about since we met. I like to see her do more things rather than sell scrap metal."

"She sells scrap metal? For what?" Kaitlyn asks, now whispering.

Naoto leans in, "Julia always said it was for her construction class, but I doubt it, as she's been doing it over the course of the last year..."

Naoto is smart, but he still has not put together what is going on with Julia. He feels as though he only knows the outer portion of her life and not the inside. As far as he knows, he found a strange fort at the scrapyard that had a picture of Julia with, presumably, her father. The use of the fort was unknown; it could just be Julia's form of a treehouse that was made for fun. Naoto has kind of confirmed Julia's parents are around- always busy, but around- based off the stories the girl has told him of her going to meet Max Brass with her father when she was little. Still, though, something in the story felt off, to say the least.

Naoto turns and looks into the restaurant, looking to see if Julia was there or not, "... Ok, so the big punchline to the story is that Louie Libre backstabs Max and joins Steelimir. I want you two to act like you are really surprised by it when she tells you."

Kaitlyn looks at Minako look at each other, "Ok, sure, but why?" Kaitlyn asks.

"You'll see." Naoto states.

With that, Julia returns and continues her story, finally reaching the events of 'Spring Season'- with the help of Naoto keeping her on track, of course, "Ok, so everyone is fighting everyone, the referee doesn't even care anymore. Max and Steelimir knock out all of the other fighters from the opposite team until it's just the two of them standing. The crowd gets psyched up as the two approach one another, with their long history behind them and all. Suddenly, as they are about to start fighting, Louie Libre gets back up and stands beside Max..."

"... And then?" Kaitlyn says.

"I was doing a dramatic pause, slow your rolls," Julia explains, "Max and Libre both face Steelimir, their spring arms ready for anything when suddenly... BA-BOOM! A fist comes flying out of nowhere and hits Max straight up the jaw, and... It is LIBRE WHO PUNCHED HIM!"

"WHAT?!" Kaitlyn yells excitedly.

"No way!" Minako gets out of her seat and stands up, completely overdoing it.

Julia's eyes light up, "I KNOW, RIGHT?! It was INSANE! Turns out Libre and Steelimir were in cahoots the ENTIRE TIME! Absolutely no one saw it coming!"

"That's awesome- I MEAN, that's, uh, bad?" Kaitlyn looks back and forth between Julia and Naoto.

Julia seems confused for a moment, but then bursts out into laughter, "I mean, I guess you could say it was awesome, just by how big it was for the rest of Max's Armstrong arc-"

Speak of the devil, a large golden limo rolls up to the four outside the ice cream shop, and the driver window rolls down to reveal Debbie. "You kids want a ride to your new apartment?"

Julia blinks a couple of times, "... Say what now?"

The six enter the back of the limo, with Mechanica hopping on to the roof of the car and holding the sides of it with its large claws, as Julia ordered. The inside already holds a large cast of very unique characters: Chevette, the two professors, Damien, and Helix. The ceiling of the limo is lined with bright neon yellow lights, which illuminates all the fighters with a golden glow.

"Hello, girls." Chevette waves to the new passengers.

"Howdy, Chevette!" Julia gets in the limo first, "Say, can I call you 'Chevy'?"

"Absolutely not."

"Noted." Julia sits beside Helix along with Naoto. Minako and Kaitlyn sit near Chevette, with Armando and Ricardo sitting on both ends of the girls.

The window between the driver and the back of the limo is lowered, revealing Max Brass in the passenger seat, holding his trophy that Helix supposedly stole, "WHAT'S POPPIN' IN HERE?!"

Everyone sits in the back quietly, "Not a lot, actually." Naoto breaks the silence.

"You guys are no fun." Max says. Kaitlyn raises her hand, "Yes, Ribbonie?"

Ribbonie? Kaitlyn thought, "Uh, what is this talk about new apartments?"

"Oh! That! Yeah, I should talk about that..." Max is still drunk from his champagne-drinking scene earlier, "Y'all be ARMS fighters now, so you're gonna live like one! As of now, I'm moving all of you into the Spring Hotel uptown."

"THE SPRING HOTEL?!" Julia yells in excitement, "AS IN 'SPRING STADIUM'?"

Max holds his head due to the loud squealing going on in the back, "Yes, yes, now stop makin' that noise! You're hurtin' my perfect brain."

"Doesn't that hotel cost a whole lot?" Minako asks.

"It sure does! But I had a quick chat with the owner... ME!" Max lets out a big laugh, like what he said was knee-slappingly funny.

"Man, he sure does own a lot." Minako says to herself.

Chevette leans in to the young Asian girl, "You have no idea."

The limo arrives at the Spring Hotel, the once notable Spring Stadium, where the sport of ARMS was originally set in before it's demise. Debbie releases the eleven riders from the back, along with Mechanica hopping off the roof, who all follow the tipsy Max Brass, who tours them through the building. The walls are covered with ancient artifacts of the old sport, including some that belonged to the people Julia spoke about back at the ice cream shop, including the Detonator's bomb prop, which was actually hollow. Who knew.

Brass opens a set of two large glass doors and leads the group through a tunnel. On the other end of the tunnel was none other than the Spring Stadium itself. The open-air arena was shaped like a square, with trampolines surrounding the playfield instead of walls. A large monitor stands above the stadium like any other sports game and empty seats face the middle, which were once filled with adorning fans. The skyscrapers of Iwata can be seen off in the close distance, including the Brass Tower.

Julia is obviously the first person to go into the stadium, who ran right past Max to see it, "Wow, wow, wow! It's bigger than I thought it was! This is amazing!"

"Yes, you are all standing in history. MY history, to be exact," Max holds his arms out as if he is holding the entire stadium, "This is where I had my first and last match as an undefeated champion. And this, too, will be where you'll have your first match."

Julia spins around and looks at Max, "Really? Here?!"

"Mhm," Max says, "I bought this stadium as more of a thank you to what it's done for me. I knew I'd come up with another use for it someday, other than some silly hotel."

"And good that you did, Commissioner!" A strange voice that does not fit any of the fighters comes from the small crowd. It is low and charming, like a sports announcer, "Now it's time to get this ball rolling and say 'welcome back' to the ARMS Grand Prix!"

Everyone in the crowd looks very confused, looking at each other to figure out who is speaking, "Down here, folks!" The voice says.

"WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?!" Hamilton yells, pointing at the ground. Everyone looks down and suddenly jumps back away from it. The strangest creature is now standing in the middle of the crowd- if that is considered a creature. It is small and yellow, with a large round head with a red mask over it's eyes and a small flimsy body that bears a bowtie on it. On top of it's head is a giant fist, reminiscent of Max's helmet.

But, instead of it being a helmet, the fist moves.

"Hello everybody!" The strange creature waves it's giant head-hand, "I should probably introduce myself-"

Dr. Hamilton immediately kicks it up in the air in fear, and the creature lands near Max Brass, where it does a complete faceplant. "Ow... That's understandable, though."

Max Brass picks the creature off the ground and sets him upright in front of everybody, "Uh... This, right here, is your Official ARMS Grand Prix Commentator. Everyone, meet Biff!"

"Thank you for the introduction," Biff's voice sounds like it should be in a car insurance commercial, "I am happy to be your commentator for this upcoming season."

"... What is it?" Kaitlyn asks.

"Oh, it's a robot!" Max reassures, "... I think..."

Max looks at the small Biff, "Hey, how should I know? No one has told me either." Biff says.

"Well, whatever," Max brushes off this crucially-wanted fact, "Biff, why don't you tell our fighters how this Grand Prix is going to work."

"With pleasure, Commissioner." Biff takes a step forward, looking as if he is getting into the zone, "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, blob and giant machine, for this season of the ARMS Grand Prix, all ten fighters will be placed together in matches in order to receive points. These points are rewarded based off the audience's pick, the skill in the match, and by, most importantly, who actually won. Now, during the season, fighters with the lowest amount of points will get sent home periodically until we are down to the final two. Whichever of the last two fighters wins that final round will be considered the champion of the Grand Prix, but it's not done just yet, as that champion will then face off against the one and only Max Brass for the chance at the 500 grand!"

Everyone stares at Biff, not saying a word. Kaitlyn speaks up, "... Man, that's a lot."

"So, we get kicked out if we have the least amount of points?" Julia asks, feeling a bit scared.

"Why, yes." Biff says enthusiastically, "But elimination does not begin until far down the line. Everyone will have the same amount of chances to receive the same amount of points, it is just based off your performance how much of those possible points you earn."

"Don't worry too much about it," Max states, "I just wanted to come up with something other than a silly ol' tournament. Plus, with only ten of y'all, doing a tournament would only last us one night. Good thinkin', huh? Now that we know what we're gettin' into, let's head out and see the rooms you guys will be staying at. Come on!"

Max and Biff both lead the way out of the stadium, leaving only Julia and Mechanica in the stadium. Naoto sees this and runs back over to the teen.

"Hey, we are leaving." Naoto tells Julia. She stands there, in the middle of the arena, admiring the scenery. The seats, the trampolines, the entire stadium. Julia soaks up all that she can from this one moment. Naoto walks over to Julia and places his hand on her shoulder, smiling.

Julia looks up at Naoto, "We made it, big bro." Julia gives out one of her signature big grins.

As Max leads the group, Biff hops back and gets as near as he can to Kaitlyn, "Hello, Miss Ribbon Girl!"

"Uh, hi..." Kaitlyn is still a bit uncomfortable with the strange yellow creature.

"Do you want me to get rid of him?" Armando whispers into Kaitlyn's ear.

"I don't think..." Kaitlyn replies.

"Listen, uh," Biff tries to find the right words, "I am such a HUGE fan of your work. Let me just say, you have amazing talent!"

Kaitlyn was not prepared for the compliment, "Oh, why, thank you!"

"Ribbon Girl, it is an HONOR to be your commentator for this Grand Prix," Biff says, essentially fangirling, "An HONOR! IT IS AN HONOR-"

"Ok, that's enough!" Max yells as Biff gets progressively louder, "Stop buttering up the fighters, Biff. We don't wanna get called out for having favorites."

"Right! Sorry!" Biff apologizes and waddles his stubby feet back over to Max.

A question has just came into Kaitlyn's mind, "Say, Mr. Brass. Where is Andy? Or Maibe and Byte?"

"They were at some pizza restaurant. Debbie asked them if they wanted to see their new apartment, but they were like 'no', and they went back to some crazy eating contest." Max recalls as best as he could. Yes, Andy and Maibe are still having their pizza competition, and yes, Byte and Barq are still being subjugated to it.

The crew, now including Julia, Naoto, and Mechanica, all reach a hallway with three doors on one side. Max speaks up, "Here's y'all's rooms. Girls only in the first room and guys in the second and third, I don't care who bunks with who."

Julia opens the first door to reveal a giant pink room. Of course Max chose this to be the girl's room, but that does not take away how impressive it is. Four massive beds fill up the space, with a tall ceiling holding a crystal chandelier above them. Two large glass doors touch both the ceiling and the floor, leading to a black balcony with an amazing view of the city of Iwata. It looks like something out of a princess castle.

"COOL!" Julia immediately runs around, probably knocking over stuff and looking in places she should not. Mechanica follows, having to duck it's upper body to get in through the door, and sits down near one of the beds.

Julia runs into the bathroom as the other three women of the group enter, "This is a very beautiful room." Chevette says.

"I'll say," Kaitlyn hops on to her bed and starts jumping up and down, "This place rocks!"

"Beats a storage room." Minako brings up.

"THE TOWELS ARE SCENTED PINEAPPLE. WHAT." Julia yells happily from the bathroom.

Naoto enters the second room, which is slightly less elegant than the girls, but it is still really good. The walls are a dark blue, with the same balcony layout, except with three beds instead of four. A couple of chairs fill up the area near the balcony doors, along with a racecar track lining the bottom of the walls, making it, truly, a boy's room.

Damien shoves Naoto out of the way, "DIBS!" the livestreamer quickly hops on to one of the beds.

"No one was fighting you to get that particular bed, Kid Cobra." Naoto says, setting himself down on one of the other beds.

"I got it, though, didn't I?" Damien's logic does not make too much sense to Naoto, but it does not faze him. He has heard worse logic from Julia on many occasions.

Armando and Ricardo also enter the room, seeing that there is only one bed left. "Uhm, actually," Naoto catches their attention, "I am almost certain that the last bed is for that Andy guy."

"We don't sleep anyway." Armando casually says as the two bodyguards sit in the chairs by the balcony in unison, like how they do everything. Naoto feels like he should say something else, but decides to just let this be.

Gregory and Hamilton both enter the last room with Helix. The room is almost pure white, with carpet instead of hardwood floors like the other two. It continues the trend of a balcony and holds three beds. "My, this is quite the hotel room." Hamilton states.

"Better than your last room, huh Helix?" Gregory laughs as Helix runs around the white room, which was not the best fit for a green blob monster that leaves gooey tracks wherever he goes.

Everyone continues to settle down in their respective rooms at the Spring Hotel until Max enters the girl's room, "Hey, real quick, I need-"

"Out!" Chevette commands.

"But, I-"

"You said this room was only for girls. Begone!" Kaitlyn plays along.

Max looks unamused. Julia chucks a pillow at his face, causing him to growl as the girls laugh, "Look, I need to see Ribbon Girl and I need to see her now!"

Kaitlyn sees this comment as coming out of nowhere, "Oh. Well, alright then, I'm on my way."

As Kaitlyn gets off her bed and heads to the door, she pasts by Chevette, who is giving off a knowing smile, making Kaitlyn feel a tiny bit uneasy about the situation. Max holds the door open as Kaitlyn exits the room. When Max closes the door, the two bodyguards suddenly appear behind it, "D'WUAH!" Max jumps back.

"Why do you need Miss Pleat?" Ricardo firmly asks.

"Uh, uh, I just need to bring her to the Brass Tower real quick for, you know, purposes involving the Grand Prix." Max explains, not convincing the bodyguards, "... You two can tag along, if you want."

"There you go." Armando says.

Hey everyone! I am going to do something special for this chapter: An intermission! That's right! If you haven't, I want you to go do something real quick and come back and finish this off. Like, go grab a snack, go use the restroom, or go watch a YouTube video or something. Don't stop reading though, as the next parts are going to be... Interesting. You'll see what I mean. So, go stand up and stretch, drink some water, do some quick exercises, you know, something I haven't done since I started writing this chapter. Ugh. And if you don't want to stop reading, then you can just read this blob of bolded text for a bit. And if you don't want to have a quick 1-on-1 with me, you can continue with the story; it's right underneath this block.

The reason I wanted to do an intermission is because this chapter, by itself, is longer than the first three chapters combined. Isn't that insane? How do I go from writing a tiny little sticky note to one chapter that is over 20,000 words? It's mind-boggling. Speaking of which, I was wondering something. Would you guys be interested in me doing a re-write of the last six chapters? I went and read them right before I started this just to get back in the feel for it, but the thing is that those chapters are almost a year old now, and they are noticeably bad at some parts. By the way, the anniversary for this story is coming up in a couple of days, but I didn't want to wait and upload this then just because of a date no one really cares about. (The anniversary is the 24th of June, by the way).

So, would that be something you readers would want? If I did a re-write, I would not only go in and fix grammar, but I would add plenty of new content that helps bring all the chapters together more coherently. Thing is, though, is that I won't have time to be making Chapter 8 if I did that. So, which one should I do? Re-writes or continue the story? I am interested to hear your responses to that. Make sure to do it later once you are done reading, though, and not now. You don't want to spoil yourself, especially if you read the chapter's title.

But yeah, make sure to leave in your review what you thought of this chapter. It's been a year, so sorry if I'm a bit rusty. I just wanted to put this intermission here just so I can say some words directly to you, since I didn't at the beginning and I won't at the end... see you there soon, hehe...

Alright, ready? Let's get back into this. Just a refresher for people who ACTUALLY left, Max Brass just called Kaitlyn out of the room for some reason. Let's continue our reading, shall we?

Kaitlyn and the two bodyguards, along with Biff and Debbie, are led by Max into the large elevator at Brass Tower, where they then rise close to the top of the giant building, but not all the way; about a couple floors under where Max's office is. When the door opens, a recording studio with a giant green screen wall appears in front of them, with the old lady from the Tower's front desk setting up a giant camera, as ordered by Brass.

"Esmeralda! How's it goin'?" Max finger guns Esmeralda as the group enters the room.

"Couldn't be better." Esmeralda responds, having no emotion in her voice, obviously not meaning what she said.

Biff continues his conversation with Ricardo about their love of popsicles, "You simply must try the one's from Sunrise Shar-Pei, their popsicles are the best I've ever tasted, they are filled to the brim with blueberry."

"Mmmm." Ricardo gets lost in his thoughts of blueberry popsicles.

Kaitlyn tries to gather as much intel as she can about the strange sports commentator. He can eat food, so he's not a robot, because then his little inside doohickeys would catch on fire or something, Kaitlyn thought, But then what is he? Her mind then goes back to Julia's rant about aliens.

As the pop singer tries to narrow down the possible choices, Max interrupts her thought process, "And here we are!" Max waves his hand to the green screen as if he is revealing a new car at a gameshow.

"So, what is 'here'?" Kaitlyn asks.

"Ya' see, no one has really heard from you since the concert. All that your fans have seen is just that you've joined the game," Max explains his plan, "So, I thought, who better to do a promo for the Grand Prix than the fan favorite herself?"

Kaitlyn is still on edge, "That sounds reasonable, I guess-"

"BRILLIANT MOVE, COMMISSIONER!" Biff congratulates, "I couldn't have possibly thought of a better contender to rev up those viewers than the RAVISHING Ribbon Girl!"

"... Does he... always talk like that?" Kaitlyn asks.

"He's a sports commentator," Max answers, "Of course he does."

As Esmeralda gets the shoot ready, Max runs over a grabs a group of papers that were laying on a nearby desk. It is held together by a paperclip made of gold, "Now," Max hands the papers to Kaitlyn, "All I need you to do is read these lines in front of the camera, and add a little 'spice' here and there."

Kaitlyn looks through the promotional material's script, which has lines for both her, Max, and Biff, being the background announcer. She then begins to read her lines, "... I... I can't say these things."

Max shrugs his shoulder and gives off a confused smile, "Why not? All you do is get in front of the camera and just read the paper."

Kaitlyn continues reading the script. "Mr. Brass, why are all of my parts about how much I don't like Maibe?"

"Because, here's the tagline, little girl. I already have this set up," Max gets into an odd announcement stance, "'Ribbon Girl vs Master Mummy: The Encore Everyone's Been Waiting For! Tune in as Ribbon Girl seeks her unruly revenge on the rampaging monster that all of Iwata hates and fears!' Great, huh? Thought of it myself. It will bring in so many viewers."

"I'm still not following... on multiple levels." Kaitlyn reads the harsh words that she must say.

"It's going to be the main event Friday night, sweetheart. We just need you to hype it up for the camera." Max Brass says.

"But, I don't actually think these things about Maibe. I don't hate him, like, at all. He's a very nice guy-"

"For the sake of television, Ribbon Girl does," Max walks away, "Now, go get in front of the camera and read those lines."

"But, I can't." Kaitlyn places her foot down on the conversation, although very softly.

Max sits in a director's chair in the shadows of the room and stares at her, "Ugh," He moans, "Biff, can you please explain to her how this works, I don't feel like dealing with this no more."

"Will do, Commissioner!" Biff waddles in front of Kaitlyn, "You see, Ribbon Girl, although the fighting and action in the ARMS Grand Prix is real, the storylines told with those fights are entirely fiction. The nicknames, the rivalries, the backstabs, all predetermined by the backstage writers, who, in our case, consists of Mr. Brass."

"Fake, huh?" Kaitlyn thinks back to the story Julia was telling. I totally called it, Kaitlyn thought.

"Yes, ma'am!" Biff says, "'Louie Libre' didn't really hate 'Armstrong'. Only on television he does. Max Jackson and Louis Graham were actually pretty close; went bowling every Wednesday."

"Ok, but, do I really have to say... all of these things? On T.V.?" Kaitlyn points towards the script.

"If we want to sell the main event, then yep," Max hops back into the conversation, "Look, everyone knows that it's fake anyway. This is all, you know, for fun."

"For fun... Well..." Kaitlyn thinks about this decision. She has always been told by producers at Ribbonic Records that she and Ribbon Girl are two separate entities, one real and one fictional, but this could be taking it too far.

Armando and Ricardo both walk up to Kaitlyn, "Do you wish to leave, Miss Pleat?" Armando asks.

"What? No!" Max stands back up and starts marching towards Kaitlyn, "She can't leave! She has to do this-"

"Hey, back off!" Ricardo yells.

"Down, Ricardo," Kaitlyn orders, "... I'll do it. If it's all fake and everyone knows that, I'm sure Maibe wouldn't mind... A little playful banter."

Kaitlyn gives off a quick fake smile, making Max excited, "Great! Let's get this started. You're up first, 'Ribbon Girl'."

With that, Kaitlyn steps on to the green screen in front of Esmeralda's camera as Max heads back to his director's chair. Esmeralda hits the record button and begins filming Kaitlyn, "... Uh," Kaitlyn seems confused, "Do I just start?"

"Yeah!" Max yells from off in the distance. Debbie holds a boom microphone above Kaitlyn's head.

"... Can I, like, have you guys read your part so I can get a feel for it?" Kaitlyn asks Biff and Max.

"Flag-Nabbin'-Shoe-Shinin'-Horse-Ridin'..." Max mutters to himself as he pulls out a script. Biff does the same.

Biff begins the promo, "'Live Friday night, from the re-opening of Spring Stadium, comes the long awaited return of the ARMS Grand Prix!' Cue music."

"We have a famous singer comin' in from Japan for music," Max explains, already going off the script, "Name's Eliana, or somethin' like that."

Biff continues, "'Watch as ten elite athletes stretch their limits and go for victory using awesome extendable arms and fight like never before! Including the '"Man of Mystery' Helix, the 'Ramen Bomber' Min Min, and, of course, the highly anticipated 'Student of Stealth' Ninjara!'"

Kaitlyn gives off a quick giggle in the middle of Biff's reading, "Sorry! Sorry, just... 'Ramen Bomber'!"

"I came up with it myself!" Max says, proud of his wordplay that took far too long than it should have.

"'And for the main event: It's the encore everyone's been waiting for! Tune in as the 'Airess' Ribbon Girl seeks her unruly revenge on the rampaging monster that all of Iwata hates and fears, the 'Grim Creeper' Master Mummy!'"

Kaitlyn stands still for a moment, just listening to Biff's voice. It's so engaging. Suddenly Brass fiercely points at Ribbon Girl, causing her to realize it was her turn to speak, "Oh! Uh... 'I'm ready to get my hands on that arena and prove that I'm not just some happy-go-lucky pop singer!'"

"Good! Good..." Max says, listening and reading along very carefully.

"'I'm fighting for all the girls out there to show that we can bring the punch like any stupid ol' guy can, so don't underestimate what I can do!' Aw, that's nice, a good message for girls out there-"

"Shhh! Keep going!" Max waves off Kaitlyn's comments.

Kaitlyn rolls her eyes and gets back into the script, "'Ribbon Girl is ready to fight and throw anyone who thinks they can beat me into the trash like your grandma's dirty smellin' garbage!'" That last part makes Kaitlyn chuckle a bit, "Sorry."

"We'll do another take, just keep on going." Max orders.

"'Make sure to bring your family to go see Friday's main event, where I take on that crook that totally crashed my concert'," Kaitlyn is getting to the part she does not like, and it is noticeable in her voice that she is not comfortable with it, "'He's going to wish he never messed up my rhythm after I'm through with him.' Geez, how long is my part?"

"Oh!" Max sits up, "We'll cut out some parts of it, don't worry. We just want as much footage as we can for the editors to play around with."

"That makes sense..." Kaitlyn hunts for her spot she lost, "... 'You say you have the power of Egypt on your side, but who exactly is going to save you when you're face to face with me? I'll see you Friday night... pal.'"

"Punk." Max corrects.

"They both work the same way," Kaitlyn explains before going back to the script, "'The ARMS Grand Prix has been gone and has stayed dead for many years, but I am excited to bring it back and host the first main event LIVE! See you there!' How was that?"

"... I thought it was pretty good." Biff jumps in.

"A couple more takes wouldn't hurt." Max says, circling some parts of the script. Kaitlyn gives him a thumbs up and the crew rehearses from the beginning.

The sun's light slowly wanes for the buildings of Iwata as the traffic lights and car headlights all began to glow in the night. Streetlamps light up the roads with a rich dark orange, shining on five very unique characters on the sidewalk, although not entirely out of place with the abnormality of the usual residents of the city. These four include Byte, Barq, Andy, Montu and Maibe, who have all recently just left Etika's Pizza Pie'as. At the moment, Andy and Maibe are trying to ride on top of Barq like how Byte is able to do.

"You need to put your left foot on his forehead, Shurbak, not in the air like you're trying to outdo Bruce Lee." Byte infoms Andy, who is having a hard time getting on top of Barq to begin riding him.

"I-I got it! I-" Andy gives out a big burp, "Got it!" Andy is able to place his left foot on top of Barq, holding himself up by grabbing onto the robot dog's snout with his hands.

Andy lets go of the nose and tries to catch his balance on top of Barq, "I did it! Now, WHOOOSH!" He holds his hand out in front of him, telling the bot to go forward.

Byte nods his head, and Barq immediately bucks Andy off like a raging bull, sending him flying.

Andy slams right into the side of a brick wall and slowly slides down. "... Ow."

"You were better than last time," Byte reassures, "Although last time Barq directly shot you in the crotch region, but hey, it's still an improvement."

"I AM MAIBE!" Maibe jumps at Barq and goes for a bear hug. The dog then jumps in the air and dropkicks Maibe with his one wheel, knocking the mummy away.

"BARQ!" Barq yells as if he wants more.

Montu goes up to Maibe, who is laying on the ground in pain, and licks his nose, "AHH, MY DIGNITY!"

"This. This is fun." Byte happily says. The robot cop is enjoying getting back at the two terrorists- his words and not mine- for all the times they have angered him. He is doing this by simply taking advantage of the situation. Andy and Maibe's pizza eating contest actually went on for a couple of hours, and there was no declared winner. Instead, both of them saw a bird fly by outside and both decided to chase it down until they lost track of it. They then began to stumble around the streets of Iwata, finding things to do.

The reason for the stumbling is because, due to their gluttonous consumption of Italian dishes, Andy and Maibe have now reached a state any pizza-lovers knows where the mind goes blurry and vision becomes impaired. Simply put, the two are 'pizza drunk'.

Byte, who has dealt with plenty of drunk individuals on Buster Beach, knows exactly how to force the two to make fools of themselves, which is to ask them to do something they can never accomplish. When someone becomes 'pizza drunk', they will not stop trying to complete any challenge given to them until a new one arises and replaces it. For example, they chased that bird for a good hour. Half of the time they were chasing an airplane, but still.

Now, Byte has challenged them to ride on the back of Barq, who Byte is secretly telling to hit them or buck them off at the right time for the amusement for both robots. This was also payback for Byte not being able to see Debbie, who rode up to the pizza restaurant with Max Brass and offered the four to see their new apartments. Andy and Maibe declined, and Byte was forced by his programming objectives to stick with Maibe. So, having them trip and fall off of Barq is hilarious to Byte.

"Come on boys, it's just like riding a hoverboard, only extremely harder and nothing like riding a hoverboard." Byte tells the two as they duke it out with the dog-head.

Andy and Maibe are now going 2-on-1 on Barq, and are still losing considerably. If Barq entered the Grand Prix without Byte, he could still hold his own, easily.

"YOU WILL NOT DEFEAT ME, EVIL CREATURE!" Maibe yells when he is pizza drunk.

"Ehooold 'em bah da' sunglaaaasses." Andy slurs when he is pizza drunk.

"Oh yeah, you have him now." Byte laughs when he picks on helpless pizza drunks.

Andy tries his best to get on top of Barq, using Maibe's head as a prop for his hand, "Come on Maibe! Use 'dat Pharaoh Fury!"

Suddenly, Maibe lets go of Barq and backs away, letting Andy fall on to the pavement, "What did you say?"

Andy brushes his gym shorts off and makes sure his silky blue hair is in order, "You know, your Pharaoh Fury move, that move you used to beat me up a while back."

He is referring to the Ribbon Girl concert where, right before Minako stepped in, Maibe began to glow a bright yellow and started to release punch after punch at Andy and Kaitlyn, who were both incapacitated at that moment. Maibe realizes this, "Oh, that. I, uh... Well, anyone can do it, I just yell 'PHARAOH FURY' for, uh..."

"Showmanship or to be obnoxious?" Byte gives him the choice.

"Yes!" Maibe is a little all over the place.

"So," Andy burps again, "Anyone can do it?"

"Anyone with the arms."

Andy thinks for a moment, "Can you teach me to 'PHARAOH FURY' too?" Andy yells the phrase like Maibe did.

Maibe is a bit caught off guard by this sudden request. He has many personal reasons as to why he should not teach Andy how to perform such a move, but then decides to do it anyway, "You can't use my phrase, though."

"Oh, uh..." Andy's brain is still filled with food, "Can I say 'PIZZA POWER'?!"

"That's already taken," Byte says, "By overgrown mutated pubescent ninja reptiles."

"... Can I meet them?" Maibe asks.

Maibe asks Byte where there is enough room to do some powerful training in the city of Iwata and Byte, reluctantly, takes the two to Fils-Aime Park, riding on the top of Barq while doing so. This is the same park where Kaitlyn and Minako scared Andy by pretending to be muggers, which is kind of weird thinking about it now.

The four end up at a clearing right outside the basketball gym. The side of the gym is spray-painted large green graffiti art. "Dang hooligans!" Byte complains, "Do gang members just carry around spray-paint and Sharpies everywhere they go?"

"They're the bad boy art students." Andy jokes. Byte goes up to the graffiti art and begins to wash it off using a built-in water gun. The graffiti is simple, just a green skull with a lightning bolt running through one eye.

Andy tries his best to watch Maibe with the only light source being the now sprung-up moon and a large blue streetlamp above them, "Alright," Maibe begins, "Every person who has the arms can unlock their true power by focusing their energy into... themselves. Does that makes sense?"

"Perfectly." Maibe's silly explanations are crystal clear and informative to Andy.

"You want to get all of your energy and put it right here." Maibe puts his hands on the middle of his chest.

"Your heart?"

"Sternum."

"Oh." Andy tries to figure out the logic behind that, "Why though?"

"Because your bones are always moving, rubbing against each other, forming energy," With Egyptians having to mummify people's bodies, along with removing brains and internal organs, they all became renowned anatomists, "And all the bones are connected. If you are able to place all your energy into one spot, then you can release it at will. And you want to release it into your arms."

"... Mmkay, sounds easy enough." Andy says, totally understanding how to do it.

"Alright, now, focus everything on to the middle of your body, use your mind, your soul, and yourself." Maibe gets into a fighting stance, and so does Andy.

Andy tries to focus his energy into the middle, "... Am I suppose to be feeling anything right now?" He yells.

"Do you feel a tiny bit tingly?" Maibe asks.

"... A little."

"You're doing it then."

"Oh. Ok." Andy continues to focus his energy.

The two just stare at each other for what feels like a minute or so. The cat and robot dog nearby, who have been watching, look very confused.

"... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-" Maibe begins to slowly raise his voice.

Andy seems concerned, but follows the teacher anyway, "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-"

Maibe gets louder, "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-"

"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-"

"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAH-"

"aaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-" The two are now full on screaming at each other.

"Ok, I'm done." Byte walks back to the group, "Now, what are you two do... ing…"

He walks in on both of them just screaming as loud as they can facing one another, nothing happening. "Barq?" Barq asks.

"No, don't call the ambulance... yet." Byte waves down at Barq.

Suddenly, Maibe's irises begin to spin. Andy sees this and tries screaming louder, focusing his energy as hard as he can into the middle of his body.

"Meow." Montu says.

"What is it, vermin?" Byte then looks down at where Montu is looking. The ground around Maibe is beginning to crack. Byte switches his hand into tickle taser mode as a precaution.

The air around Maibe begins to change into a faint yellowish color. Maibe is beginning to reach full power, while Andy still has nothing.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Andy lets out.

"COME ON BOY, FOCUS! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Maibe says, his irises now spinning rapidly.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"COME ON!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"FOCUS!" The air around Maibe is beginning to glow brightly, as if yellow fire is radiating off of Maibe's body.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Andy feels a lot more tingly than he was before.

"FOCUS ON THAT STERNUM!" Maibe yells.

"WHAT IS HAPPENING?!" Byte yells, scared.

"eeeeeeYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Yellow flames suddenly burst out of Andy's body like a firework, reaching all the way to Maibe and the robots. Byte quickly jumps in front of the cat and robot dog to protect them from the flame as it full on hits Maibe.

Maibe falls to the ground, losing the yellow glow around him. His face shows happiness and suspense, "THAT'S IT BOY!" Maibe gets back to his feet, "Now... RELEASE IT!"

"PIZZA POOOOOOWEEEEEEER!" Andy suddenly shoots up into the air, going up to about twenty feet in distance. When he reaches the peak of his jump, he loses his glow and begins falling straight down, "Catch me, catch me, catchmecatchmeCATCHMECATCHMECATCHME! AAAAH!"

"BOY!" Maibe quickly runs underneath Andy, who then lands on top of him, slamming both on to the park's ground.

"... Ok, I just saw a flying deadbeat college kid, is someone going to explain what just happened?" Byte asks, getting up from the ground. Montu and Barq are perfectly fine, while the back of Byte is slightly burnt.

"Did you... release your energy?" Maibe asks, underneath Andy.

"Y-Yeah."

"... Did you release it into your legs instead of your arms?"

Andy realizes now what he did, "Dang it."

Maibe gives out a hearty laugh as the two stand up. "Hey, boy, that was still pretty good. At least you know how to focus your energy."

"Thanks, man!" Andy says, "But, how did you start glowing during concert without screaming at the top of your lungs for a couple of minutes."

"When you're fighting, your bones rub against each other faster, building up a lot more energy much quicker. We were just standing still." Maibe explains, having a big grin on his face for some reason.

After that, the two of them sit on a nearby black bench, Montu near Maibe's feet, and Barq and Byte, who has his arms crossed trying to look cool, standing to the side. They all stare at the far city lights, the buildings with small glowing squares scattered all over them, making giant patterns of yellow. The moon shines on the group with a crescent smile.

"An old wise man taught me how to do it back in Al Minya." Maibe explains.

"No kidding. Did everyone back then know how to do it, or?" Andy asks, sober from his 'pizza drunkness' by now.

"Uhm," Maibe thinks, unsure of how to answer the question, "... A few did. You didn't really know if someone had the ability or not until they pulled it out during the last few moments of a fight. You know, keeping it as a surprise reveal for the crowd. That's what I did, at least."

"So, you were a showman? That's chill." Andy smirks.

"Entertainment was my hobby, yes," Maibe bends down and pets Montu, "Hearing the crowds of people cheer for me when I won a match was amazing. It was truly a blessing from the Gods. Let me tell you, Egyptians easily beat anyone I've seen here since I've arrived."

"I can believe it." Andy jokes.

"I mean, your people are not doing that bad, in all honesty, I mean, look at those things," Maibe points towards the buildings, "Those are fantastic. But Egypt... it is my home, where I originate. It's where my family lives... lived."

Andy does not respond back because he does not know how to. Maibe speaks back up, "You remind me a lot of my son."

"Really, how?"

"Well," Maibe smiles, "You and him were both the same age, you both had the same carefreeness, and... you're both still just boys."

Andy rolls his eyes, as Maibe refers to the ball game that he told Andy about back in the interrogation, "Ha ha, very funny."

"... I never got to teach him how to focus his energy." Maibe says.

"Wait, did he have the-"

"Arms? Yes. Maibe II had the gift from the Gods, most likely got it from me." Maibe explains. Andy now sees what has been going on in Maibe's head in the past thirty minutes or so. "I was thinking, earlier, that I could maybe one day walk to Egypt and search for them. My family."

"Why not, man? I'm sure Byte will take you." Andy points to the robot.

"What? No! We are staying put. I can't stand sand between my gears." Byte argues.

Maibe laughs, "Yeah, we will be staying put. I doubt I'll find anything, anyway."

They all sit quietly, staring out into the city. "Yo," Andy starts the conversation back up, "Thanks for teaching me that, though. I respect that."

"I was unsure earlier whether or not I should have taught you it." Maibe says.

"How come? You thought it was going to be a waste of time or somethin'?" Andy looks down at the grass that is growing near the bench.

"No, nothing like that." Maibe smiles, but it fades away rather quickly, "Earlier you asked me if anyone back in my day knew how to do it. Truth is, a lot of other Egyptians with the arms did. But those people did not fight in games like we do now. They were bad people. The type who destroyed villages, separated families, and forced their rule over innocent lives who couldn't fight back. They were killers, and they were using the gift from the Gods for evil purposes."

"Man..." Andy quietly says to himself.

"So, I made it my job to stop them myself," Maibe explains, "If people couldn't stand up for themselves, then I would."

"Hey, that's pretty cool of you." Andy says.

"There was nobody back then to do it, so it was up to me." Maibe explains. Byte lowers his arms and looks at Maibe.

"You were... A police officer." Byte says.

"Based off what I see you do, then yes. I guess I was." Maibe drops the bombshell hard on Byte. Maibe turns back to Andy, "Listen, boy. I need you to continue my mission. If you see anyone using the gift from the Gods to harm innocent people, then I need you to stop them. Times change, people don't."

Something pops into Andy's head and, like how Andy always does, he says it out loud, "Say, isn't that kind of like what you did? Back at the concert?"

Maibe looks down, where he sees Montu is sleeping, "... Yes."

Maibe does not look back up. Andy tries to fix the situation. He is never good with finding the right thing to say, "Sorry, that probably wasn't the best thing-"

"No, you're right," Maibe stops Andy, "I did do exactly what those heathens did back in Egypt. I beat myself up for it everyday. I just didn't want to say anything because... Ya' know..."

"I get it, man." Andy responds.

"... Well," Maibe continues his 'back-in-the-day' stories, like the ones he always tells, "After stopping those people over and over, I thought to myself, 'Hey!' that's me talking to myself, 'Why don't I become the pharaoh?' If I actually had power instead of being a travelling entertainer, then I could solve the arm-crimes much faster and save a lot more Egyptian lives. So, I made it my life's purpose."

"And that's what you did?" Andy asks.

"Well, I think, at least." Maibe answers, "I mean, I went to Cairo and yelled, "I AM NOW THE PHARAOH' and just acted like I was pharaoh from then on. Thinking back now, I do not believe that is how it would have worked."

"Definitely not." Byte says.

"But, if Adafulu was not going to do anything, than I had to try." Maibe explains his reasoning. The people of Cairo at the time had no idea who Maibe was and did not know what he had done, all the people he had saved, so they brushed him off as some kind of loon with special arms, "And if anyone actually considered me pharaoh, then that didn't last long because..."

Maibe's voice trails off. Andy doesn't know what he was about to say, but Byte does. The mummy speaks back up, "You know, it's funny, I made that my life's purpose- to become pharaoh- and, let's be honest, I completely failed. But now I'm back. I have a second chance. And I have no idea what my purpose is now."

"... It could be to find your family?" Andy picks up from the statement earlier.

"Possibly, yes..." Maibe looks at Andy, "You have a purpose, boy?"

Andy puts his back against the bench and thinks for a moment, "Man, I have no idea. I'm in college with no idea where I'm going with it, I suck at sticking to a job, and I have no girl or anything. I'm just cruisin' with the waves and seeing where I land, I guess."

Maibe grins, "That is not the smartest thing to do."

"Hey, it led me to have a philosophical chat with a mummy, I think it's working out for me." Andy jokes. Maibe laughs out loud.

"I guess so. And don't worry about the women. As far as I know, the Gods will have you with her eventually if you are meant to be together. And when you're in that moment, you'll know she is the one." Maibe explains.

"Geez, you sound like a Dad." Andy tells him.

"I wonder why!" Maibe tries his best with the jokes, "I was in the same position as you are now, not feeling special, not with a purpose. Except I was face first in the middle of the desert, but hey, still counts. But, I kept on reminding myself about something that always cheered me up. You want to know what it was?"

"What?" Andy asks.

"There are many different people in the world, people who look different, sound different, act different, you understand. But there is only one of me. Only one. If you looked, you would not find another me. And, because of that, I am special. Because the only me is me. Only one King Maibe. Only one boy! And that means the Gods have a purpose for me and for me only."

Andy gives off a smile, "Wow. I never thought of it that way."

"So, next time you feel you have no purpose, just think that and you will pick yourself right out of that desert and BACK to your camel!" Maibe cheers.

"Up top to only having one Maibe and one Andy!" Andy holds his hand out for Maibe, who high-fives it. Andy taught him how to high-five a while back. Andy turns to Byte, who has been looking off in the distance for a long time, "Hey, Byte. What's your life purpose?"

"... What?" Byte asks, facing the two.

"Yeah, annoying one! What do you want to do with yourself?" Maibe tries to get Byte to talk.

"I don't have to respond to either of you." Byte turns back around.

"Oh, come on, you party-pooper," Andy says, "We're all in too deep for you to not share your robot feelings."

"I'm not doing that." Byte says, one last time.

"Come ooooon." Andy pressures innocently.

"No."

"Byte!"

"No!"

"Tell us!"

"I'm not telling you anything!" Byte get's a bit louder.

"Come on, man, share your feelings! LET IT OUT!" Andy yells.

"NO, I WILL NOT!" Byte yells back.

"WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE-"

"I DON'T HAVE ONE!" Byte yells, startling Maibe and Andy. Strange noises begin to come out of Byte's microphone. He brings his hand up to his face and adjusts it, "... I don't have one."

Andy does not know what to do, "... Byte-"

"While you and Grimace over there are celebrating, saying 'Oh, there's only one of us, so we're special!' Well, guess what?" Byte angrily says, "There's plenty of me running around the entire nation! I have no purpose; I'm just a prototype! I'm just the test dummy for some executive in another country who's going to eventually make a better version of me in the future. A better Police Android Unit!"

"Byte-"

"And when that time comes, I'll get thrown away like all the other electronics do. You know that phone you got in your pocket? Yeah, their making a superior version of it next year, and when that happens, you'll just throw that one away and buy a new one." Byte explains, not catching a breath because he does not need to, "That will be me! I will be inferior! My dog will be inferior! Do you really think that I would look for a purpose for my existence when my future is already being programmed off in Tokyo or wherever the heck it is now?!"

Byte calms down for a second, stopping his rush of words, "Don't you get it?" Byte says softly, "I'm replaceable."

Andy and Maibe look at the robot, shocked. Barq goes up to Byte slowly, pouting. Byte sees this and reaches out to him. He pets Barq on the forehead. "Byte," Andy tries to figure out what to say, "... You're not replaceable."

"Tell that to my production number on the bottom of my shoe." Byte argues.

"You're not replaceable," Andy repeats, "Hey... Thanks for sharing, my man. It really means a lot."

"Yes," Maibe says, "We all now have a bond with each other that can never be broken."

"We're all true bros now!" Andy looks at Maibe and Byte.

Byte thinks, "... You two better not tell anyone what I said."

"Oh, definitely not!" Maibe immediately says.

"Yeah, yeah, everything we said tonight, 'PHEWP', into the vault!" Andy adds.

"Barq!" Barq agrees.

"Meow." Montu wakes up.

"Good." Byte says.

So, with that, the group leaves Fils-Aime Park and heads back onto the street, walking down the sidewalk. The moon's light illuminates for the buildings of Iwata as the traffic lights and car headlights all continue their glow. Streetlamps light up the roads with a rich dark orange, shining on five very unique characters that have now all grown closer to one another.

As if out of nowhere, the famous golden limo rolls up beside the gang, and the driver seat's window is rolled down to reveal Debbie, once again driving. "You guys want a ride to your new apartment?" She repeats.

"Oh yeah, right, new apartments. I completely forgot about that." Andy says.

Debbie tilts her head, "Well, where were you walking towards just now?"

"... No idea." Andy laughs, along with Maibe. Byte is riding on top of Barq, waving at Debbie.

The golden robot maid unlocks the backdoor and Andy steps in to see Kaitlyn with her bodyguards. "Yo! There you guys are!" Kaitlyn says, her face lighting up.

"S'up Kate." Andy finds a quick seat, facing towards Kaitlyn.

Maibe gets inside next, but quickly jumps back and screams, "GOOD HORUS, WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?!"

Andy looks at what Maibe sees and immediately gets out of his seat and backs away, "Hello fighters!" The small commentator greets, "I am your Official ARMS Grand Prix Commentator, Biff!"

Both Andy and Maibe look at Kaitlyn for answers, "... He's cool." She says.

The two, now cautiously, sits down- along with Montu- and Maibe looks for Byte, "Hey, you! Are you coming or what?"

Byte is still outside on top of Barq, "No, I am not coming!" Byte then rolls up to Debbie. He begins to act like he is super cool, "Listen here, doll, I need to head back down to the police station real quick- got some important things to attend to- so I hope you don't mind watching those two fellas in the back for me, would ya'? Especially the big one."

"Will do, Officer." Debbie replies.

Suddenly, Byte feels are strange sensation and then a clicking noise comes out of his microphone, "... What just happened?"

"Oh," Debbie starts, "I took your programmed objectives and placed them for myself. I will make sure to keep an eye on those two, especially Mr. Maibe, for you."

Byte is very surprised, "Wait? You mean... I don't have to watch over those two anymore? I'm free?!"

"Yes, it appears so." Debbie says.

A rush of happiness flows through the officer robot as he begins hopping around, "I'm free! I don't have to watch Maibe anymore! High-five Barq!" Byte lowers his hand towards Barq. The dog headbutts it. "YEAH!"

"Congratulations." Debbie notes.

"I can go do whatever I want! I can knock over this trash can!" Byte kicks over a trash can onto the sidewalk. He picks it back up, "I won't, because I am the law, but still, WOOPEE!"

Byte then runs back towards the limo to Debbie, "Say, you open Saturday?"

"Hey!" Max Brass appears in the passenger seat.

"Oh, uh, hi! Didn't see you there! Well, I must be on my way!" Byte jumps back on top of Barq, "See you guys later! WOOHOO!" With that, Byte rides Barq down the sidewalk and disappears into the city.

"You look tired." Andy says, talking about Kaitlyn.

"I. Am. Exhausted." Kaitlyn slams her back into the leather booth of the limo in frustration. She was at the Brass Tower for such a long time doing retakes and other promotional material than when she looked out the window, it was dark outside.

"Exhausted?" Maibe asks, "Doing what?"

"Oh, you'll see." Kaitlyn smiles at the mummy. "Say, who won the pizza-eating contest?"

"Me." Andy and Maibe both say in unison. They both give a stern look at each other afterwards, which essentially saying to each other, What did you say, punk? This causes Kaitlyn to laugh.

"Well," Kaitlyn finishes her giggling, "Let me tell you about these apartments."

The door to the girl's room at the Spring Hotel flings open, revealing Kaitlyn. "Heeeeey!"

The scene in the room is what to be expected; Julia and Minako are both playing on one bed and Chevette is laying down, propping herself with a pillow, reading a magazine. Everyone is in their pajamas, making a noticeable contrast between them and the fully get-upped Ribbon Girl.

"Hey Kate!" Minako says.

"S'UP!" Julia yells.

"Welcome back." Chevette lowers her magazine, "How was it?"

Kaitlyn groans loudly, "I am soooo worn out! UGH!" the pop singer flops herself down onto her bed, face first. She closes her eyes for a moment, but then opens them to see a metal dinosaur beside her head. "What's this?"

"A stegosaurus going 'rawr'." Minako tells her.

"Cute!" Kaitlyn picks it up while remaining in her laying down position.

"So, where did you go, exactly?" Julia asks.

Kaitlyn sits up, pushing her hair out of her face, "Oh, it was-"

"Miss Laymor," Debbie enters the room, "We would like to see you now."

Kaitlyn looks at the maid made of brass, and then back at Julia, "Looks like you're about to find out, Lil' J."

"Oh boy..." Julia rolls her eyes, as she as about to go to bed. "Will this take as long as whatever Kaitlyn did?"

"Hopefully not," Debbie announces, "Please follow me."

With that, Julia exits the room and Kaitlyn looks over at Minako's bed. There are so many metal dinosaurs. "Uh, Min Min... Why?"

"Because," Minako picks up a good ol' Brachio, "They sell."

About thirty minutes in and Andy and Maibe are both already settled into the hotel and are enjoying it. Andy bunked with Naoto and Damien in the blue room, along with Armando and Ricardo, while Maibe is in the white room, which hosts Helix and the two scientists, Gregory and Hamilton.

In Andy's room, Damien is trying to come up with nicknames for everybody, "Ok, ok." Kid Cobra says, "I am 'Snake Brotha'', you are 'Sneaky Brotha'', you two are 'Suit Brotha' One' and 'Suit Brotha' Two', and you are... 'Springy Brotha'."

"I am down with 'Springy Brother'-"

"'Springy BROTHA'!" Damien corrects.

"Ok, ok, 'Springy BROTHA'!" Andy fixes.

"I am not going to refer to you four by nicknames," Naoto ruins the fun, "And no one is allowed to call me 'Sneaky Brotha'."

"What was that, 'Sneaky Brotha'?" Damien asks.

"Yeah, I didn't hear you, 'Sneaky Brotha'." Andy plays along. Naoto shakes his head and lays down, trying to go to sleep.

Damien comes up with a brilliant thought, "You know what we should do? We should form a pack! An alliance! And call ourselves ''Da Brothas'. It would be perfect!"

"From how that strange yellow dude explained it to me on the way here," Andy is talking about Biff, who spent the entire limo trip retelling him and the mummy how the Grand Prix will work, "I don't think an alliance would work in that style."

"I wouldn't doubt it." Damien says.

"Look, we are not forming an alliance-" As Naoto talks, a faint knock is heard on the door from the outside.

"NOSE GOES!" Andy quickly puts his finger on his nose. Naoto does the same, doing it by instinct, followed by both the bodyguards. Damien could not because he has a mask on.

"It is you, 'Snake Brotha'." Armando says.

"Dang!" Damien gets out from his bed and walks over to the door and opens it, "WASSAH'- oh?"

The sight is very strange. It is Julia carrying Mechanica on her back with Kaitlyn and Minako standing beside her. Kaitlyn holds Julia's shoulder with her hand, all three sharing the same sad expression- especially the small teen.

"Can I see Naoto really quick?" Julia says softly.

Damien turns back to the group, "'Sneaky Brotha', it's for you."

Naoto sits up and looks out the door with an annoyed expression, which immediately changes when he sees Julia. The ninja quickly gets out of bed and walks to the door as Damien goes back into the room. "Hey, what is going on?"

"Thank you, girls." Julia looks at both Kaitlyn and Minako, nodding her head. Kaitlyn pats Julia's shoulder and the two head back into the girl's room.

Naoto closes the door behind him, leaving only himself, Julia, and Mechanica in the hallway, "What is this all about?"

"I'm here," Julia pulls out an object that was behind her back in-between her and Mechanica, "To return your samurai book to you."

Naoto hesitantly takes the blue samurai book back that he gave Julia on the train coming to Iwata, "Julia-"

"It was a good read, I really enjoyed it. The part about-"

"Julia-"

"I wasn't finished, Naoto-"

"Julia, you are calling me 'Naoto' and not 'big bro'. What is going on?" Naoto asks.

"... They're kickin' me out." Tears begin to swell up in Julia's eyes as she tries to get out the news.

Naoto is in shock, "What? Why?"

"They- they said that I-I wasn't special, and... and..." Julia can barely talk through her sobbing as Naoto crouches down to hug her.

"How dare they say that! You are special, Julia-"

"No I'm not! I'm just some dumpster kid who... who..."

"Stop, Julia." Naoto continues his hugging.

Julia breaks the hug and moves back, "I need you to win for me. I know that y-you can Naoto."

"You are not leaving. Take that thing off." Naoto goes behind Julia and tries to get Mechanica off her.

"No, I have to go!"

"You are not!" Naoto struggles to get the robot off of Julia, as it is strapped to her front.

"Naoto, they're right! I don't have the arms, I-I don't belong here-"

"Yes, you do!" Naoto stops and catches his breath, "Out of everyone here, Julia, no one deserves to be here as much as you do."

"But-"

"I was not finished," Naoto sternly says, "Every single one of these people got in unfairly easy. They all either received the arms at a young age, or were born with them, including me! You, though, you fought everything to get here. This has been your dream, and no one is going to say that you do not deserve it as long as I am here."

Julia tries her best to stop crying as tears run down her face. Naoto wipes one of the tears off. He then stands back up to his feet, "I will go talk to him."

"What?"

"I am going right now!" Naoto marches down the hallway and heads down the hotel in search of the champion.

In the Spring Hotel's hot tub is two people, one being a retired ARMS fighter, and the other a small yellow commentator with a bowtie.

"So, ya' see, Biff," Max continues his plan, "I have everything figured out, all I gotta do now is tell the news that she had to leave because of unforeseen circumstances. I'll be in the clear!"

"My, my, sounds like everything is looking up for you, Commissioner!" Biff plays with the water in front of him.

"It sure is. Tomorrow is gonna be a good-"

"BRASS!" A voice echoes through the indoor pool room as Naoto swings the door open, startling both Max and Biff.

"... Boy, would you look at the time," Biff looks at his wrist that does not have a watch on it, "I'm late for my... sponge... soaking." He quickly hops out of the tub and runs off.

Max gets out of the tub, "Howdy, 'Ninjara'. What's going on with-"

"You can not eliminate Julia from the competition!" Naoto steps his foot down.

The champ was not ready for that statement, "... And why not?"

"Because, she deserves to be here more than anyone else and you know that. She built a giant body to use in battle-"

"That's the thing, chief." Max grabs a near champagne bottle, "You drink?"

"Get to the point."

Max opens up the bottle and begins drinking, "Ya' see, there is a level of integrity for the Grand Prix that was set during my time." He explains, "It was made for talented people, like you and me, Ninjara. Basically, if you didn't have the arms, you didn't get to play with us. I mean, What's the point of centering an entire sport around the gifted when any normal fella' from down the street can join in whenever he wants?"

"But in your announcement, you said anyone could join."

"Oh, you know what I meant!" Max says, "'anyone who actually has the arms and nobody else' doesn't sound as nice, does it? When you include everyone in the discussion, they feel important, and they tune in, and they watch. That don't mean they're actually suppose to participate!"

"Then why did you not say that back at the sign-ups?" Naoto asks.

Max tries to find himself a way out of this, "Uh, uh... I was in the moment! You go from two competitors to ten and it's like 'OOOOoooh 'dis is gonna be good!' But I've humbly learned it's not about quantity, it's about quality, and I apologize for that, and I hope we can move on." Max takes another drink of the champagne.

"You were her idol," Naoto argues, "She looked up to you so much, and you go and tell her that she does not deserve to be here."

"Oh, I didn't tell her, the robot did." Max tells him.

"Wait, what?!"

"Yeah, I don't deal with little girls cryin' and whinin', so I just told Debbie the message and sent her instead." Max explains.

"You mean, you broke this little girl's heart and did not even do it to her face?"

Max thinks, "Mmmyeah, sounds about right."

Naoto has had it with Max at this point, "Fine, then I will be leaving tonight also. Goodnight."

"D'wuah?" Max yells, spitting out his drink. Naoto heads for the door. As he is about to open it, Max gets in his way. "Now, hold on a sec'. Let's think about this rationally."

"Move out of my way."

"'Ninjara', you're-"

"My name is Naoto Uchiyama. Now, move." Naoto warns one last time.

Naoto moves Max out of the way and exits the pool room. "Wait, Naoto!" Max says urgently. Naoto stops walking and listens, "You are the most highly anticipated fighter on my roster! You got first place at auditions, you have the best track record, and you're already handpicked to be a favorite. You can't quit on me now! You have the best chance of getting that 500-"

"I do not care about your money!" Naoto turns around, "Either she stays, or we both go."

Max's expression changes to one of anger, "You're really screwing me over here, you know."

"That is my intent, yes."

Max turns around and goes into deep thought quickly. Max turns back around, "Fine, but you're gonna regret doin' this, son."

"I hope so."

Max slams the door as Naoto smiles.

"It was really great meeting you both." Julia says somberly, speaking to Kaitlyn and Minako in the lobby of the Spring Hotel near the exit. Mechanica is strapped to her back, ready for another train ride, this time back home.

"I'm really sorry this happened, Julia." Kaitlyn sympathizes.

"Thanks," Julia replies, "Make sure to keep Naoto in check for me, he's a crazy one."

With that, Julia turns around and starts walking toward the exit. She is suddenly stopped, though, by a great puff of smoke, causing her to jump back in fear, "AH! SATAN BEGONE- huh?" It was Naoto, "... You know, you could've just, like, walked over here."

"Go back to your room." Naoto tells her.

"What? Why?" Julia asks.

"Because," Naoto smirks, "You are not going anywhere anytime soon."

It takes Julia a second to realize what that means, "Wait, Naoto... No way. NO WAY! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"

"I had a quick chat with Brass. Changed his mind pretty quick when I was done with him." Naoto tells the three.

"NAOTO!" Julia drops Mechanica from off her back, which just lands on their legs, and tackles the ninja to give him the biggest of hugs, "ThankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouTHANKYOU!"

Naoto can barely breath, "It was nothing Julia, now, please- AH!"

"Oh, sorry big bro!" Julia has Naoto in the air thanks to her out-of-nowhere brute strength. She places him back down onto the floor.

"Congratulations, Lil' J, that's awesome!" Kaitlyn cheers.

"Wait, is Max Brass dead?" Minako asks.

"Come on, it is late, let us go to bed." Naoto starts walking the girls back to their doors when a sudden banging comes from the lobby's front doors, "What?"

The four turn around to see Barq, trying to get the crew's attention. The robot is heavily damaged, with dents across his forehead and a part of his armor missing, revealing the wires inside of him.

"Barq? What's he doing here?" Kaitlyn asks.

Suddenly, Officer Radcliffe, along with three other cop cars, all of their sirens blaring, enter the hotel's parking lot and run out of their seats and towards the door. Naoto quickly runs and unlocks the door, causing Radcliffe to barge in, along with Barq.

"Where's Brass?!" Officer Radcliffe demands. Her voice is frantic and loud.

"He is in the pool." Naoto tells her, pointing off into the distance.

"Barq, go get him!" Radcliffe motions Barq in that direction, who speeds down the hallway. She then points at Naoto, "You, find Maibe, NOW!"

"On it." Naoto, without question, disappears into a puff of smoke, just like how he arrived.

Radcliffe begins jogging down through the hotel as more police officers run in. Kaitlyn, Minako, and Julia all catch up with her.

Kaitlyn goes up beside her and asks, "Officer, what's going on-"

"Girls, I need you to go back to your rooms." Radcliffe orders.

"Can you at least tell us what's happening?" Kaitlyn tries again, this time more desperate.

Radcliffe stops her jogging and turns to the three, "Right now, Someone is hacking into Byte's database and is stealing all of the criminal records and scans he has ever made. You can only do that if you have Byte's hard drive, and the only way to get that hard drive is by dismantling the android unit itself."

"What does that mean?" Minako asks.

"Girls," Radcliffe says as clear as possible, "Byte's been kidnapped. I need you to return to your rooms, now."

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed this, please leave a review and tell me what you thought, along with a favorite and a follow. I will see you all at Chapter 8 of "ARMS: The Rad Return of the Grand Prix!" That is all you are going to get out of me after that ending. -Ed.