Yuri>Citan:
"...ah, man, my head feels like someone beat me with a pineapple cast out of lead." Yuri muttered, stumbling to his feet. "What the hell happened?"
"...wait, you don't remember?" Edge sputtered.
"Remember what? We were going to...do...something before Citan's match, right? It's sorta hazy." Yuri said, shaking his head to clear it. "I really don't remember <i>anything</i> after that."
"...god damn. That's...that's...so sad, man." Edge mumbled, his eyes misting. "You can at least see the tail end of it." Edge noted.
As several largely-unclothed women chased Citan out of the arena.
"Though, it's a pun in some of those cases." Remarked Edge, grinning. "Still, damn, that's hardly the best thing that happened today. I mean, loo-GAH."
"DIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Edge's speech was interrupted suddenly by a loud shriek and a scythe narrowly missing his head, as Piastol, apparently wearing a catgirl cosplay outfit, charged him.
"...wait, what?" "YOU! YOU...YOU!" Piastol sputtered in rage, slashing at the confused Yuri. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! YOU...I can't even speak...or think...coherently! Because of you! All I can think of is trying to rip off your head or...or..." Suddenly, Piastol, cutting off, grabbed Yuri and kissed him soundly on the lips.
Then, flinching backwards in horror, let out a horrific shriek and fled the arena.
"...what?" Yuri sputtered. "I...this...this is weird even by my standards."
"...man, it was so much better earlier, too." Edge sighed. "You really don't remember it?"
"...nope. C'mon, spill it, what the hell happened?" "No. I'm not that cruel." Edge shrugged. "You'd kill yourself if you knew what you can't remember now." He finished, dashing from the arena.
"...This....this is some kind of divine punishment for having too good of a plan, isn't it." Yuri sighed. "Ah well. At least Piastol's a good kisser." He added with a shrug. "Who'd have thought. And it looks like I won."
"Though, I have to admit, these damn things are more confusing when you're not planning them. Or at least, can't remember planning 'em." Yuri noted, as Ho-oh flew overhead, apparently carrying a happily laughing Lexis, in superhero uniform, on it's back.
Nash>Gijimu:
Gijimu had learned well his strategy, so he thought.
Planting axes in people's faces was considered the very height of Duelling League technique.
Nothing could stop it.
So he thought.
But then he came upon a man that no one said he could win to.
After all, it's hard to plant an ax in someone's face if not given a chance to get near them before turning to stone.
...or is it?
---
Nash was pretty confused.
There was a battleship in the arena. A weird looking one, at that.
And nothing else. The judges declared him the winner.
Blade, the Axem Ranger's battleship, stood in the arena silently.
The moral of the story:
An axe to the face solves every single one of life's problems.
However, sometimes, people just aren't equipped to deal with the true power of the axe.
Gijimu, somewhere under the giant, axe-shaped battleship, had found the true power of the axe, but sadly, lacked the spirit to wield it.
Or the muscles.
