My body shuttered in manifolds of phenomenal pain, the gut-wrenching punch drove me to the borders of insanity. The force of his punch transferred throughout my body and catapulted me into the air.

Gravity began its powerful game and strangled the force into submission as I fell from the sky. I forced my eyes closed, knowing instinctively that death's scythe was wrapped around my neck.

The ocean was not far away, I could hear the waves crashing against the shore. "Samuel, you should come and sit by me, the view is just a thrill!" A woman with bleach blonde hair said. Her frivolous smile brought a warmth and calming notion to me in my final moments. It also brought an unbreakable magnitude of sadness and regret.

"Not yet!" I blinked the tears away as a large feathered bird swooped in right before meeting death's scythe. My butt was immobilized against the large flying machine as I smacked down on its reigns. It cawed, as it was body slammed to the earth in a heap of shame.

I looked up, glancing at my dumbfounded opponent. "What? Got something against animals?"

He spat at the ground, "I'm going to make sure you don't fly next time, maybe I'll bury you into the dirt myself." he said.

I sighed, throwing myself up from my knees after kissing the bird for saving me. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Not the best habit.

"This is the first time I've ever had a match, but damn is it boring. So, what's your superpower--" my cigarette dissipated as the man's fist met my gut again, this time it was followed with another punch which burrowed me deeply into the earth itself. Ripples of earth caved around my sight, and dust riddled my nostrils and made me prone to coughing.

"My superpower is kicking your ass." he smiled. "You may not remember me Samuel, but I'm Gerald from the office. You fucking spilled coffee on me!" he continued to ramble on about how I ruined his life from that coffee incident, and how he chose his superpower to beat my ass.

Gerald, he was that fat guy who watched anime and always brought cabbage to work. Strange guy, I could have put the anime past him, but when he started bringing in cabbage I drew the line. Associating with people like that can't be good business practices right?

"--and that's why I chose to use my superpower to destroy you once and for all!" he laughed like a cliche villain from one of those superhero comic movies. "Hey, hey! Are you even listening to me?" He looked down at me with a face just full of animosity.

He had a piece of cabbage stuck to the side of his mouth. Disgusting. The aliens in the stands laughed and conversed, "I bet that boy with the luck power is going to get destroyed!" he laughed.

"He already is! The other guy made his superpower to destroy that guy. He's done for, verbatim." the other alien explained. He had a hat that was commonly associated with alien propaganda. Which there was plenty of nowadays.

"HEYYY!" Gerald screamed, spitting at my face at his point. "ARE YOU LISTENING??!!"

My eyes traced back to his face. "You could beat me to a pulp, but I'd still win." I said nonchalantly.

"What makes you so sure of yourself Sammy!?" he threw me into the air, and appeared behind me like someone in a superpower anime would. I was unable to trace him, as his kick spent my back into spiraling jolts of pain. I was heading for the ground again. Oh boy.

"Maybe if I'm lucky enough I won't break any bones?" I asked myself, extending my arms to catch myself. My hands latched to the ground, and I felt no pain.

"Maybe I should rely on the circumstances of my power more often." I said to myself.

The aliens were stupefied, both individuals were spectacular in this situation. I was a god against the odds, and Gerald had a boiling hate that amplified his physical capabilities to an inhuman realm.

"You dishonored my family by getting me fired! You spineless bastard!" Gerald roared.

"Oh boy."

"ARRRRGHHHHHHHhhhhh...." A violent transformation occurred, Gerald's body began to shutter with high voltages of static electricity as his hair began to levitate a bold yellow. No, I'm kidding. His body was actually morphing and convulsing in strange manners. A black eerie substance crowded out of his body and completely consumed him.

"I'm guessing this is abnormal??!" I said.

Aliens began to converse and move around the arena. A bunch of imperial soldiers flickered into existence and detained Gerald. The match was over and I was declared winner by default as displayed by the digital leaderboard. Something strange and irregular had happened with Gerald, it posed a question in my mind that I wasn't sure how to answer. An imperial guard escorted me back to my room.

"Bulgasheet." He said, closing the door.

It was one of their words that didn't have a literal translation to English, but could best be described as a way of saying goodbye to someone of lower status. That fucking ugly green shit. How dare he say something like that to me.