EPISODE THIRTEEN - VERSUS CELL

There is an indistinguishable noise coming from all directions. It's the sound of the crowd roaring wildly in the arena below as the drums beat in the coming match. The sun slowly starts to dip in the distance. It's not quite a sun set yet but it fast approaches.

As the preliminary custom of striking the names of previous fighters from the arena roster finishes, this time without a presence as both fighters of todays battle prepare for the final match of the tournament, the fighters are summoned to the stage.

The announcer ascends the podium on the newly built arena. "LAAAAAADIES AND GEEEENTLEMEN! It's been a long time since we've had a World Martial Arts Tournament Champion. The last was Mr. Satan over a decade ago!" The crowd cheers wildly at the announcement of the former champions name.

Mason speaks up. “I know him as Hercule!”

"Of course we all know Mr. Satan is currently busy making a movie with some other mediocre fighters in Hollywood right now."

"Let us thank again our sponsor, Mr. Evil Kai, for building us another wonderful replacement arena!" The crowd cheers loudly.

Android Ochocinco is seen watching from the stands to the side of the stage. He has a wrap placed where his arm used to be, as it is still being repaired. Mason eyes the Android from where he sits, looks at where the Android used to have his arm, and then looks down at his own missing hand. “To think that Android and I have something in common... Disgusting.”

"So without any further delays, I bring to you THE WORLD MARTIAL ARTS TOURNAMENT CHAMPIONSHIP ROUND!!!! OUR FIGHTERS, MASON TITANSTALKER AND CELL! Get your butts to the arena!!!"

Mason Titanstalker strolls out in a confident walk to the arena.

With that, Cell walks into the arena. His body is much the same as it was when he died some years ago due to a Saiyan boy foiling his plans to destroy the Z Fighters and possibly the entire world.

Evil Kai sits almost lonely in his spectators box nearby. He grins, evilly.

The announcer runs into the arena between the two fighters. "Do you two have any final words to the crowd and those watching at home before this fight begins?" He hold out the microphone.

Mason leans forward. “I have nothing to say. . . except Cell is going down one way or another.”

“Oooo, big words! Ha ha. Cell?”

Cell stretches. Suddenly his insect-like wings open wide. His green body almost shimmers in the dimming sun. "Yes. You are all going to die."

The crowd lets out a half hearted cheer. Is he serious?

“I would not allow that Cell. Not by your hand.”

"Oh...o...ok then. Then without further ado, let the final match of The World Martial Arts Tournament begin!"

The crowd, still reeling at Cell's blunt statement, and Mason's equally confusing statement, let out a small cheer mixed with mumbling.

The gong is sounded. The battle is on. Cell strikes first.

Reaching forward, he flies into the Saiyan with lightening speed. He begins throwing punches. The first hit is a strong uppercut to the jaw that lifts Mason high high high into the air.

Mason recovers seconds after the blow lands and stops himself in mid-air preparing himself as best he can to receive the oncoming blows. As fast as Mason is lifted into the air Cell appears beside him throwing several punches at the perplexed Saiyan. He smiles all the while, as Mason does his best to block the blows.

When all is said and done of this assault, blood drips from the Saiyan’s nose.

Mason smiles back at Cell while cocking his head once Cell breaks off from his attack. Using his one good arm he wipes the blood dripping from his nose and flicks it at Cell splattering him a bit with the red substance. “Enjoy my blood while it lasts, Cell.” Cell's slimy elongated tongue licks the blood from his face, being completely satisfied.

Soon Mason begins yelling loudly. “AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

Blue electricity seems to crackle around him as he begins powering up and gathering his strength. Soon the color of his aura visibly changes in a blinding flash of light. Mason's hair elongates, and sticks straight up through his mask. “Ah, Super Saiyan 2! Do you feel the familiar fear of death creeping up upon you yet, Cell?”

Ochocinco's eyes widen at the Saiyan's new found power.

Cell smiles arrogantly. "I've seen this before. It almost killed a Saiyan far more experienced than you. Be prepared for my next move."

Meanwhile, the audience is almost blinded by the sudden change above. There is now an almost new fighter in the arena with Cell, one much more ready to do some serious damage. Both fighters hover hundreds of feet above the arena.

Cell steps forward. His hands begin to glow. Mason catches the glow in the corner of his eye. “KAAAAAAAA… MEEEEEEEEEE… HAAAAAAAAA… MEEEEEEEEEE… HAAAAAAAAAAA… times 100!”

Quickly Mason begins to prepare his body to once again block the oncoming attack the moment he realizes the attack that Cell is preparing to send his way.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!! A huge shockwave permeates the air and all patrons are knocked back. It's as if the sun in the sky has exploded. The blast streaks across the sky and in an instant the Saiyan feels nothing and everything all at once.

“AH DANG TOASTER OVEN MUFFINS!”

The Saiyan braces to block the attack but is jettisoned thousands of feet tumbling into the air. His clothing is on fire. His hair is singed at the tips. Mason begins patting at the flames in an effort to save his clothing. Cell flies high into the air and closes in on his opponent. Mason quickly focuses his inner strength and yells out in a savage roar which not only splits the air around him but seems to split Mason himself, then suddenly Mason does indeed split as five forms come out from the original. “Multiply!”

Cell doesn't blink an eye. He continues to follow through on his original plan: Destroy the Saiyan. He flies straight into the first form he sees swinging wildly at it. The Mason that Cell moves in on lifts it's arms up to once again block the incoming attack in an attempt to withstand the damaging onslaught. Cell plows into a Mason and begins throwing his punches. The form crunches inwards to absorb the attack. But it overcomes him. The first blow rips into his shoulder and arm, tearing a great gash through them. The second punch stabs into the kidney. It perforates the skin. The form screams in pain. The third and final blow comes from above. The form crumples under the pressure and flies down to the arena below. He hits the arena with a splatter. The crowd is spattered. People become frightfully horrified, but can't stop watching. The body disappears, as if dissolving into air. The ref takes note that Masons’ still appear above the ring, and does not call a victory.

Cell faces the Masons'. "I should warn you all, I have plenty of ki left. Enough to pop every single one of your heads."

The remaining four Masons' and, somewhere among them, the original Mason smile. “Oh, don't worry, we know,” they say in unison. Then all five of them charge one after another straight at Cell. “AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!”

As soon as the first one arrives, the combo flies with a flurry of fists at Cell, with the others soon arriving to one by one deliver a string of combos for one long continuous combo chain at Cell by all five beings.

Cell gets a maniacal look on his face and begins dodging wildly the assault brought against him. Five figures stab at him as the sun in the distance continues to long for the horizon. Many punches are thrown. Many are also dodged. But the figure of Cell is beaten over and over again.

Cell eventually breaks loose and flies a distance away as the clones continue to punch at presumably the air. "That was fun. We should do it again sometime."

“I have a feeling you may not be able to handle an encore.”

With that, Cell raises his finger into the air. It's not an attack, just a really rude gesture.

Cell backs up. He places both hands forward. "Bet you could not handle this!" His hands begin to charge with energy. "Say goodbye to your help. SCATTER SHOT ATTACK!" This move will take some time to charge.

Mason, noticing that Cell's attention will be focused on his attack, takes the opportunity to once again rush in for a flurry of combo attacks, once again going in one at a time, each form after the other, forming one long continuous combo chain. “AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! C-c-c-c-c-combo!”

Cell lowers his head to prepare for what happens next. Suddenly he is surrounded by five beings who throw everything they have at him. He is hit from every side and every angle: One punch after another, one kick after another, 35 hits in total all raw against his unguarded body. He lets out a mighty roar. And his body begins to glow red in rage. All the clones and Mason himself are knocked back. Cell stands there, blood dripping from his body.

"You fool. You think you can defeat me that easily? You think I am a fool? Prepare to die!" With that, his scatter shot is released, five huge balls of energy. They chase after each and every fighter in the arena, all five Masons’.

Each Mason, after seeing the beam split into five energy balls that manage to follow them, decides to attempt to survive the oncoming blast and prepares to once again block the incoming damage.

As an audience member looks up into the sky from his seat , the scene unfolds in his eyes like this:

Five energy orbs surround a central point and noises like slapped wet skin, or a hammer on cement, can be heard. Suddenly the central point, previously indistinguishable by the naked human eye, begins to glow bright red. The red energy grows and grows until it is the largest point on the battlefield. Suddenly a massive heat wave can be felt on the cheek, and five bright orbs like fireworks split off from the central point and begin a chase of the other glowing figures. The figures halt. And suddenly a force that blows the trees to bend low to the ground can be felt. Five massive explosions can be seen. When the smoke clears, all that is left is one of the orbs, fighting against another orb. It seems to be absorbed. But painfully so. The other orbs are all but dust that sprinkles to the seats below. The audience let out an, “Ooo,” and, “aaah,” sound, like they are watching a New Years celebration fireworks display.

Meanwhile, above, Mason shakes his hand vigorously, scorched, but still alive and fighting. Mason regains his composure after the devastating attack that destroyed his multiples and then charges against Cell by his stony lonesome, rushing in with his fists of fury.

Cell braces for the attack and the two bodies collide for the assault. A punch and a kick and even a slap are thrown. Two more kicks to finish the deal. Cell begins to drop from the sky.

At about 1000 meters from the ground below, Cell braces himself and regains his composure. Blood and sweat drip from his face and neck. his wings are extended, and he looks angry. Suddenly a wall of energy surrounds him. The arena below literally lifts from the ground and begins to float up into the air.

People start to scream. The fight, disturbing before, has now become terrifying. The crowd panics. Cell powers up to his maximum power level. The waves of energy emanating from his body are dark and ominous. As suddenly as they stop, the arena begins to fall. It's headed right for the stands, all several hundred tonnes of brick, mortar, and rock. People begin to run and hide under things.

Mason barrels down at Cell as he powers up rushing him with all the speed he can muster and attempts, if nothing else, to beat him down into the ground for a ring out with another flurry of attacks, ignoring the plight of those at the stadium in an effort to destroy the greater threat and possibly save the planet in the process. Cell sees the fighter heading towards him and locks up with him in mid air, tossing him over his shoulder and into the falling arena. The arena shatters, sending boulders and mortar everywhere, making the situation much graver.

People are knocked out of their seats by small rocks. Others are literally crushed as the boulders of rock hail down upon them. The people scream in agony and terror.

Mason grips to the larger rock like a panther. As his boulder approaches the arena floor, he pounces off of it and onto another several feet up. And so on and so fourth, nimble as a cat, from one boulder to another. The gravel hails upon his face, tearing at his skin, until he reaches Cell in the air and a battle for dominance like never before ensues.

“FOR GREAT JUSTICE!”

Mason throws the first punch at the enraged and surprised Cell. Cell throws the next. The exchange continues over and over again.

Suddenly, Cell looses his balance and Mason kicks him upside the head. As Cell swings around, another kick tears open his wing-like appendage, leaving it flapping open and bleeding. The assault continues. A punch to the skull and a swift kick to the backside, where a tail protrudes. The tail indents. Cell wails in pain.

Cell spins around. He grips his arm in pain, and is limp. He looks wide eyed below at the carnage. The people run. He spies the audience. He is looking for something...no...someone… the Android!

"I will have a life force too! Then I will end this miserable planet, and all who are on it, even you Mason!" His tail lifts into the air, hungrily.

Mason Titanstalker, noticing Cell looking around the audience, realizes what's happening... “RUN HANS! RUN!”

"Ochocinco... Ochocinco. Come out come out where ever you are."

“Wait... oh, Ochocinco... RUN OCHOCINCO, YOU WALKING GPS! YOU'RE MOTHER IS STILL A VACUUM CLEANER!”

Ochocinco, beaten senseless from a previous battle, lays still on the ground, knocked from his seat by the falling debris, as people trample by him. It doesn't matter his physical condition, he knows Cell only needs to fuse with his power core. "Can't...Move..."

Cell flies down beside him, and shoves people around him high into the air. Being a hundred feet up in the upper side stands, they crash down on the arena below with a morbid splatter.

The announcer bolts for the gong. "This has to end. Ring the gong! Disqualify them both!"

Evil Kai jumps down from his seat. "No. this is a necessary evil." He stomps towards the announcer who picks up the gong hammer.

“NO! END THE MATCH! DISQUALIFY US!”

Evil Kai grabs the announcer. "Do as I say. Get away from here if you must. Empty the arena. But the fight goes on. Understand?"

"Y...yes." The announcer, released, runs off.

Cell picks up Ochocinco and his tail envelops him.

“NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

Cell has his eyes on a prize. Looks like he'll get what he wants: A lifeforce. Evening the playing field, an enraged Cell reenergizes with a living life force, the kind only an Android like him can use. What will he do with his new found power? Find out on the next episode of DRAGON BALL XTREME!