The Dragon King is crowned

Bizarre as it seemed, he envisioned the same nightmare, hungry and devastated enough to tear Zera apart.

The sleek tires to the Toyota Auris screeched across the wet icy roads of Sienne, arriving in front of the hotel's doors just before 6 in the morning. As much as Marco Seidlitz despised his brown haired friend all long, he continually lacked sleep, concentrating on his major plot to overthrow Zera from Dragoma victory and crown himself champion.

Several bystanders laughed in joy as they crossed the street, the Auris currently parked beside the curbs of the Ibis hotel.

Marco reluctantly checked his phone, logging into Zera's what's app account to find this message sent to Falco yesterday:

'Just arrived at the hotel! :)

Boy, I feel extremely fatigued from my sorrow with Marco. He's a complete Jerk and I couldn't offer myself taking him along to Crinea.

Anyway, I couldn't bring my Black Tournament stadium to practice with, so I guess we have a little time to dash around with our combos on your Colossus stadium! Did you read all of the official rules and regulations of the tournament? Make sure you do. Also, I brought Galahad along! How cool is that?

See you soon! Love you, honeybunny!~'

'Sent yesterday @ 5:10'

"Fair enough, Zera. You think of me being an overidden jerk? I'll show you who's the idiotic jerk." Eyes scrutinized on the hotel doors, Marco decided to check into the hotel fast before both Falco and Zera wake up. According to the WDO message sent from Ryuk, the tournament started at 2.

Gripping on Luinra tightly, he gathered his tiny PORTAL backpack filled with his personal Luinra gauntlet launcher (similar to Ryuga's), personal Luinra attire, and finally a dragon head pendant shaped similar to Luinra's Cho-Z chip. Cautiously opening the driver's door, a faint dark glow similar to gun metal black began to radiate around him. Luinra was granting him temporary power and possession to it's innocent owner.

"I just hope that we don't cross paths too early." DraconicArt sneered quietly to himself as he walked harmlessly to the front desk.

A sweet young lady at the desk didn't bother to greet him. She did her duty as a front desk receptionist, treating the silence to abide in his will.

"Thank you for providing me with the lovely assistance." Marco jeered with a poisonous smirk, gladly accepting Room 663 and accepting the flyer with the parking garage number code 3333. Galahad's repeated number parts.

Easing the Auris into the shady garage, Seidlitz managed to spot out the maroon Tourneo van sandwiched 2 cars away from the sea glass pearl Opel Zafira.

Darkly jeering at the thought of parking on the same level as the low life idiotic tamer, the Auris roared over down the slope towards level 2, effortlessly parking between two minivans.

Seidlitz got out, closing the door before locking the Auris with his keyfob. With his backpack slung around, he casually walked upstairs where he entered the lobby and squeezed himself between a tourist family vacationing from Glengariff. A quiet hello was ensued before the family departed on floor 5.

Floor 6.

Room 663.

The power of 3 times 6.

The gleaming aura fainted around Marco as he entered his selected hotel room, framing the whole room into a dark medieval themed lair.

"In 6 hours, you shall wake to excitement. Sheer repulsive joy fragmenting your tiny heart." A vicious rasp of toxic tone arose from the possessed Luinra tamer, tinkering out a vile tube filled to the brim with a mysterious purple substance. Glittering stars illuminated the tube, throwing up on the ceiling and walls until it wickered away like a disappearing shadow.

"Mmmm, the beauty of Dragoma blood. Just what I wanted to endure with." Squeaking the vile open, he cautiously poured it on Luinra, the Heretic Dragon enlightened to pleasure the substance absorbed into PVC plastic and Zinc Alloy. "Oh, heretic king Luinra. How I loathe your presence here at this very hotel with me. You shall reign retribution in me as long as I live for. Guide me to taming victory in order to diminish that damn space unicorn and his daft owner- What was his half witted name again?" Marco paused to turn his selfish voice into taunting mockery. "ZEE-EH-RAH...."

Luinra's low agitated growl erupted deep from the Cho-Z chip, gold sarcassing out complete illumination in accordance to it's severe red orbs glowing like emergency SOS lights.

'Fear not, Marco Seidlitz. Your time has come for me to win this outrageous Dragoma Battle and sabotage that bastard child of Zeraiya and his two vital combos: Rajaion and Galahad. Together, we are the Wings of Despair. The Breath of Ruin. I am the heretic king dragon Luinra and we shall elite the Championships like it was never seen before...'

Marco looked up from his respectful bow, pleasured to inhale the beauty of evil. Smirking towards his possessed partner dragoma, DraconicArt nodded with courage, "As you wish, my Lord."

The purple aura revolving around Luinra immediately dashed towards Marco, the poor innocent blonde haired teen helplessly screaming before painfully kneeling down as if he was defeated in a dragoma battle.

With the extensive smoke dispersing, Marco raised his hands and stared into his palms, invisible wind ruffling his hair alight as if he just achieved a miracle. The Luinra attire that he brought with him was magically placed on. White with lavender and gold tinted his special jacket, slacks, and boots. A cape with dragon collars wrapped around his neck while dragon pauldrons snugged on his shoulders. The Cho-Z Luinra emblem as gold plated armor centered his chest while gold and lavender lightning lines struck through the sleeves until gold plated the wrists cuffs over the lavender gloves. Silver chains hung from the two decorative cape buttons holding his initials MSDA.

'This power... coursing through my body.... is the sublime miracle of the great dragon. May Luinra bless me forever!'

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The clock struck 12 as busy city life bustled outside windows rooms 509 and 510. Falco gave out an obnoxious yawn, loud enough to make her parents either praise her as a personal alarm clock or eradicate against their letharginess. Usually, the Talonclaws were late sleepers unlike the Rickers, early birds attuning to their cherished duties.

"Ey! People are sleeping!" Nagi roughly snorted, preparing herself in front of the bathroom mirror sink.

"What time does the tournament start?" Xane sat up, and gave out a loud stretch.

The Thiyamat tamer placed a pondering finger to her chin, her mind dating back to the WDO message. "2 on the spot. C'mon! Probably Zera is already awake!"

"Greetings goys!" Both Sam and Esther barged in with a casual stride, Falco's brother usually on his phone while her sister started to pack up necessary needs for their 15 minute trip to the hall.

All of them except for dad took an midnight walk around Paris, admiring the luxurious structural architecture of hospitals, universities, and IT / Resorts clattered near airport and industrial reservoirs. They even seeked their puzzled loss over the hotel's address, eventually re-routed by a helpful friendly local guide lady with her samoyed canine named Kopek, occasionally barking the wits out of everyone and bizarrely humping her leg everytime they paused to think.

Thankfully a tram ride back home was all they could ever feel relieved for.

"Bubu! Why buildings so rich here?" Sam earnestly wondered, grieving about why the world was ruled by a certain group of small hats.

Esther tinkered over with her mascara on, pearl earrings and a gold heart necklace lacing her beautiful posture. "Well, think about it. We live in this world. We have to face it. Including this Dragoma tournament heeyah. (Here)"

Sam then continued whining softly when a knock was pursued on the door. With Falco timidly checking it out, hearts flipped over in exploding joy when she saw Zera again, complete with his merch shirt on. Phoenix fedora hat, glasses, leather black and brown overcoat layered over his purple merch shirt on: ZERA [TurboLibra14 the Trilight Tamer] with a faint Rajaion Fighter in the background, while black pants and hackneyed Fila sneakers with worn out laces strewn around completed his full profile.

"My fat chubby Potatopaw!" Falco smooched in romantic joy, evidently poking his cuddle surface tummy with a playful jab, "Flarp."

"Please, don't do that." Feeling embarrassment heat up his cheeks, Zera tried his best to hide to the fact that all of the cheese was stuffed out of him during sleep and tried not to endure any spastic moments of passing wind in front of his girlfriend. "I don't like farting in front of other people. It makes me feel shy and embarrassing."

"Awww~, come here you!" as hyper as she was, Falco catapulted her arm around the poor brown haired Galahad tamer.

"Naja, lovebirds. What's going on here?" Jeralt came up to them, pouring concern over the two said tamers. Pattering their clothes from the carpeted dust, both of them gave out a suppressed smile as if nothing really happened.

Falco volunteered to reply, "Apparently what you people consider love and embarrassment."

"I'm serious! She always adores me to fart even though I find it gross!" Zera screwed up his face into playful disgust, an expression which signaled Falco to lightly pat his back and give out a quick wink of assurance. "But I don't frankly care because no matter how many times she provokes me with whatever I dislike or find annoying the most, I will continue to escort her love. Isn't that right honey?"

"Annd check." Falco straightened her PickWick Toys shopping bag containing her mini tool box full of combos, launchers, Panini sticker box, and other tidbits related to Dragoma. She then snapped to attention, glad enough to serve Zera's conversation, "Oh, yeah. About the stuff you hate the most including carrots."

That earned the brown haired Galahad tamer to laugh modestly towards his perked up girlfriend. Never did he know that her dialogue was so influential and inspiring. A true tamer at heart.

The Rickers and Talonclaws debated whether they should attend the Championships or leisurely travel around Paris and the iconic Eiffel Tower.

Jeralt and Heinz returned from their nice breakfast buffet, stuffed at heart with smiles and handshakes, glad to feel jovial to meet the rest of both families in the lobby where they both plotted on their decisive decisions.

Sam lazily relaxed on the lobby chairs, apparently focused hard on his phone instead of the talkative group.

After the groups finally chose their decision in rapid german, only Falco was the only one out of zone, meeking herself to attention with a puzzled smile.

"Wait. What are we doing?"

"We agreed with your family that we tour around Paris while you both attend the World Championships." Marianne gave out a bright motherly smile that could almost melt a child's heart.

"Plus, you can hit us up with a text just in case anything devastating or exciting happens at the tournament." Esther flicked her braided ponytail with a swoosh, causing both Melanie and Theresa to meekly suppress out a soft laugh.

"Fine with us." Zera shrugged in comfort as the two said tamers exchanged their romantic smiles.

"Don't forget your tickets." both moms urgently reminded as they placed leafy SNCF tram tickets slapped on both hands.

Falco and Zera nodded to signal they understood the whole course and together, both families marched towards the cobblestone plaza where people and pigeons frolicked about.

"See you guys real soon!" they hollered in farewell as they waved off the two tamers standing alone near the ticket machine and bench of the tram stop.

Birds sang across Issy Lex Mouleneux as a soft buffering breeze howled across the tracks. They both looked left and right, until their faces admired each other with a smile and a short kiss.

Falco decided to turn around, captivated gaze on a litter of butted cigarettes scattered across the grassy pebbles.

Zera timidly joined her, joining her gaze. "What are you looking at?"

"Huh? Oh nothing. I generally don't see so many smokers in Florida unlike here. All sidewalks and shoulders are cancer free." Falco ninched her eyebrows in sore anger, speculating at how many ridiculous people were too stupid enough to alight the place on fire. "It's just that too many people rally at smoking more than their lives are too prudent enough for being worthy to even live on this planet."

"Maybe it's just that everybody here is too prone to smoking ,there is no end to it." Zera suggested out of the blue, Falco nodded in sheer agreement.

A lady dressed in a black parka dress along with blue gloves and a white scarf came clopping in her high heels, greeting them with a typical "Bonjour" before dispatching herself in a hurry to order a tram ticket.

The rails started to statically hum as a white tram began gliding down, halting to a silent squeak before exchanging passengers on board.

"Quick, Zera." Falco avenged her order as she yanked Zera along, hopping into the middle car as fast as he could before anything else was left behind. Miraculously, the massive Toys R Us bag strained the girl's wrist but she managed to hurl it along like glue before anyone with prying eyes could stash the contents.

"Whew!" Zera blew a sigh of relief, glad enough to see that was over with. A light female french voice announced their next stop, both tamers resisting to get off until their stop was reported.

"Hey, at least we both get to fair play over a major tournament." Falco grinned, making Zera recapitulate his kawaii squeal.

A gruff man next to him snorted in deep concern, Zera apologizing in embarrassment.

After the tram ladled 5 stops, the 6th stop was close to the 10 iconic buildings looming over a grand catholic Munster.

The tram idly rocked to halt, everyone shuffling around to prepare themselves for departure. Though the cars were crowded, both tamers had to figure out a way to escape from congestion.

Before the tram began beeping a long monotone sound in signal of resuming it's ride, the Nagariel tamer immediately snapped to attention towards the overhead screen displaying their stop.

"This is it Zera. Quick! Press the button!" Falco hastily ordered at the last second. Despite Zera's weight and arm reach, he failed to act quickly and initially forgot to react to the sudden move of opening the door with the beeping button. Until it was miraculously saved by a mysterious hooded figure in black, bits of curled blonde hair ruffled into a mess.

An ordinary black man seated by the second row began to retaliate in soft disappointment, raving in a heavy nigerian accent about Zera's stupid act to open the tram door. "Are you that stupid to open the beeping door!? C'mon! It's a simple task dat eazee enough to perform! Iz not like you don't have da mind to do it!"

Zera felt a little low, repeatedly apologizing, "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

A pale hand was held up to silence the triggered man.

"Don't worry. I got this." the teenager dressed in a black hoodie, ordinary jeans, and All Star sneakers eventually pushed the button, re engaging the tram to halt again. The driver mustered up steaming confusion.

"You both travel ahead of me. I'll see you soon." He nonchalantly stepped out, casually walking past the two puzzled tamers without any revealing identities.

Zera frankly scratched his head in amusing concern, "Ok. What the heck just happened!?"

"Apparently an angel of Galahad or maybe the flipped side of miraculous Yuri coherently saved us from tram stop dilemma." Falco blinked in utter confusion, inhaling what just occurred to them.

The teen halted at the ticket stands, purchasing himself a pink EXPO ticket, capable of accessing all Halls at even discounts.

"Oh well." Both tamers shrugged and moved on, walking towards the Great Gate plaza, a silver / white archetypal rim hovering over the decorative marble floor. Striding past many bystanders while kids happily yelled in french, both Zera and Falco walked towards the moving platforms that led to Kid Expo Hall 7 while the blonde haired teen paused beside a souvenir kiosk, studying a pinwheel, the fan blades shaped like Luinra's forbidden tool.

Twirling it between his fingers, DraconicArt slit his vision, locking on both tamers shouldering each other in romance. "Hmm, this is going to turn out to be interesting."

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A game of I-Spy on the moving platforms and both tamers felt dunked on concrete, their feet wiggling jelly after being forced to walk on ground.

"This is going to be so exciting! - Look! Galahad!" Zera gasped in astonishment, darting his finger towards an foil inflated unicorn balloon that can be purchased at any grocery store around Europe.

Falco opened her mouth wide enough to catch a silking bubble, "Oh my gods! I think Rainbow Mountain is going to greet us soon!"

"Totally! I can't wait to see all of the magic happen at this event, especially meeting other- HOLY GALAHAD PANCAKES! THIS IS SOOOO HUGE!!!!"

Two doors later and they felt as if they were crowded and lost in a massive hurricane refuge center. Every inch of floor was occupied by families with strollers and kids everywhere. It was even virtually impossible to reallocate the Dragoma Burst booth which was placed north ahead of the entrance.

"Falco, I think it's a good time to register for the event. I don't want to get disqualified before the opening ceremonies." Zera studered out his shyness, feeling tiny bit uncomfortable around so many people since he isolated himself in his room the majority of his life. But with Falco by his side, his Bipolar mood charged in him with excitement, holding his Galahad layer pendant in hopes of acing the event. "Can't wait to wreck them hard!"

"Hey, winning fantasies aside, we have to endure ourselves in obtaining our Sapphire VIP passes. C'mon." Falco guided herself through, squeezing in between many people before they were eventually spat out in front of classy receptionist desks, with 3 females serving each gap.

"Hi, we're here for the Dragoma Championships. We're G tubers." Zera meekly replied after the girl welcomed them with a smile.

Both Falco and Zera approached the middle gap, presenting their country IDs respectively. The lady in return nodded in approval and printed out a 4 fold sheet of paper in black and white, their Press Pass proudly presenting their name and special barcode for VIP entry.

"Ya-huu!" Zera caterwauled in joy as another lady scanned their passes then led them past a binding royal blue curtain, a tiny hallway presenting them with Sapphire's iconic showcase of products, including a huge T-Rex toy posed fiercely next to the Combat Tower stadium. The set itself was shelved up on the wall, illuminating towards the skylight effects and fogs hovering through.

After circumnavigating around building, Falco found some of the display booths to be sorely amusing to hysterically mock at, including the Cartoon Network Escape Game and professional sports such as Swimming and Handball to cooperate at the same line as 'Fun'

"Where could it be?" Zera exhaled in desperate sighs, too excited to even grab Falco's attention.

The girl tamer noticed a Dragoma fan zone booth, a special wall holding a Garrett Star cardboard prop (different pose than the one Zera had back at his house) while the main Season 1 Dragoma gang allowed visitors to place their face on a character's cutout circle. "It would be kinda dope if I could ask them permission in regards of snagging one of the props. Zera?"

Unfortunately, his attention was directed past the food court where two enthusiastic young men clad with headsets and a burning commentary walked around stage in complete enthusiasm. The deep bass roared from the ceiling speakers as sparks ignited aloof from the sides of the huge Jumbotron ahead of them. Creating that massive bass barrier was an anthropomorphic Knight Sigurd Shield - Breaker Xtend, spinning in a dashing curve until the words "ZERO GRAVITY" in static lime green fizzed across the screen.

"Who's ready for Dragoma!?" the shorter DJ announcer was dressed in a red sleeveless hoodie, clad with jet black TRIPP jeans and an awful sense of hair style, red slicked to the left.

"Cross!?" the taller DJ continued, dressed in the same as the other one except it was colored cloudy grey. Along with light grey TRIPP jeans and a more sensible hairstyle. Diagonally spiked short, dark brown strands red-handed towards anyone who conversed with him. Plus a thin line goatee on his chin perked up everytime he smiled.

"BEYOND!" the crowd bursted out loud, claps and whistles following right after.

"OMG! It's going to be released here!" Zera squealed in dying hops like a little child with a hyperactivity disorder. Falco followed after. Speculating at a few volunteers carass the new Zero Gravity Rail Rush Set which included Achilles and Valkaria as starters was unveiled on screen.

The crowd ran nuts over their seizure screams.

"What a beauty!" Falco wisped out her breath of awe, one of the main event organizers bustling the crowd to the main Dragoma booth, which was stationed right next to JouexClub!, a novelty toystore dedicated just for the events. Dressed in a fedora hat similar to Zera's, he signaled both tamers to enter the booth. He had a weird nose, heavy tattoos on his arms, a blue Dragoma shirt on, cream slacks, and brown loafers.

"G - tubers?" the guy inquired, introducing himself as David.

"Totally! How do you explain our excitement then?" Falco joked as David nodded and signaled the dark skinned Security Guard dressed in an exotic tuxedo to remove the belt, allowing the two said tamers to whoosh in.

The Dragoma Burst booth was a typical rectangular walled sanctuary, blue striking up most of the artwork with flashing camera blitz effects and guest teens posed to show off their goma. Centered in the middle was the stage, a massive jumbotron hovered over the wall where both Quasar Galahad and Oblivion Manticore splashed into a fierce blurry clash, the World Tour logo centered in the middle. Stationed in the middle of the 4 pillared parlinium, sat the official arena used for the event, the one that got released for the Ultimate Tournament Collection set by Sapphire. Two bleached hexagonal shaped platforms served the competitive tamers to kneel down professionally while fog machines that spurred out dry ice smoke erected the sides of the walls, tilted 75 degrees to astonish the crowd.

With the side speakers playing out the Commercial Break theme from the anime and the screen displaying Character bio on mute, a young danish girl stepped forward, instructing the two to waiver and fill out a release form.

"This is gonna be great...." Zera commented with joy grasping his inner heart. He then managed to spot out a Pherean father with his young matured son, dressed casually in red basketball hoodie and sneakers, rectangular framed glasses coursing his sight. Zera could not believe it. He immediately approached the boy after he set down his Swiss Gear backpack. "ZANKYE!?"

"Good to see you Zera. Here, you missed out on this." Reaching in, Zankye presented the Galahad tamer with a small box labeled with his iconic business card. "Archer Hercales. Enjoy."

Mouthing the box with his drool, Zera squealed once again grabbing attention to the same two DJ's that arrived in, refreshed from having their voice box assaulted by long hour commentary.

Meanwhile, Falco sat alone in the right platform of the battle stage, tampering with her combos until David came in to double check the authenticity.

"Ok, good to go. Nice case by the way."

"Er, thanks." Falco smiled, setting down her Sapphire Steel Fight G - Deck Case (even though Sapphire allowed the use of TT G - Deck Cases) and started to timidly watch the preparations.

A young 20 year old girl with a World Tour baseball cap, curly black hair, stylish round framed glasses, and same event volunteer attire came in, carefully stepping her way to Falco.

"Hi, do you know where Zera is?" the girl kindly asked, focusing on her serious gaze on the Thiyamat tamer.

"Apparently hugging his box in circles and engaged in a heaty support convey with Zankye and- ! Cyprus!?"

Cyprus, the Brazilian tamer that always caught QR codes from the Dragoma Burst app and revealed them to the whole world, was Zankye's best friend and G - tuber. Though they strive from the opposite poles of the flat plain, they sometimes rehearsed collaborations in regards of new gomas being released.

"Yah, make dat on da house tooh!" Cyprus called towards the danish girl in regards of borrowing combos. Classy, Zera was intimidated to burst out his feelings with the two said famous G - tubers.

"Feeling shocked at them? Man, just wait until Storm and Light get here. They would flip over like they never seen a get together before. Name's Alicya aka Ryuk Shinigami." the girl firmly shook Falco's hand as the Thiyamat tamer broke into repetitive confusion.

"Falco2762. Wait!? You're RYUK? I thought you were a guy!"

Alicya caterwauled with a blight smile, "Most people on G tube rant over that topic. But I'm a girl who is Dragoma crazy like you!"

That melted Falco's heart as David announced and bustled the tournament participants to be seated for the intro. Falling silent, echoes from other booths stirred the building alive. Behind the main stage of the Dragoma booth was divided into two halves, the left side majoring 10 Chaos Core stations with kids and main tournament participants engaging in plastic clash battles along with a mini back room for storage and an interview wall. (Both walls held artwork of Garrett and Kei launching their gomas layered over a graffiti brick wallpaper) while the right side held a display of numerous Dragoma XB products, the little expensive souvenir store.

Zankye's dad decided to film the intro announced by the redhead DJ, DracoLight or Light for short, flinging out his arms while snapping on an enthusiastic face, "Welcome to the Dragoma World Championship held by Zankyee! Dragoma Buhl-"

Light paused at his mistake in complete screwed up confusion until Storm signaled him to re-correct the intro line. "Start right now...."

Hiding his inner mistakes, Light twirled around like a breakdancer to effortlessly not reveal his reddened cheeks. He then gave out a soft gaff, facing the crowd again to maintain his composure.

Crinea's national champion Tonderre or Adem quietly sat on the left platform near the middle of the battle stage, eagerly twiddling his thumbs while meekly glancing up at his mentor.

"G - tuber Championship?" the shorter red haired DJ idiotically remarked even though he knew the event was starting right now. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Ok."

With a swing of his arm, Light smiled proudly at the crowd while Storm gave out a slight offensive facepalm.

Gaining no effort from announcing the most simplest intro ever, Light started to nervously sweatdropping, a complete expression that pressured the shorter DJ to repeat the intro again. "Welcome to Dragoma Burst held by Zankyee. G - tuber Championship!"

And with that, Light casually hopped off the stage, feeling reddened to the fact that Storm was about to re-direct him into Dragoma DJ announcing 101.

After preparations, both Light and Storm patiently waited on stage until Cyprus and a shy 7 year old girl appeared on both platforms, the Brazilian QR code G - tuber twitching out nervous spasms from his dead serious expression, hands shaken in fear while cradling his launcher. The girl stuck out her nose proudly as she whipped out her golden Master Kit string launcher, a Sapphire Rexcalius R1 Storm - Crystal Star attached to the prongs. With the referee dressed like any sports referee out there, Ryuk's best friend, Romain shook hands with both tamers and quickly glimpsed at their gomas before Round 1 counted down.

"Trois! Deux! Un!... Hyper Vitesse!"

The crowd gave out an ambulant roar as the Jumbotron displayed the intense battle between Khalkazar and Rexcalius. Odd enough, the golden single layer raour type goma flared on a lucky streak over the Amazon bird switchstrike.

Feeling heavily twitched against his loss, Cyprus cursed under his breath after the next round was issued, forcing himself a seat next to Zankye as the Pherean tamer took out his soft black padded WDO case, an avalanche of Sapphire gomas spilling out.

"Not bad, man." Zankye knuckled his friend's shoulder from falling deep into his loss. Cyprus maintained his composure of sorrow and quietly continued to watch the rest of the tourney in captivated silence.

"Next up! Falco!" Storm proudly announced as the danish girl jabbed her shoulders in urge. "Go! He's calling your name."

"Do I look like a log to you?" Falco snazzed up her laugh as she strided to the platforms, scaling a foot up to see..... a 5 year old boy wearing a Mickey Mouse shirt timidly kneeled down in front of the stadium, his Master Kit launcher already in his hands. How funny, this kid was using the same exact setup and goma as the girl did.

After preparations dispersed, Round 1 began. Falco's Archsage Valkaria Vision - Lance Rumble intercepted Rexcalius's Star movement, accidentally crashing into one of the penalty pockets. Round 2 was creamie pie. After a suttle amount of spin stealing, her Predator Thiyamat Stellar - Light Riptide' managed to successfully win against an Kappa. Falco offered her hand to the kid, probably either scaring the wits out of him or he rather stayed meekly shy over grown teenagers.

After Zankye managed to rush through the same girl that Cyprus lost to, he managed to use a Valkaria to strategically wreck the girl's Rexcalius into a whopping Overdrive finish.

Zera gave out a radiant smile as he cheered her on, "Go Falco!"

His girlfriend returned the expression as she was called up on stage again, this time facing the red haired Light.

The girl arbitrarily gulped when the enthusiastic red headed DJ faced her, a playful smile lining his ever pale face. Dancing around for fun, Light quickly kneeled down to dig into his G - deck case, secreting a Talon Suzaku Aero - Dive Screech locked and loaded on a Sapphire Blade Launcher.

After Round 1 was ensued, the battle was on. Gronn vs Yenn. Falco strongly determined that her Nagariel would rubber bump in result to spin stealing against Suzaku. With the help of Light's excellent launch, S3 begain to whirlpool around N3 like an orbiting planet.

It finally came down when the red headed DJ knew his instincts about winning, mostly concerned about the secret spin direction he commenced in order to win.

The crowd lightly yelled in an uproar as Nagariel fell into a sleep finish, Falco lightly slapping her forehead in deep pitiful loss while Light began to smile casually through the G - Tamer cam.

Furiously digging into her G - Deck case, Falco decided to notch up her G play and plucked out her silver axed Knight Sigurd Shield - Breaker Xtend kindly lended by Zera. Light decided to repeat his combo, repetitively on the lucky streak for sensing his opponent using a Right spin goma. Lucky enough this was set to Left.

"Falco!" Storm helpfully announced as the kids on the left section of the booth began to chant in strong enthusiasm, "Falco! Falco! Falco! Falco!"

10 seconds of the cheer caused the black haired tamer to re-gain her courage to win again thanks to Zera who in-audibly yelled her name last.

Round 2. Clash of the mirrored gomas. Both S3's collided like a waving magnet looping around each other.

Light began to shake his hips from side to side while kneeling down, confident enough to go through his easy streak on winning. Falco on the other hand, knuckled her fists in prayer, hoping that she did not click her S3 into left spin mode. Whatever Strike driver Light used had to be so OP.

After 10 seconds of collisions, Light's S3 managed to lightly overdrive Falco's S3 easy as pie.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Storm and the rest of the crowd wailed in snazz, feeling sympathetic towards Falco's loss in Round 2.

The redhead DJ began to sprawl backwards against the platform as if he just commenced a heavenous miracle from Tibarn. "Ale le le le! I finally raised my fawning praise from the sky!"

Hype monotone beats that almost sounded like a nightclub with any bass (because the speakers were just that bad) began to play as Falco admitted her defeat, smiling to maintain her composure. Zera came over and hugged her tightly.

"Aw, don't feel heartbroken over your loss. Next round it should be easy! It's gonna be between- "

"Falco and Ryuk!" Storm called out as both tamers took positions. Falco held onto her white LR Magna Tag launcher while Ryuk loaded her goma onto a red Dual Threat launcher, scarce enough that she strings are way more dependable than ripcords.

Nagariel and Sigurd clashed as if a rivalry was born to ensue between these two Magna Tags.

Falco double took at Shinigami's combo. S3 Armour - Dagger BEARING!? She tentatively recalled Zera showing her his combos, one of them being a dark dragon king with the same exact parts. Realizing her grave mistake tipping over to one side, Divide' did not attune to the stadium floor really well.

With LEFT beating Left, Ryuk managed to proudly acclaim her point though it bugged Falco into unfairness. It was supposed to be a tie breaker though the DJ's and referees slightly discussed this matter and accepted the onslaught point of awarding Alycia a win.

Storm casually clapped his hands as the screen displayed a "K.O. Explosif" template effect.

Ryuk switched positions as Storm began to dance in accordance to her victory, swinging his arms around until it was time for round 2.

Platinum S3 vs Gold S3.

"Go Falco!" Zera cheerfully yelled out, waving his arm to grab his girlfriend's attention. Falco was too focused on her shaken urge for victory.

Same outcome. Same results.

"Hey, you did good out there." Ryuk extended out her hand, Falco forced to shake it in order to regain her happy composure.

This time, Falco faced her only beloved tamer ever. Feeling nervous to battle him, she stood out and proclaimed to herself that she would not lose to Zera. The brown haired boy meekly smiled and shook hands, pretending to wear a serious look against his only girlfriend. Falco screwed up her face, distasted against the thought of facing his ultimate combo.

Round 1 fired up as Arc Rajaion Aero - Fang Bearing and Blade Rexcalius Aero Feather Star bombarded the black stadium floor, the attack type Magna Tag aimlessly circling around the dragon goma like a hawk.

After an extensive amount of useless hits, Rexcalius began to fall into a sleep finish.

Falco pouted in essence of losing though she did not want to emotionally reveal her tears. Staying strong and courageous, she did not give up.

Round 2 ensued and she upgraded to N3 again.

The same damn story with R3.

2 points for Zera.

Round 3 resulted into an embarrassing fail, both Falco and Zera prepared to idiotically launch again. Storm and Light instructed both tamers to clamber down from the platforms. They slightly chuckled at the sight of Falco and Zera holding in their red cheeks from their sheer mistake. They decided to shake hands, smiling at each other for good sportsmanship.

After Zankye managed to beat DracoLight with ease, Zera was called up once again for battle, this time adoring the little boy with the Mickey Mouse shirt.

After the countdown, Rajaion favoured it's stationary position while the golden Rexcalius struck B3 on every side. The boy grew timidly nervous as Rexcalius lopsided into a sleep finish, Zera calmly grabbing his goma and re-loading it on his Dual Threat launcher.

The little kid decided to downgrade to Vulture Cetus Quake - Magnum Liner, probably the worst default stock combo ever yet in Dragoma history.

Zera frankly smiled and congratulated the boy for stepping up on his game. The boy pouted for his loss. Only Mickey was smiling on his shirt.

Thankfully, the Galahad tamer stayed where he was when Ryuk came up on stage.

S3 fiercely clashed against R3 as Round 1 began. Ryuk kept her hopes up, in regards of her Sigurd spinning right spin against the dragon goma. Zera comfortably relaxed as he casually speculated at his bey, spinning eternally thanks to the ever consistent Bearing strike driver that helped fuel the longevity of R3's rotation.

For an ungodly reason, Zera began to childishly clap his hands once, the muffled sound between launcher and on his only fluffy tamer glove caused Falco to snicker behind her hands.

Round 2 effortlessly gave away a surprising moment. The same gomas precisely clashed with only one exception. Rajaion wedged itself to the middle of the stadium's left edge, the dragoma trapped for 5 minutes straight before it whooshed back into the ring. Zera spread his arms out as if his partner dragoma was too dunced enough to attack the opposing goma.

Zankye, Cyprus, and a small plethora of kids decided to drown out their boredom, energetically launching random gomas into an unattended Chaos Core Stadium near Falco. The raven haired tamer timidly glanced at their fights before reverting her attention back to Zera.

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Blinding Lights, steaming Fog, bustling People. Too much to breathtake.

Marco squinted his eyes, cleverly scanning the whole hall with a wide arc.

A plethora of little boys wearing blue sayin Goku hair (trust me, it was a cardboard prop) yelled happily in french while they ran past the ever inquisitive Luinra tamer, his ears closing in carefully for Zera's victory. That lanky motherfucker and his ungrateful combo.

A Crinean Ethiopian mother excused herself after she mistakenly disrupted Marco's horizon watch.

The blonde haired tamer signaled out his returning apology as he slowly walked past the Flip Festival Ludique, meandered carefully around the big boxed section where a tiny eat out and bathrooms were placed.

Flaundered in his hoodie, Marco decided to hide his identity as he joined a couple of bystanders lining up against the outer wall of the Dragoma booth. Hissing under his breath, his archiad vision cleverly spotted out Zera among the benches, happily conversing with Falco and the rest of the G - tubers.

"Believe it or not, everyone! Double the odds! Our 2 well known G - tubers take the stage, ready to shred history on our records!" Light exclaimed in high surprise, his mouth wide enough to catch a floating bubble.

"Finally we get to see both Zankye and Zera face each other like we've never seen it before!" Storm continued in casual tone as both tamers kneeled down on their platform, Dual Threat Launchers ready at hand.

Seidlitz scrutinized on his rival, potent enough to see the brown haired tamer utilize the most OP combo he created together with Triglave crafter.

Clad in referee outfit, Ryuk sat crosslegged like a fancy female on the right platform of the stage before walking up towards the pillar to monitor the battle. Employees and event volunteers rushed past a plethora of people filming the finals of the tournament.

"Idle mistake, guys." Storm pointed out, while Light helpfully directed the two to swap platforms. "Switch. Switch. Switch."

The said named tamers exchanged their spots, settling down to prepare for Round 1.

Ryuk as referee began the countdown as the crowd yelled out the signature battle roar, "HYPER VITESSE!"

Rajaion R3 and Knight Sigurd S3 scarred across the stadium floor, clashing ominously in the middle. Falco held her breath in petrified hope, fingers crossed in result of her boyfriend picking up victory in the finals against Zankye.

The Pherean tamer casually focused on his goma, a left spinning Sigurd S3 Armour - Dagger Bearing (the same exact combo that Falco used).

Zera visibly relaxed, blinking in concern towards Zankye. Sometimes when tournaments strided in, the black haired tamer would sometimes lack presence of others and fully concentrate on his goma.

Marco did the same with his idolized rival. A wicked whisper from the back his head breath into his mind like a guiding voice from another world.

'Soon, the coin is flipped and the winner crowned champion, prized with a Dragoma chest full of gleaming treasure. Flip a coin. Both sides rain retribution among that wretched son of Zeraiya. The old dragon king and the pitiful space unicorn? They will be smitten to dust once you bark out his biological name. Join me and we shall seize his attention and taunt , splinter, and demolish him and his friends down, limb by limb, goma by goma. Do not abandon our plans, Marco. This is our only hope to build The Future Past.'

Growing hesitant while maintaining his serious gaze on his only rival, Marco exhaled out his soft reply, "Yes, heretic king Luinra."

Round was long gone as Zera was awarded with 1 point, Zankye gritting his teeth in disappointment, repeated combos taking stage as Round 2 was quickly issued.

S3 viciously sped around the stadium while R3 closely followed behind. Cyprus started to quietly pray under his breath, fingers crossed in deep hope that Zankye be deserved his 3rd G - tuber title. Falco's heart beat in deep trepidation, gulping in nervousness while feeling widely excited for Zera's final win.

9 times. The combo: Arc Rajaion Aero - Fang Bearing was legally used 9 TIMES.

Lucky enough, Marco missed out on the repetitive use of the black dragon goma since he was too busy focusing Luinra's energy on Zera.

One final contact. One final farewell. One final Round.

"I can't bear to see this! Too nervous to announce!" Light shakily yelped as he jumped into Storm's arms, the taller DJ rolling his eyes in regards of the redhead's childish act.

A set of 500 eyes including the competing tamers nervously exhaled in a slow manner, the final completion of the tournament to end and unveil one final victory.

Both R3 and S3 unstable from the precise rotations, slowly wobbled, scraping against the stadium floor.

Necks slowly craned in fear. Camera's zoomed on both of their faces, determination and hope running though their mind.

With one final contact, S3's right rotation dismantled as the plastic axe weighed the goma down into an official sleep finish.

Zankye, feeling dissident about his harsh loss against Zera, fell flat against the floor, arms supporting his stance of defeat.

"Oh my godd Tibarn!" Light shakily exclaimed, silence ripped across the Dragoma Burst Booth followed by a short microphone squeak bleeding through the speakers.

The Luinra in Marco began to growl ambivalently towards it's feasting prey, reptilian eyes bloodthirsty for the only brown haired tamer stepping up on the winner's podium, proudly standing on the 1st place platform while Zankye idly showed out his devastated loss, a blank but dull gaze at the crowd while Ryuk stood 3rd, smiling and waving to the the two named DJ's. The jumbotron above their heads displayed a celebration template, blue hyperlines speeding outward while their names were written in accordance to their positions.

"We have our final winner!" Storm yelled in exuberance, proudly signaling the danish girl to bring in a brand new...

Falco's heart dropped. No Tournament Collection Set? Instead it was Zera's 3RD Combat Tower Set, the first one bought from a toy store while the second was one sponsored for free by Sapphire Delyra.

"Give it up for our official winner of the 2018 Dragoma World Championship!" Light swung his arms to the left while Storm continued the closing celebration speech, "Representing Delyra with only 20k subs! Ze-...."

"MATTHEW RICKERS!"

The crowd gasped in desperate shock as hearts died down. The booth turned an ultrashade of bloody darkness, printing bloody hands across the walls of the booth, completely effacing the decoration of the event.

The poor security guard tried to block him from allowing entry without a VIP pass, but Marco nearly snapped him to obey the dragon's will. The guard moved the belt, freely inviting Marco inside. The rest of the G - tubers including Falco could only quiver in fear.

The rest of the kids that jovially cheered for Zera's victory now cradled this arms and legs, blocking out the image of the hideous blonde blader.

Tranquility and fog spiraled around them as the brown haired boy, shaken in deep distressing guilt, dropped the Combat Tower box in utter shock.

For all of his 4 years of friendship, this was not Marco Seidlitz. This was something wriggling in him, plotting revenge against the only space unicorn that fueled Zera's G - spirit alive.

Red reptilian eyes began to bleed as DraconicArt growled out his words like an aggressive monster,

"It's about damn time you showed up, Zeraiya. I have been waiting for his FINAL moment. Just between you and me....."