Disclaimer:Power Rangers aren't mine, the song isn't mine it's
Queen's… all
bow down to the great Mercury! I was bored, got tired of doing a heart
felt
story and decided to do one that was packed full of adrenaline… remind
me to
be careful what I listen to next time.
Lunge, slash, parry, dodge… run! Tommy ran through the woods
knowing his
opponent was hot on his heels. The dance had been going on for over an
hour
now and neither Tommy nor his enemy were giving up. That it how it
always was
for his kind, and that is how it would always be, and a part of Tommy
liked
it that way. The hunt, the chase, the adrenaline was always a part of
this,
and always a part of him. He wouldn't have it any other way. Tommy let
a
small chuckle escape his lips as he crashed out of the forest and into
the
clearing. He then turned and faced his enemy, his sword out and ready.
"I thought you were going to run forever," his rival smirked.
"Nope," Tommy replied, "here I am."
Here I am,
I'm the master of your destiny,
I am the one the only one,
I am the god of kingdom come,
Gimme the prize,
Just gimme the prize,
The two of them met, sword against sword, both grunting in slight
shock
from the impact. Tommy felt his senses growing sharper, the area more
clear
and alive. He felt as empowered as his opponent. Tommy grinned as he
pushed
away and slashed him across the chest. He then dodged a lunge, a slash,
and
then blocked the next attack, enveloping the sword with his own and
disarming
his enemy.
"Getting sloppy," Tommy observed.
"Got to hell," his enemy laughed.
"No thanks… already live there remember?" Tommy retorted.
"Tell me about it," his foe sighed as he dodged under Tommy's sword
and
ran for his own weapon.
Give me your kings,
Let me squeeze them in my hands,
Your puny princes,
Your so-called leaders of your land,
I'll eat them whole before I'm done,
The battle's fought and the game is won,
I am the only one,
I am the god of kingdom come,
Gimme the prize,
Just gimme the prize,
Tommy ran after his adversary spinning the sword in his hand. He
let out
a feral yell as he thrust down with all his might, only to be blocked
by the
katana. Tommy grunted as his enemy used his momentum against him and
pushed
him back. The two of them stood and ran at each other. There was a
rhythmic
sound of grunting and clashing as each opponent attacked and blocked
each
other in their deadly dance. Neither of them were going to back down,
and
they would keep fighting until one fell.
Now you die,
I have something to say,
It's better to burn out,
Than to fade away,
There can be only one,
Tommy doubled over as he was kneed in the stomach, he recovered
quickly
and grabbed his enemy's arms before the sword met his mark, and head
butted
him. "Cutting it a little close there weren't you?"
"Hey, I fight to win, whatever works right?" His enemy grunted,
still
disoriented from the head butt.
"If you say so," Tommy smirked as he kicked him in the chin, he was
fully
determined to win this fight.
Move over,
I said move over,
Hey, hey, hey,
The two of them finally broke apart and circled each other, they
both
were finally showing signs of fatigue, but they were both stubborn.
They knew
that only one person was going to walk away from this fight alive. And
they
were both determined to win. They both wanted to be the one. After a
few
minutes of circling and reserving some energy, the two enemies met up,
for
the last and most crucial part of their fight. They knew that only one
would
walk away from this alive. And they welcomed it.
Clear the way,
There's no escape from my authority,
Didn't I tell you,
I am the one the only one,
I am the god of kingdom come,
Gimme the prize,
Just gimme the prize,
Lunge, slash, parry, dodge, kick. Tommy's face grew emotionless, he
was
no longer taking things lightly, he was no longer playing, he was
fighting
for his life, and the determined look in his eyes scared his opponent,
just
enough to make him falter. Tommy took that window of opportunity and
disarmed
his enemy, kicked him down and killed him. Tommy had won.
I am the one,
The only one,
I'm the god of kingdom come,
Gimme the prize…
"Good fight Tommy," his enemy panted from the floor, the practice
sword
poised at his neck.
"Thanks Jase," Tommy panted as he pulled the practice sword back
and
offered him his hand. "It was close though."
"Close?" Kim asked as she, Billy, Zack, and Trini walked over from
where
they were watching the spar, "You had me thinking you two were going to
kill
each other!"
"Nah," Jason grinned, "we'd never do that…"
"Yeah, not even Rita can make me kill Jason," Tommy replied growing
serious for a moment. "No one will, ever."
Jason slapped Tommy on the shoulder and offered him a grin, trying
to
bring back the jovial mood that had been with them through out the
fight. "So
bro, you gonna tell me how you managed to win this one?"
"Simple," Tommy sighed, shaking the memories from his head and then
smiled to his friend, "I once heard someone say that to beat evil, you
need
heart, soul, and steel, because in the end, there can be only one…
sometimes
a take it to heart."
"Where'd you hear that?" Zack asked.
"I dunno," Tommy shrugged, "I just… remember something like that."
"Tommy… dear…" Kim looked at him slightly worried, "you watch too
many
movies."
There can be only one…
