It was a long day, the hot summer sun beat on both Joe’s as they stood lined up on the track field of Pomperaug High School. There, along with Andrew, they readied to hear the coaches new directions for today. “Well, for this new season coming up. I have a memory I recalled. For some odd reason I couldn’t remember what happened a few months ago, but I wrote it all down in this diary I have right here.” he said, “I recalled seeing a few students, such as the two Joe’s over there, having the ability to manipulate “chi,” and so some coaches from other schools realized that some other students in their schools can do the same thing. I was wondering, how would you guys like to add, what I call, a Tenakachi Boudakai (Martial Arts Tournament) as part of the Track curriculum.”

Andrew stepped forward, “Geez, what the hell is wrong with you people. Don’t you realize that this “stuff” that you like shouldn’t exist. A man is as good as his sword. I am sticking to pole vaulting all the way.” he said. “I understand your concern, Andrew, but I think we shall go forth with this. What do you think, shall we try it. I can be watched from the stands before the meets, then we can continue with the rest of meet as normal.” the coach continued. Everyone nodded, though they don’t like staying long at meets, it would be fun to watch them duke it out like that.

And so, they training began, the coach found some odd devises in a catalog. It was a small devise that can detect the power rating in a person and their range, (They called it a scouter, how interesting.) The coach gathered the two Joes together and turned the contraption that he attached to the side of his face. The Lens that ran across his eye read the power of both Joes, “Hmmm...Joe Zukoski, power rating of 10. Not bad, since you lost that power. And let’s see, Joe Philibert...Power rating of 10...What the...” he said. As the read off Philibuster’s power, an uncontrollable urge fell over the Joes. The felt an upsurge in power, like they were becoming stronger...They cried and shouted in pain as their muscles grew twice in size. The coach eyed the scouter. “Wow, looks like you guys got stronger. Joe Zukoski’s power went all the way to 20,000, and Joe Philibert’s is 18,000. Excellent you guys. I want you to start sparring in the field. I want to see what you are capable of.” he said to them.

The Joes didn’t say much, but nodded their heads in agreement. Then they slapped knuckles together and started off. Zuk flipped backwards a few times and rammed into Philibuster, who easily blocked the ram by crossing his arms in a block. Philibuster tried to recoil back with a strong punch. But Zuk performed the zanzoken (where you move so fast you leave an after image of yourself and appear again behind or near an opponent.) and tried to knuckle slam the other Joe. It hit him, Philibuster flipped to the ground, but then flipped back up and fired a regular Kamehameha pop-up. Zuk leapt into the air, but Philibuster turned his cupped hands up and the beam tilted a bit and began to follow Zuk. Then, the beam smacked him in the back. Zuk fell to the ground. He shook himself off and charged up for a Chou-Kamehameha (the super kamehameha, where the user can channel a lot more energy and shoot it a little slower for more damage.) But the coach halted the Joes and congratulated on a job well done.

Then, a week went by...The training was harder, more challenging, and even frightening. Who would have thought, that this pair, had to lift all the pole vaulting mats by themselves, all 4 of them. Each weighing at about 200 lbs. To even lifting the cars in the parking lots and running to Patty’s Pantry and back. Then the coach pulled the two together. “We have a meet coming up. Danbury has a few members that are close to being as strong as you. I last heard they were at 30,000 each. But after all this weight training you went through and such, I am sure you have gotten much stronger. Especially, since you were all wearing weighted suits. If you to remove your weighed clothing, you may get an extra boost of speed and some power instead of the power.

And so, the meet began the next day. The crowd was enormous, filling all of the stands in excitement of the new Boudakai going to unfold. While the other members of the track team warmed up for their roles, the Joes sat in the benches, taking a breather, and wondered if they can win. Then the coach walked toward them, “Boys, I got you some good uniforms, just for you event. I got these nice red karate gi’s with the logo of our school on the front and the panther symbol on the back. Pointing toward his truck, they saw the suits. Each weighed at about 200 lbs each. Giving the same amount of weight they had been training with all this time. They quickly threw the suits on and stretched themselves out. It felt great!

Then, the opponents arrived. The mainstream of the team didn’t look so tough. But their fighters were really something frightening. There were 3 of them, each looking like that can each take on ten Joes, without sweating. Then the announcer came on. “First we shall start off with the new addition to the track curriculum, the Tenakachi Boudoukai. One fighter from each team will battle to the other gives, or faints. Philibuster volunteered first. One of the big guys stepped up the 50 yard line of the football field. The Bell rang, the battle was under way.

A left, a right. Both arms of each fighter were exchanged, fiercely. Then, the Danbury fighter socked Philibuster in the jaw, and Joe flew back, thinking, “Why dies everything happen to me?” Then, he flipped up and thought of some strategy. Then, an idea snapped. So, Joe dashed toward the fighter at full force. He plopped his hands in front of him, and just before impact with his opponent, he fired a large beam at the ground, which shot in high into the air. A great distraction to the Danbury fighter, left him open for a nice blow to the back, and Joe did so.

But, before anymore can go on. Shots rang out and several figures managed a way to the 50 yard line with the fighters. Two figures, one of normal man size and another, a midget type person...riding, a burro of some sort. Both Joes made ready in case of something interesting sparked up. The man halted and pulled a microphone out so they crowd may hear. “Greetings, please excuse this intrusion, but I think it was necessary. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Dr. Gear, a former Robotics teacher at this fine school. That is, until you people locked me away from education because I created Android-like creations, which were used for warfare. They were fighting machines, and I wasn’t setting good examples for these youngsters. Well I am here for some revenge, and with my ultimate Android to battle with, composed of Zealot and Clone DNA which, presence was here a few months ago. By my side, my assistant, Dominic. The small man waved his hands with a smile. He had familiar looks, then Philibuster remembered, “I remember that stupid face anywhere, it’s Dom Marino.” Only different. The 3 foot tall midget wore a massive sombrero across his head, and wore a bright yellow dinner jacket with a huge red bowtie to go with it. He also wore large sunglasses, famous during the mid-eighties. “Ah, but this is the clone of that stupid....never mind. I am not going to get worked up again.” Dr. Gear said. Then, with a small ball shaped object, that he reviled from his jacket pocket, he tossed it swiftly in front of him. The ball landed with a thud and sprung open. A large lightened figure appeared, instantly. It was about 30 feet tall...and was in the shape of, “Ah, Not a...Not a....A Pikachu clone...AHHHH.” Shouted Zuk. “Ah, no it is not, it is a much more barbaric Pokemon wanna be. It has military strategy. it has more strength. But also, it has a lovable face, that no one can ever wanna hurt. I give you my creation....Pikehan.” Dr. Gear said.

Everyone was in mass panic at the towering Pokemon mascot, many were afraid of. Zuk and Philibuster stood at their guard. Then, some more figures jumped in front of Zuk and Philibuster...It was none other then Calabro, Bastedo, and Gilday, ready for some more action. “Let us take out this Pokemon, piece of crap. It will be all our pleasure.” stated Calabro as he drew his sword. The trio leapt in the air and landed on the clone of the infamous Pokemon. There, Calabro slashed wildly, Bastedo also, with his Vibro Ax, slashed about. Gilday, started pegging buckshot after buckshot with this aid of his Remington 12-guage Double Barreled Shotgun. Only little affect was the answer to the countless blows by the trio. Then, Pikehan powered up, and shouted it’s name and it’s whole body sparked up in a lightning aura, which easily knocked all three off his body and smashed into the ground. Both Joes leapt in succession of their fallen friends to the creature. Zuk thrusted both hands in front of him, and out fires one huge beam (the Mega Blast) then while, Pikahan was ready to absorb it with the spark power, Zuk clapped his hands together. The huge beam split into seven smaller beams. They surrounded Pikahan and charged into him at seven different locations.

A loud shriek of “Pike...” was sounded around the field. But the large Pokemon clone leapt out of the smoke cloud that was formed. “Pike....Pikehan. Pikehan.” said the clone. It was obviously trying to communicate, and to the other’s guesses, probably cursing them.

Then, the Pikehan, full of anger for getting scratched a little, charged his lightning energy and it created a larger shield around him. Then with a shriek it spread and ate away all around that it crossed. It nailed Philibuster, Zuk, Bastedo, and even Gilday. Calabro Managed to get around it in time. The stadium was shell-shocked. People’s hair were standing straight up. They couldn’t move, and were some were hurt. Then, Pikehan walked over to Zuk, to stomp him. Then, Pikehan, stepped onto his legs. SQUASH! The sound of two broken legs of Zuk. A shout of pain and agony echoed through the field. Then, while the beast was preoccupied with Zuk, Calabro leapt to behind Pikehan, and with his mighty blade, hacked off his tail. In one swift stroke, the tail fell to the ground in a thud. The clone shrieked aloud. Then, Zuk, with the last remaining strength left, he flipped himself forward and flew forward, and rammed into the Evil Pikachu look alike. The ram was so hard it punctured through the skin. Then, Zuk thrusted his left hand into the gaping hole in the stomach and fired a huge fireball into the stomach and the clone blew up in an instant.

Pikehan was no more. Zuk fell down into unconscienceness. Philibuster grabbed him and dragged him off to the side and laid him onto the bleachers. Then, Dr. Gear, who was hysterical that his creation was destroyed, began to cursed the Crew. Philibuster began to defend his position as current hero and cursed back. Then, Dr. Gear said, “Well, kid, you think you’re that strong, take this...” He stuck out his arm and his hand ripped off, reviling a large cannon. He fired it without thought and it fired a huge fireball at Philibuster. The rest of the crew could only watch in amazement as Philibuster shouted aloud in an angry rage and the ball collided with Philibuster...but wait. As if an invisible shield had protected Philibuster, as he walked forward, the ball pushed forward and then, Joe smacked it and it flew toward Dr. Gear. “No, Noooooo.” The ball hit him and he disintegrated in an instant.

Now, the Dom clone was left. He didn’t look so harmless. “Yo quiero Taco Bell. Me gusta to fight with you banbinos.” Dom began to speak in Spanglish. He rushed to Philibuster and punched him in the jaw. He fell backwards from the hit. Then Bastedo and Gilday dropped down and grabbed the little Dom. One arm each and tossed him behind them. They helped Joe up and turned toward the little Dom. “Yo quiero los estudiantes estupidos.” He began to giggle.

Philibuster recovered from the shot and told Bastedo and Gilday to step back and watch the other Joe. Then off he went, Joe dashed with all his speed toward the clone. WHAM, cracked the silence as Joe elbowed the clone into the chest. Then he smacked him across the face with his other hand. But before another hit can happen, Dom managed to high kick Philibuster right in the face. Then DOm began to punch wildly at Philibuster. Covering his chest, stomach and face with his arms, Philibuster easily can defend against him. Then the force of the punches and Philibuster defending brought them into the air. Hovering a few feet off the ground they were then exchanging blows. Until Philibuster saw a clear shot and thrusted two hands out to Dom and shot a small burst of energy at Dom, who flew backwards and smashed into the bleachers of the field.

After shaking his head a few times, Dom got up. Joe saw a small opening for a big attack. Then he stuck his right arm straight out toward Dom. His hand a perfect perpendicular position to his arm. He charged up a large amount of “chi” and with a quick blast he shouted, “Big Ba-Da Boom Attack!!” Then a huge ball of energy sprang forth from his hand and flew toward Dom with immense strength. Dom flew quickly into the air, and stopped right in the way of the ball. He snapped his fingers and the ball stopped at his command. Then he side-stepped a few feet to the left and snapped his fingers again, and the ball flew off course into the field below. “Ohh...I...I can’t believe he got away from that. That piece of shi-..” He was cut off. Dom was grinning, almost too happily. Then he casually fired the Renzoku Energy Dan. Joe dodged each one, and smacked a small out the way. Then he landed at the fifty yard line. Dom followed.

A few moments of waiting as each opponent tried to stare down the other. Joe was cautiously trying to plan out what he can do to take him out. Dom, was thinking the same. Then, spark in his brain told him to go off and dash into him. He did. Dom, too confident of his power did the same. The two dashed at almost unseen speed. They both met and collided at exactly the fifty yard line. SMASH...Both the sound of metal and bone cracked over the field. Then Philibuster flew on and tripped in mid-dash and fell to the ground in a pant. A grin appeared as he turned back to see Dom. The Mexican clone wannabe had stood in perfect condition with his small arms in his pocket. He began to giggle again. Then a spark traveled through his body and his head fell off into his arms. Then a second later he blew up into nothing but his sunglasses. A tired Joe managed to get up and pick up the remains of the glasses and put them on. He repeated the stupid grin of the Dom clone as he walked up with Bastedo, Gilday and Calabro, holding a beaten Joe toward the school.

“You know guys, we have been working too hard. I think we all can use a quick Bastedo cookie, a coffee and a good horror flick. What do you think?” All nodded in agreement, all Zuk could do was show a thumbs up from his hurt body as they all traveled up the walk of fame to the school.

The End!