A tidal wave of noise crashes against the arena walls as fan favourite Luke Skywalker confidantly struts onto the tournament floor. Then a moment later the very sound is replaced with a horror caught in the throats of children everywhere as Super Shredder literally flies out of the very same entrace where Luke had emerged. Luke launches Shredder into the far wall with a devestating force push and Shredder can only fall like a rag doll to the ground. Shredder lay still, deathly still. Luke simply looked down and sighed and began to walk away. The stadium flooded with the chants of his name.
Luke’s first step licked the contrete stair and at the same instant he withdrew his lightsabre from its hoster. The blinding blue light of Shredder’s ice beam embraced the electric green of Luke’s salvation. A barrage of ice beams struck Skywalker’s sabre as the Shredder moved with uncanny speed closing the distance between the two combatants. Only a few feet away Shredder connected his wrists, his outward palms released a wave of fire. Luke ludged forward beneath the inferno and let loose a lengthy uppercut slicing off both of Shredder’s hands. There was no scream though, no faulter in Super Shredder’s vigor and determination. The sound of steel biting against steel pierces the air as the downward arc of Shredder’s forearm was blocked by the handle of Luke’s lightsabre, rendering it useless. Composer regained though, Luke extended his hand and stole a page from the his father’s book clutching the air purposefully. The once powerful release point of magic made only by a mutagenic ray now was left only with a pair of bloody stumps that clumsily bounced against Shredder’s neck trying uselessly to prevent the walls of his throat from caving in. Skywalker’s gaze never left though as the Shredder’s eyes pleaded for Luke to stop. And then it was over, noticably shaken Luke Skywalker left the arena triumphant. No one cheered.