Yu-gi-oh 5d's my story 8

(Open on Yusei and Cortez are walking down a hallway lined with cells, flanked by a pair of guards, each one gripping an arm.)
Guard: So how you likin' your stay here, Yusei?
(From his tone, Yusei would rather answer that with a kick to the shins.)
Yusei: So far, so good.
Guard: Well that'll change soon enough.
(They stop, one of the guards pushes a pad on the wall and speaks into an intercom.)
Guard: Chief Armstrong, we have yusei, and the kid. Are you ready for them?
Armstrong (via intercom): Yes.
(The door opens, spilling harsh fluorescent light on Yusei, Cortez and the guards. Yusei looks grim; this doesn't look good, but he won't show fear. But Cortez on the other hand, might.)

(Back on the dueling court, prisoners mill around, including Tanner, his gang of thugs, and Yanagi. People can be heard gossiping and chattering amongst themselves)
- ..I can't believe Cortez won, and with just one attack...
- ...Yeah, that was amazing...
(Yanagi fans his precious treasure cards, then slips them protectively into his vest)
Yanagi (to his cards): I'd better hide you guys.
Tanner: Gramps, are Cortez, and Yusei back? I'm startin' to worry about what the Chief wants them for.
Yanagi: Oh, he's fine. It's just routine.
Tanner: It's *not* just routine. There are only two ways ya get to meet the Chief-- you make a mean barbecue sauce, or he's mad.

(Back to Yusei, and Cortez, as Tanner finishes speaking. The guards are still holding them, one on each arm, and they are standing in the shadow of a huge, fat black man in a guard uniform with the sleeves rolled up to the shoulders to accommodate his muscled arms. His thick black beard is rather pointy, angling back upward on each side. This is Chief Armstrong, the notorious warden of the Facility.)
Tanner (VO): And Cortez may know how to duel like a pro, but I got a feeling he doesn't know *squat* about barbecue...
Armstrong: So how do you like the Facility so far, boys? I'm sure it smells better than what you're used to in the Satellite. As does my anchovy-and-onion breath, don'tcha think?
(He breathes in Yusei and and cortez's face. Yusei winces, but Cortez is unfazed)
Yusei: Ugh...
(He walks around and takes over from one of the guards, and pins Yusei's right arm painfully behind his back)
Armstrong: Rumor has it that you might be hiding something, and it's my job to find out if you are.
(Armstrong rolls up Yusei's sleeve and looks at his wrist; it's blank. He pushes Yusei, who falls into the waiting arms of a pair of labcoats.)
Armstrong: Take 'im, you two! And run your tests.
(Yusei glares back over his shoulder; what are they going to do to him?!)
Armstrong: Find out what this punk's hiding! But leave the kid to me.
(Cortez didn't like the sound of that, so now he is left with the chief, himself.)
Armstrong: So kid! I take it, your this unknown stranger around the Satellite and New Domino City! I got to say, I like you!
Cortez: (sarcasted) Thanks, I'm flattered. So what do you want with me?
Armstrong: Just want you to know, that your not like any other I met, most of them are makes me mad, but seeing you makes me a little peachy. You know how to cook up barbecue?
Cortez: No, I'm a bat cook by the way.
Armstrong: That's fine by me. Maybe you and I can get along, so tell 'ya what. Keep an eye on Yusei for me, and I may see to it ya leave this place.
Cortez (think): I hope I stay on his good side


Scientist: Just lie still, and don't move a muscle.
(Yusei is in his light-blue boxers, strapped to a table that slides under some kind of CAT scan machine.)
Computer: Analyzing genetic makeup. DNA testing complete.
(Yusei's table slides back out of the machine and tilts to a vertical position. Armstrong gets in his face, while Cortez have to watch this.)
Armstrong: Now you better hope we find what we're supposed to find and *soon*. 'Cause if you make me miss lunch, you and I are gonna have big, big problems, satellite. See, when my blood sugar level gets too low, I get cranky, angry, and super-mean!

(In New Domino, Goodwin and Lezar walk along a hallway. The outside wall is made of plate glass, showing a panoramic view of the New Domino skyline. They turn a corner and head toward a doorway further into the building.)
Lezar: He's with him right now, though he hasn't found the Sign as of yet. But of course this Cortez is friends with the chief.
Goodwin: I doubt the Chief could find *anything* that wasn't lathered in a sweet honey glaze. What I'm surprised is that he is making friends with anyone. Usually he blames them for no reasons.
Lezar: He's continuing to run all the normal tests, but with no results. (types on a digital keyboard) Here's Yusei's file, sir.
(A picture of Yusei appears on the monitor screen in front of Goodwin, along with a dossier.)
Goodwin: 'Lives in the Satellite'...'few run-ins with Sector Security'... 'Aptitudes include dueling, engineering'... Hmmph! There's nothing about who he is or where he came from!
Lezar: We're... ahah, working on that as we speak, Mister Goodwin. But you have to consider, he may not be as special as we hope he is.
Goodwin: It's time I take a trip to the Facility. I need to observe this satellite firsthand to see whether or not you're right.
Lezar: I also have the files on this Cortez as well.
(The monitor shows now Cortez, with a dossier)
Goodwin: Hmmm. Found in Satellite, Run-ins with Sector Security'... 'Aptitudes include dueling, and driving on a duel runner. Also no record on where he lives, who he is or where he came from. Now I truly must visit the Facility.
Lezar: And shall I inform the Chief of your impending arrival?
Goodwin: Yes. Tell the Chief to send the boys back to their cell. (slightly evil smile) I think I know of a better way to find the information I seek.

(The Facility. Night. The guards dump Cortez, and Yusei back in their cell with Yanagi; it looks like they had to halfway carry them there.)
Yusei: Ugh!
Guard: Heh! Have a nice trip!
Yanagi: You look horrible! What did they do to you?!
(Yusei manages to sit up next to Yanagi.)
Yusei: Nothing. Just ran some tests.
Yanagi: Tests?!
Yusei: They must've been looking for a mark that appeared on my arm when that dragon showed up at the Kaibadome.
Yanagi: They're looking for the Mark of the Dragon!!
(Yanagi realizes he's talking too loud and claps both hands over his mouth. A guard hears something and peers into their cell; they wait until they hear his footsteps walking away)
Yanagi (whisper): *You must be a Signer*, Yusei!
Yusei: Signer?
Cortez: What's that?
Yanagi: I heard about them long ago. I thought the whole thing was just a *legend*. But now, the tale of the People of the Stars may actually be true! Ya see, long ago there was a tribe. They were brave and they worshiped a crimson dragon. And some could even summon the beast. They're called Signers.

(As Yanagi speaks, we see a vision of five human silhouettes, each one's right arm shining red. Above them loom five silhouetted dragons, each with eyes glowing golden. Above them all, the Crimson Dragon shines like a star.
Yanagi (VO): There were five such warriors, and each one the Mark of a different dragon that they could call forth to aid them in battle.
(End Vision)

Yanagi: Yusei! Don't you see, you're one of *them*!
Yusei: Me, a Signer?

(Flashback. Jack's Red Dragon Archfiend breathes fire, and Yusei's Stardust Dragon answers with shimmering silver mist. The two blasts collide halfway between the dragons, and a sparkling red dragon emerges, soaring out into the sky beyond the duel, spreading its skeletal wings and bellowing an eerie cry.)
Yusei (VO): So you think that I actually called out this Crimson Dragon?
(End Flashback)

Yanagi: That's exactly what I think, and as legend would have it, the mystical powers of the five dragons were eventually sealed into five different duel monster cards. Which means that you-- (gasp) Yusei, you must have one!
Yusei: One of the ancient dragons? I'm not so sure...
Yanagi: WHAT?! Well *I've* never been so sure of anything in my entire life! You'll let me see it, *won't* you?
Yusei: I don't have it.
Yanagi: AAAGH! You don't have it? Just as well...eh, in here, it would probably be confiscated. But why does the Chief even think that you're a Signer in the first place, huh? Unless someone *told* him...

(Cortez gasped, remembering what he heard of the crimson dragon, bringing him to this time-ling, then came a flash back, where he was in the stadium, where Stardust blast Red Dragon Archfiend)



Celestial Alien (flashback): You must complete the task, you were sent to do, so I'm sending you the number.
(End Flashback)

Cortez: I met a alien, Yanagi!
Yanagi (confused): Huh?
Yusei: You saw an alien?
Cortez: Yes. He said, I have task I must complete.

(Flashback where Cortez was in the strange blue celestial space, and saw a light blue planet, along a light blue celestial being, giving him questions about the Crimson Dragon)

Celestial Alien (flashback): Be warned. This task is dangerous beyond your ability. This task will bring you back your memory, just like when I had a mission, that helped bring back mine. Feel the flow, my friend.
(Flashback End)

Cortez: He said I need to complete this mission, if I can to regain my memory. He even gave me this so called "Number".
Yanagi: But what kind of Number?
Cortez: I don't know, but I do know that the Crimson Dragon brought me here.

(Flashback)
Celestial Echo: This is the Dragon that brought you here.
Cortez: But how could I never remember, seeing him?
Celestial Echo: All the answers will be revealed to you. Soon.
(Flashback End)

(This made Yanagi shocked, and Yusei got awed, thinking about it)
Yanagi: If the dragon brought you here! Do you also have the mark of a Signer as well?
Cortez: Sadly I don't, I looked around my arm to see where the mark is. But I don't have
Yanagi: But if you don't have it, then why did it choose you? The prophecy states that the Signers, who worships the dragon, becomes his warriors. So why did he chose you?
Cortez: I don't know. I was told that the Crimson Dragon chose me.
Yusei: If so, then I might be able to help you on your journey. Since I am a Signer.
Yanagi: If the dragon brought you here, then you must have the power similar to their powers.
Cortez (think): I doubt it.

(Jack flips the top card of his deck; Red Dragon Archfiend. He's sitting on the couch in his New Domino apartment late at night, staring at the card. All the lights are off; the only light in the room comes from the night sky through the huge windows.)
Jack (think): There's no *way* a loser like me could be a Signer. How does Goodwin expect me to save the world when I can't even save myself from losing to the likes of *Yusei*?
Mina: Mister Atlas?
Jack: Whatta *you* want?
Mina: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt, but... um, y'see, I've got a breakdown for tomorrow's duel.
Jack: I won't be needing it, Mina.
(He stands, holding Archfiend in one hand.)
Jack: Because I'm not dueling anyone until Yusei gets out! <6:00> My rank means *nothing* anymore, because he beat me! ME! And until we have a rematch, I'm throwing in my cards!
(He throws Archfiend back onto the coffee table in a dramatic gesture. Mina seems to shrink.)
Mina: But Mister Atlas, you have a contractual responsibility to your sponsors--
Jack: You think I care?! I duel for *me*, not some fat cat holding a checkbook!
(Mina is speechless; she's afraid to speak, but also sympathetic for Jack's frustration and confusion. Jack groans and turns away, walking to the giant window )
Jack: Don't you realize that dueling is more than just paydays and trophies?
(He looks up at the sky. A beautiful, bright, silvery crescent moon is visible between a few filmy clouds, with stars sparkling around it.)
Jack: Funny, the only one who understands is Yusei.

(Yanagi is snoring softly; Yusei lies awake, staring at the ceiling. He holds up his bare right arm; it's still completely blank...)
Yusei: Hey Cortez.
Cortez: Yeah?
Yusei: I wonder if Yanagi really knows what he's talking about? Do I really have the Mark of the Crimson Dragon?
Cortez: When he means your mark, then it might be. As for me, I wonder where I even came from, but I know we can get though this.

(The Facility. Morning.)
Armstrong: Zip it, everybody!
(This might be the same large room that was used as a duel arena the previous day. Armstrong is standing off to the side; Goodwin, in his usual nondescript gray suit, is standing at a grand-looking podium. The inmates of the Facility are assembled, standing in neat rows, including Yusei, who's standing next to Yanagi and in front of Tanner.)
Armstrong: Good, now that I have your undivided attention, allow me to introduce the Director-General himself, Mister Rex Goodwin! He's here to shed some light on a new program that he'll be implementing here at the Facility over the next few weeks. We're hoping that *someone* here has the mark of a champion.
(Yusei gasps slightly; Yanagi glances over at him nervously, and Tanner scowls up at Goodwin. Cortez on the other hand, did not a thing, but just stand there listening.)

(A the same time, it's a bright, sunny morning at the Kaibadome. A single card rotates on the Sphere, and spotlights play across the ground from all angles. The announcer is in his usual bright pink suitcoat with tails, orange bowtie, and crazy hairdo; he'd also make a good wacky game show host.)
Announcer: Duelists young and old, professional and amateur alike, we-e-lcome to the Kaibadome! Now let's get ready to rev things up!

(Backstage in a waiting room, Jack is already in his riding suit, adjusting his gloves. Mina stands meekly off to the side.)
Announcer (on TV): We've got an unprecedented rematch today, so stay tuned!
Mina: Mister Atlas, if it means anything, you've made the right choice to duel today. Now let's put all this Yusei business behind us and move on.
(Jack turns and glares at her; she steps back. We notice that he's cracking his knuckles and wringing his hands in a slight show of nerves.)
Jack: I'll move on when I'm good n' ready.
Mina: Of course, I only meant that you--
Jack: Save it, Mina. I have a duel to prepare for.
(Jack reaches down to the table and places a hand on his deck. He stands, his face backlit from above by the ceiling lights.)
Jack (think): 'Cause the last thing anyone would want is for me to lose again...

(At the Kaibadome)
Announcer: Alright! Now let's give it up, for the one, the only-- Hunter Pace!
(Hunter explodes from a doorway into the arena on his runner, a black hog with two big exhaust pipes. Hunter Pace is a tough-guy in the convention of a stereotypical present-day motorcyclist; black leather jacket with spikes and flames on the shoulders and sleeves, spiky knees, and a skull-shaped pendant around his neck.) <8:00>
Hunter: Come out, come out, Jack Atlas! It's your old friend, and Hunter Pace has got a score to settle-- I'm winnin' my title back, pretty-boy!!
(Hunter skids to a stop on the track, having made his grand entrance.)

(Jack puts a foot on the footrest on his runner, places his duel disk in its slot, slots his deck, and turns on the screen of his runner. The readouts on the screen reflect across his visor, uplighting his face; he looks deadly serious.)

Announcer: And now, please welcome the undefeated, undisputed duel champion of the world--
(The roving spotlights triangulate onto a doorway into the stadium. Jets of dramatic smoke shoot up from the ground and through the steam Jack shoots into the air on his runner, soaring into the stadium straight through the center of the spotlights. On the Sphere behind him is a close-up of him on his runner, on top of another image of half his face.
Announcer: --the master of faster, the one, the only Jack Atlas!
(Jack hits the pavement and his engines kick in, rocketing him forward in a magnificent blast of turquoise light. He shouts his usual catchphrase to the roaring crowd, but without his usual prideful enthusiasm. The crowd is just as psyched.)
Jack: What say we kick this turbo-duel into overdrive!
Announcer: Does Jack Atlas have the moves that matter to take down Hunter Pace's new deck? The word on the circuit is that it's powerful, it's mean, and it's hotter than hot!
(Over this last line, Jack has breezed to a halt at the starting blocks, next to Hunter, who glances over, then looks ahead. Jack speaks, to no one in particular.)
Jack: If everyone here wants a show, then I'll *give* them a show.
Cheerleaders: Go Jack! Go Jack! Go Jack!
(Jack sees the stadium almost from within a bubble, deaf to the cheers. The stadium is in darkness, and a single follow-spot is shining on the two runners. The whole scene seems a bit too perfect, too grandiose to be real.)
Jack (think): Go on, cheer. Scream your lungs out. Buy season tickets. Crowd around your televisions to witness this deceit! Huh. It's all a waste. You came to see a champion? Well he's stuck in a cell somewhere. But if you want a show, step right up-- I'm the all-singing, all-dancing runner-up of New Domino City!
(Mina walks into the stadium behind the uppermost bleachers, looking worried.)
Announcer: Jack Atlas and Hunter Pace are at the starting blocks! Now, let's make some noise, New Domino! *Are you ready* to turbo-duel?! I think it's finally time to get things started, don't *you*?
Jack: I'll fire things up!
(Jack presses the rightmost of three buttons below his screen. Hunter's screen shows "Speed World" in perfect sync with Jack's.)
Computer: Duel mode engaged. Autopilot standing by.
(The Speed World field spreads from the two runners in a bright purple wave, creating an artificial daylight, turning the dark track bright gray-blue. A holographic countdown appears above the track in front of them.)
Computer: Turbo-duelists, countdown initiated...
(Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four... Hunter and Jack each start with 4000 lifepoints; Hunter looks grim, Jack seems slightly bored... The silence just before the race seems to stretch.)
Computer: Ready, set, duel. <10:00>
(Both runners are off the mark, their tires sparking. Despite the fact that he started slightly behind, Jack quickly pulls ahead.)
Jack: Hey, Hunter! Watch this! Dark Resonator, put up the Big D!
(Defense mode)
[Dark Resonator 1300/300/L3/dark]
Computer: Dark Resonator is a Dark-attribute Fiend-type Tuner monster that cannot be destroyed in battle once a turn.
Announcer: Jack Atlas is off to as strong a start as I have ever seen! I think he's trying to let Hunter Pace know that this title is his, and his alone!
Hunter: Huh! So is that supposed to scare me?
Jack: No, but these two *facedowns* should do the trick!
Announcer: Hunter had better be careful, or one of those facedowns *could* lead to an early exit for the former champ!

(Compared to the lights of the stadium, the dingy, tan assembly room at the Facility looks rather plain. Goodwin makes his speech to the assembled crowd of prisoners; based on counting heads in the front row and counting rows, we're looking at over 300 Facility inmates on screen alone.)
Goodwin: Good evening, everyone. If you will allow me a few moments of your time, I will explain the details of the pilot program that Chief Armstrong mentioned earlier.
(Among the crowd, Cortez, Yusei, Tanner, Yanagi, and Tanner's cronies Short and Thin listen with stony faces. Around them, I'm noticing some unusual dye marks, including a slit-shaped mark that crosses one's nose, one that crosses an eye, and two horizontal rectangles on a guy's forehead. Goodwin steps down from his podium and walks the floor as he addresses them.)
Goodwin: I'm sure that many of you feel that you have been dealt a bad hand in life. But I hope to change that.
(Goodwin walks up the center aisle between impeccable lines of disheveled-looking inmates standing at attention. Thin covers a yawn.)
Goodwin: In fact, for one person here, new opportunities are a handshake away. Your experiences in life could be of great service to the City.
(Everyone stands a little straighter and pays attention at this.)
Goodwin: And that is why I've decided to select *one* of you to take under my wing.
(Goodwin stops walking, a few feet away from Yusei, who happens to be standing on the aisle; Yanagi and Short are staring at Goodwin, but Yusei ignores him and stares straight ahead.)
Goodwin: And should that person prove himself helpful to me and the City, then I will be more than happy to return the favor.
(Yusei looks at Goodwin, incredulous and suspicious. But Cortez is a little worried about Yusei, making a hasty, mistake)
Goodwin: Like, say, a full pardon, for example. A clean record. Perhaps even an invite to live here in New Domino City.
(Goodwin looks right at Yusei)
Goodwin: And now it's just a matter of picking one of *you* here to come and assist me.
(Yusei scowls; he sees exactly where this is going.)
Goodwin: Of course, you can come along if you like, Chief Armstrong is trusty friend of yours.
(Cortez did what he offered and followed him)



(Back at the Kaibadome, the pro match between Jack and Hunter races onward.)
Hunter: Don't go losin' your *cool*, Jack, okay? 'Cause now it's my turn, and I'm plannin' on turning up the *heat* in this place, champ! Startin' with Skull Conductor!
[Skull Conductor 2000//L4/dark]
Hunter: See, losin' to you last time caused me a lot a' pain, but that was nothin' compared to the agony that this monster card is about to orchestrate! Because as soon as I send ol' bony here to the graveyard, I can summon out two zombie-type monsters <12:00> who're just *dyin'* to burn up some a' your lifepoints! Huhhahahahah! Say hello to my two Burnin' Skull Heads!
[Burning Skull Head /800//]
Announcer: And it looks like Hunter Pace is going all-out to make sure *this* duel doesn't end up like their *last* rematch!
Hunter: They say that two heads're better than one, and I couldn't agree more! Especially since you lose a thousand lifepoints for each Skull Head I have on the field! Looks like I'm halfway to my victory lap, doesn't it, Jack!

(The audience gasps, dismayed and worried. A teenage boy in the front row even calls out--)
- Jack!

Announcer: Oh, dear! I can't bear to watch this unfold!
Hunter: Well then keep your eyes covered, 'cause there's lots more to come! Now I'll start be releasing my Burnin' Skull Heads in order to summon Skull Flame!
[Skull Flame 2600///]
Announcer: Hunter Pace certainly has brought his A-game with him today, folks! And it looks like he's gonna do everything in his power to make Jack sweat this one out! Now let's see what he's gonna fire up next!
Hunter: Well this should send a <13:00> signal to the world that Jack's number-one rank is about to go up in smoke!
[Burning Skull Head /800//]
Announcer: Another Burning Skull Head!? Something tells *me* Hunter's got a bone to pick with Jack Atlas!
Hunterpace: Burning Skull Head! Attack!
(Jack gets blasted again, and he's down to 1000 lifepoints already.)
Announcer: Our champ's down to his last *thousand* lifepoints! It seems like we might all be witnessing Jack Atlas's undefeated streak come to an end!
Hunter: Hear that, Atlas? Sounds to me like your fans've already chalked this one up as a loss fer you! Hahah! And so have I! Because I've got a little surprise waitin' forya next turn-- I get to summon another Burnin' Skull Head. That means a thousand less lifepoints for you, and a championship title for me!! Ahaha! Don't look so glum, Jack. If you ever miss your title, feel *free* to contact my agent for a rematch. I'm sure he'll be able to fit you in in a year or two! When you took my title, I lost my sponsors, my paychecks, my house, and all my fans! They say that revenge is a dish best served cold, but m' Burnin' Skulls think heatin' it up works just fine!
Announcer: It all comes down to this last turn; if Jack can't stop Hunter, he's finished.
Jack: Hunter's no Yusei. He's the same sort of trash I always beat, and it's about time I take out the garbage!
(Jack races ahead, with Hunter chasing close behind; the sun shines above in the Speed-World-purple sky.)

(Back at the Facility...)
Armstrong: Listen up! Everybody, back to your cells immediately! The Director's made his decision!
(Goodwin stands atop his podium; Armstrong stands below him, enforcing order from the center of the room. A guard leads a clump of prisoners out of the room. Yusei, Tanner, and Yanagi start to follow.)
Guard: ...Come on, move it...
Armstrong: Hold it right there, Yusei! *You're* the one the Director has chosen.
Tanner (aside): Careful, Yusei.
(Yusei nods mutely; Tanner and Yanagi reluctantly follow the other inmates, leaving Yusei, and Cortez. Goodwin and Armstrong approach them.)
Goodwin: So tell me, Mister Fudo, what do you think about the little experiment that I proposed?
(Yusei answers with stubborn contempt; he knows that Goodwin's attempting to buy him off.)
Yusei: I don't want any *part* of it.
Cortez (whispers) Yusei, are you trying to make things--
(Armstrongs Gets in Yusei's face, cutting Cortez off)
Armstrong: You'll take part and you'll *like* it, you insol--
(Goodwin holds out a hand to stop him, then leaves a moment's pause before speaking, his tone kindly and condescending.)
Goodwin: Oh come now, Yusei.  I *know* you want some answers.
Yusei: Huh? What kind of answers, Goodwin? What do you mean?
Goodwin: Don't act so coy, Yusei. I know all about that Mark of the Dragon that appeared on your arm.
Yusei: Really? Then tell me what you know about it. What does it mean?
Goodwin: That is what I'm hoping to uncover with your help. I can't do it alone.
Yusei: Well I don't believe you. You're hiding something. You're just gonna use me.
Goodwin: Of course. We all use each other! Look at our City; the Satellite needs the trash that we give them, and they recycle it for energy and heat that we in turn use, Yusei!
Yusei: It's not trash that we need. It's freedom.
Goodwin: Fine, it's yours.
Yusei: Oh, yeah? For what?
(Goodwin turns away, hands clasped behind his back, and Yusei watches him.)
Goodwin: Just come with me so I can study your Mark of the Dragon. Together, we may be able to unlock the secrets of the Signers! But say no, and well, without that knowledge we have a special place to send you to. (viciously) And then who knows what might happen to you once you get there!
(Yusei turns; that doesn't sound good.)
Yusei: Whaddaya mean?
Goodwin: Well here in the Facility anything is possible.
Yusei (stubbornly): I'll take my chances.
Goodwin: Yes, you will! But I want to know where he came from.
(Goodwin points to Cortez, and he starts to get frighten. He acts as if he can see the evil in his eyes, the evil that could do things to Cortez, that he is scared to thing of)
Goodwin: I'm sure we can make a deal with you.
Cortez: Okey, and what's that?
Goodwin: Your here for an important task at hand, are you? Then come with me, and I'll be the one with answer.
Cortez: I'll go, but I will need some time to think. Right now I need to know who I'm dealing with.
(Cortez points to Armstrong, with a smile on his face)



(Back at the Kaibadome...)
Announcer: We're back! And Jack Atlas has this one chance to stay undefeated!
(Jack circles back on his runner, riding the opposite direction toward Hunter.)
Jack: Enough warmup! It's time I kick this duel into overdrive! And I'll start by summoning out Big Piece Golem!
[Big Piece Golem 2100///]
Announcer: What's this? It appears Jack is going for a facedown!
Hunter: You wanna facedown? How 'bout I blastcha off your runner!
Jack: Funny, Hunter, but he who laughs last, laughs *best*! And my "Revival Gift" trap should have me laughing all the way to victory, since I can now summon a Tuner monster from my graveyard! Next I bring out Dark Resonator!
Announcer: Wait! What's happening now?
(Two kinda freaky-looking token monsters have appeared on Hunter's field, with 1500 defense points each.)
Hunter (nonplussed): Why don't you tell *me*, pal?
Announcer: That's a special effect of the trap "Revival Gift"! Hunter gets two monster tokens on his field, <17:00> and who knows what those two have planned. Ah! Is Jack going to come back? Will he overcome certain defeat, will he retain his title as champion? WILL HE KICK IT INTO OVERDRIVE??
Jack: Well let's find out, shall we! Resonator, time to upgrade our Golem! And with him on my field, I can summon Red Dragon Archfiend!
[Red Dragon Archfiend 3000///]
Announcer: Talk about saving the best for last! Jack Atlas unleashes his most powerful monster! Now let's get fired up!
(The crowd is in awe as Archfiend takes the field.
Hunter (through his teeth): This isn't good...
Jack: Archfiend, attack!
Announcer: Ouch, that's gotta hurt! Hunter's Skull Head is dust, or should I say smoke! And the tokens too! Archfiend's just gettin' warmed up! Wow! Now that's what I call a special ability! As soon as it destroys any monster in defense,  all the others get a one-way ticket to the graveyard!
(Jack turns again, and continues riding the other way. At this point Hunter is in front of him and he's keeping on him by chasing behind. They're both riding counterclockwise on the track.)
Jack: Now I'll play my trap-- "Lineage of Destruction"!
Announcer: And it appears Jack has played this match with the skill and poise of the true champion that he is! And it seems Red Dragon Archfiend is ready to finish things off!
Jack: Hunter, hope by now you learned not to play with fire-- 'cause your career's about to go up in flames AGAIN!
Hunter: Is it too late to say sorry? Please!
Jack: Go ahead, while I guarantee it won't help ya against *him*! Attack! Red Dragon Archfiend! Show no mercy!
Hunter: Agh!
(Archfiend destroys Skull Flame with a clawful of fire; Hunter's down to 3600 lifepoints. Archfiend then sets its sights on *him*.)
Jack: Why don'tcha look on the bright side of this, Hunter? You may *lose*, but at least it makes for great television!
Hunter: Huuugggh, Nice li'l dragon. You don't really wanna attack me, do ya?
(Archfiend does. It blasts Hunter down to 600 lifepoints with a huge stream of fire.)
Announcer: Flame on! Hunter Pace is down to his last six hundred points!
Jack: Don't feel too bad, you're just a warmup. Once *we're* finished, I've got a rematch with an old friend of mine. So, thanks for the practice!
Hunter: Huh?
Jack: It's time to lose a third time! Archfiend, end this!
(Hunter is riding through a world of orange flames. When he skids free, he spins a few times before coming to a halt. Steam gushes from vents on either side of his front wheel. Jack glides to a halt nearby, still forbiddingly serious, even spiteful.)
Jack: They say that three time's a charm, Hunter, but I have a feeling that your sponsors won't see it that way. Maybe you'd be better off changing brake pads for a living!
Announcer: Jack Atlas wins! In a duel that's sure to go down in history, Jack turns certain defeat into victory over former champ Hunter Pace! <20:00>
(Jack rides to the center of the track and stands, taking off his helmet and raising a fist to the sky. His microphone echoes.)
Jack: Who's the master of faster!? Who rules the duels?! That's right, it's me! Jack Atlas!!
(Despite this triumphant pronouncement, Jack's expression is sour and angry.)
Jack (think): And the next time I meet Yusei Fudo, I'll prove it, once and for all! And who ever you are, Your next after Yusei!