Let Down

I sit in my seat and stare at the ceiling in a mixture of despair and confusion. This entire day has been exhausting...
"You want a drink?" Albert speaks up and presses a cold can of Coke against my face. I take it out of his hands, open it, and drink it in a flash before crushing the can and tossing it into the nearby trash. He sighs before shaking his head, "Should have drank it slower, and savored the flavor."
"Yeah, I probably should have." I pop my neck and turn around in my seat towards Albert, "So you're a Wizard right?"
"Kind of." He replies while yanking a an out of thin air and opening it, "Why do you ask?"
"Can you do some sort of hand-waving to make me stronger, or something?"
"Sorry, I can't. I mainly spent my time making magical artifacts that violently explode when used, and left them in various caves for kids to find."
"Ugh." I slap both of my hands against my face. Well, I should have known this was going to happen. Albert pats me on the shoulder and smiles, with every one of his teeth DINGING, "Just believe in yourself. You'd be amazed at how often that actually works."
I shrug at him, "Fine, I'll try. It's better to do that than quiver like a little bitch."
"That's the spirit!"

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The damned intercom rapes our ears once more as it loudly makes its noises, "Joe Shepard, please enter the arena for your semi-final round." Oh great, I get to go first...
I get up and walk into the larger part of the arena. A small amount of people cheer at me while the rest boo. Clara seems to still be supporting me by cheering me on. I pop my fingers in preparation of the oncoming fight.
"Due to our previous announcer wanting to cover a story involving a forest fire caused by Salamanders having a barbeque, I'll be replacing him for the rest of the day!" A feminine voice shouts out in place of the regular 1920s reporter's, "For our first semi-final match, we have Joe Shepard vs Diana! Will Joe win, proving he has the right CHUFF? Or will Diana WHIP him good?" The new announcer makes a few puns and begins giggling loudly.
Nobody in the entire arena finds them funny, not even me, and I love puns.
I stand and watch as a Jinko enter the arena. The entire crowd cheers her on, and even begins chanting her name as if they're expecting something to happen. She stops a few feet in front of me, and begins analyzing me with her ferocious looking eyes. This battle is going to suck severely...
"Now, let's begin!" The new announcer shouts loudly through her microphone.
I assume a defensive stance and brace myself for an oncoming attack. A minute goes by as nothing happens. In confusion, I break the stance and look over at her.
She's not attacking? Is she...sniffing the air? What the hell?
Diana breaks away from her intimidating visage, and begins smiling in a way that would make most mothers jealous, "I see, so you were the source of that scent."
...Huh? What is she talking about?
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She turns around and begins walking back into the arena. "What are you doing?!" I shout at her. She turns around and shouts back, "I'm forfeiting! I've lost interest in fighting!"
WHAT
"WHAT?!" The entire crowd becomes confused at what just happened. Many of them are throwing their popcorn and expressing their anger by assaulting nearby shotas. I confusingly walk back inside as the announcer declares me winner by forfeit.
I take my seat next to Albert, who is also having a hard time understanding what happened back there.
Albert finally begins talking after a minute of silence, "So that happened."
"Yeah, it did. I don't understand it one bit." I respond while scratching my head. Why would she forfeit? And what the hell did she mean by 'scent'? Is she talking about the Old Spice? Or the smell of chemicals?
We stop what we were doing as the next fight appears on the TV screen. It's showing the Succubus fighting a Lich. Of course, the Lich is having her skull caved in by a flurry of punches and dazzling lights. Most of the audience cheers her on, while the rest just sit there like dazzled moths.
Albert chuckles and elbows me in the ribs, "She certainly knows how to show off."
"She certainly does. Such a shame she's using style as a power, otherwise I could easily beat her."
Albert cups his chin in deep thought, before turning to me with a raised finger, "If she uses style, why not make her wear a fedora and a trench coat or cape? That'll ruin her six ways to Sunday!"
"And just how would I get those on her?"
"Oh, good point..."

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The intercom makes that fucking noise for the last time as it calls for me to enter the arena for the final round. I stand up and smash the intercom with my fist before striking a pose, "It's time."
I begin walking into the large part of the arena for the last time. Albert gives me a thumbs up before teleporting away. If I want to beat this Succubus, I'll have to fight fire with fire! Style with style!
I strike a fabulous pose and point at the heavens, before entering the part of the arena where we fight once more.