The day was a relatively mild one. It had rained last night and, thus, the pure dirt ground around the Marine Base was quite muddy and messy. The sky was a grayish-blue with various clouds and everybody, even the Captains, didn't want to go out today. Nonetheless, it was Training Day and almost all, if not, all the Ensigns were cast out with some higher-ranked people to moderate them. Wade himself was amongst the Ensigns, bored and still rather sleepy, having not been able to move out in the early morning to his hiding place so he could skip out on the day's training. It wasn't long till a woman stood before the group. She wore nothing but a green bikini and a Vice Admiral coat. She bore a green mohawk and was smoking a cigar. She was Vice Admiral Lapi, one of the more meaner Marines at the base. She stood there, arms crossed, for a little while before clearing her throat. With that, she began to speak. "As you little runts know, its training day. Now we plan to do something different, since we all know you don't wanna be here. We're gonna hold 5 matches, each one being between 2 people of 6, forming one group. Winner of the five matches doesn't have to train. So hurry and get into your groups before we change our minds." She said, with most of the Ensigns scurrying about to join a group. Wade, with a reluctant sigh, went on and did the same.

Why did they have to it this morning? Out of all the days of the week. Nay, the YEAR, off all the days they could hold Training Day, this choose this day? What a utter drag. Wade couldn't help but wipe his eyes open, scrubbing the built-up mucus there off. The mud molded around his shoes while the air felt too damp for comfort. Nonetheless, he let out a sigh, his usual silent demeanor taking over him. It wasn't long until some higher-up came to him and his little group. Commodore Pisa, what with his scraggy beard and sullen eyes, began to speak. "Well boys, ya know what to do. Now then...you and....you." He said, pointing at Wade and some other Ensign. "You two go first." He did a certain gesture, causing the remaining three Ensigns to give them some room, leaving almost 10 foot Wade with this 5'7 little man. "Fight..." He said, lighting a cigar. Wade crossed his arms, looking at the much shorter man. Poor guy was shaking in his boots. Wade looked at the Commodore, he looked back at him, then the scared man before barking out "HIT HIM ALREADY!" This seemingly motivated the shorter somewhat, as he quickly began to run at Wade, screaming a battle cry filled with shrill fear and some courage....that is until Wade, being much faster than the short guy, did a quick roundhouse kick, knocking him to the side, out cold. After a minute of silence, the Commodore clapped and ushered another boy Ensign to Wade. "Your turn."

The next one was quite a bit more braver than the currently knocked out Marine. Despite being almost the same size as the last one, he had a face of focus and determination on. "Hmmm...." Wade would say as he looked at him, observing. Suddenly, the small Marine began doing a serious of hand gestures and movements, as well as some footwork. All the while, he sounded as if Bruce Lee was having kidney stones. Eventually, he came to a stop, holding his open palm out as he took a fighting stance. "Yaaah!" He would say before doing the EXACT same thing as the first Marine, run straight at Wade. "Oh for the love of...." The Commodore would say before looking back up. As the Marine suddenly jumped, doing a flying kick, Wade would simply move to the side as he reached down and quickly grabbed the extended leg, stopping the attack completely and holding up the shorter man. "Uh...............hi." He said, awkwardly as he waved at the white giant. Wade would respond to him before lifting his arm over his shoulder before throwing him onto the muddy ground below. Sure enough, the impact knocked out the foolish Marine. The Commodore sighed and looked as the next man was up. He was taller than the last two, about 7'5, and had a rather muscular build. He raised his fists in a normal fighting stance, ready to battle. "Finally!"

Wade watched the tall man with his usual, unblinking expression. He had dark tan skin and the basic Marine outfit. He had seemingly no head hair and bared a little mustache, still growing upon his lip. He had notable muscles. He had green eyes and had a stern, hardened look on his face. With a simple nod of his head, Wade got into a kick-boxing stance, ready to defend. The two began to circle one another, waiting for a moment to strike. Wade, being taller and, thus, having longer legs, took advantage of his extensive reach and threw a side-kick at the man's ribs, his greater speed making it connect. The Marine faltered for a moment, but quickly regained himself as he then reeled back his arm and threw a monsterous haymaker. Wade quickly moved slightly to the side and raised his arm, blocking the attack as he then quickly moved in with his free arm and landed a heavy palm-strike onto the man's lower jaw, knocking his head back, causing him to stumble and almost even fall. Moving in for the finish, Wade did a quick snap-kick to the man's stomach before managing to pull off a flip-kick, knocking some of the man's teeth out. With that the man fell, defeated, but not severely injured. The next man then walked up, ready to fight.

The man seemed younger than the last one. Though he did share the same skin tone, his eyes were a sapphire blue in color and he had long, scraggy hair. He lacked any facial hair and had the tattoo of a octopus on his shoulder. He seemed to be missing several teeth and stood perhaps a few inches taller than the last man. He, as well as the last man, was in a simple fighting posture, hands raised and such. Wade, now becoming annoyed at the redundancy of this, wasted no time as he suddenly lashed out with a spin kick to the man's right side. The, surprisingly, reacted quickly as he lifted his right leg and lower his right arm, putting them on each other to block the attack. Wade, not ending his onslaught, did another spin, doing a straight kick aimed at the man's chest. This time, the man wasn't fast enough, resulting in the strike landing on it's mark. The Marine stuttered back slightly, regaining himself as he tried to close the distance with a lariat. Wade, knowing there was no way in hell to duck under it due to his large size, reeled back his fist and, using his much longer arms and better reach, threw a mighty punch at the man's face. The man, under able to stop his charge, took the hit and grabbed onto his face in pain. Deciding to end it, Wade raised his left leg up high as he did a axe-kick, sending the man straight to the mud below, knocking him out.

Finally, it seemed. There was only one man left, yet, he seemed different than from the previous four. He was a perfect 9 feet in height and, thus, possibly weighed between 200 to 400 pounds. He a rather ruddy skin tone and had red hair. Upon his face was a large orange beard, with the sides tied into ponytails. He had green eyes, sharp canine teeth, and did not wear a shirt, exposing his exceedingly muscular body. Upon said body was a collage of tattoos. The most prominent one was a large crab serpent thing that trailed from his chest all the way to his back. He looked angry and a rather violent aura around him. Wade observed him intently. This....wasn't going to easy like that others. This is going to be a full on battle. Following by that train of thought, he quickly lashed out a with a right hook at the man, wanting to end it quickly. The man, however, quickly leaned back, causing the punch to miss as he suddenly moved in and did a uppercut to Wade's stomach, the strike even lifting him off the ground alittle. Wade coughed out as he quickly jumped back, holding his stomach while keeping a eye on the man. He was fast. And skilled. Regaining himself, he charged towards the man, thinking that tiring him out would be a good idea.

Once in range, he quickly let out a straight kick to the man's chest, who managed to catch the food before it landed. The man then quickly went to pull Wade closer via his foot. Wade, in a attempt to counter, twirled with his other foot, snatching his leg back as, with the same twirl, quickly attempted to land a kick on the man's side with the freed leg. The man was not fast enough to defend and the attack landed, but it wasn't too debilitating, as the man quickly onto Wade as he regained his posture. He began to throw a series a of punches. Some of which Wade managed to dodge, others he managed to defend. It was then that Wade threw his punch, with the man matched with his own, stopping it. Wade tried again with his other fist. The man repeated. Both men were now fist to fist, trying to best each other in strength. Wade, using his extra 11 inches in height, managed to walk closer and bare down on the man, forcing him to his knees. Acting fast before the man could get a advantage, he attacked with his knee, his long legs allowing him to reach the man. The attack landed onto his chest, causing him to falter. That was all Wade needed. In a flash, he snatched his fists back before he began to lay in on the man's face. Punch after punch after punch. It wasn't long until Wade was straddling him as he beated his face. Soon, the man was unconscious.

Wade, now the victor, slowly stood. He had won...........which means free naps for him.

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