บท 4: Supernatural
The lights dimmed, and a hush fell over the stadium. The hum of engines rumbled in the distance, building an electric tension that rippled through the air. A thick cloud of smoke rolled across the arena, shrouding the stadium's centre in mystery until, with a flash of blinding light, the spotlight snapped on, illuminating the centre of the stadium.
The announcer's voice boomed through the speakers, sharp and commanding, instantly gripping the attention of the crowd.
"Ladies and gentlemen, prepare yourselves for the most death-defying, heart-stopping performance of your lives!"
A wave of cheers began to ripple through the audience, growing louder with every word.
"He's the man who laughs in the face of danger, who takes on stunts that would break mere mortals. A living legend of fire and fury! You've seen him defy gravity. You've seen him survive the impossible. And now, he's here to push the limits like never before!"
The distant roar of a motorcycle engine grew louder, its rumble vibrating through the stands, sending a thrill through the audience.
"Before the legends, before the flames... there was one name that echoed in every arena. He's the king of the stunt world, a man with nerves of steel and a will to defy gravity itself! With the heart of a rebel and the soul of a demon, he rides into the inferno without fear! He's the one and only—THE DAREDEVIL OF THE CENTURY—JOHNNY BLAZE!!!"
[John Cena theme song starts]
As if on cue, Johnny Blaze tore into the stadium on his motorcycle, the roar of the engine nearly drowned out by the eruption of cheers from the crowd. His leather jacket gleamed under the harsh stadium lights as he executed a flawless spin, raising a fist triumphantly into the air.
{Johnny Blaze's image}
The crowd roared in response, their excitement was palpable.
"Buckle up, folks," the announcer's voice surged over the noise, "because Johnny Blaze is about to show you why he's the best there ever was! Get ready for a show you'll never forget!"
The engine revved one last time as Blaze prepared for his first daring stunt, his eyes sharp, focused, and utterly fearless.
"The first event! Trap in a steel cage. Johnny Blaze needs to avoid TEN Monster Trucks prepared by our sponsor as they try to drive over HIM!" The announcer continued. "This is LIFE and DEATH!!" Crowds cheered as they heard the speaker's statement.
The first event went on for 15 minutes with many near-crashed and nerve-striking moments. The crowd alternated between OOOHH and AAAHH. He drove the motorcycle like the wind, escaping when the trucks were a fraction away from him. Like there is a string pulling him away every time he almost gets hit. It's so weird, so magical, so supernatural.
Everybody was enjoying the sports, cheering for the stuntman except one person. Krace. He was scrutinising the daredevil's moves closely. Every jump, turn and flip the man did, he watched closely and kept his eyes locked to the man. Once might have been luck, twice was a coincidence, but the third time… something didn't add up.
Throughout the show, Krace tried to figure it out. He mentally calculated the angles, speed, and momentum, but nothing seemed to explain what he was seeing. He even considered external factors like hidden strings or wind-blowers, but came up empty-handed. Something just didn't seem right.
"And that wraps up the first event! But don't go anywhere just yet—the Blaze Stuntman will be back for one more show at the end!" the announcer assured the crowd. "In the meantime, we've got an exciting act for you! There's a rising daredevil in town, and some say he's the next big star—ready to surpass Blaze himself! The future! The better!
The Suburban Daredevil!
KIIIICK BUTTTOWSKIII !!!
[Kick Buttowski's theme song starts]
{Kick Buttowski image}
"Ladies and gentlemen! Mr Buttowski will ride his bicycle that is taped to his skateboard down the ramp, do a 1440-degree spin through 6 hoops of fire, and land perfectly on his feet at the other side. Will he be Brad'ed? Or will he kick it?" The announcer asked the crowd and they replied with cheering.
"Gunther, whaddya say?" He then continued asking a boy with a cap who was standing beside him.
"Burp! That taco is good." He responded and continued, "KICK! You can do it!"
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[1 hour later]
After Kick finished his stunts, followed by a few more different stuntmen performing their own, the final event arrived.
The final event will feature Johnny Blaze. The legendary stuntman will attempt a daring stunt where he will drive on a 20-meter ramp, leaping over eight spinning helicopters on the ground, through a hoop of fire before landing safely on the other side.
As the crowd buzzed with anticipation, the lights dimmed, and a spotlight centred on the ramp. Johnny Blaze, clad in his signature flame-decorated suit, revved his engine, the roar of his bike cutting through the crowd's noise. The helicopters, blades spinning furiously, lined up beneath the ramp, creating an intimidating barrier between Blaze and the fiery hoop ahead.
Krace leaned forward in his seat, his eyes narrowing as he studied the setup and began calculating. He analysed the mass, velocity, momentum, inertia, mass, weight, friction and all other elements that may affect the jump.
Johnny needs to reach a speed of 33.66 meters per second (about 121 km/h or 75 mph) for him to reach the other side, not accounting for safety yet.
The jump was risky—extremely so—but Johnny Blaze had never shied away from a challenge. As Blaze revved his engine one last time, the crowd held its breath.
With a burst of speed, Blaze shot up the ramp, his bike soaring into the air. Time seemed to slow as he cleared the helicopters, the whirling blades just meters below him. Krace brain power surged crazily, calculating the man while he was in the air. All the spins and the slight turn he did were calculated.
Johnny did not reach the required speed.
He only reached 115 km/h. He will hit the ramp when he lands, Krace concluded.
He will not make it.
Somehow opposing Krace's calculation, the bike gained speed in midair. In an instant, he flew through the hoop of fire, flames licking at the edges of his bike as he disappeared on the other side.
But as he landed, the bike's tyre clipped the edge of the stage because even though his speed increased, it was still not enough.
Krace instantly calculated mentally Johnny's landing, but suddenly, a piercing pain exploded in his mind. His brain began to short-circuit because of the memories that put his mind in chaos. He had pushed his mental limits too far, forgetting to keep his mind stable.
The stadium collectively gasped as Johnny Blaze was hurled past the landing ramp, his head slamming into the ground. Without a doubt, he broke his neck as he skidded to a stop.
But in a moment that defied all logic, Johnny Blaze stood and triumphantly raised his hand. The crowd went wild, celebrating the stuntman's perfect execution of the seemingly fatal stunt.
Krace deduced that it was impossible for Johnny to be alive, and the stunt succeeded unless there was a different equation of probability at play. He needs to revise the scientific and mathematical knowledge in this universe.
While rubbing his temple, Ben, who sat beside him, nudged Krace and said. "Krace! Did you see that?! How can he survive? It was worth the time coming here. Thank god I didn't bring Peter, it was too crazy," he said rapidly, adrenaline still pumping in his body, anxious from the stunt.
Turning towards Krace, he asked, "Hey, you're okay?". Concerned, he said, "You wanna go home now?.
Krace nodded to the questions and answered, "Yeah, it's nothing. Just a sudden headache. We can go now while the others aren't leaving."
Krace and Ben then leave the stadium and reached the car a few minutes later.
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While returning, Ben and Krace stopped at a convenience store to buy some medicine for Krace's headache and also some snacks to ease their hunger. Many shops were closed now as it was already 1 am.
After parking in front of the store, they got out and went straight inside. Because it was late at night, there were not many people around except a van opposing the convenience store with a few people lingering around it.
As they arrived in front of the cashier after getting some bread, cakes and drinks, suddenly, a group of four people with ski masks burst into the store. All four were holding knives and machetes except one who held both a weapon and a sack to put all the stolen items for easy mobility.
Holding his machete up high, pointing it toward the three civilians, the man with the ski mask, shouted, "Raise your hand! Don't move! Give us all your money and anything on you!"
The remaining three, with weapons in their hand, moved slowly, surrounding them, cutting off any chance of escape. Making a four-man formation, trapping the three inside.
Krace didn't care, kept standing there looking uninterested and counting the items he would pay while Ben furrowed his eyebrows, disliking the act of stealing and threatening. In Ben's mind, he was thinking about how a human could steal from others, taking things from others without honour and shame. What happens if one day they are the victims?
While Ben was shaking his head slowly with his hand supporting his chin, thinking deeply about the moral standing of a human, the four burglars and the cashier stood there puzzled, what kind of human are they? One is fearless, and the other suddenly becomes The Thinker statue.
Krace was pondering whether to agree with the thief's demands or fight them, not too keen to expose his capability. He can easily take down the four, in fact, he already simulated the scenario in his mind but that will warrant unwanted attention. So, if he fights, he needs to make it look normal by letting Ben take on one of them while he takes down the remaining.
Then, Krace and Ben exchanged glances and smirked. They somehow know what the others are thinking.
The tension in the air thickened. Silent filled the store. Time seems to stand still as ominous feelings rose within the burglar's hearts.
"Give us your money! Or ELSE!"
The moment the masked man barked his orders, Krace quickly closed into the nearest attacker. Before the man could react, Krace fluidly grabbed his weapon's hand and twisted it sharply. The robber's grip failed, and the knife tumbled from his hand.
As the blade dropped, Krace kicked it midair, sending it flying straight toward the second robber near Ben. The knife hit its target, disarming the second masked man.
Ben, who had been preparing himself, seized the opportunity. With his bulky frame, he charged and tackled the disarmed robber to the ground. The two crashed onto the floor with a heavy thud.
Meanwhile, the first robber shrieked in pain, his arm twisted at a grotesque angle by Krace's grip. Without hesitation, Krace delivered a crushing elbow to the man's face, knocking him out cold.
The action was then followed by a back-kick toward the third burglar, sending him flying over a metre away, putting him out of the fight temporarily.
Ben, on the other hand, was pounding the man beneath him with punches and hammers, but the man kept his guard up, protecting the head with his hand.
As Ben was busy trying to sneak a punch around his enemy's guard, the last robber attempted to help his pinned companion, but before he could move, his other two companions, who had been standing seconds ago, were now on the floor.
Clutching his sack, the final robber hesitated. He glanced at his fallen companions, realising his advantage had vanished, turned and ran the other way around.
Krace, noticing the movement, grabbed a can from a nearby shelf and hurled it, hitting the fleeing man square in the head, knocking him out.
The third robber, who had been kicked earlier, struggled to his feet, ready to fight again. But he froze when he saw his companions, face smashed, arm broken and knocked out while his remaining conscious friend was being smashed repeatedly by Ben's hammer fist. His face bleed more every second as the hammers fell.
Looking around, his eyes locked with Krace. Krace walked slowly toward him, slowly.
"Man, I'm sorry man! It was a mistake! Really! Just let me go, I won't do it again!" The robber pleaded, his voice trembling as Krace loomed over him.
BAM!
The man's pleas were cut short by a single punch to the temple, sending him crumpling to the floor, unconscious.
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