Deadpool was currently wearing a pair of neon-green leg warmers over his suit and was hanging upside down from the ceiling of the commentary booth. He was holding a bowl of spicy ramen in one hand and a stopwatch in the other, vibrating with so much excitement he looked like a blurry smudge.
"tum, put on your shin guards and cancel your leg-day workout, because we are heading to Ring 50, the 'Gale-Force Dojo'!" Deadpool shouted, nearly dropping his ramen on a passing janitor. "This is the 'Kick-Only Masterclass'! We've got the Cook of the Straw Hat Pirates versus the Handsome Devil of the Hidden Leaf! It's Sanji against Rock Lee! It's 'Black Leg' versus 'Bushy Brows'! No hands allowed, tum! If either of these guys touches the floor with anything but their feet, they're getting a giant 'F' for failure! Let's get to the literal heavy hitters!"
Ring 50 was a unique arena—a massive, circular platform floating in the center of a hurricane. The wind was howling at two hundred miles per hour, forcing the fighters to use their leg strength just to stay grounded. The floor was made of polished obsidian, slick and unforgiving.
Heimdall was strapped to a heavy iron pillar, shouting into a wind-resistant microphone. "Match Number Fifty! The culinary master of the Baratie, Sanji! Versus the taijutsu prodigy of Team Guy, Rock Lee!"
The Rule of the Feet
Sanji stood at the edge of the ring, his hands tucked casually into his black suit pockets. He leaned against the wind, his blonde hair whipping across his face. He didn't look bothered by the storm; he looked bored. "I hope you're ready. I don't use my hands to fight. They're for cooking. My feet, however... they're for cleaning up the trash."
Lee dropped into a wide, powerful stance, his orange leg warmers bright against the dark floor. His eyes were wide and burning with the "Power of Youth." He gave a thumbs-up, though he didn't use his hand for the fight. "I accept your challenge! I have spent my entire life proving that hard work can defeat genius! Let us see whose spirit—and whose legs—are stronger!"
Without a second of hesitation, the two fighters moved. It wasn't a run; it was a blur. They collided in the center of the ring, their legs clashing with the sound of two iron girders slamming together.
The Dance of the Wind
Up in the booth, Deadpool was spinning in his hanging position. "It's a rhythm game, tum! Sanji is all about grace and precision, spinning like a top, while Lee is a human cannonball! Look at that footwork! They're moving so fast they're basically ignoring the hurricane!"
Lee unleashed a rapid-fire barrage of kicks, his feet moving like a Gatling gun. Sanji parried every single one, his movements fluid and relaxed. Every time Lee's foot came close, Sanji redirected the force with a precise tap of his heel.
"You're fast," Sanji admitted, spinning mid-air and delivering a heavy kick that Lee barely blocked with his shin. "But you're too loud. You need more heat."
Sanji began to spin on his right leg at a terrifying speed. The friction against the obsidian floor, combined with his own internal passion, caused his leg to erupt into bright, roaring flames. "Diable Jambe!"
The Gates of Youth
Lee skidded back, his leg warmers slightly singed. He didn't look scared; he looked inspired. "Incredible! Such passion! But I cannot fall behind!"
Lee stood tall and crossed his arms over his chest. "Second Gate... Third Gate... Fourth Gate... Fifth Gate of Joy, OPEN!"
Lee's skin turned a deep red, and the air around him began to boil as his chakra surged to impossible levels. He became a green streak of light, disappearing from sight. He reappeared above Sanji, delivering a downward heel drop that shattered the obsidian floor beneath them.
Sanji leaped into the air, the wind of the hurricane catching his coat. The two engaged in a vertical battle, leaping off the debris of the floating platform. Lee was a flurry of raw power, while Sanji used the "Sky Walk" to kick the very air itself, staying mobile.
"This is the end!" Lee roared, preparing his ultimate kick.
"Agreed," Sanji muttered.
The two met in the eye of the storm. Lee's Hidden Lotus kick collided with Sanji's Concassé. The explosion of fire and green chakra was so intense it actually pushed the hurricane back for a split second. The shockwave sent both men flying toward opposite ends of the ring.
Sanji landed on his feet, his suit smoking and his cigarette long gone. Lee hit the ground hard, his body steaming from the strain of the Fifth Gate. He tried to stand, but his muscles were completely locked. He gave one final, shaky thumbs-up before passing out.
"Match Fifty winner... SANJI!" Heimdall shouted over the returning roar of the wind.
Up in the booth, Deadpool finally fell from the ceiling and landed in a pile of noodles. "The cook takes the cake! Lee gave it everything, but Sanji's flavor was just a bit too spicy, tum! That's 50 winners down! We are officially at the end of the road! Only one match remains!"
THE GRAND FINALE IS NEXT!
tum, we have reached the end of the first round. It's time for the match the universe was never meant to see.
Match 51 (The Final Ring): Deadpool vs. The Mask. (The Fourth-Wall Fray! The Immortal Mercenary vs. The Reality-Warping Cartoon!)