The rival fight was about to begin. Doughfingers and Flameboy circled the ring, staring each other down. Cheering sounded throughout the arena; it was clear Flameboy was the favorite.
News of Doughfingers' controversial rise to the top had quickly spread, and his tactics were debated among all the top sports media. While suffocating opponents wasn't against the rules, the way Doughfingers overcame his components was generally considered poor sportsmanship, and against the spirit of the game. Regardless of what people thought, he was one of the final contenders, and it was clear he intended to win.
The bell rang, and Flameboy attacked in full force. Doughfingers didn't immediately strike, and in fact he seemed to be playing a defense-only style. Why wasn't he attacking? Did he know something Flameboy didn't?
"It seems Doughfingers has realized his disadvantage folks! If he tries to use the method he used throughout the tournament, his fingers will be cooked by Flameboy's skin. He's only got one shot, and he needs to make it count!" The announcer spoke to the crowd.
Doughfingers realized the secret was out, and so he committed. He dove beside his opponent, stood up, and curled around him, attempting to smother Flameboy's face. He wrapped his doughy fingers around the flame-engulfed boy's mouth, suffocating him. For only a moment.
The longer Doughfingers kept his grip, the more his doughy fingers baked, and the increasing rigidity allowed Flameboy to breathe more and more. Finally Doughfingers realized he needed to release before his fingers cooked completely. He did, but they were brittle, and small cracks formed in them as he released.
Doughfingers needed a new tactic. His weakness was apparent now, and as soon as Flameboy caught his breath, he'd attack with greater fury. So Doughfingers did something hasty. He began swiping frantically at his opponent. Now with breadsticks for fingers, every hit on Flameboy would bludgeon instead of snag. Similarly, every hit would also cook his fingers more, making them harder, and thus more damaging.
Before Flameboy could fully recover from the earlier grapple, Doughfingers was whacking him with his fingers. He blocked as best as he could, but the hits were coming harder and faster. He could only defend himself for so long. Doughfingers was attacking so swiftly now, and he began shining with bright white light.
Then a huge flash blinded the fiery fighter, and he heard a deep voice say "I have ascended. I am no longer Doughfingers, but Breadfingers! Feel my wrath!"
Before he recovered his sight, he heard the bell ring. Breadfingers had KO'd Flameboy with one final punch, and when his vision returned, he saw the referee holding Breadfingers hands in a towel.
Flameboy's coach helped him up and walked him back to the locker rooms. The media stormed Breadfingers after the match, but he remained reserved and refused to answer any questions.
He only stated "Flameboy was my finest foe. And it's through fighting him that I've ascended to my greatest potential. A rematch will undoubtedly happen, and to my demise. Of this I am sure. For bread baked once is supreme. Bread baked twice is ruined."
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