Iblis Pearl

I step on the platform, transported to a distant world.
My shadow counter awaits, telling me we must fight for the Iblis Pearl.
Battling foes from across the globe,
For the power that this precious orb holds.
We work our way past many trials.
We trek and fly for many miles,
No one we face can conquer our power.
It's about time for the final hour,
Of the villain who holds my ultimate prize.
But my shadow counter was an enemy in disguise.
He turns on me and rounds a kick.
I should have known he lied to me, the dick.
I leap in the air and punch the ground.
The shockwave sends him reeling to town.
He picks himself out of the rubble of a house,
Only to be met by a powerful round house.
My dark incarnation dispatched,
I look to face my true match.
He's a built, tall man, with soulless black eyes,
But I tell ya', I've fought tougher guys.
He chuckles before I've spoke.
Then, "You think you have what it takes to handle me? My might-"
I say, "Shut-up and fight."
We rush forward, nowhere to go but straight to hell.
Our punches can be heard like the toll of a bell.
He knocks out a tooth, I fuck up his nose.
We're each other's equal as far as this goes.
Round one: TIE!
Let dance again, take it up a notch.
I electrify my fist and throw it right above his crotch.
Then he set his whole body on fire.
I jerk away my hand, aim a little higher,
But he shoots flames from his eyes,
And about those tougher guys-
Lies.
This is my ultimate foe, and I'm losing the battle.
Hope back in the saddle, Round two: LOSE!
I begin to tire.
As my enemy's body is engulfed in fire.
I put up my electric force-field.
It's a useless shield,
He walks right through it,
Shit!
He picks up my body and readies a fireball.
This isn't how it was supposed to end at all.
It's almost done, my life is over.
The fireball disappears, and in its place
Is the Iblis Pearl.
I came too far to give up now,
I need to get that sphere, it doesn't matter how.
I'm not going to die at the hands or the flames of this cocky dolt.
I lift my arms and strike him with a lightning bolt. He flies into a building, and slumps to the ground.
I'm on top of him, in a single bound.
Every punch is electrically charged,
And when I'm finished, his body is mangled and marred.
I finish up with a shock blast,
that leaves little more than ash.
Round three: Goes to me.
In my wake, death and desolation,
But I have the orb of ultimate creation.