FIKSHUN vs EVERYONE – Part 2!
If Part 1 ended with Fikshun surrounded by challengers, then Part 2 begins with absolute mayhem. The plaza looked like a real-life tournament bracket—people stretching, warming up, psyching themselves out, all ready to take a shot at the man who apparently woke up and chose “main character energy.” Fikshun just stood in the center, hoodie half-zipped, hands loose by his sides, smiling like he already knew how this was going to end.
The first challenger stepped forward: a martial arts guy with a headband and a confidence level that was honestly impressive. “I’ve trained 12 years for this,” he declared. Fikshun nodded respectfully… then dodged the first kick so fast the headband guy spun himself in a full circle. Before he recovered, Fikshun tapped his shoulder, whispered “Nice try,” and the crowd screamed like they were at a championship fight.
Next up, a group of synchronized dancers stormed the floor. They moved like a machine—tight, clean, perfect formations. But Fikshun? He didn’t match them. No. He out-freestyled their choreography, weaving through their lines, hitting accents they didn’t even hear. At one point he slid under a high kick, popped up behind them, and struck their final pose before they even reached it. The crowd lost their minds. The dancers respectfully bowed out.
Then came the grandmas. Five of them. Matching tracksuits. Glitter on their walking shoes. “We’re the Silver Lightning Squad,” the leader said. And honestly? Fikshun almost forfeited from laughing—until they actually started moving. Those ladies had footwork. He battled them with pure joy, throwing light pops and grooves while they power-walked around him like a NASCAR race. In the end, they hugged him, handed him a cookie, and said, “Good luck with the rest, dear.”
But the real surprise was the gamer kid. He stepped up with a VR headset and announced, “I challenge you… in the metaverse.” Suddenly screens lit up, drones hovered, and the crowd gasped as Fikshun entered a virtual dance arena. The kid moved like lightning—until Fikshun downloaded the rhythm, glitched through the digital obstacles, and hit a victory pose so clean it lagged the system.
When he pulled the headset off, the plaza erupted. But Fikshun wasn’t done. Dozens still waited: cheerleaders, breakdancers, a mime, a guy holding a unicycle, even someone dressed as a taco.
