(A/N: I uploaded this on FanFiction first, because I believe there is a damn problem with uploading a little. Anyway, I had just finished Ninjago: The Iron Doom, and will wait to put up SOG before the end of the year)

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The stadium was once again filled with fans, some with Spider-Man accessories as Ben took an empty seat, next to Felicia. "Hey, Felicia." He simply said.

"Mr. Parker." She replied. "Come to see him fight?"

"Not really."

"All the way from Metalonia, Ukraine, with the strength to lift two storage containers, immobilise a military tank, part of Damage Control, and a record of 99 victories." Chen said through the speakers. "Hoping to make his 100th victory and go professional... Karlof!" A man in a grey and black luchador outfit, along with what looked like metal on his knuckles and wrists, soon came out as the crowd cheered while he came into the ring, banging his fists together as he did so. Ben was the only one not cheering. He was nervous enough that his nephew is a mutant and a wrestler, and now he is even more nervous that he would be up against a 6' 7" man. "And New York's very own undefeated champion, Spider-Man!" Spider-Man soon came out of the other side of the stadium, causing the crowd to cheer even more.

"Spider-Man, Spider-Man, Spider-Man!" Some nearby girls chant, waving red and blue pom-poms as most of the crowd look at them.

"It seems like Spidey has gained himself a fan club. Let's hope he makes them proud." Spider-Man entered the ring before he and Karlof come up to the middle. "This match could make or break his career. But only one can remain."

"Hope little bug made will." Karlof teasingly said to him.

"Dream on, metal mitts." Spider-Man replied before they both shake hands, back away, and poise.

"Fight!" Chen called out.

Karlof punched his metal fists together before charging at Spider-Man, who raised his arms to fire some web lines in the air, but was too late as the metal wielding wrestler grabbed hold of him, lifts him high, and throws him over the rope. The crowd gasped as they saw the champion about to lose his title, but luckily, Spider-Man fired web lines at two ends of a scaffold, making him spring back and kick Karlof back. "It not fair!" He yelled before preparing to punch Spider-Man, but he tilts back, grabs hold of his arm, and vaults over him, kicking him forward as he lands behind his opponent.

"Come on, tin man." Spider-Man spoke as he stood up. "Are they supposed to be fighting gloves, or mittens?"

"Argh, you dead!" Karlof quickly turned around to try and slam into him, but Spider-Man tilts downward before grabbing hold of his waist.

"The bigger they are..." He lifts Karlof into the air.

"Put me down!"

"...the harder they fall!" Spider-Man soon threw Karlof at the rope, causing him to counter off of it before moving back as Karlof flew into the other set of ropes before bouncing off of them, and lands in the middle of the ring.

The crowd, including Ben, who smiled and applauded, soon cheered as Spider-Man, despite being tired from taking down Karlof, raised his hands in the air for his victory. "Winner!" Chen yelled. "Spider-Man!" As he cheered, Spider-Man saw his applauding uncle which gets him to start thinking about his career.

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This continued on in Chen's office as he counts some money in his hand while Peter, who held his mask under his right arm, thought about what his uncle had told him. "With great power comes great responsibility." He remembered the exact same words that Ben told him.

Chen had finished counting the prize money which was $2500, and looked up at Peter. "So, have you decided on my offer, Petey-Pete?" He asked, holding his arms out wide.

"Yeah." Peter replied. "My answer is no."

"What?"

"My uncle found out, and I feel like I let him down."

"But you've been doing this for 4 months now. This could make your career. You want to throw all that away because of someone opposing?" Peter just simply grabs the prize money from Chen's hand, but he stops him. "I have a bunch of sponsors who want you to be a professional, even if you don't take the mask off. Hell, you could even be the next Jeff Hardy."

Peter immediately grabbed his wrist, and pulled it back, causing Chen to groan in pain while he took the money in his other hand. "I'm not your puppet anymore." He opens the door and walks away. "Go harass another kid."

"That is a problem without my name on it, Petey-Pete."

"Whatever."

Chen watched him leave while rubbing his sore wrist before the door fully closed. "Bah, forget him."