IRON RAIN

Static on the comms — the arena wakes.

Engines ignite, the earth below shakes.

Two machines rising, one has to fall.

The pilot who blinks — loses it all.

As a battle begins to circulate,

I take my last moments to contemplate.

Planning my strategy to anticipate —

The moment my opponent overextends

is when I will seal their fate.

Now I'm good at what I do

and that is a proven fact;

Piles and piles of pilots lay waste in the scrap

and you're the next one in line

who's going to die next upon impact.

Reading every angle, every move you've made —

The trap is already set, the price is getting paid.

You think you see me coming — you don't see a thing.

Lock on. Fire. Let the missiles sing.

Steel on steel in the dead of the night —

One of us lands and one of us dies.

You can dodge, you can run, you can boost away —

But iron rains down at the end of the day.

Stagger. Strike. It's already done.

The arena goes quiet — and I'm the last one.

Steel on steel in the dead of the night —

This is how legends are made, here I rise.

Layered pressure coming at you

in every direction —

Are you up to the task

of dodging and deflecting?

Because when my eyes are set on the target,

there's nowhere you can run

that I won't find you, catch you —

and that is half the fun.

There's nowhere to run

and nowhere to hide,

because once your number is pulled,

be ready to fight.

No matter if they run, fly, rush,

or bring the heavy hitting equipment —

Unless they have what it takes

they may never overcome my own commitment.

So know this before you step up to me —

you had a choice.

But was it the right one?

Now let's go ahead and see.

Every pilot has a moment

where they question the fight —

Where the pressure gets real

and the margins get tight.

But the ones who survive

aren't the fastest or strong —

They're the ones who were patient,

who planned all along.

Steel on steel in the dead of the night —

One of us lands and one of us dies.

You can dodge, you can run, you can boost away —

But iron rains down at the end of the day.

Stagger. Strike. It's already done.

The arena goes quiet — here stands the last one.

Steel on steel in the dead of the night —

This is how legends are made, watch me rise.

The smoke clears slowly, the silence takes hold.

Another name added, another story told.

The Arena doors closed and the air of action turns cold as the stage waits again for the actions of the bold.