The arena lights up to reveal a chasm at least 200 feet deep, with no end in sight. Floating platforms descend downward as far as the eye can see, and the entire arena has been fitted with special bleachers, which are free floating and reminiscent of a ferris wheel. The stadium itself is drifting out in space, and is slowly rotating on its axis.

The platforms are each about 20 feet apart, and they arrange themselves in a geometric pattern similar to the arrangement of stars on the american flag.

JJF enters the arena in a rapid freefall accompanied by the following:

wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhheeeeeeooooooooooooahahahahahha!!! THWUMP!

Picking himself up from the platform inside the dustcloud he (somehow) threw up upon landing, Jack cracks his back and enters his usual hunch.

"Whoa, trippay! Battle in space! Guess who's gonna win this one, tin can? Jumpin' Jack Flash, yeah, yeah, yeah!"

"Ouch, man. Watch where you're spinnin', yeah?

Jack begins to beat a hasty retreat a few platforms away, bouncing from platform to wall to platform and back and forth. Suddenly, he hesistates for a moment on one of the walls, then launches himself hard at Centrifugo, legs extended in a mighty flying kick. Can't dodge this, tincan, he thinks to himself as he hurtles at his opponent.

Jack hits the wall hard, emitting a sickening crunch. He picks himself up from the platform a few feet beneath him, now sporting a freshly bloodied nose.

"Owb, tinken...dou bluddied my noze!"

Jack wipes what blood has escaped already on his ragged sleeve, leaving his nose to continue bleeding. He deftly hops to within a few feet of Centrifugo and starts sprinting towards it. At the last second, Jack drops into a slide and waits until he is underneath Centrifugo before kicking upward with his feet in an attempt to send his opponent flying.

Still reeling from the whiplash imparted by Centrifugo's last attack, Jack is too stunned to think for a few moments before his shoulders collides with a platform, emitting a sickeninig cRaCk as what is (presumably) the shoulderbone of his left arm snaps.

Now in a clearheaded, if rather disorienting, spinning freefall, Jack takes a moment to right his alignment with "up," before kicking hard off a platform he passes by. He continues to kick hard off platforms in hopes of gaining a few seconds lead on Centrifugo in the seemingly bottomless pit in order to figure out what to do next.

"No way that tin can can keep up with me now..." thought Jack as he continued to plummet at an ever-increasingly rapid pace into the darkness of the chasm.

"Let's see how you handle my next move, Tin Can..."

Aiming at the very edge of an upcoming platform, Jack catches onto the edge and starts it spinning. As he reaches the vertical apex of his ride on the platform, he puts as much effort as he can into launching himself upward, directly towards Centrifugo. The crowd is treated to a sonic boom and a metallic clash as Jack collides with Centrifugo, the only thing keeping him from winding up a pile of mush a last-second adjustment he made to put his legs above him.

The intense speed has left Jack's senses a few moments behind him, but if his plan worked the two are now hurtling upward at an incredible speed.

"Oh no you don't pal. You ain't gettin' away this time!"

Switching his "grip" on Centrifugo to a leglock on his torso, JJF begins wailing with his one good arm on Centrifugo's head. LEFT! RI- er, LEFT! and...LEFT?

Noticing how ineffective his blows are, Jack decides to play a little dirty and hocks a nasty green lugie into Centrifugo's face.

"Chew on that, mate!"

Surprised that his tactic actually worked, Jack is too stunned to take advantage of the opening. As a smile creeps across his face, Jack is oblivious to the fact that Centrifugo is slowly spinning his grip off...