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Throttle, Modo, and Vinnie tore down the streets of downtown Chicago on their motorcycles. People waved at them as they passed, only pausing a moment when they noticed the fur and tails of the trio. No one really knew where the three motorcyclists had come from, but after giving aid to the citizens of Chicago on multiple occasions, most people had accepted the mice as heroes. Although some White Sox fans believed they were part of some publicity stunt by the Cubs, who had allowed them to live behind the scoreboard at Wrigley Field. “Miiiiiiiice kind of tooooooown, Chicago is!” Vinnie sang as they took the ramp onto I-90. “Keep it up, Vincent,” laughed Throttle. “Singing like that will drive every Plutarkian out of town and off the planet!” Vinnie cackled as he waved to a pair of ladies driving past in a convertible. “I gotta give the people what they want, bro!” “Yeah? Well right now they want earplugs,” snorted Modo. Before Vinnie could reply, a familiar voice came over their radios. “Throttle? Guys? Are you there? Do you read me? Over.” Vinnie pressed a button on his dashboard. “Hear ya loud and clear, Charley girl. What’s up?” The frustration in Charley’s voice was clear for the mice to hear. “You know what’s up! You guys were supposed to meet me at the scoreboard an hour ago! You told the Cubs you were going to keep your hangout clean, and there’s no way I’m going to clean it up by myself!” “Don’t worry, Charley,” Throttle said. “We’re just doing our patrol. We’ll be back at Wrigley in an hour.” “And what do you expect me to do while you’re out tearing up the streets? You got hamburgers in the fridge so old that I could sell them to the Blackhawks for hockey pucks!” Vinnie leaned in close to the radio and put on his most suave sounding voice. “Hey, relax, doll! You can get it started for us! I always said you cleaned up nice.” “How about I start with cleaning your clock if you don’t get your tails back here!” Suddenly the sound of roaring engines rumbled toward the mice. They were three vehicles, two motorcycles and a large ATV. They were driving straight at the mice in both lanes. “Bros! Punch it!” yelled Throttle. The mice hit a button on their dashboards caused their bikes to rocket up into the air and over the oncoming drivers. They landed back on the pavement and watched as the vehicles continued to speed down the highway. “Vinnie! Throttle! Modo! What happened? Are you ok?!” Throttle switched on his radio. “It’s alright, Charley. We just had to do some fancy steering thanks to some road hogs.” Vinnie looked angrily down the road where the motorcycles had gone. “Hogs, bro? I don’t know about you but there was something that looked awfully fishy about those jerks. Didn’t you see ‘em? They looked like a bunch of buffed out Plutarkians!” “Well, if they are those smelly creeps,” said Modo as he revved up his bike. “Then it’s only fair we return the favor. Biker Mice style!” Vinnie grinned dangerously and pumped his fist. “Oh yeah! Nobody’s going to run us off the road in our own town!” Charley’s voice cut through over the radio. “Guys! What about the hangout? I need you here, not driving around Chicago looking for a fight!” “Don’t worry, Charley,” said Throttle. “We’ll be there. But first we need to check this out. OK, bros. Let’s rock and ride!” The mice tore down the road after the motorcycles. “See you in while, Charley girl!” called Vinnie into his radio. “Remember the vacuum cleaner backs up on you sometimes, so maybe you should use a broom.” “I’ll use a broom on you, you chauvinistic, meat headed..” Charley’s rant was cut short as Vinnie switched off the radio. “Oh, that Charley,” Vinnie chuckled. “That girl wants me in the worst way.” Modo rolled his eyes as the mice followed the trail of crashed cars left in their enemy’s wake. “That’s for sure.” The mice drove through the streets until seeing the unmistakable shape of the vehicles in front of them. “There they are, bros!” shouted Vinnie. “Let’s show these fish sticks who the baddest mama jamas on the planet are!” All three mice punched the boost on their bikes, launching themselves over the motorcycles and ATV and landing in front of them. They screeched to a halt, and the mice got their first good look at the drivers. They were four large creatures with fins and rows of teeth. They climbed out of their vehicles and glared at the mice. “What’s the big idea?” snarled the orange skinned creature. “You’re in our way!” Modo looked confused at Vinnie. “They sure don’t look like any Plutarkians I’ve seen before.” “Pluwhatians?” said the creature with purple stripes. “What are you even talking about? We’re the…” The blue skinned creature held up a warning hand. “Cool it, Streex. This wasn’t the plan.” Throttle took of his helmet and walked toward the four as Vinnie leaned forward to get a better look. “Listen, pal. We don’t know who you are, but Chicago is our city. And we don’t take kindly to creeps scaring our citizens.” The orange creature stepped forward toward Throttle. “Who you callin’ ‘freak’, furball?” Vinnie suddenly snapped his fingers. “Hey! Bros! I know who these guys are! These are those gilled goofballs from Fission City! We saw them on the news!” Modo held up his robotic armed and primed his lasers. “Yeah, that’s right. What’s the matter? Did they have a “Beautify the City” Day and finally kick you out?” Jab and Streex moved behind Slammu threateningly. “Smarten up, cheese for brains!” snapped Jab. Ripster turned to Throttle. “We were being framed! We came here to this town cuz we thought we could hang out till the heat died down.” Vinnie rolled his eye and laughed unconvinced. “Yeah, right! Tell me another one.” “Easy, Vinnie,” cautioned Throttle, before turning his attention to the Street Sharks. “Even if we believed your story, that still doesn’t mean we’re going to let you run us off the road. I think if you know what’s good for ya, you better give us an apology.” The Street Sharks howled with laughter. “Apologize?” guffawed Streex. “It’s not our fault your Mickey Mouse Biker Club doesn’t know how to drive!” Modo’s eyes flashed dangerously and took aim with his laser. “Say that again, Jabberjaw! Say it one more time!” “Bros! Cool it!” both Throttle and Ripster cried in unison. The seven stood in silence, glaring at each other. Throttle looked at Ripster over his shades. “Looks like we have a disagreement. Only one way to settle it.” “A race?” asked Vinnie. “A fight?” asked Slammu. Throttle smirked as he faced Ripster. “Why not both?” Ripster thought about it before giving the toothiest smile he could muster. “Yeah! Your bikes against our rides! We ride till we can’t ride no more, then we can go mano a mano. Deal?” Throttle held out his paw and shook Ripster’s fin. “Deal!” The two groups mounted their vehicles. They raised their fists to the sky. “Shark Attack!” “Let’s Rock and Ride!” OK: Both teams and their vehicles are at full strength. They can race throughout the streets of Chicago until one teams vehicles are unable to run, then it will revert to a battle between the teams. Whichever team takes out the competition’s vehicles and defeats them in combat, wins. Game On!

THE BOTTOM LINE The whirling, twisting form of Zazuum carried the yiping Woof across the sands. The small donkey’s strength completely overwhelmed the beast and when Zazuum stopped his cyclone, Woof was laid out in a dizzied heap. Zazuum gave a victorious bray, which was interrupted by the Bez collapsing in his bear form before reverting to human again. Smoke rose from his singed clothes as Chucko rolled toward him with a blaster in hand. Zazuum stood between them and brayed a warning. “You think you can stop me with some cheap animal impressions?” Chucko sneered, taking aim. Turhan and Ghoul were still engaged in battle, but the prince could see the fat clown pointing his weapon at Bez and Zazuum. Ghoul’s buzzsaw clanged against the magic blade as he snarled at Turhan. “Give it up, pretty boy! Your little sword ain’t gonna hold up much longer!” “You’d be surprised what my sword can do, bandit!” Turhan leapt into the air and sent a kick right into Ghoul’s jaw that knocked him unconscious. He threw his sword at Chucko like a boomerang, knocking the blaster out his hands as he cried out in pain. The sword flew back to Turhan’s grasp, narrowly missing the flight path of Bonk, who was being hurled through the air toward the outcropping. Raseem dusted his hands as Bonk slammed head first into the rocks. “Thanks for the workout, stranger!” Raseem called. Meanwhile Fariik stood on top of the outcropping looking down on the bizarre scene below. There were now a dozen Dee Dees and Nidas brawling with each other. The air was filled the sound of laser whips cracking, battle cries and screeches of pain. Fariik quickly counted the women, desperately trying to keep track of the numbers to help Nida keep from getting overwhelmed. “Six, seven. No, I counted that one. Bakaar’s beard! It would certainly be easy if these ladies would stand sill for a minute! Now, let’s see. There’s three Nidas and two bandits there. And four bandits and four Nidas there. The three Nidas chasing the bandit over there. And the two Nidas fighting the four bandits by the rocks there. So that’s twelve Nidas and eleven bandits! Whew. But…then…where’s the other…” Fariik’s musings were interrupted by his scream as the missing Dee Dee’s whip sent electricity coursing through his body. He fell off the rocks to the sand as all the Nida’s disappeared. The real Princess Nida looked as her duplicates faded away like sand out of an hourglass. She had not time to react as the Dee Dees all pounced on her, zapping her into unconsciousness with their whips. The original Dee Dee twins recalled their clones, allowing them to vanish. They stood over the princess with whips raised. “She put up a good fight, Dee Dee.” “Not good enough, Dee Dee.” Before the fatal blow could be struck, Zazuum charged toward the twins, snorting and calling furiously. The Dee Dees were so taken by surprise by the donkey they ran as fast as they could around the rocks to Chucko. Turhan stood across from them with Raseem and Zazuum, but Chucko’s reclaimed blaster held them back. “Enough of this freak show! You losers take one step and I’ll take your heads off!” Fariik stumbled around the outcropping on shaky legs and saw the stand off as Turhan pointed his sword at Chucko. “Surrender, bandits! We’ll give you one last chance to give yourselves up!” The Jokerz laughed derisively as Chucko took aim. “Good one, sucker! Now I’ll show you what the Jokerz think is funny!” Just as Chucko pressed the trigger, Fariik raised up a hand. “Rosan uhhh Kobar!” The laser blast came out of the blaster but it hovered in midair. The six warriors watched the beam seem to dart up and down like a lost bird looking for somewhere to land. Fariik’s hand swayed back and forth as he attempted to control the course of the laser while trying to keep from seeing double. The strain proved too much and he and his hand fell to the ground. The laser blast then went where Fariik’s magic had accidentally aimed it: the treasure chest. All the gold and jewels exploded into the air as the chest burst into the flames and the gold crown was reduced to twisted, melted scrap. The Dee Dees slapped the back of Chucko’s head in frustration. “You dope!” “That’s what we came here for!” Chucko looked stunned at the still burning chest before finding his voice again. “Don’t blame me! I didn’t want to come to this dump anyway! Grab the guys! Were getting out of here!” Turhan, Raseem, and Zazuum charged toward the Jokerz. “Don’t be so hasty, large one,” shouted Raseem. “We still have scores to settle with you!” Chucko quickly rolled to Ghoul’s jack-o-lantern and pulled out the control device for the time portal and a handful of smoke grenades. “Too bad! So long, heroes!” He hurled the grenades at the Knights as he pressed a button for the portal back to Neo-Gotham. As the Knights covered their eyes and coughed from the teargas, Chucko and the Dee Dees dragged Woof, Ghoul, and Bonk to the portal and tossed them in before jumping after them. When the gas had cleared, all that was left were the Arabian Knights and the charred remains of Bakaar’s tribute. “What kind of bandits would you call those, Turhan?” asked Raseem. “Very strange ones, indeed, old friend,” said Turhan. He ran over to the outcropping to see Fariik and Nida stumbling from behind it, still suffering from the effects of Dee Dee’s whip. Raseem went to check on Bez with Zazuum. Zazuum nudged the face of Bez as he groaned awake. “Ohhh. What happened? Raseem! Did we win the day?” “Hard to say, shapeshifter,” said Raseem as he helped Bez to his feet. “We didn’t lose, but I’m not sure if we won either.” Nida leaned on the rock and looked at the ruined treasure. “A shame that we won’t be able to give the treasure to the poor people in Baghdad.” “True, cousin,” said Turhan, putting his hand on Nida’s shoulder to steady her. “But if it can’t go to the people, at least we know that treasure won’t be in the hands of Bakaar or those grinning bandits.” Fariik looked up at the sky where the portal had first appeared. “I wonder just where they came from. Or when?” Raseem gave a rueful laugh. “Wherever and whenever they came from, they can stay there! Right, little Zazuum?” The donkey’s bray rang out over the desert sands.

THE BOTTOM LINE Al Rossi: Welcome back, folks! This has been a real shootout between Little and Nada! Nada has run out of ammo and is dodging behind buildings to get out of Omar’s sights! Andel Sanap: Mr. Nada has also been wounded, taking a shot to the shoulder. He needs to find a loot crate to reload his weapons. He’s ducking behind an outhouse and one of the medkits is there. He touches the icon and wound is repairing itself. But he removes his hand before he heals completely. Al Rossi: He’s climbing up the outhouse to the roof. Omar is walking around the corner whistling. He’s looking around, shotgun at the ready. John Nada: Hey, Scarface! Up here! Andel Sanap: By the Force! Al Rossi: Good grief! Flying off the top and crashing down on Omar! Nada is no stranger to a good old fist fight! Pummeling Little with strikes. Omar spits out blood and rolls over as Nada goes to pick up the shotgun. Andel Sanap: He’s got it aimed right for Omar’s head! John Nada: You’re a damn good fighter, man. But this is it. Omar Little: No doubt. BANG! Al Rossi: My God! Headshot! Omar got him with the Desert Eagle! He whipped it out and fired before Nada could get off the shot! Andel Sanap: Mr. Nada made a critical error and he paid for it, Al. He’s not close enough to the medkit to heal himself, and yes, the referee is calling the bout. Referee: Winner: Omar Little! Al Rossi: For all of you fans who are wondering what happens now, with Nada receiving a mortal injury that he couldn’t recover from on his own, let us introduce you to our resident healer. Andel Sanap: Yes, Al, here she come’s now, floating down from the upper deck as the protective screen goes down to let her pass. She lands at the side of Nada. Al Rossi: Shh. I love this part! Mercy: Heroes Never Die! Al Rossi: And just like that, John Nada is back on his feet, looking slightly bewildered but alive and well. He looks over at Omar, looking on and smoking a cigarette. The two share a nod of respect. These two aren’t really handshake people, Andel. Andel Sanap: They are most certainly not, Al. But now the time has come for us to sign off. For Philippa Forrester, Al Rossi, and Mercy, I’m Andel Sanap. Good night from TCC Arena, and may the Force be with you all! Vendor: Hello, sir! Would like to buy a pair of sunglasses? Marlo Stanfield: Shut up!

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In the Arabian desert a caravan made it’s way through the shifting dunes toward Baghdad. There were four camels, three with riders and one carrying a large wooden chest. They were only a day away from reaching the city, and presenting their offering to the sultan Bakaar. Then with a mighty crash, what seemed to be a second sun appeared in the sky. The camels bellowed in confusion and reared up in confusion. The riders desperately tried to calm their mounts but even they were terrified at the sight. The second sun pulsed with an unearthly light, and there seemed to be something moving within it. The shapes became more and more clear, until finally six beings leapt out of the light and landed before the caravan. They were strangely dressed, particularly the two twin females. One looked like a skeleton, and another stood tall as the camels. There was a creature that looked like a hyena with armor on it’s front legs, and a fat man who had a large ball where his legs should have been. All of them grinned at the guardians of the caravan with a ferocity they had not seen before. Woof cackled as he leapt toward the lead the camel, dragging it to the sand on top of it’s rider. Another urged his camel to take off at full gallop back into the desert. Meanwhile, Ghoul, Bonk, and Chucko rushed the camel holding the chest. Goul extended his buzzsaw arm and sliced the ropes holding the chest, cutting it free as the camel bolted after it’s brothers. The third guard slid off his mount and drew his scimitar, holding it toward the raiders in shaking hands. Dee Dee and Dee Dee walked slowly toward him, a bead of sweat running down both of their grinning faces and smudging their make up as they stalked their prey. “It sure is hot here, Dee Dee.” “Chronos should have given us sunscreen, Dee Dee.” The unfortunate guard swung the sword at them as she tried to keep his voice from shaking. “Keep away! This treasure belongs to the Black Sultan Bakaar! It must get to Baghdad!” Dee Dee and Dee Dee circled the guard and pulled out their whips. “He’s kinda cute, Dee Dee.” “Cute and stupid, Dee Dee.” With a flourish they switched on the energy whips, and lashed them around the man’s throat. The man howled in pain as the electricity coursed threw his body. Seconds later, he fell lifeless to the ground. “Took you long enough,” grumbled Chucko. “Ah, quit your moaning,” sneered Ghoul as his saw smashed the locks of the chest. He retracted the blade and opened the lid to reveal countless rubies and diamonds, with an ornate crown resting on top of them all. “Yeah, this is what Chronos sent us to get alright.” “Great. Fantastic. Can we go now?” Chucko asked looking up at the time portal. “What’s the matter, Chucko?” laughed Bonk. “Afraid you’ll get sand in your shoes?” Chucko activated his energy sword and rolled toward Bonk threateningly. “How would you like this shoved up your…” Ghoul quickly moved between them, arms outstretched. “Hey! Both of you two knock it off! We got the loot for ol’ Lord Chronos. Now we can go back to Neo-Gotham.” “You’ll be going nowhere with that treasure, you band of thieves!” The Jokerz looked to the sky where the courageous voice came from. In the air were five magic carpets, each carrying a determined looking passenger. Their leader stood on his carpet with sword drawn, while the lone woman in the group gently petted the donkey who was riding with her. The Jokerz looked dumbfounded at the sight. “That treasure belongs to the people of Baghdad!” the swordsman proclaimed. “It shall not fall into the hands of Bakaar the Tyrant or brigands like you!” The Dee Dees rolled their eyes in unison. “Oh brother. Is he for real, Dee Dee?” “Guess they have goody two shoes everywhere, Dee Dee.” Ghoul reached into his jack-o-lantern and pulled out a laser pistol. “Slag ‘em!” He fired several blasts at the fat man in the turban who raised his hands to the sky. “Rosan Flowar!” The deadly beams flickered and shifted into a rain of flowers. Fariik caught one of the blossoms and tossed them to Princess Nida. “For you, dear Nida.” Nida sniffed the flower and smiled as Zazuum the donkey took a bite out of it. “How kind of you, Fariik. If only we could give something in return.” Raseem cracked his knuckles eagerly. “We can start with a lesson in manners!” Prince Turhan raised his sword to the sky and brought it down as his carpet charged toward the Jokerz. “Arabian Knights! Attack!” “Attacking me on a rug?” laughed Ghoul as his buzzsaw snapped into place. “Not smart, hero!” The saw cut the carpet in half sending Turhan tumbling into Bonk’s clutches. Bonk wrapped his arms around Turhan in a bear hug. “Now try to talk big now, little man!” Raseem leapt from his carpet onto Bonk, breaking Turhan from his grip. He raised his fists as Bonk shook his head and rose back to his feet. “Now why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” Bonk pressed an unseen button and caused his arm to transform into a giant hammer head. He swung it and caught Raseem with a blow that sent him twenty feet away. Bonk charged forward, spinning the hammer head. “Now you made me mad, meathead!” The other Arabian Knights had landed their carpets, but Woof quickly ran over on all fours to tear and rip them apart. Nida pointed at the cybernetic hyena hybrid and whispered to Zazuum. “Can you deal with that creature for us, little Zazuum?” The donkey brayed and ran headlong into Woof. Zazuum gave a mighty kick that knocked the air out of the monstrous gang member. “Well done, Zazuum!” Nida applauded. “But do be careful!” The Dee Dees cartwheeled into view and blocked her way. “Looky here, Dee Dee. No powers. No weapons.” “And no brains, Dee Dee.” The twins cracked their whips and Nida tumbled out of the way. She ran across the sand to rocky outcropping and dashed behind it. One of the Dee Dees ran a little bit faster and got behind the rock first. “Wait for me, Dee Dee!” the other called to her twin. She reached behind the rocks to see her sister with whip in hand. The second twin looked frustrated at the other. “Why’d you run off like that, Dee Dee?” The other Dee Dee just stood their grinning. “Don’t just stand there! Say something, Dee Dee!” The other Dee Dee gave a flying kick to the confused twin. She looked up from the ground to see ‘her sister’ wiping her face and adjusting her clothes and suddenly being revealed as the still grinning Nida. “I’m sorry, you must have me confused with someone else.” Nida grabbed Dee Dee and hurled her into the rock, the force activating Dee Dee’s power and causing another Dee Dee to appear beside her. Nida gasped in surprise as the Dee Dee she had subdued earlier snuck up and trapped her arms behind her. “Didn’t know we could do that, did you? Let’s get her, Dee Dee.” The two other Dee Dees moved toward Nida with whips charged. Fariik peeked out from the other side of the rock. “Don’t worry, Nida! If this painted thief wishes to practice her multiplication, then…Rosan Kobar!” With a wave of Fariik’s hands, two more Nida’s appeared out of thin air and began scrapping with the Dee Dees. “Oh my,” said Fariik. “This might get a little confusing. I’m going to need to match these thieves in order to give Nida a fair chance! I hope the others will not be needing my magic!” Bez the Beast ducked a blow from Chucko’s energy sword. The duel bladed weapon hummed dangerously as Chucko whirled around him. “Stay still, loser! It’ll be easier for you that way.” Bez crouched and held his hands to the sky. “I know a way that is easier still. Size of a Bear!” A flash of light made Chucko cover his eyes. When he opened them again Bez had transformed into a large, brown bear. Meanwhile, Ghoul approached Turhan, who held his sword at the ready. “Tell your followers to stand down, creature!” Ghoul held up his buzzsaw arm and readied himself to attack. “No chance, boy scout. You and your buddies are going down, and that treasure is coming with us! And there’s nothing you can do about it!” Magic sword and buzzsaw blade clashed against each other as the two forces battled. Prince Turhan gritted his teeth as he looked in the eyes of his adversary. “You grinning bandits don’t stand a chance against the Arabian Knights!” OK: Jokerz: The crew from “Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker”, with the enhancements they received from Chronos in “The Once and Future Thing.” Arabian Knights: From their cartoon, at full strength. Fariik will be occupied with helping Nida, but if he gets distracted he can’t maintain multiple magic feats at once. Whoever defeats the other team and claims the treasure, wins. Game On!

THE BOTTOM LINE Tracer blinked quickly down the corridors of Aperture Science. Ahead a blue portal appeared the wall to her right. She stopped short and aimed her pistols at the opening. A pair of turrets flew out, shooting wildly and crying out in distress. Tracer crouched down and blinked to the other side of the hallway, then spun around and fired at the turrets. The two robotic sentries burst into flame, but through the fire Tracer could see her opponent shooting a portal and jumping in. Tracer turned but it was too late. The strange woman had materialized behind her and landed a blow with the butt of her weapon. Tracer staggered back as she fired another portal to the far wall beyond the corridor and another portal underneath her and Tracer. The two women were launched out of the portal and over the abyss into a wall with an outcropping. The woman nailed the landing. Tracer crumpled to the ground in a heap. “Whoa,” Tracer groaned. “You sure know how to use that thing, don’t ya?” The woman said nothing as she fired a portal at the ceiling, positioning it over the acidic substance below. She took aim at Tracer with a cold, blank expression. Tracer looked up with a determined grin. “But I have some toys of my own!” She activated her Chronal Accelerator’s Recall function, causing herself to be pulled back into the past. Specifically, back when she was flying out of the air after being shot out of a portal. The woman looked stunned as Tracer came careening toward her with an armed Pulse Bomb in hand. “Bomb’s away!” Tracer tossed the bomb at her feet, blinking to the left to another outcropping. Chell looked down in confusion and fear as the bomb counted down and exploded. The blast sent her flying over the edge into the abyss toward the acid below. “NO!” Tracer cried in alarm. She blinked to a pillar to try to reach her, but it was too late. The woman and her weapon had disappeared in molten goo. Tracer stood in shock, her hand still outstretched toward where her opponent had fallen. Well done. You did very well with that test. I have always wondered what was necessary in order to kill her. Turns out it was just a case of chronal disassociation. Tracer gritted her teeth as blinked off the pillar to the entrance of a new corridor. “Now I’m going to make you pay for that!” If you mean for your test partner’s death, I suppose I’m to blame. I’m the one who used a high-powered explosive that sent her falling into a pit of acid. Oh wait. That was you. Tracer blinked down the hall, reducing several turrets to scrap metal as she passed. “I’m going to find where you are, and shut you down! Then I’m going to have my mate Winston use your spare parts and turn you into a toaster!” An intriguing notion. But unfortunately, you and I will be much too busy. A panel shot up from the floor in front of Tracer to block her way. She recalled back to head back to the corridor entrance but another panel blocked her path. Tracer fired her pistols at the walls, but the blasts had no effect. The two panels moved closer and closer together, turning the hallway into a new cage. She screamed in frustration and readied another Pulse Bomb. That explosive is not fully charged yet. Even if you activated it, the resulting detonation in this enclosed space would invariably terminate your existence. “I’ll take that risk!” Tracer yelled defiantly. “Rather than be your prisoner here!” I’m sure you would. But since our continued progress is dependent on your existence continuing, I’m afraid you will have to postpone your suicide to some other time. Tracer could suddenly detect a strange scent in the air. She heard the fans pumping the gas into the room. The Pulse Bomb still hadn’t recharged. She coughed and tried to held her breath, but the gas had already started it’s work. She fell to the ground, the Pulse Bomb lying useless beside her. A panel slid away to let it fall out of the cage before resealing itself. Before falling unconscious, Tracer could her the mechanical voice of her tormentor. Don’t worry. I’m saving the neurotoxin for another test. This will just help you rest until I can get you back to your Relaxation Vault. Just take it easy, and remember. The world could always use more…test subjects.

THE BOTTOM LINE The door to the Capone mansion burst open as a squad of Oxmyx’ best men stormed in armed with machine guns. Capone’s gangsters ducked behind the pillars that lined the hall and opened fire with their makeshift phasers. As the shoot out went on, Tasha Yar led her security team in through a side door. They hurried up a staircase, stunning the guards who blocked their way. “Lieutenant!” called Zaren. “I’m picking up a combadge signal behind this door!” Yar motioned to the other two crewman, and they took positions at the door. With a stereo kick they knocked the door open to reveal one of Capone’s men with a machine gun and Data seated in a chair. “Don’t you come any closer, Fed!” he snarled. But he didn’t have a chance to do anything else. Data quickly rose from the chair and grabbed the gun, sending the bullets into the ceiling. He twisted the weapon into a knot and tossed to the floor, before taking a hold of his captors lapels and knocking to the floor with one punch. Yar looked annoyed at Data. “You could have done that sooner, you know.” Data shook his head. “On the contrary, Lieutenant. It would have been unwise of me to have attempted an escape while Commander Riker is being held captive. To use a colloquialism, Mr. Capone had us atop a container.” “You mean over a barrel?” Yar sighed. Data looked confused. “That is what I said, Lieutenant.” Suddenly a voice rang out behind the door. “Alright! All of yous! Drop your heaters, or the Fed gets ventilated!” Yar moved to the door, peeked around it, and saw Capone armed with a phaser, followed by two of his cronies holding up a barely conscious Riker. His face was covered in bruises from multiple punches, and one eye was swollen shut. Oxmyx’ men slowly started lowering their weapons. Capone sneered down at them as he made his way to the top of the stair well. “All of you got no heart! You know that? Working for the Feds is making you all weak! Well, not anymore! Now I’M going to be the top boss around here!” Yar swung the door open, allowing her security team to get off two stunning blasts from their phasers on Capone’s henchmen. Capone spun around as Zaren caught Riker and started dragging him to safety. Tasha Yar stepped over the knocked out gangsters on the floor and aimed her phaser at Capone. “Put that heater down, Capone. Do it. Now!” Capone put up his hands and slowly got on the floor. He placed his weapon in front of Yar. “Hey, take it easy, dollface. I can take a hint. I know when I’m beat.” Capone sprung forward, catching Yar off guard and wrestled her phaser from her. He pointed it to her head and wrapped his arm around her neck as he glared at the Away Team. “All of you back off! Or this chippie is a dead Fed! I’m walking out of here right now! Anyone tries something, she’s gonna…” Unfortunately for Mr. Capone, he wasn’t able to finish his thought. Tasha Yar freed her hands, took hold of Capone, and hip tossed him off her. His momentum carried through the railing, and off the second floor to the ground below. Yar looked down on the once feared boss, as his men dropped their weapons and were herded out by Oxmyx’ soldiers. “Mr. Data,” she said turning back to the commander. “We need your assistance in finding and shutting down the force field. I’m sur the Enterprise will be anxious to know what’s been going on.” Captain’s Log: Supplemental. The Away Team is back on board the Enterprise, with Command Riker expecting to make a full recovery after a few days. The Federation’s ‘cut’ has been collected and is ready for redistribution, and the Capone crime family will be dealt with by the Syndicate, who are ready to engage in their own brand of justice. Riker lay in sickbay, trying to be still as Dr. Crusher examined him. “Lie still, Commander. I need to get these readings.” Riker grumbled as the tricorder scanned him. “I feel fine, Doctor. I’m probably ready for duty right now.” He tried to rise out of the biobed before Crusher eased him back. “Will, you’ve got 3 broken ribs, multiple contusions, and a concussion. Just a few more days.” The doors of the sickbay opened and Tasha Yar entered, back in uniform. She walked over to the biobed. “Hello, doctor. How’s the patient?” Crusher smiled down on Riker. “Cooperative as ever. I’ll be back in my office if you need anything.” Crusher left the two alone as Riker looked up at Yar. He cleared his throat before he spoke. “Lieutenant, I didn’t get to say on the planet. But you did a phenomenal job down there.” Yar nodded respectfully. “Thank you, sir.” “I mean it,” continued Riker. “I let my guard down on that mission. I didn’t take it seriously. I apologize for that, and for my behavior. I was out of line.” Yar was taken off guard and stammered in response. “Er, apology accepted, sir. I do need to get back to the bridge now.” Riker gave a nod, and Yar turned to exit. But just as she reached the doors, Riker’s voice called out. “Lieutenant!” Yar turned to face the bed as Riker gave a weary smile. “Any chance of you being interested in being on my next Away Mission?” Tasha Yar considered, then grinned. “Anytime…boss.”

THEY LIVE! grocery store. - YouTube, They Live (1988) - Here to Chew Bubble Gum and Kick Ass Scene (4/10) | Movieclips - YouTube, They Live (1988) - TV Studio Attack Scene (9/10) | Movieclips - YouTube The Wire - Come at the King - YouTube, The Wire - Omar's Coming Yo! - YouTube, Omar burns the money and calls out Marlo - YouTube Just to give you an idea who these guys are.

*THE FOLLOWING BROADCAST IS BEING PRESENTED BY THE TRANSDIMENSIONAL COMBAT COMMISSION. ALL COMBATANTS MUST AGREE TO FOLLOW TCC GUIDELINES AT ALL TIMES. SAFETY OF ATENDEES IS NOT GUARANTEED.* Al Rossi: Helloooo, fight fans! We are back at the TCC Arena in what should be one of the most explosive match ups we’ve seen yet! It’s the battle of the urban vigilantes as John Nada goes one on one with Omar Little. I’m Al Rossi. Andel Sanap: And I’m Jedi Master Andel Sanap. Al, this contest should prove particularly violent given that both combatants have an affinity for firearms. However, the threat of gunfire has not diminished the size of the crowd. The cheering sections of both combatants are filled, with Mr. Nada’s fellow members of the anti-alien resistance in attendance, and Mr. Little appearing to have assembled a contingent of his admirers from Baltimore. Al Rossi: Our security at the arena is on guard, all wearing the specially designed sunglasses to detect alien activity. Also they are on the look out for any members of the Marlo Stanfield crime organization. These two street wise combatants have certainly made their share of enemies. Before we get started, Andel, let’s give a rundown of the battle terrain. Andel Sanap: The format for this combat will be the Old West Ghost Town map. A deserted city equipped with bank, saloon, hotel, and stores. Scattered throughout the battle terrain are ‘loot crates’ containing ammunition and medkits. For the combatants have agreed that they will both be using the same weapons. Each man will start with a single barrel shotgun and a Desert Eagle pistol. Once they are out of ammunition, they will need to search the battle terrain to reload and heal themselves. Whoever renders their opponent unable to continue, either by surrender or death, wins. Al Rossi: And medical staff of the TCC will be able to restore them to life after the contest is over. With all that out of the way, let’s throw it down to Philippa for the introductions! Philippa Forrester: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to TCC Arena! The following fight is a singles match, and can only be won by surrender or to the death. Introducing first, currently residing in Los Angeles, California, Joooooooooohn Nadaaaaaaaaaa! Al Rossi: Shotgun slung over his shoulder, the drifter only known by the name John Nada makes his way onto the battle terrain. He’s heads straight for the saloon and goes inside. Wait. Hear that whistling? You know who’s coming next! Philippa Forrester: And his opponent, from Baltimore, Maryland, Omaaaaaaar Little! Andel Sanap: Dressed in his black trench coat and letting his shotgun hang, Mr. Little enters to the cheers of the Baltimore faithful. He looks almost amused at the crowd as he walks into the saloon. He’s heading to the bar where Mr. Nada is pouring himself a drink. Omar Little: Ayo, man. So you the man who fight’s aliens? John Nada: And you’re the guy who robs drug dealers? Omar Little: How do? John Nada: Want something before we get started with this? Omar Little: Nah, man, I’m good. John Nada: Yeah, you sure are, ain’t ya? For a guy who’s about to get in a fight to the death you sure look cool as a cucumber. Omar Little: Why should I not, bro? All part of the game. I’ve been playin’ it all my life. And if you weren’t down, you wouldn’t be here right now. John Nada: Huh. You know you ain’t lying. I didn’t ask to be no hero. Just like I didn’t ask to be here. But since I am, you better start praying to God you’re as good a shot as your fanboys say you are. Or they’re gonna be able use you for a hula hoop. Omar Little: Oh indeed. Al Rossi: I think we are going to be dispensing with the combatants returning to their neutral corners. Both of them look ready for war right now. The referee is on the second story landing overlooking the bar. He’s ready to give them the go ahead. Referee: Combatants, ready? On your marks. 3. 2. 1. Commence combat! Andel Sanap: By the Force! Mr. Little swung up his shotgun and fired, sending broken bottles flying all over the bar! Mr. Nada was only just able to duck out of the way! Al Rossi: Now he’s returning fire with his pistol! He’s forcing Omar to fall back and go out into the street. Nada is in hot pursuit! The protective screen should be getting paid overtime for this battle! Which of these two anti-heroes will come out on top? Stay tuned with us to find out! OK: Both combatants are at full strength. Both are armed with shotgun/Desert Eagle. They need to scavenge the battle terrain to find more ammo and medkits to heal themselves. Whoever kills their opponent, or forces them to surrender, wins. Game On!

Just in case you want more evidence of what these two can do before you vote: Official Portal Trailer - YouTube Aperture Investment Opportunity #4: "Boots" - YouTube Overwatch Tracer Origin Story (English) - YouTube Tracer Ability Overview | Overwatch - YouTube

Star Trek - Stunned By Phasers - YouTube For those of you who aren't as Trekkie, I based this match on an episode called "A Piece of the Action". I just fast forwarded into the TNG era where the Syndicate/Federation agreement is just part of Federation business, and Bela Oxmyx' descendent (Inac) is now running the Syndicate.

Tracer groaned as she woke up to find herself on a white linoleum floor. She felt a pounding in her head as she crawled up to her knees and tried to get a grasp of her surroundings. She was in a glass cage, the only other item with her being a radio that blared out elevator music. Tracer blinked to the wall and pressed her face to glass to look around the room. “Hullo? Is anyone out there?” The only response was the radio continuing to play. Tracer unholstered her pulse pistols and fired a short burst at the glass walls. The glass fractured, but still held intact. Do not attempt to use force to damage the Aperture Science Relaxation Vault. Tracer looked around the room for the source of the voice. “Who said that? Where are you and why have you brought me here?” Do not attempt to ask unimportant questions while in the Aperture Science Relaxation Vault. A portal will open in 3. 2. 1. The glass panel suddenly was enveloped by an orange, oval shaped hole. Through it, Tracer could see herself standing in the glass cage. She looked back and forth between the orange portal and the blue one behind her and outside on the wall. “Whoa! Wicked!” she whispered. She stuck her hand through the orange portal and looked behind her to see it sticking out the blue. She laughed in amazement then pulled her hand back in. “Winston would love this!” Please exit the Aperture Science Relaxation Vault. The testing will require you to exit the Relaxation Vault in order for testing to commence. If you are unable to complete this task, an Aperture Science Representative will be sent to assist you. “Alright already!” Tracer shouted. “I’m going!” Tracer took a breath, then ran through the orange portal and reappeared from the blue portal outside the cage. She turned to look back only for both portals to vanish. Tracer looked up at a security camera looking down at her from the ceiling. “I don’t know who you are, or what you want. But Overwatch isn’t going to take kindly to you kidnapping one of their agents.” Overwatch is irrelevant to the testing you are about to partake in. Please proceed to the chamber lock, and enter the elevator. Your test partner is waiting for you. Tracer glared defiantly up as she charged up her pistols. “You aren’t going to hold me here forever. And when I leave I’m taking anyone else you’re holding prisoner with me.” The camera lens narrowed as Tracer made her way through the chamber lock doors. You are certainly a talkative test subject. This will not help you when the testing begins. The elevator carried Tracer down several floors before stopping in front of another metallic door. The door opened at Tracer’s approach to reveal a large, open room. In front of her was a platform that stretched out to another chamber lock. To the left was an abyss with smaller platforms of various sizes and heights sticking out of it. Tracer scanned the room but saw no one else. “So, where’s my partner?” Suddenly the chamber lock on the other side of the platform opened up and another woman walked in. She was wearing an orange jumpsuit with the top half folded down and wrapped around her waist, revealing a white tank top with an Aperture Science logo emblazoned on it. Her shoes had strange supporting braces, and she was carrying a cylindrical object aimed at Tracer. Tracer holstered her pistols and held out up her hands carefully. “Hi there. I don’t want to hurt you. I think you’re stuck here just like I am. My name’s Tracer. What’s yours?” The woman remained silent, glaring at Tracer as she held her weapon. “Look, I’m with Overwatch. My friends are going to come look for us. Maybe if we work together, maybe we can get out of this crazy place.” Social interaction is not part of this test. The testing will begin in 3. 2. 1. Now. The woman fired her weapon and a strange energy discharge shot out of it. Tracer dropped to the floor, and looked behind her to see another orange portal had appeared on the wall. The woman charged forward, projecting a blue portal in front of Tracer. Then she leapt over the portal with a kick that sent Tracer flying into the portal on the wall. Suddenly Tracer felt the strangest sensation from flying backward to flying into the air out of the floor. She looked down to see the blue portal showing her suspended out of it, before the image was replaced by an angle from above her. Before she could shout in surprise, she began to fall. Looking above and below, all Tracer could see were echoes and copies of her falling for infinity. Then the image beneath her changed again and she was sent soaring through the air over the abyss. Tracer desperately blinked to one of the platforms, sliding off it and just barely getting a hand hold. She looked back to the starting platform to see her ‘test partner’ standing next to the blue portal on the floor, only to leap into it and be shot out from another portal on the wall towards her. Tracer fired her pistols at the woman and blinked from platform to platform, forcing her to create a new portal that sent her back where she came from. When Tracer made it across to a larger platform with a chamber lock, she noticed the security camera watching intently. “Just what was that about?” Tracer demanded. “Why is that woman attacking me?” Your test partner has been instructed that you have been sent here to kill her. She does not approve of that. She prefers to kill things herself. Believe me, I know. “I don’t suppose you have anything to do with her thinking that?” The Aperture Science Handheld Portal Device must be tested in a variety of scenarios in order to prove it’s effectiveness. Today’s scenario will be wear and tear on the device in combat. Of course, you can choose not to fight. I am sure to learn a great deal about human free will from you. Briefly. Before you die. Tracer readied herself as she heard the discharge of the portal gun, pistols charged and pulse bombs ready. “I have no intention of dying today. I’ll do what I have to, but after this is over, I’m going to find you and pull the plug for good.” Excellent. Perhaps you will be a good test subject after all. This will be so much…fun. OK: Tracer: Pre-Overwatch 2. Chell: Pre-Portal 2. They have access to the Aperture Science Facility, with all of it’s turret bots, traps, and tech. Whoever takes out the other, wins. Game On!

“…and We Talk About Who Dies.” Captain’s Log: Stardate 41703.2. The Enterprise is entering the Sigma Iotia system and is en route to Sigma Iotia II. We are about to take part in what has become an unusual tradition in Federation interstellar relations. Commander Riker strode into the captain’s ready room, where Captain Picard sat behind his desk with Counselor Troi standing at his side. Riker was wearing a black, pinstripe suit, pants, and spats, holding a grey fedora in one of his outstretched hands. “Well?” Riker grinned. “Did the ships tailor’s do a good job or what?” Troi stifled a chuckle as Riker turned around to give a full view of his outfit. “Yes, you look very dashing, Will.” “Thanks, sweetheart,” said Riker in a Bogart-esque accent. He sat down in front of the desk, and moved to rest his feet on it, stopping short after a warning look from Picard. Picard’s expression softened as Riker adjusted himself to sit normally before him. “I’m glad to see you’re embracing your role in our mission, Number One.” “You have no idea, sir. I’ve always wanted to see Sigma Iotia II. I’m just disappointed you won’t be beaming down with us. From what I’ve heard the whole planet is run like a Dixon Hill novel.” Picard nodded in agreement. “Hmm. Although I’m sure Dixon Hill wouldn’t be welcome on a planet run by mob bosses. But you need to be on your guard, Will. This is still a diplomatic mission. One that can’t be afforded to be taken lightly. Counselor?” Troi walked around the desk to Riker as she explained. “We will be making contact with the head of the planetary syndicate Inac Oxmyx via radio. He will then be sending us the coordinates for where your ‘meet’ will take place. The Iotians see the Federation as a powerful, mob-like organization and you as it’s representative. They respect strength and bravado above all else, so you must adopt that persona and not be taken off guard by their irrational attitudes or customs.” “Then after some posturing, the syndicate will present me with the Federation’s ‘percentage’ of their profits; 20%, negotiated down from the original 40. We will then secretly funnel those profits back into the planet’s treasury and to their people, firming up their economy and allowing them to build a better society for themselves without even realizing it,” concluded Riker. “An unusual relationship, to be sure,” mused Picard. “But Captain Kirk was by no means a usual diplomat. Just be prepared, Commander. The Iotians have been known to be treacherous. We will keep a transporter lock on you in case of trouble. The lives of my crew are more important than the Federation getting it’s ‘cut’.” Riker rose from his chair and put on his fedora with a grin. “You got it, boss. This job’s in good hands. I’ll head on down to Transporter Room 3, and wait with the boys for you to give me the word. See you around.” Picard and Troi shared an amused look as Commander Riker exited the ready room. Riker made his way through the hallways of the Enterprise, paying no attention to the reactions of crewmembers who passed him. He finally entered Transporter Room 3, where Chief O’Brien stood at the controls, and three security officers (two human, one Bolian) stood awkwardly adjusting their 20’s gangster outfits. Lieutenant Commander Data was also there in a blue pinstripe suit of his own. “Commander, the security detail is ready for transport.” “Very good, Mr. Data,” said Riker. “Now all we need is our moll.” Data looked puzzled. “Moll? Accessing. Ah. Slang. Derivative of ‘gun moll’. A girlfriend of a gangster. A call girl. A streetwalker. A…” Data’s diatribe was interrupted by the sound of the transporter room doors opening and Tasha Yar making her entrance. She was wearing a period red skirt, cut diagonally, a black blouse, and a brown, fur-trimmed coat, all topped off with a black cocktail hat with a veil. She also did not look pleased at all. Riker’s smile widened as he looked as Chief of Security. “Lieutenant, I must say you look brilliant.” Yar gave a baleful look at Riker. “To be honest, sir, I think I look like you did on Angel One.” Riker chuckled as he moved to Yar’s side. “Really? I don’t see the resemblance.” “On the contrary, sir,” said Data. “There are similar factors in both outfits. The revealing nature of the outfits, the flimsiness of the materials, the jewelry, the make-up, the perfume….” “Thank you, Mr. Data,” Riker interrupted. “I guess I’m having trouble understanding why I was chosen for this Away Team,” Yar continued. “Since this a diplomatic mission I would’ve thought Counselor Troi would’ve been a better choice.” “But Counselor Troi doesn’t have your experience and training as Chief of Security,” Riker pointed out. “The Iotians tend to be dismissive of females. If they just assume that you are my…companion, then that might give us an edge if they decide to pull a double cross.” Yar looked suspiciously at Riker. “So you choosing me for this had nothing to do with me laughing at that outfit they made you wear on Angel One?” Riker gave his most innocent expression. “Really, Lieutenant, such pettiness would be beneath me as a First Officer.” “It certainly would,” Yar muttered as she walked past a grinning Riker toward her security detail, who also looked amused at her. She gave a commanding glare at the three crewmen. “Any smart remarks from you and I’ll have you on nightshift foot patrol for the rest of the month. Clear?” All three crewmen swiftly stopped smiling and stood at attention. “Yes, sir!” The levity was interrupted by the sound of Captain Picard’s voice over the comm. “Commander Riker, we have received the coordinates from Mr. Oxmyx. You will be materializing in the study of his estate. Good luck, Will.” “Coordinates locked in, Commander,” said O’Brien. “Very good, Mr. O’Brien,” said Riker as took his place on the transporter pad with his Away Team. “Energize.” A few buttons pressed by O’Brien and the Away Team dematerialized in a cascading shower of blue light. The six reappeared in a well furnished room in front of an ornate, oak desk. Sitting at the desk was Inac Oxmyx, a tall, skinny gentleman in a vest, drinking from a shot glass. He was flanked on either side by Iotian mobsters armed with machine guns, and an attractive moll in a pink skirt chewing gum and sitting on the right arm of Oxmyx’ chair. Oxmyx rose from his seat with a friendly smile and waved with his cigar. “Right on time! Heh! I’ve always got a kick out seeing you Feds sparkle in like that! Inac Oxmyx, at your service. Boss of the Northside Territory, and top man of the Sigma Iotia Syndicate.” He held out his hand to Riker, who looked down on it superiorly before looking around the study. “The name’s Riker, Commander, USS Enterprise. These are my boys, and this here is my friend Tasha.” Yar gave a small wave to Oxmyx as he took in the group. “So you from the Enterprise? Kirk’s old ship? Well, that’s great to hear! Always nice to have you Feds stop by for these summits. Could I interest you in a drink?” Riker sat down on a couch and gave a nod to the security guards who took positions at the door. Yar sat next to him and Data stood stoically. “We’re not here for small talk, Oxmyx. We’re here for our percentage. You do have it ready, don’t you?” Oxmyx laughed nervously and wiped some sweat off his brow. “Oh, we have it ready, Riker. It’s just not here yet. See the convoy was picking up the cut from the central bank, and um…it appears they just ran into some traffic. But they should be here shortly.” “Mr. Oxmyx,” Data interrupted. “You do understand that the agreement between the Federation and Sigma Iotia II requires that the percentage of your profits be present and ready for delivery before making contact with the vessel.” Oxmyx gave a confused look, before moving in closer to Data and staring at him intrigued. “Huh. You must be that tin man that other ship was talking about. They said you talked like that. No disrespect, of course. If you’ll just be patient…” Yar wrapped an arm around Riker’s neck, catching him off guard. “Oh come on, boss. Let’s just go back to the ship. You can tell the captain not to expect his percentage.” Riker nodded approvingly, but untangled himself from Yar as he got off the couch and walked to Oxmyx. “Eh, take it easy, Tasha. I’m sure our pal Oxmyx won’t let us down, will you, Inac?” Before the boss could answered the sound of engines and screeching tires came through the window. One of the Iotians looked out and shouted. “Hey, Boss! The trucks are coming up with the loot!” Oxmyx swiftly grabbed his coat, allowing his moll to put it on for him. “About time! If you’ll come with me, gentlemen, you can take a look at the cut yourselves and make sure everything’s in order.” Oxmyx and his men hurried out of the study, with Riker giving a warning nod to the Away Team before they followed. The group had made their way out the front door and down the stone steps as the two trucks tore around the corner. “Who do you have drivin’ those rigs, Oxmyx?” Riker asked. “My best men, Riker, my very best,” Oxmyx assured. “They’re just in a hurry to get you your cut.” The two trucks came to a screeching halt, but before Riker could approach them, the back doors of both trucks swung open and four mobsters leapt out, armed with machine guns and firing. One of Oxmyx’ guards went down, as the security officers ducked behind benches and garbage cans for cover. “It’s a hit!” shouted Oxmyx as Riker pulled out his phaser and returned fire. The moll wandered out of the doorway toward the crossfire, only to be pulled out of the way by Data. “Excuse me, miss. I think it would be wise for you to remain indoors.” Swiftly, the moll pulled out a pistol from a thigh holster and pointed it at Data. “And I’m thinkin’ you should start walkin’, you talkin’ tin can. Unless you want to see your friends full of holes.” Riker turned just in time to see Data and the woman with gun, preventing from seeing another gangster step out of one of the trucks with something in his hands. The gangster pointed it at Riker, and burst of directed energy shot out, causing Riker to collapse to the pavement. “Commander!” shouted Yar, firing back at the gangster. The other attackers rushed to Riker’s body and carried him to one truck, while the moll escorted Data under guard to the other. With a final blast of gunfire, the trucks sped off down the street, and out of sight. Riker could see nothing but scattered light shining through the bag that covered his face. The bag was yanked away to reveal a dark room only illuminated by one, swaying ceiling light. His arms were tied behind the chair he was sitting in, and in front of him, grinning through the cigar held tight in his teeth, was his captor. He held Riker’s combadge up in front of his face. “So you’re the famous Fed, huh? You the tough guy that makes these bums in the Syndicate roll over and play dead for you? And don’t bother thinkin’ you can call for help. You can’t do nothin’ without your costume jewelry, here.” Riker shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Data…where is…Data?” “Ah, don’t worry about your toy soldier, pretty boy,” the man chuckled. “He knows what happens to you if he tries anything smart. The name’s Capone, Al Capone.” Riker groaned and squinted at the man before him. “Al…Capone…been dead for centuries…” Capone continued to chuckle, until he suddenly threw a stiff right hand into Riker’s gut. “Hit pretty good for a dead man, don’t I, Fed? I’m just as much Capone as the original from Chicago. Why would I want to be a phony tough guy like Oxmyx and the rest, when I can be the greatest boss in the history of Chicago? In the world!” Capone grabbed Riker by the hair as coughed and tried to catch his breath. “Cuz that’s what I am, Fed. I hit the convoy and got your percentage. Then I hit Oxmyx and put the bag on you. Now you gonna help me get this whole stinkin’ planet movin’ in the right direction. Boys!” The door to the room unlocked and two of Capone’s men entered. “Keep an eye on our friend, here. I’m gonna make a call on that pansy Oxmyx. If the Fed gives you any trouble, treat him to a hand of fizzbin.” From the way the three gangsters snickered, Riker had a feeling that ‘fizzbin’ was a lot more violent than it sounded. In the office of Inac Oxmyx, the Bolian security officer repeatedly tapped his combadge. “Zaren to Enterprise. Zaren calling Enterprise, please respond.” He turned to Yar, who stood arms crossed glaring at Oxmyx as he poured another drink for himself. “I’m sorry, Lieutenant. I can’t contact the ship. There’s some kind of interference blocking our signal.” Suddenly, the radio that had been playing big band music was reduced to static. As the sound became clearer, a man’s confident voice was heard. “Listen up, mugs! Listen to the word of the new Top Boss! This is Al Capone speaking, and my boys and I made a hit today in the Northside Territory! I now got the Fed cut, and two Fed prisoners! But I’m not done yet! You listening to this, Oxmyx? Cuz if you don’t give me what I want, you’re going to have to explain to the Feds why they don’t have their percentage and that two of their boys are in boxes! You are gonna step down as leader of the Syndicate, ya hear? I’m in charge of the whole operation now! All of it! You don’t pay a percentage to the Feds. You pay it to me! And if anyone of you guys are nervous about the Feds, I got myself plenty of heaters now, enough to maker sure these out of towners don’t mess with us again! Ya got two hours, Oxmyx, then you better start planning for babyface Riker’s funeral!” As the radio returned to playing music, Yar wheeled to face Oxmyx. “Alright, Oxmyx. I want answers. What is going on here? The reports from Sigma Iotia II said that you and the Syndicate were keeping things under control!” Oxmyx stepped up to Yar with his drink, taking her arm with the other hand. “Hey, listen, doll, this is all just a misunderstanding. Why don’t I pour you a drink and we can…” Yar slapped the drink of Oxmyx’ hand, grabbed a hold of his wrist and twisted his arm behind his back. She slammed him face first onto his desk and held him there, the security officers drawing their phasers to hold back Oxmyx’ guards. “Now, I’ll ask one more time,” Yar snapped. “Who the hell is this Capone? How does he have access to phaser technology?” “Argh! Alright alright already!” Oxmyx moaned. “When the first Enterprise was here, one of ‘em, the doc I think, left behind some technology. Kirk came back to pick it up, and no one in the Syndicate messed with it. But there was some talk that one of the small fry bosses had got a hold of it, opened it and made pictures of what was inside. That boss believed that your Al Capone was the best of all the bosses, so much so that he copied everything about Capone and made sure his eldest sons did the same thing. We thought they were just a bunch of religious fanatics talking big! We didn’t know they had made heaters for themselves!” Yar tightened her grip. “And yet you still didn’t bother to mention any of this information in your reports!” Oxmyx desperately tried to free himself as he moaned in pain. “OWW! Please! We were doing everything you asked! Cutting down percentages so folks don’t have to pay so much! Getting guys off the street who flexed too much muscle! The last few ships through here said that if we play our cards right, we might become equal partners of the Fed! We didn’t want to mess it up!” Yar considered this for a moment, then begrudgingly released Oxmyx. Oxmyx turned to face her, trying to shake feeling back into his arm. “Hey. You’re a pretty tough broad, Tasha.” Yar threw off her hat, and turned to face her security team. “That’s Lieutenant Yar, Chief of Security, USS Enterprise. Zaren?” The Bolian held up his tricorder. “My scans indicate that a displacement field has been cast around the planet. It is making it impossible for us to contact the Enterprise and for them to beam us out. It appears to be coming from a building to the southwest.” Oxmyx nodded. “Yeah, that’s where Capone’s hideout is.” Yar looked around the study, making eye contact with her officers and Oxmyx’ men. “Alright then. All of you, listen up! As of right now, you will be taking your orders from me. We will be coordinating an assault on this Capone’s…’hideout’. We will be getting Commander Riker and Lieutenant Commander Data to safety, and shutting down their force field to get assistance from the Enterprise. Is that understood?” The security officers stood to attention. “Yes, sir!” Yar turned to glare at the mobsters who had not responded. “Is that understood?” The gangsters looked to Oxmyx, who nodded, leading them all to mutter their understanding. For the first time during this mission, Tasha Yar allowed herself to smile as she walked to the desk, looking out the window over the Northside Territory. “Alright then, here’s the plan…” OK: Tasha Yar: Has her three security officers (armed with phasers and tricorders), and all of Oxmyx’ mob. They can only call on the Enterprise for help if they shut down Capone’s signal. Wins by taking down Capone and rescuing her crewmates. Al Capone: Has his entire mob, half of which are armed with phasers, the rest with 20s style weapons. Wins by withstanding Yar’s attack and holding on to his prisoners. Game On!

THE BOTTOM LINE Sauron stood on the edge of the precipice as Gozer blasted bolt after bolt of lightning at him. He swatted the magical attacks away with a swing of his mace until it finally exploded into shards of metal. Sauron dropped the handle to the stone floor in shock. “What manner of Valar are you?! None can stand against the wielder of the One Ring!” Gozer lunged forward and grabbed Sauron by the throat, holding him up over the flames of Mount Doom. It’s red eyes shone with fury. “Then I shall take it.” Lightning coursed through the body of the Dark Lord of Mordor, and for the first time in his existence, Sauron screamed in pain. With it’s free hand, Gozer yanked the One Ring from Sauron’s finger. Then with a great heave and a final magical blast, Gozer hurled Sauron into the fiery abyss. Sauron’s body was soon enveloped in the magma below. His wails were drowned out by the howls of Gozer’s Terror Hounds. The armies of Mordor paraded and marched around the wasteland, oblivious to the conflict. When suddenly they all heard the explosion as Mount Doom erupted. But there was not merely flame and smoke from the volcano. Rising out of the mountain was the pyramid temple of Gozer. On either side stood the Terror Hounds snarling at the confused horde below. And on the pinnacle of the pyramid and sitting on the back of a fellbeast was the new lord of Mordor: Gozer of the Gozerian, with the One Ring visible on it’s upraised fist. The Destroyer was now a conqueror, and no lesser being of this Middle Earth would stand against it.

THE BOTTOM LINE From the files of Dr. Hugo Strange I must admit that my experiment took an unexpected turn. I had not even predicted that my test subjects would work together to wage war against each other and Gotham. I was certain that the Batman would have taken a greater interest in the case, but he may have been diverted thanks to a series of robberies that apparently involved the famous Carmen Sandiego. Whatever the reason, the Ventriloquist was able to lead an assault on Maxie Zeus' 'temples' around the city by land and air, thanks to Roxy Rocket's equipment. Although Zeus' acolytes fought bravely, eventually their faith wavered in the face of conflict. The most devout who remained at his side were no match for the hardened criminals hired by the Ventriloquist. Maxie Zeus was left for Gotham's finest to deal with, while Miss Dahl appears to have disappeared in the confusion. All of the remaining implants have been shut off, presumably by the criminals forcing some lesser medical professional to do it for them. In summary, out of my 6 test subjects, one has left the country, two have gone underground in Gotham, one is back behind bars, and two now rule the Gotham underworld. Assessment of experiment: Successful. Continued implant research: Probable.

Sauron stood on the top of Barad-dur, gazing down upon the blackened wastelands of Mordor. Orcs, goblins, and trolls marched in formation before him. Sauron let the head of his mace rest on the ground with his hands folding over the grip. He knew that the last feeble attempt of Elves and Men was being made ready to stop him. But with all of Mordor’s forces assembled, and the One Ring in his possession, all Middle Earth would soon fall to his will. Suddenly, through the air their came the sound of a horn blasting a warning. Sauron looked in the direction where the Orcish cries were coming from. Riding toward a column of Orcs on a brown horse, was a woman. She was wearing a long, flowing, white dress and her black hair flowed behind her. Sauron’s grip tightened around the handle of his mace. Had the citizens of Gondor gone mad, that they should send their women to fight for them? The column of Orcs laughed and growled menacingly at the fair maiden as she approached them. But just as the front row of Orcs charged forward to seize her, they were instantly cast aside, flying backwards crying out in surprise. Still she rode on through the contingent as the Orcs either were sent battered out of her way by some invisible force or ran in terror. Was this some kind of Elvish trickery? Sauron lifted his mace up to his shoulder and turned to go back down into Barad-dur, when his eyes saw another unusual sight. Several feet behind the last garrison of Orcs, one of their kind stood in place. It’s eyes were wide open in a look of rapture most unusual for an Orc. It stood in front of the horse as the woman continued urging it onward. The Orc reached out it’s hand to the woman, who reached out her own as she hoisted the Orc upon her steed without slowing it’s manic pace. Sauron brought the mace down on the battlements of Barad-dur, and gave a ear piercing cry. The cry hung in the air until it was echoed by the scream of the fellbeast that landed on the tower next to him. Sauron strode to the fearsome creature and mounted it. This madness had gone on far enough. Sauron would make certain that this Gondor rat and this incompetent Orc would suffer for this. The fellbeast took flight off the roof of Barad-dur and followed the trail left by the horse. The trail led straight to entrance to fire chasm of Mount Doom. Sauron guided the fellbeast to land next to the prone body of horse, near dead from exhaustion and the poisonous fumes of Mordor. Dismounting and landing on his feet, Sauron readied his mace entered into the mountain. Before him, silhouetted in the flames and smoke on the edge of the stone precipice, stood the woman and the Orc locked in a passionate embrace. “Soldier of Mordor!” Sauron’s voice boomed over the crash of magma below. “Kill this wanton of Gondor! Your Lord commands you!” The couple turned to face Sauron with looks of elation. “I am the Keymaster!” called the Orc. “And I am the Gatekeeper,” the woman huskily moaned. They stood side to side on the precipice and raised their hands to the heavens. Sauron could sense a powerful magic in the air, but before he could strike lighting shot down from the sky on the two spellbound victims. There bodies convulsed as the air became alive with electricity. They slowly collapsed to their hands and knees as their forms twisted and shifted into creatures that Sauron had not encountered before. They were now beings larger than wargs with vicious fangs and horns, growling fiercely. And then, something began to stir from the pit of fire in Mount Doom. A strange, glowing pyramid arose from the magma until it reached the precipice edge. The pyramid opened up to reveal an androgynous being dressed in white with crystals covering it’s outfit. It’s red eyes stared unblinking at Sauron as he pointed his mace at it. “You dare bring your sorcery here, creature?! Leave my domain or face the wrath of Sauron!” The being tilted it’s head, inspecting the threat before it. “Are you a god?” it asked. Sauron raised the mace above his head, ready to strike. “I am the Dark Lord of Mordor! Servant of Morgoth! The Shadow of the East! Forger and Wielder of the One Ring! I am Master of all of this Middle-Earth!” Sauron charged forward toward his adversary and swung. It raised his hands and lightning leapt from it’s fingers to stop the blow. Gozer the Gozerian snarled at Sauron as the howls of it’s Terror Hounds echoed against the walls of Mount Doom. “Then…DIE!” OK: Sauron: Before the siege of Barad-dur (the battle in the prologue of the first movie). He has the One Ring and is at full strength. Gozer the Gozerian: At full strength. The Stay Puft Marshmellow Man form is specific to our Earth, so if Gozer decides to go “Choose and perish”, it must be a form brought about by Sauron’s mind during the battle. This is a one on one. No interference from Sauron or Gozer’s minions. Whoever destroys the other, wins. Game On!

Match 16282 Roxy Rocket and The Ventriloquist & Scarface vs. Baby Doll and Maxie Zeus vs. Red Claw and Firefly - CBUB Rated Matches - The Electric Ferret Message Boards Click here for the first part of this story. I gathered that people liked the Roxy/Ventriloquist and Zeus/Doll pairings, but thought Claw/Firefly were more competent. So I figured, let's have the fun couples duke it out for Gotham. Hope you enjoy!

THEN Dr. Hugo Strange had injected six Arkham Asylum inmates with devices that psychically ‘linked’ them together in pairs. They were unable to consciously harm or be more than 10 feet apart from each other without the implants causing them excruciating pain. Strange then arranged a breakout to allow the inmates to escape, promising the first pair to reach a boat crewed by Strange’s followers would be freed of their implants and be able to leave Gotham City. NOW Red Claw and Firefly were in the hold of a freighter, strapped down to two dentist chairs. They could hear the humming of the devices that the two men in lab coats passed over their heads. But above deck they could hear the sound of electrical blasts and gunfire. “Could you hurry it up?” grumbled Firefly. “Please be patient, Mr. Lynns,” one of the techs nervously said. “This is delicate work we’re doing. We are needing to deactivate each of the subroutines of your implants. If the devices detect the tampering they will activate again and put both of you in intense pain.” Red Claw grabbed the tech by his coat and pulled him down to her glaring face. “I will teach you the meaning of intense pain if you don’t release me from this pig!” “Oh give it a rest, Claw,” Firefly said as the sound of rocket engines and gunfire increased. “From the sound of it our buddies out there aren’t going to just let us sail off into the sunset. At the rate they’re blasting us, in a few more minutes we won’t have a ship to sail in.” The techs gave a fearful glance out of the hold, seeing Baby Doll and Maxie Zeus in their ‘chariot’ and Ventriloquist with Roxy Rocket on her rocket. Ventriloquist held Scarface steady, allowing ‘him’ to send a hail of machine gun bullets toward Strange’s henchmen on deck. Meanwhile, Zeus’ lightning rod fired blast after blast of electricity, sending some running for cover and others leaping overboard. “But what can we do?” the tech moaned. “Look,” said Firefly. “You don’t have to completely deactivate the implants. Can you just rig ‘em so me and Claw can be more than 10 feet from each other? Then we can take care of those guys and you can get us out of here.” The techs looked at each other to consider Firefly’s proposal. “It might work,” the tech in glasses said. “But we might not be able to ‘rig’ the devices for long. We might only be able to give you 4 minutes before the devices’ fail safes kick in. Can you stop them in time?” Firefly smiled confidently. “Those losers? Just watch us. Right, Claw?” Red Claw laid back down in the chair. “Just do it. Anything to get out of this barbaric city!” Zeus pulled back on the reins of his mechanical steads with one hand as he raised his lightning rod with the other, charging it up to strike. “Surrender your vessel, mortals! Yield to the will of the lord of Olympus!” A bolt of electricity shot out and electrocuted several Strange henchmen. “Pretty fireworks, Maxie!” Baby Doll cheered. “Get those bad mans!” A hail of bullets caused the robotic horses to rear up and bray in alarm. Zeus glared at Roxy and the Ventriloquist as Scarface started another strafing run. “Outta the way, bozo!” called Scarface. “That ship and those yahoos are mine! Bring us around, sweetheart!” Roxy tipped her aviator helmet to her passengers with a grin. “Whatever you say, Pinocchio.” Suddenly, Firefly blasted out of the hold, shooting a stream of fire at the four. The rocket and chariot broke off as Red Claw combat rolled to an automatic rifle and opened fire. The sudden change in direction sent Baby Doll flying off the platform, saved only by Zeus grabbing a hold of her hand. “Don’t let go of me, Maxie!” she whined. “Baby doesn’t know how to swim!” Firefly darted past the rocket, making Roxy duck out of the way. “After that matchstick, doll! Knock him out of the sky!” screamed Scarface. Roxy hesitated for a moment, but she revved up the engines and took off in pursuit of Firefly. “Sorry, Gar. We could have had a lot of fun.” Firefly soared over the harbor; changing direction and dodging masts and sails as Scarface fired round after round. “Come on, come on, you bag of kindling,” Firefly muttered under his breath. With Baby Doll back safely on board the chariot, Zeus fired another blast at Red Claw. She managed to leap aside but the lightning bolt connected with an oil barrel, causing an explosion that sent her colliding into the guardrail. Red Claw groaned in pain as she tried to reach for her weapon, but was interrupted as Zeus’ lightning rod blasted her directly. Both her and Firefly screamed in pain as they both felt the electricity course through them. Firefly’s suit continued to carry him forward, back towards the freighter with the rocket right behind. “The Gods of Olympus are not without mercy,” Zeus’ voice boomed. “Pledge yourself to our service, and your life will be spared.” “Or you can say no,” giggled Baby Doll. “And then Maxie goes zap!” Red Claw stared up defiantly at the chariot holding her tormenters. “You are no god! I will never bow to a lunatic like you!” Firefly turned around to face the rocket, then back to the freighter to judge the distance. “What’s he doing?” asked the Ventriloquist. “Who cares, dummy?” snapped Scarface. “Run him out of sky, Rox!” Roxy accelerated towards Firefly as he hovered in the air. Then he swiftly dived underneath the rocket and shot a concentrated blast of fire under the controls. Roxy and her passengers recoiled in pain at the sudden heat, but when Roxy grabbed the controls and tried to turn, a rare look of alarm crossed her face. “What’s the matter, doll? Turn us around!” Scarface yelled. “I can’t! The controls aren’t responding! He’s overheated them!” Zeus raised his weapon and pointed it at Red Claw, as Baby Doll tugged on the edge of his toga. “Umm…Maxie?” Zeus turned just in time to see Roxy’s rocket colliding with the chariot, sending both spiraling out of control. Zeus and Baby Doll yelled in fear as the chariot crashed into the dock, and Roxy’s rocket erratically flew back toward Gotham. Firefly landed on the deck and offered a hand to Red Claw. “Nice work, partner.” Red Claw scowled and rose to her feet as the techs ran up to them with their instruments beeping urgently. “I don’t know what you did,” the tech in glasses said. “But we’ve completely lost the signal of the implants. There was a powerful surge of energy and now both devices have been deactivated.” Red Claw looked to the dock as Zeus and Baby Doll crawled out of the smashed up chariot. “Zeus’ attack must have overloaded them and broken the circuit.” Firefly looked up to sky in relief. “So does that mean were free from those things?” Red Claw didn’t turn away from the dock as she replied. “One way to find out.” Red Claw gave a spinning kick to Firefly and sent him soaring over the guardrail and into the water. The techs stared in shock as Red Claw gave the rarest of smiles. “The psychic link appears to be broken. Now, I believe you are under orders to take me on this vessel to anywhere I wish to go. I suggest you begin immediately.” As the techs and henchmen hurried to respond to their instructions, Firefly treaded water in Gotham harbor. He watched with a grin as the freighter began to sail into the sunset. “What a woman.” Slowly he started to swim back to shore. Meanwhile, Baby Doll stroked the nose of one of the mechanical horses. The machinery crackled and buzzed in an attempt to function. “All the pretty horsies are broken, Maxie. And we can’t go on our boat ride eithers.” Zeus raised his fists to the heavens in melodramatic rage. “May the fires of Hades consume that harlot, that dryad, and that mouse of a mortal! They shall pay for interfering in the will of Zeus!” A voice sounded out from the alley behind the pair. “They most certainly will, lord of Olympus! I swear that they will!” Zeus and Baby Doll turned to see a man in a toga like Zeus’. He walked out of the shadows and dropped to his knees. “Please allow your humble servant to gaze upon you, master of the storm!” Baby Doll gave a confused look to Zeus. “Do you know this guy, Maxie?” The man looked up and held up his hands in supplication. “I do not expect you to know my name, lord of the sky. I call myself Daedalus, and I and others like me have long awaited your return to Gotham. We have many weapons and followers who will gladly fight in your name to reclaim this wretched city and make it a second Olympus! A throne from which you shall again rule!” Maxie Zeus took a moment to consider the man’s words before he spoke. “You are a servant of Zeus, mortal? How did you know to find me here?” Daedalus bowed his head again. “We heard the reports of your escape from Arkham, oh Zeus the Thunderer. Speak your will, and we unworthy ones will do whatever you desire.” Baby Doll tugged on Zeus’ hand. “I don’t know about this, Maxie.” Zeus pulled his hand away from Baby Doll and placed it on Daaedalus’ shoulder. “Do not fear, my pygmy. I sense a true spirit within this one. A spirit that knows the power of the gods! You shall provide shelter and food for Zeus and his companion. And you will also bring and repair Zeus’ chariot, for I shall ride it on the day of glory when Gotham shall be made my kingdom!” Daedalus’ face lit up, then he ran back to the alley and gave a sharp whistle. A dozen men and women in tunics hurried onto the dock, some hooking up the chariot to a tow truck, others surrounding Zeus and Baby Doll as they ushered them into the alley singing praises to their god. On the other side of town, in a rundown shack, Mugsy and Rhino’s card game was interrupted by the roar of engines followed by the crashing of garbage cans. They ran out of the house guns drawn to find Roxy, the Ventriloquist, and Scarface still perched on the rocket, now buried in a dumpster. “Boss! Mr. Scarface!” Mugsy yelled, holstering his weapon and running to the crash site. “You alright?” Scarface turned to face Mugsy as the Ventriloquist covered his eyes with his free hand. “What do ya think, ya dope?! Get me outta this thing!” Rhino gently lifted the Ventriloquist and Scarface off the rocket as Roxy struggle with controls, finally hitting them in disgust. “The whole systems fried! It could take me days to get this flying again!” Mugsy sauntered over to Roxy with a leer, patting the hull of the rocket. “Such a shame, lady. There’s quite a lot of good-looking equipment here.” Roxy flipped off the rocket, catching Mugsy by the head and slamming him into the dumpster. Mugsy held his head and groaned as Roxy stood over him. “Don’t touch what you can’t handle, creep.” “Hey! Take it easy, doll,” Scarface said. “Mugsy and Rhino maybe stupid, but they’re good muscle. And we’re going to need muscle for my plan.” The Ventriloquist started to sweat. “P p plan? What plan, Mr. Scarface, sir?” The Ventriloquist carried Scarface to the door as Roxy, Mugsy and Rhino followed. “THE plan, dummy! We’re going to put the gang back together again. And our little rocket girl is going to help us.” Roxy stopped walking and crossed her arms defiantly. “Listen, tinderbox. The only plan I want to be a part of is the plan that gets this implant out of my skull.” The Ventriloquist turned around to have Scarface face Roxy. “I’m talkin’ here! Here’s the choice, doll. You can either work with me, and have anything in this town you want. Or you can go back to the harbor in concrete boots.” “Come on, Wesker,” smirked Roxy. “You can’t hurt me with that implant in your head.” Scarface raised his machine gun and aimed it at Roxy. “Dummy might not have the guts to hurt ya, but I sure do!” He fired a hail of bullets that made Roxy, Mugsy, and Rhino duck. The Ventriloquist groaned in pain, but Scarface still held the gun in his hand, ready to fire again. Roxy rose back to her feet and gave her friendliest smile. “Well, only since you asked so nicely. So, what exactly is your plan?” Scarface lowered the gun as the Ventriloquist headed back for the door. “It’s the plan where I take my place as the king of Gotham’s underworld, and you get to steal this town blind. Mugsy! Rhino! Spread the word that Scarface is back in town and he wants the baddest and the best for his new crew! And you, Roxy, you wouldn’t happen to have a few more of those oversized firecrackers around, would you?” Roxy’s smile grew more sincere as she began to comprehend what Scarface had in mind. “Oh yes I do. This might be fun after all.” The Ventriloquist moaned. “Oh dear.” OK: Maxie Zeus/Baby Doll: Zeus has a cult of hundred followers, all armed. Zeus still has his lightning rod and repaired chariot. Baby Doll can have the cult bring in her gimmick weapons. The Ventriloquist/Scarface/Roxy Rocket: Scarface has a mob of a hundred gangsters, all armed. Roxy is supplying them all with smaller versions of her rocket to use in battle. Whoever takes over Gotham’s underworld and eliminates their competition, wins. Game On!

THE BOTTOM LINE “I DEMAND A RECOUNT!” Harley shrieked. Harley and Ivy stood in front of two large storehouses with large, metallic doors. Through the open doorways of both buildings could be seen rows and rows of stolen loot. But the storehouse on the left clearly held more treasures within. Carmen Sandiego stood with arms folded in front of her crooks, giving a disapproving look at the two women. “I suggest you control your temper, Dr. Quinzel. Both of you were allowed to examine your warehouse to make certain all the items you stole were there.” “And I’ve checked and doublechecked the results,” Catwoman chimed in over the radio. “You and Ivy stole a grand total of $5,199,320,201. Carmen’s loot adds up to $35,201,919,913. You girls weren’t even close!” Ivy whirled to face Harley enraged. “You and your banks! I told you we needed to hit the diamond district, the museums! But nooo, let’s just steal cars and rob banks!” Harley pointed an accusatory finger at Ivy. “Oh yeah? Well we might have stolen more if you didn’t waste time trying to make more of that lipstick of yours!” “Ladies, ladies, please,” Carmen soothed. “I do hate to see friends fight. Unfortunately, you have failed your test. And VILE does not require your services at the present time.” She nodded to RoboCrook, who pulled out a device the size of remote control and pressed a button. In a flash of light a portal opened up behind Harley and Ivy. Ivy snarled at Carmen. “You can’t do this to us! We’re better criminals than all your pathetic henchmen put together! All of Gotham fears us!” Harley nervously raised her hand and cleared her throat. “Err…is it possible we could have a do over?” Carmen motioned to Double Trouble and the twins stepped forward to Harley and Ivy. They gave each other a grin, then spoke, finishing each other’s sentence. “Don’t call us,…” “…we’ll call you.” The twins both hit a thrust kick to Harley and Ivy, sending them flying back into the portal. With another flash of light, the portal was gone. In their GCPD police car, Detective Harvey Bullock and Officer Renee Montoya made their was through the streets of Gotham. Their boredom was interrupted by an explosion of light from the corner, which seemed to be emanating from a garbage can. “Madre de Dios!” shouted Montoya in surprise. “Was that a bomb?” “How should I know?” said Bullock. “Pull over!” Montoya pulled the car to the curb as he pulled out his revolver. “You wait here and make the call. I’ll check it out.” Bullock opened the door and walked over to the garbage can. He lifted the lid as Montoya turned on the radio. “This is car 29. We are responding to a disturbance on the corner of Lynn Drive and Cuoco Parkway. Possible explosion. Notify ATF and tell bomb squad to be on standby.” Montoya put on her hat and exited the car. She saw Bullock still looking down into the garbage can, with a look of disbelief on his face. “Harvey! Talk to me! What you find?” Bullock’s voice had the tone of a man who was trying to comprehend what he was saying. “Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy.” Montoya rolled her eyes as she walked up to the can. “Riiiight. And let me guess. Catwoman and Roxy Rocket are in there too? Seriously, Harvey, you really need to do something about that imagination of yours.” Then Montoya looked in the garbage can, and she stopped mocking Bullock. For inside the garbage can, desperately attempting to untangle and free themselves, were Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy. The two looked up sheepishly as Montoya pulled out her gun and smiled down at them. “Well, well, well. Hello again, ladies. What’s the matter? Spend all of last night getting trashed?” “Ha ha,” Harley said humorlessly. Ivy attempted to raise her arm, but only succeeded in sending her elbow into Harley’s chin. “OWCH! Don’t just stand there! Get us out of here now!” Bullock grinned at Montoya. “Well, you heard the ladies, Montoya. Get on the horn, tell HQ we need an early garbage detail.” Montoya hurried back to the car as Ivy continued to fume. “Well, look on the bright side, Red,” Harley said sheepishly. “At least the beds at Arkham are more comfortable than that cheap one in the hotel.” Ivy’s screams echoed in the garbage can. “SHUT UP! Don’t you say another word!” Bullock pulled out a pair of handcuffs and twirled them on his finger. “What a coincidence. I was just about to say that. You two have the right to remain silent. But you better believe I’ll be there for your statement. I can’t wait to hear your story for this one.” Meanwhile, many miles away on the outskirts of Gotham, the crooks of VILE laughed and cheered the success of their leader. “You sure showed them, Auntie Carmen!” said Patty. “There’s no thief in the world better than you!” Carmen smiled, took off her hat, and bowed to her henchmen as they applauded. “Thank you all. You all performed your tasks perfectly. Each of VILE’s portal devices were placed in just the right locations and transported all of the loot without a hitch.” The crooks cheered and high fived some more as Carmen walked to the radio. “And as for you, Miss Kyle, I thank you for your assistance in this matter. I assure you that VILE will pay you handsomely for your participation in our game.” The only sound from the radio was the sound of static. Carmen tilted her head in confusion. “Miss Kyle? Miss Kyle, are you there?” Suddenly the large metal doors of the storehouses slammed shut. “Hey!” Eartha shouted. “What’s goin’ on here?” A burst of light could be seen shining through the cracks of the doors and windows of both storehouses. “The loot! Get the loot!” shouted Vic as the agents of VILE rushed to the doors desperately trying to force them open. “RoboCrook! Get the door open now!” shouted Carmen. RoboCrook raised his hand to the panel outside the door of Carmen’s storehouse. A series of cords snaked out of his glove and inserted into the panel. Meanwhile, Eartha and Grunge pushed as hard as they could to force open the door of Harley and Ivy’s storehouse. But before either set of doors could be opened, the lights in both buildings began to fade and disappear. With a final series of beeps, the panel RoboCrook was working on finally beeped green and the door opened. The other crooks ran inside the storehouse but stopped at the doorway. Everything Carmen had stolen had disappeared. Nothing was left inside, not even the palettes and shelves. The storehouse was completely empty. “Great Scott, chums!” Wonder Rat cried. “We’ve been robbed!” “You don’t say,” sneered Vic. “Are you Wonder Rat or Captain Obvious?” Wonder Rat struck a heroic pose, and stared into the heavens. “There is no need to be hostile, my poorly dressed citizen!” Vic was prevented from responding as Eartha and Grunge ran over to join them. “Everything’s gone!” Grunge wheezed. “There’s nothing those costumed creeps took left in their storehouse!” Carmen turned to RoboCrook, still standing at the panel. “RoboCrook, analysis.” “Systems indicate a third party has accessed the portal subroutines,” RoboCrook intoned. “Two portals were simultaneously projected inside both structures. Source of intrusion unknown. Current location of stolen valuables unknown.” Carmen looked back inside the empty storehouse as her crooks starting yelling and arguing with each other who was to blame. She looked up through the skylight at the night sky and smirked. “Well played, Catwoman.” Far, far away, inside another warehouse, Catwoman lay stretched out on a velvet couch. She wore her costume minus her mask as she gently petted her cat, Isis. She looked out over the treasures before her, almost more than the multilevel warehouse could hold. Bars of gold, bags of money, paintings, sculptures, jewelry, cars. All that the three women had stolen was now in her possession. Carmen should never have given her access to VILE’s computers. It didn’t take long to crack the codes to access the portal technology and transport all of the loot to her. Over $40 billion stolen, and she didn’t even have to leave the couch. Catwoman rolled on her back, lifted Isis above her and smiled at her. “And that, my dear, is thinking with portals. It’s a shame that Harley and Ivy had to get caught. Now that I’ve got a handle on this technology, maybe I could use it to break them out of Arkham.” Isis gave a quizzical sounding meow. Catwoman laughed as she rose off the couch and gazed at her newfound wealth with Isis in her arms. “Okay, maybe after they cool their paws for a few weeks. But with this technology, there isn’t anything in this world I can’t steal. Now the real game begins.”

“I can’t believe you talked me into wasting an entire afternoon!” grumbled Poison Ivy. She stormed down the sidewalk of a seedier than most Gotham City neighborhood, dressed in a brown trench coat, shades, and a green sun hat. Behind her, Harley Quinn tried her best to keep up, in an identical outfit, except for a red and black beret. “Aww, Red!” she pleaded. “I was just trying to get us some work!” Ivy continued walking forward, not even turning back to look at Harley. “We don’t need to work for her! Honestly, Harl, of all the ideas you’ve come up with, this has got to be the most ridiculous. And considering some of the stunts you’ve pulled, that boggles the mind.” Harley finally caught up with Ivy, trying her best to match her friend’s stride. “Come on, Ivy! It wouldn’t be so bad working for an outfit like Carmen Sandiego’s. We’d get out of Gotham, see the world, and we’d be able to steal anything we want!” Poison Ivy gave a humorless laugh. “Ha! Whatever she wants, you mean! We have enough to worry about in Gotham with Batman and his kids. We sign up to be part of Sandiego’s crew and we’d have ever single country in the world after us! This is what I get for leaving you alone with an internet connection. Bad enough you wind up ordering junk or placing bids on toast with the Virgin Mary burned in it. Now you’re setting up meets with people claiming to be international thieves!” “But I checked it out first!” insisted Harley. “I met with a guy who said he was with Carmen to arrange the meeting today. A guy in a loud plaid suit. I liked him. His smile kinda reminded me of Mr. J.” Ivy groaned and turned to face Harley. “Come on, Harley! Wake up! The guy looked like Mr. J because he was Mr. J! Joker probably got wind of you looking for Carmen so he set up a phony meet just to screw with us.” The two women fell silent as they continued their way down the row of buildings in various states of disrepair, before finally arriving at an even more run down hotel. They entered the lobby and walked past the reception desk, where a young man stood in a daze. The traces of Ivy’s lipstick still showed on his cheek. The ingredients to make Ivy’s mind controlling cosmetics were usually less expensive than the rent. “I’m sorry, Red,” sulked Harley. “I just wanted to get us out this dump.” Ivy reached in her pocket for the keys and sighed as they reached the door to their room. “I understand, Harley. Just give me a warning next time. I’m going to take a shower. You take a look in the fridge and see if anything in there is edible. Ugh! And take out the trash before you do.” “What are you talkin’ about? I took out the trash before we left for the meet!” Ivy inserted the key and reached for the handle. “Well, you must have missed something because something smells terrible in th…” Ivy’s words were drowned out by the crash of the door being smashed off it’s hinges and colliding into Harley and Ivy. The two lifted the door off of them, coughing at the cloud of dust, and saw the figure standing at the doorway in their room. It was a short, fat biker who’s black t-shirt and orange vest barely covered his bulging stomach. The only thing that was keeping his hair in any state of order was the dirty purple headband he wore. The stench was almost as painful as the door. “Both of you ladies are coming with me!” he wheezed. He lunged forward and grabbed Ivy by the wrist. “Hands off, grease ball!” shouted Harley. She jumped up and sent a kick into the biker’s chin that sent him flying back into the apartment. Suddenly the door across the hall that Harley in front burst open to reveal a muscular woman with a tall, green afro and wearing a purple unitard. “That’s not very nice,” she snarled as she took hold of Harley by the neck of her coat. “Now we have to get rough with you!” She tossed Harley down the hall, her flight stopped only by the wall that she collided with back first. “HARLEY!” shouted Ivy. She tried to charge toward the muscular woman, but the biker grabbed a hold of her and pulled her back into the apartment. Ivy reached into her pocket and pulled out a handful of seeds in glass capsules. She threw them at the ground in front of biker, causing the capsules to shatter. The biker stated at them confused. “Was that supposed to hurt?” Ivy gave a confident smirk. “Wait for it.” Suddenly, out of the shards of glass, long green vines began to sprout from the seeds. The biker yelled in fear and tried to run, but his body soon almost completely entangled. Poison Ivy stood over her would-be assailant as he lay on the floor trying to free himself. “Now, now. No point in struggling. Focus your energy on telling me who put you up to this. Was it Joker? Speak up!” Before the biker could answer, Ivy was caught in a headlock by the muscular woman. She squeezed her arms tight around Ivy’s throat as Ivy struggled to breathe. “Go to sleep, flower girl,” the woman hissed. “Hey, Marge Simpson!” Harley’s voice rang out. “Present from Homer!” The next thing Ivy heard was the sound of a thud, followed the woman groaning and collapsing on top of her. Ivy forced herself free from the now unconscious woman’s grip, now able to see the spring loaded boxing glove that had knocked her out. Harley stood with the gun with spring hanging out of it proudly. “And you told me this baby was too silly.” Ivy rolled her eyes and smiled, but her gratitude was interrupted by someone clapping. At doorway stood a woman in a fashionable hat, dress and sunglasses. Beside her stood a blonde girl in a green, school uniform, and behind them were two men who appeared to be wearing outfits that alternated between black and white. The woman applauded some more. “Brillanti, ladies! Brilliant! You truly are skilled as your reputations say.” Ivy stood up next to Harley, as she readied the boxing glove gun to fire again. “Let me guess. You’re Carmen Sandiego?” The woman gave a haughty laugh. “Oh no, darling. You may call me Contessa. These are my friends Patty Larceny and Double Trouble.” She gave a disapproving look at the unconscious woman and the biker trapped in vines. “And you’ve already met Eartha Brute and Top Grunge. Boys, get them out of here. You see, darlings, Carmen sent us here to test you, in order to see if you were VILE material.” Harley pointed her gun at Contessa as Double Trouble carried out Eartha and untangled Grunge. “So that’s why they didn’t show up, Red! They just wanted us out of the way so they could jump us in our own little home!” Contessa held out her hands calmly. “It was only as a test, darling. Carmen Sandiego doesn’t just let anyone into VILE. Now that you’ve passed this test, my instructions are to take you to your next one. One that if you pass will not only gain you entry to VILE, but make you both very, very rich. Interesting, no?” Ivy was about to tell Contessa what she and Carmen could do with their tests when Harley took her arm. “Red, maybe we should go with them,” she whispered. “What?! They just tried to ambush us!” Ivy hissed. “Well, yeah,” said Harley. “But this really could be our chance! We were able to handle those two with no problem. We can handle any test they could throw at us! And if Carmen is wanting us to pull a job, it’s sure to be big! We wouldn’t have to live in this roach motel anymore! Please, Red?” Harley gave Ivy one of those ‘begging’ looks she’d mastered over the years of their friendship. Ivy groaned, then turned to face Contessa. “Alright, we’re interested. What do we have to do?” “Bella!” Contessa said. “But for this test, Carmen has instructed that you must not know it’s location, so I’m afraid it’s best you…oh what is that old English cliché? ‘Take a powder?’ Patty, if you would?” The school girl gave a friendly smile and walked up to Harley and Ivy. “Now don’t worry,” she said sweetly. “This won’t hurt a bit.” Harley looked unimpressed. “And just what could you do to hurt us, Cindy Brady?” Before Harley finished her sentence, Patty pulled out a small, spray bottle and sprayed it’s contents on the pair. Both starting coughing and within seconds Harley had passed out on the floor. Ivy stayed up, holding her head and attempting to focus. “Well, well,” mused Contessa. “Carmen thought this knockout gas would strong enough to overcome your natural abilities. But I guess will have to deal with this in a more vulgar way. RoboCrook, be a dear, please.” Poison Ivy heard the door to the closet rattling behind her. She turned around just in time to see a metallic fist heading straight for her. Then nothing but darkness. “Red? Can you hear me? Come on, Pam, snap out of it!” Ivy groaned as she woke up on a cot with Harley looking over her concerned. “Just say something to let me know you’re ok.” Ivy looked up with a dirty look. “I hate you.” Harley gave a happy sigh. “You’re ok! The junk that girl Patty sprayed at me wore off a while ago. I was worried that stuff was too strong for you if you’d been out so long.” Ivy sat up in the cot, nursing her headache that wasn’t helped by the sound of an engine. “It wasn’t the gas. One of Carmen’s goons jumped me from behind. Where does she find these people?” “Well, wherever she found ‘em,” Harley said sitting down next to Ivy, “there’s no turnin’ back now. I think were in some kind of a plane.” Ivy took a look out a porthole behind her to see clouds and the familiar skyline of Gotham. “Wonderful. All I know, Harl, is I don’t care what this test is. We are going to beat Carmen at whatever game she’s playing.” Harley squealed and gave Ivy a hug. “So you want to join VILE now?!” Ivy gently pushed Harley back and attempted to stand, using the railing of the cot to steady herself. “Perhaps, but the first thing I want to do is to show up Carmen and make her pay for screwing with us like this!” Harley shrugged. “Good enough for me!” The door to the cabin opened, revealing a man in an extremely tacky plaid suit and Hawaiian shirt holding two gift boxes. “Evening, sweethearts! Welcome to VILE Air! Our pilot is Wonder Rat, and I’m your host, Vic the Slick. Friends call me Vic. Have a nice nap?” Harley jumped to her feet and pointed at the man. “Ivy! That’s the guy! You were the one who told me where to meet Carmen!” Vic gave a oily smile. “Sorry, doll. I had my orders. But now, Carmen has asked me to deliver these to you. She thought they would make you feel more comfortable.” He placed the boxes on the cot, opening them to reveal Ivy’s green unitard and Harley’s jester outfit. Vic turned to face them as he smile grew more suggestive. “Now, if there’s anyway I could uh heh heh lend a hand…” A few seconds later, Vic bolted out of the cabin, followed by the two thrown gift boxes. “Get out, ya creep!” yelled Harley, and she slammed the door. After a few minutes, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn emerged from their cabin in costume. Patty Larceny was waiting for them and waved. “Hi! So glad you’re up and about! Sorry about the gas. Come on! Auntie Carmen is waiting for you.” She moved down the hall and opened the door into the next cabin. Harley and Ivy entered to see Carmen Sandiego, flanked by RoboCrook, looking away from them out of a porthole and speaking into a radio. “Take us up a little higher, Wonder Rat. We wouldn’t want any bats aware of our presence.” A squeaky voice came over the intercom. “Sure thing, Carmen! The fabulous Wonder Rat will fly his Rat Jet to a safer altitude!” Harley leaned over to Ivy. “He’s the guy who’s flying the plane?” Carmen put the radio back in place as she turned to face them. “Actually he isn’t. One of my other operatives is flying the plane. I just let Wonder Rat sit at switched off controls to let him he think he is flying. But that’s no matter. It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Isley, Dr. Quinzel. Apologies for my agents getting a little rough with you, but…” “Yes, we know, it’s a test,” Ivy interrupted. “Now what do we have to do next?” Carmen smiled as she moved to sit down at a desk. “Very to the point, Miss Isley. I appreciate that in people I do business with. Your next test will be the determining factor in whether or not you will earn a place in VILE. The two of you will be given 48 hours to steal as much as you can from Gotham City. Steal more than your competition, and I will allow you to join VILE and keep all that you stole.” “And if we don’t steal more than whoever you put against us?” Ivy questioned. “Then all that you stolen goods will belong to your opponent, and your whereabouts will given to the GCPD, who will make sure you two will be held accountable for your crimes.” Carmen motioned to RoboCrook, he activated a screen displaying a map of Gotham. “For this mission,” RoboCrook intoned mechanically, “VILE operatives have placed several devices around Gotham City. These receptacles each contain a portal device that will transport your loot to a secret warehouse. Only you can access your receptacle. Once the test is completed, the total value of your stolen goods will be tabulated, determining the winner.” “Now wait a minute!” said Harley. “How are we supposed to know this is fair? If your guys and gizmos are counting up everything, you could just say your thief stole more!” Carmen rose from her seat and walked over to the control panel. “That is correct, Dr. Quinzel. Which is why I found a third party to be a fair, impartial judge for this game.” Carmen pressed a button, and the radio buzzed on. “Hello, ladies,” a familiar voice purred over the intercom. “Selena!” snarled Ivy. “Oy,” groaned Harley. “As Gotham’s foremost thief,” Carmen explained, “Catwoman will be given access to VILE’s technology in order to observe the game and to confirm who stole the most. She will also make sure that anyone who’s actions result in someone suffering permanent injury or death during the game will have their location sent straight to the Gotham police.” “And I’ll be making sure to keep an eye on your hangouts to make certain you don’t pick up any of your equipment,” said Catwoman. “And your opponent will have no access to VILE technology either. You want something to use for your thefts, steal it. Just don’t waste too much time. You do only have 48 hours. So I suggest you make the most of it.” Vic and RoboCrook walked up to Harley and Ivy with parachutes and proceeded to put them on. “Hey! You mean we’re going to have jump out of this thing?” said Harley as she adjusted her chute. “You’re the one who wanted to join VILE,” smirked Ivy, before turning to face Carmen. “Don’t you worry about us, Carmen. We will rob this city blind. I just hope whoever you chose for us is ready for a long two days.” Carmen Sandiego smile grew cold as Wonder Rat’s voice came over the com. “Approaching the drop zone, Carmen! Opening up the hatch in T-minus 1 minute!” “Don’t worry, Miss Isley,” said Carmen, turning to reveal her parachute. “Your opponent is more than ready for the challenge.” Before Harley and Ivy could express their surprise, the floor of the jet started to retract and their protests were drowned out by the wind rushing past. The floor pulled back further and further, until there was no place left to stand, and no where to go but down. The jet continued on it’s way, leaving three parachutes descending on an unexpecting Gotham City. OK: Carmen Sandiego: “Where on Earth” version. No VILE gadgets or help from VILE crooks. She can’t just steal Gotham City. Harley and Ivy: “New Batman Adventures” versions. They start with no gimmicks (Harley’s weapons, Ivy’s lipstick), but like Carmen are able to steal what they need. Plus Ivy still has her control over plants. Whoever steals the most in 48 hours without getting caught, wins. Game On!

THE BOTTOM LINE Al Rossi: And we’re back, folks! Beast and Mankind have been brawling all over the building! Mankind was able to get some shots in, and was even able to pin Beast but Beast did not stay down. Beast is in control as they are near the concession area now. Mankind’s ratty shirt has been torn to ribbons. Beast has a hold of him! Look out for the popcorn machine! Andel Sanap: Oh dear. I think it’s safe to say that popcorn will no longer be available, unless you don’t mind It mingled with Beast’s fur and Mankind’s blood. Beast pulls him out of the machine and lays him out on the ground. He’s going for a cover. The referee counts 1! 2! 3! Beast has scored a fall! Al Rossi: But that’s not the end of the match. The referee is now beginning the ten count. Beast is looking on, pacing urgently. The ref has reached 5. Wait! Mankind is stirring, he’s getting back to his feet! The fight will continue! Andel Sanap: Mankind was just able to stand up to break the count. Now he’s back on his knees. Beast is charging in to continue the assault and OOOOOH! Al Rossi: Right in the royal jewels! Bet they didn’t teach you that move at the Jedi Temple, Andel. Andel Sanap: Assuredly not! But in this match with no disqualifications, Mankind is free to do whatever he wants to punish Beast. Beast is still reeling from that low blow, but Mankind isn’t trying to pin him! He’s heading over to the merchandise tables. He’s looking under one of them and…oh no. Al Rossi: Mankind’s pulling out a bat wrapped up in barbed wire! He’s heading back to Beast, still trying to recover from Mankind’s assault! Look out! Andel Sanap: By the Force! Mankind swings the barbed wire bat right into the face of Beast! Another blow to the torso! And another! Beast is bleeding from multiple lacerations as the barbed wire does it’s work! Al Rossi: And another strike to the head sends the Beast down! But Mankind is still not going for a pin! He’s dragging Beast’s unconscious body back to the merchandise tables! Andel Sanap: Clearly this Mankind has become more focused on destroying Beast than he is on just pinning him! Al Rossi: He’s setting Beast on the table. Now where’s Mankind going to? Wait! He’s heading for that forklift! He’s jumping in the cab! He’s wasting valuable time, but the fans in TCC Arena are buzzing! I think they have a feeling what Mankind has in mind for Beast! Andel Sanap: Mankind has positioned the forklift behind the table where Beast is still laid out. He raising the mast higher and higher into the air. It looks close to 15 feet! Now he’s climbing out and up the mast to forks! Al Rossi: If he hits a move off the top onto Beast it could be all over, Andel! Mankind is at the top! He raises his fist to the cheers of his fans and OH MY GOD!! Andel Sanap: What an elbow drop! Crashing down from 15 feet, putting himself and Beast through the table to the concrete! Mankind covers! 1! 2! 3! Al Rossi: Now the ref starts the count again. The Beast is bloody and delirious in the wreckage of that table as Mankind looks on, pulling his hair and screaming at him. The count is at 6. 7! Wait! Beast is struggling to stand up! The count is 8! 9! He made it! He beat the count! Andel Sanap: Al, what is Mankind doing? He appears to be reaching down his pants. What’s that in his hands? Is that a…sock? Al Rossi: Oh no! It’s Mr. Socko! He’s setting up for the mandible claw! Mankind grabs a hold of Beast, jamming his sock covered hand in Beast’s mouth and down his throat!. This maneuver has been effective at rendering a combatant unconscious in seconds! Beast is fading fast! It could be all over soon! Andel Sanap: Wait, Al! Look who’s coming up the stairs! It’s Princess Belle! Al Rossi: Oh no! I can understand it’s no dq and you’re worried about your husband, but Belle has already had a close call tonight! Get her out of there and back to the dressing rooms! Andel Sanap: It’s too late now. She’s reached Mankind! She’s grabbing on to his arm, begging, pleading to release the hold! NO! HE’S DROPPED BEAST AND HAS TURNED THE MANDIBLE CLAW ON BELLE! Al Rossi: Belle is fighting to free herself but there’s no way for her to escape! Here come’s Beast! He’s got Mankind by the throat! A mighty throw sends him tumbling down the stairs back into the arena! Andel Sanap: He’s got Mankind’s bat! Mankind comes to a stop at the foot of the stairs. He’s clambering over the barricade, trying to get to the ring. Beast is walking with a purpose, barbed wire bat in hand. Al Rossi: Mankind gets rolled into the ring by Beast. Mankind’s on his feet but he has no clue where he is! Beast has the bat! Swings! Right to the head of Mankind! Andel Sanap: I believe on your planet they would call that a ‘home run’, Al. Beast with the cover! Referee counts 1! 2! 3! Al Rossi: Beast stands in the corner, holding himself with the ropes! Mankind is a bloody mess as he tries to stand! The ref is up to 7! 8! Mankind collapses to the mat in exhaustion! Referee: 9! 10! Winner: Beast! Andel Sanap: An incredible brawl! Belle rushes into the ring to tend to Beast, who is barely able to stand up himself. The two embrace to the cheers of the TCC Arena faithful. But, wait a minute! Mankind is back up! Al Rossi: This isn’t Mankind’s first hardcore brawl. He’s lost the match, but he’s living to fight another day. He appears to be pointing at Belle. Now he’s spreading out his arms, motioning to her! What is he thinking? Does he really think Belle is going to watch Mankind beat up her husband, then they’ll just be friends? Andel Sanap: Well, Mankind did say he liked the movie. Maybe he thinks Belle’s princess nature will allow her to be forgiving. I don’t think that’s possible but…hold on! Belle is crossing over to Mankind! Al Rossi: She’s smiling! She’s standing in front of the man who battered her husband, and nearly took her out twice, and she’s smiling! What could she possibly be thi…YOWCH! Andel Sanap: I think we know what she was thinking now, Al! A slap to the face! And a kick to Mankind’s…er…privates. Mankind is down again! He’s rolling out of the ring, and is making best speed for the exit! Al Rossi: She may be a princess, but Belle isn’t a pushover when it comes people assaulting her and her true love. Well, folks, as Belle helps Beast to his feet and out of the ring, raising his arm in a salute of victory to his fans, it’s about time for us to sign off. We’ll be back for more action from TCC Arena, as the Transdimensional Combat Commission continues to bring you the best action from across the multiverses. Until then, for Philippa Forrester and Andel Sanap, I’m Al Rossi! Good night from TCC Arena! Gaston: Ha ha! I could have taken on both of those freaks! No one wrestles like Gaston! The Rock: Who in the blue hell are you?

I think Fox posted that he was taking the day to come up with new scenarios for detective/criminal.

*THE FOLLOWING BROADCAST IS BEING PRESENTED BY THE TRANSDIMENSIONAL COMBAT COMMISSION. ALL COMBATANTS MUST AGREE TO FOLLOW TCC GUIDELINES AT ALL TIMES. SAFETY OF ATENDEES IS NOT GUARANTEED.* Al Rossi: Helloooo, fight fans! Welcome back to the TCC Arena! Alongside Jedi Master Andel Sanap, I’m Al Rossi, here to bring you more TCC sanctioned action. Last time, we witnessed a friendly but competitive bout between Ruby Rose and Ladybug, which was almost derailed due to outside interference. But tonight, I think it’s safe to say, Andel, that this fight is going to be by no means friendly. Andel Sanap: You would be correct, Al. For tonight the fans here at TCC Arena will be witnessing the debut of one of the most demented and deranged minds that the WWE has ever produced. We will bear witness to the hardcore chaos of Mankind. And the officials of the Transdimensional Combat Commission have extended Mankind the privilege of naming his own opponent for one of the most brutal of pro wrestling stipulations, a Texas Death Match. Al Rossi: For those of you not familiar, a Texas Death Match is variation of ‘last man standing’ matches. The opponents will be allowed to battle anywhere in the arena, on or off the battle terrain, in an attempt to get a pinfall or a submission. If a combatant is pinned or made to submit, the referee will then start a ten count. If the combatant gets to his feet before the ref reaches 10, the match will continue. But if the combatant doesn’t answer the ten count, then his opponent will be declared the winner. Andel Sanap: And there will be no count outs or disqualifications. Naturally, the protective screen will not be activated to allow our combatants full reign of the arena. But the most bizarre thing about this contest is who Mankind has chosen for an opponent: Prince Adam, better known to his fans as Beast! Al Rossi: And, Andel, no one seems to have a clue what could possibly have driven Mankind to making this challenge. However, earlier today Philippa Forrester did catch up with Beast and his wife Belle to get his thoughts. Let’s take a look. Philippa Forrester: I’m here backstage at TCC Arena alongside Princess Belle and the Beast. Now, Beast, you have been in combat before, but never against someone as unpredictable as Mankind. What is your advantage as you go into a match with a stipulation that he is very familiar with? Beast: Philippa, I have learned a little about this Mankind. I know he thinks of himself as a monster, a force of violence. But, Mankind, I am capable of being just as monstrous as you. I don’t need barbed wire to tear your flesh, I can do that with my claws. I don’t need to strike you with a club, I can beat you senseless with my bare hands! I will be victorious in this battle, Mankind, and dedicate my victory to Belle. All I ask of you, Belle, is to go to our private box for the battle. It will be much too dangerous. Belle: But, Adam! I don’t want to leave you alone. With that madman! Please, let me walk you to the battle terrain at least. I want to be there for you. Beast: Hmph. Very well, Belle. But you must go to the box and stay there when it begins. Belle: I will, my dear. Just remember, no matter how bad things may get in this fight, you and I will always have our love. Remember that, and fight for it. Philippa Forrester: I’ll leave you two alone. Thank you for your time. Back to you in the booth! Andel Sanap: Beast is certainly determined, and is not looking to back down from this challenge, Al. Al Rossi: Well, determination might only get him so far, Andel. But either way, it’s time for the match to start. The battle terrain has already been formatted as a regulation, pro-wrestling ring. But given the falls count anywhere nature of this match, nobody should expect the action to stay inside the ropes. Andel Sanap: Let’s go down to Miss Forrester for the introductions. Philippa Forrester: Welcome, everyone, to TCC Arena! The following fight is a singles match, and will be contested under Texas Death Match Rules. Combatants must attempt to pin or submit their opponent. The referee will then start the ten count. Whoever successfully pins or submits their opponent, and renders them unable to stand up by the count of 10, wins the match. Introducing first, weighing in at 287 pounds, hailing from the boiler room, Mankind! Al Rossi: Cheers from the WWE fans in attendance as Mankind lurches his way to ring, and…Wait a minute! He’s grabbing the microphone from Philippa! Andel Sanap: Perhaps we can finally have an explanation for Mankind’s challenge. Mankind: First of all, I would like to thank all of Mankind’s fans, for petitioning to get him licensed as a TCC fighter. For the longest time, unless your name was Hogan or Undertaker, pro-wrestlers weren’t all that welcome around here. But now I am, I’m grateful that the TCC officials have allowed Mankind to choose my opponent for my debut match. Now, a lot of you are probably wondering, “Why Beast? Why would Mankind want to go one on one with the star of one of the greatest fairy tales ever?” Well, truth is, Beast, I loved that story! I had the VHS of your movie and I watched it over and over. The story of a monster who found redemption and acceptance through the love of a beautiful French girl. And even though people told me it was just a story, it still got me to thinking. Thinking that maybe there was hope for me to find my happy ending, just like you did, Beast. So I went out and I grabbed a cute, French girl off the street, locked her in the boiler room, and told her that in time she would learn to love me. But it didn’t quite work out like I thought it would. She didn’t fall in love with me. She didn’t start singing. She didn’t put on the dress I found at the Salvation Army store and dance with me. She just slapped my face, kicked me in the family jewels, ran out into the night and I haven’t seen her since! So, Beast, you and I do have some business to settle. And I hope you are ready for a fight! Because I don’t want the Beast that puts on a blue monkey suit and dances in a ballroom. I don’t want the Beast that feeds birds and gets in cutesy snowball fights. And I damn sure don’t want some Fabio-looking, French goofball in a ponytail! I want the Beast who’s rage and despair and hate go so well with my own! Because Mankind knows he has only one chance for a first impression, and Mankind wants to show all of the fans at TCC Arena what’s he’s made of. To show that no one fights like Mankind. Douses lights like Mankind! In a wrestling match nobody SLAMS YOU THROUGH A BURNING TABLE INTO THUMBTACKS LIKE MANKIND! And the dozens and dozens will be celebrating! Saying, “My what a guy, that Mankind!” Have a nice day! Al Rossi: Lots of cheers from the Mankind cheering section, but more than a few boos from everywhere else in TCC Arena. Philippa has finally gotten the mic back and hopefully can now continue the introductions as Mankind waits in the ring. Philippa Forrester: And his opponent, from France, being accompanied to the battle terrain by Princess Belle, Beast! Andel Sanap: Beast walking onto the battle terrain in his breeches and cape, arm in arm with Princess Belle in her blue dress. The arena is no place for ball gowns. Al Rossi: That’s for sure, Andel. Beast takes Belle in his arms. Belle’s looking like she is giving some last words of encouragement. Maybe a kiss for good luck before he…Look out! Mankind is rolling out of the ring and charging straight toward Beast! Andel Sanap: His back is turned! He doesn’t see him! Double axe handle strike to the back of Beast! He collides into Belle and both go down! Al Rossi: The referees are rushing onto the battle terrain! They’re desperately trying to get Mankind off Beast! He’s raining down punches as Beast desperately covers Belle! This fight hasn’t even officially started yet! Andel Sanap: Finally the referees have gotten a hold of Mankind. There’s four officials down there trying to get Mankind to calm down, but he has gone berserk! He’s shrieking and trying to break free! Al Rossi: Oh no. Beast is getting up, trying to check on Belle. It’s hard to tell from up here. I don’t know if she’s unconscious or just had the wind knocked out of her from having Beast fall on top of her like that. But Beast looks furious. He spins around and here he comes charging toward Mankind! Spear! He speared him out of the grip of the referees and drove him to the battle terrain floor! Andel Sanap: Al! The head referee is signaling the timekeeper! He is ordering them to start the clock! The match is on! Al Rossi: Both combatants trading blows! Mankind is already bleeding from a strike of Beast’s claws, but he clotheslines him over the barricade into the crowd! Somebody get the medics to check on Princess Belle! Stay tuned! We’ll be right back! OK: Beast: Original Disney Animated version. With Belle hurt, he is in a rage and will not stop until Mankind is beat or he is. Mankind: WWF Attitude Era. They can fight all over TCC Arena (roughly the size of a football stadium). They can use any traditional, pro-wrestling, street fight weapons (tables, ladders, chairs, bats wrapped in barbed wire etc.) Whoever pins/submits their opponent and leaves them unable to stand by the count of 10, wins. Game On!

THE BOTTOM LINE “So let me get this straight,” said Eric Raymond as he sat at his desk, hands folded. “You started a brawl that nearly tore down a bar, because you thought some British bikers were trying to kidnap you?” The Misfits sheepishly stood before Eric, still sporting bruises from the incident. “But that’s what happened, Eric,” said Stormer. “There’s no telling what those guys would have done to us. We were lucky we got away!” “And we wouldn’t have been in that dump anyway if you could get us better gigs,” snarled Pizzazz. “And how am I supposed to get you better gigs, Pizzazz, if no one wants to take the chance of you girls having another meltdown?!” Eric sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Look, ladies, I may have a solution. I have been in contact with another rock group that wants to sign with Misfits Music.” Roxy rushed to the desk enraged. “Are you replacing us, Eric?!” “No, of course not, Roxy. But by having another band might help get more eyes on both groups. Bigger venues, more money.” The Misfits gave each other unsure looks. “I don’t know about this, Eric,” said Jetta. “Trust me, ladies,” soothed Eric. “Once I sign this group, the Misfits will be bigger and badder than ever. Now, run along back to the hotel. And try to go a night without wrecking it.” “Whatever, Eric,” said Pizzazz as she headed for the door. “Let’s go, Misfits.” The door slammed shut, and Eric looked through the contracts before him. But something nagged at the back of his mind. A few weeks ago he had turned down Extensive Enterprises’ offer, then this supposed kidnapping happens. But then again, if Extensive Enterprises truly was trying to make a power move, and had connections with Cobra like they said on the news, surely they would have found people to do the job who could handle four stuck up rockers like the Misfits. Probably just another excuse for another Misfit fiasco. The sound of the door opening made Eric look up. He smiled as the four men in glam rock attire entered the room. “Good afternoon, gentlemen. I’m glad you could make it. After listening to that tape you sent me I think you and the Misfits would work great together. I’m sure we can get all the paperwork squared away and have your contracts all ready for legal before you leave. Now, excuse me for asking, but er…what was your name again?” The man in the leather vest and mask with flowing, red hair smiled and answered in a strange, echoing voice. “Cold Slither, Mr. Raymond.”