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Drudging through the woods provided no solace for the grumbling fighter known as Debo. "Damn this f*cking map! Plus this pink-loving Shockwave! I didn't know this guy was this much of a damned basket case. I mean, it's a karate gi… that's partially respectable. -But pink?! Gawed! I bet this guy has pink boxers!" Debo, realizing the possible truth of his hyperbole, shuddered, "Damned pansy-ass!" Through eyes cloaked by shut lids, Dan peered open carefully and got an eye-full, Sugoi! -He probably played Santa Clause in those malls with an ass that big! But this pink lover knew better than to utter the words aloud giving away his true state of consciousness. After all, what's the fun of just facing a person one on one like a regular fight when that's what surrounds your existence for the past couple of days. Why not have some fluffy fun in the process?

The suave Japanese fighter kept his world closed off from vision, but could never wipe away a smirk forming at the edge of his lips. Shake your bon, bon! Dan sang endlessly in his mind trying to keep his mind from wandering to the posterior his eyes were facing if he opened them once again. Oh, I hope he doesn't fart… was the only hope of Dan at the moment. His acting skills proved extraordinary, but not Oscar-bound. Minutes later the all might powerful, ever lasting, super human, from here to kingdom come, greatly re-known, illustrious, great, wonderful, yeah baby yeah Debo just… couldn't take it n e more. Knees met the moist forested earth, chest soon after. Dan rolling like a stone-age type wheel till a tree halted his movements. "Gasp!!" Debo gulped in thick warm air taking off his jacket throwing it by his unconscious victim.

"Water! Where? There!!" Ahead appeared a stream of serenity flowing freely beckoning the dehydrated, non-directional Debo. Digging his elbows with aide of his knees, 'yeah baby yeah' Debo finally fell into his pool of liquid refreshment straight from the pure mountains. The false Shockwave shifted slightly, his smirk now extending to both ends of his mouth.

"Oshaa…" he muttered.
Slipping his hand into Debo's jacket he carefully pulled out a- Lipstick?! Nasty! Oh wait… it's pink! Tee Hee! But his very few serious cells in his mind reminded him to concentrate on his reason for his covert operation. Dan reached again hoping to apprehend eye shadow… instead a crumpled piece of paper with some penciled in directions. This is where the fun begins ladies and gentlemen. and fun he did have…

"Who the *bleep* are you?!" cried an astounded Debo. Shocky smiled, the wind ran through his hair ruffling it slightly. He stood like the answer to a problem…a smirk plastered, his fighting staff held up by one hand and the other clenched so tight air couldn't escape his grasp.
"-Your present, your future… your wanting to reminisce to the past."

"The hell did you say?! You and your damned mouth will get you in some deep shit, boy!"
" Some people just seem so eager to prove their inferiority," Shockwave grunted, smirk still standing prominent. This provocative suggestion caused a playing Dan to slip away once Debo dropped him to the ground behind his back in a fit of rage,

"Boy, you are looking for an ass whooping!" "Aren't we feeling zealously gay?" Shockwave, a well experienced smart-ass (and a quite good one at times like these), expression ever so enriched with debonair and suave attitude.

Now, while twirling his quarter staff, Debo raised his fists. The judge far off smiled and yawned her final yawn, "Finally!"
"Prepare yourself.." ShockWave intoned quietly, hardening his gaze on Justin. The latter kept a contemptuous smile on his lips as he drew his weapon, an almost identical replica of ShockWave's own weapon, except that the tips were plated with a shining material he recognized as titanium.. and the tips were melded into razor-sharp cutting edges.

ShockWave counted his own advantages. He possessed an intimate knowledge about the weapons both of them wielded, and he could see that his was considerably longer. He also judged he was by far quicker of the two. What bothered him was that he knew virtually nothing about Justin, save his ki levels were tinged slightly with evil... almost like.. Naar's?

"QUARTET WAVE!!" ShockWave chanted as he charged up a quick burst of energy into his staff, releasing it at Justin. It failed to connect, as Justin scurried aside hastily, anger blazing in his eyes as he turned to face ShockWave... Except that ShockWave was now right in front of him. A scything blow caught his kneecap, then another to his face. Justin staggered back, reeling under the force of the titanium-carbon alloy quarterstaff.

Justin struck back, swinging his stick forward blindly and catching ShockWave in the stomach. The tip of Justin's stick cut through the fabric of ShockWave's jacket with ease, gouging a furrow of flesh off with it. The darkly-dressed fighter backflipped as a second attack narrowly missed his throat.

ShockWave inspected his wound. A mere flesh wound, though the stinging sensation was most unpleasant. A soft growl escaped his throat. He marched towards Justin, the latter in a slight crouch, beckoning for his approach. The ringing of metal against metal echoed noisily, metallic staves in full cry as the two combatants pitted against each other.

As ShockWave had predicted, Justin's strength was superior to his, and in close combat he was at disadvantage. He broke off instantly, bounding back to gain breathing space, only to receive a painful glancing strike to his wrist, forcing him to temporarily release his grip on his staff...

Justin grinned as he swept his broomstick upwards, blasting ShockWave back against a large boulder
"C'mon, you sorry excuse for an Incarnate of Power. Why, I've seen breakfast cereals more threatening than you!" ShockWave peered over Justin to his staff, frowning. Retrieving it was necessary, though it would pose a problem. Justin followed ShockWave's gaze to the long black quarter staff lying on the ground. He sneered.

"Come get it, boy," Justin picked up ShockWave's quarter staff. "Provided, of course, I don't shove it up your asshole first." A vein popped on ShockWave's forehead. THAT, that was the last straw. Yanking the boulder he was leaning on right out of the ground, he tossed it at Justin's
general direction.

"!!?!" was all Justin said as he hastily skipped out of the way. ShockWave clenched his fists, trying to recall what little he had listened when Shadow Dragon was yakking away on the arts of unarmed combat.

Justin prepared to sweep his stick again.

"SONIC FLASH SLASH!" The arc of energy careened towards ShockWave, who made no attempt to dodge. Justin rolled his eyes.
"Man, just how stupid can you get??" The fireball passed clean through ShockWave, who continued walking. Behind him, the projectile finally dissipated, its power drained. Justin's eyes shot wide open.
"HEY! Wha.." He never had the chance to finish his sentence as The Someone From Behind(tm) grabbed his arms and shoulders. Justin turned, staring into the face of ShockWave. He turned back to face his front, at the second ShockWave still walking towards him. "How in the name of Jesus Christ.."

"ENERGY GRASP!!" the ShockWave behind him yelled as instantly Justin's vision burst into a kaleidoscope of light. A searing heat wave buffeted him, burning through his clothing to scorch his skin and hair, sending him flying. Then, for an immensely unpleasant instant, Justin slammed on the ground face-first. Ayame stood,

blinking animely a few times (squick, squick), her hyperactivity temporarily gone. Then she found her senses. "Hey! Who's the third guy?" she asked, pointing at the second 'ShockWave'. ShockWave blew on his smoking palms as his twin disappeared.

"Illusion spell," ShockWave muttered. Picking up Justin's staff, he flung it a fair distance away. It landed neatly alongside ShockWave's weapon, sticking itself upright on the sand. "Start the countdown." "Huh?.. Oh yes. One, two, three, four, five, six.." Justin dragged himself upright, spitting out the sand in his mouth. ShockWave eyed him casually, arms folded. "No weapons, twerp... been some time since the last time I did this. Where's Hibiki?"

"Yeah, right. Like I'm tellin' you," Justin held his arms in an unorthodox fighting stance which ShockWave failed to identify.
"I'll give you a hint, though," Justin bent down, "when I'm done with you, you'll find yourself in the same place as he is now!" A handful of sand was tossed right into the eyes of an unsuspecting ShockWave, blinding him for a few moments.

It hurt. But it was nothing compared to the pain in his stomach that followed. ShockWave retaliated with a few snapkicks, but the first few hit astray until the final one nicked Justin across the shoulder, just enough to stun him. But it was all that ShockWave needed.

"Neutron Razor!!" Two bolts of energy screamed across the sand, exploding on impact. For the second time, Justin was sent flying, but landed in shallow seawater this time. ShockWave cracked his knuckles, advancing on his quarry while the referee counted the numbers. Justin pushed himself up, with greater difficulty this time.

He shook his head a few times. His BROOMSTICK. With his weapon he'd end the fight in no time. The only problem was, there was this guy dressed in black standing between him and the two sticks stuck upright in the sand. That, and the fact that he would enjoy nothing better than beating the living hell into him at the moment. Justin squared himself.

"ARROW KICK!" ShockWave blocked the attack perfectly, though the sheer determination and force stunned him for a short while. Recovering, ShockWave tensed his torso into a crouch, awaiting Justin's descent. He force-fed his adversary with a powerful uppercut, but not before receiving a painful crack on the head. Both were thrown apart from each other, ShockWave with a bruise on his forehead and Justin coughing up blood.
"For the last time... where is Hibiki?"

Justin suddenly realized that the path to his weapon was free. He rebounded upwards with renewed vigour, racing for the stick.
"Shit.." ShockWave muttered as he realized his mistake. Breaking into a run, he took off after Justin..
 
 

"NEUTRON RAZOR!!!" ShockWave screamed as he flicked both his arms forward consecutively, the two streaks of reddish energy he sent at Justin succeeding only in blowing up a whole lot of sand as its intended target leapt not-so-nimbly out of the way, flipped over and pulled his broomstick from the ground. Smiling with triumph, he turned to face his opponent, which resulted him getting kicked smack dab between the eyes instead of the back of his head.

Albeit the painful hit, Justin felt more confident now that his broomstick was in his hand once more and proceede to swipe at ShockWave in wide arcs. But by now ShockWave's OWN weapon was also in his grasp, and the thrust was blocked with ease.

The unarmed bout had been fun -- not to mention him discovering skills he thought he'd forgotten all about -- but still..
"QUARTET WAVE!!" ShockWave reverted back to his 'standard' projectile, aiming at Justin's face. At such close range the impact of the Quartet Wave would have blasted Justin into the air.. had he not been blocking. Justin merely grinned as his broomstick flashed again, the sharp edge slicing across ShockWave's chest. ShockWave was not so lucky this time.

The angry wound was deep enough to be of serious concern this time, blood starting to drip and soak through his shirt. All that was left of his jacket now was a long black strip of cloth. Justin crouched and kicked at ShockWave's ankle, forcing the latter off-balance.

Justin loomed over him, his features curled in a sadistic sneer as he raised his broomstick, its razor-sharp tip pointing down at ShockWave's chest. ShockWave's eyes widened as he realized Justin was going to stab him. Justin's weapon rushed downwards to skewer him like a chicken wing on a barbecue stick, but ShockWave managed to block the stroke with his staff, gritting in pain from the exertion and his wound.

"Killing.. is a foul!"
"Oh really? Well, that doesn't matter much, since the ref ain't here anyways."
ShockWave glanced briefly at Ayame's chair. Sure enough it was empty.
*Where's a freakin' ref when you need one?!?!?*
"And second," Justin increased the pressure against ShockWave's staff,
"I'm not really here to win. All I have to do is deliver your worthless ass to Bison, dead or alive. You know, I was actually hoping that the Incarnate of Power would pose more of a challenge, but noo..."
*Incarnate of Power... wait, what did that Asian girl call me?*

"But no matter. Such easy victory only proves the the might of Naar. Its the end, ShockWave, as with that weak brother of yours whom you care to call a Kai Lord."
"You... you're.. Naar's minion.."
"As they say, even a fool is wise.... WHEN IT IS TOO LATE."
"Thanks.. that was.. all.. I needed to.. know!!" The final word rose to a scream as ShockWave grabbed Justin's broomstick with one hand.
"LIGHTNING HAANNDDDD!!" Its true; the longer you hold the vowel, the cooler you are (just kidding ^_^). A crackling charge of pure electrical energy was released from ShockWave's palm..
 

...Conducted upwards via Justin's stick... ... And served him about 200 volts. The author leaves it to you to imagine the pretty special effects, which included the anime effect of showing his skeleton for a few seconds, Justin wriggling around as he tried -- futilely -- to release his grip on his stick and finally the grand explosion which about signified the end of the attack.

ShockWave coughed as he ran his fingers across his chest. He could feel his ribcage, dammit. Wiping the blood off on the sand, he staggered up, walking towards Justin.

"Where *cough* is Hibiki?" ShockWave repeated his question for the third time, grabbing Justin by his collar and dragged him up forcefully. ShockWave snarled as Justin's opened his eyes weakly... and kneed ShockWave in the gut. A red blur swept over Justin's vision as ShockWave's red-tipped quarterstaff dealt him a blow in return across the face. Justin reeled back, spurting a mouthful of blood on the sand. ShockWave pointed his index finger at Justin again, preparing to repeat his Lightning Hand spell...

"HAME!!!!" ShockWave froze in terror as a massive projectile the size of a BMW limousine rushed at him.
 
 

"And we're back!" Ayame squeaked excitedly as she frogleaped into her chair. The piece of furniture creaked as it bent under her weight, than sprang back into shape.
"Orange candy! Wai!... Huh? Hey! Did I miss anything?.. EEEEEEKK!!" Ayame cried as a whole mass of sand hit her, some of it falling into the bag in her hand.
"My orange candy..."
 
 

Justin snorted in contempt as the sand blew sky-high, some of it falling in his head and shoulders. He reckoned that all that was left of the Incarnate of Power were ashes.. which would pose a problem, since he was supposed to transport that guy to Bison...

*cough, cough* "Huh???"
Justin's jaw fell open as he saw a black shape through the rapidly dissipating dust.
"No way!"
"Yes way.." ShockWave replied as he snapped his fingers, the crimson energy shield before him dissipating away. He felt anger rush through him. This had gone far enough. Justin rushed at him, his broomstick slashing in wide arcs, all failing to connect. ShockWave stepped aside, mumbling something under his breath, then cried out the final word of his spell.

"QUARTET CRUSH!"
Justin looked around wildly for the attack ShockWave threw at him, but saw nothing. He felt it, though: like a battering ram wrought from concrete. Justin landed head-first, but managed to flip over and on his feet. ShockWave, though, wasn't through with him.

"QUARTET FIRE!!" ShockWave intoned as his staff burst into flames. He took a swipe at Justin, who blocked. The broomstick overheated in an instant, leaving a charred mark where ShockWave's supernaturally charged weapon impacted with it. Justin yelled in pain as he dropped his weapon, shaking his burned hand about.

ShockWave attacked again, drawing one long strike across Justin's torso, his staff glowing brighter as the attack progressed, with ShockWave performing a flurry of lightning-quick strokes at the shoulder, chest, stomach, thigh and finally a rising slam to Justin's chin.

This time, he didn't get up. ShockWave landed gracefully on his feet, the flames on his staff dying out as he reached the ground. A tinge of pain rushed through his body, reminding him of his own needs. His blood mingled with sweat, feeling sticky and warm as it dripped down his chest. It hurt, dammit. He winced as he tried to move his left arm, and wondered just exactly how many bones had he fractured. He turned back to face Justin, lying face down on the sand. The female referee was counting.

He raised his staff as the flames burst into existence again... it would be too easy to drive his weapon right through Justin's chest, just as the latter had planned to do to him a few minutes ago. Another of Naar's agents would be down for the count... and he hated this one in particular for the pain he had inflicted on him. ShockWave steeled himself... and wavered.

Much as he wished to, some inner sense told him it was wrong.
*Shut up!* ShockWave growled to himself.
*This one's pond scum.. he deserves it.. oh, what the hell...* ShockWave surrendered to himself as he thrust his staff deeply into the sand. Besides, he needed him. Justin was his only link to Dan and Shadow Dragon now... "... nine.. ten! Knockout match, you win, ShockWave,"
Ayame grumbled annoyingly as she peered at her (full) bag of candy, spoilt by the sand. "You're at two wins, zero losses now, just so you know. As for Dan.." "This one.. is not Dan," ShockWave replied quietly as he tore what remained of his tattered jacket into strips, using it to bound Justin's hands, feet and gag him.

"Is too, says so here," Ayame pouted as she checked her list again. ShockWave swung the unconscious form of Justin over his shoulder and shrugged. Ayame paused. "Where is he, by the way?"
"Couldn't care less about what your clipboard says," ShockWave grunted as he trudged up the beach. "Dunno where Dan is, but I'm gonna find out.."
 

"Ah well, if the pink telletubie can kick Sagat's ass while doing disco, I'm sure the boy is fine."
"I… dunno, Dan maybe irresponsible, annoying, useless, annoying, dense, annoying, pathetic and annoying he actually could be-"
"Sakura," Karin knocked her hand pad into Sakura's shoulder, "-shut up, your compassionate, caring personality is giving me a headache."
"Good luck on your fight," Sakura spoke walking away, "-even though you don't deserve it."
Karin's eyebrow twitched knowing Sakura would have lashed out more is her major concern wasn't blocked by the pink power ranger lover, "I don't need luck…"
 

The large coliseum towered above the ground. Its massive structure amazed the young woman. For a few and yet seemingly endless minutes, she stared in awe. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Elena verbalized her thoughts…

"Who the hell would schedule a fight here?"

In the distance, she could hear the roar of a helicopter's propellers; a vague chain of screams, yells and singing accompanied it.

Elena ignored the distant racket. Narrowing her eyes, she looked down at the directions she had scribbled down on a piece of paper. She was not mistaken. The island wasn't that big anyway, so it was almost impossible to get lost.

She looked up at the coliseum again, shrugged, and made her way inside…

It was actually pretty ordinary inside. Everything was perfectly normal, except for the fact that it was pitch black. One might wonder why no one has turned on the lights. After all, a fight is scheduled here in ten minutes. Well, this just makes everything more interesting doesn't it?

Elena walked as far as she could. She reached what looked like a stage of some sort. Once again she was right. In the now dim light she could see two giant screens, spot lights…and are those microphones?

The dark skinned yet light hair girl contemplated the stage 's contents.

"Strange place for a street fight isn't it? Still, cool place! Although my father could obviously build a better stage. Money can buy a lot of things you know…"

Elena turned around. She didn't sense any other presence there. This girl had walked in completely undetected. She took a few minutes to study her companion. Blond, no more than seventeen years old, medium stature, probably Japanese descended. She was wearing what looked like a red Japanese fuku, and black spandex shorts beneath them. The blue ribbon on her hair made her look like an innocent little girl. She was not.

"I'm Karin, and you are?" "Elena. It seems that I'm your opponent for this fight." Karin yawned carelessly. "So where's the referee? I want to get this over with. I'm going shopping after this"

The two waited for a few minutes. Karin tapped her foot impatiently. Elena studied her intensely.

Three minutes later…

Karin tapped her other foot. Elena studied the ceiling intensely. Karin looked at her watch. Elena found interest in the giant screens, in other words, she stared blankly at them.

"Okay, so where is this guy?" Elena protested.

"Maybe we should start without him. We don't need a referee." Karin commented yawning once again.

"Right.", Elena nodded.

They got into their fighting stances. Both young women stared deeply into each other's eyes in the soft lighting the coliseum provided. None wanted to attack first, yet Karin (in her hyperactive little state) decided to make the first move.

Just as she was about to pounce on Elena, the coliseum's lights brightened a little more. Actually, two huge spotlights set over the two girls. Karin looked at Elena with that what-the-hell-is-going-on-here look. Elena was just as puzzled.

The curious thing is that neither Elena nor Karin had dropped their fighting positions.

More lights flashed on, one after the other. The stage was almost completely illuminated when a very, VERY familiar rhythm started playing.

"Is that "Livin' la Vida Loca"?" Karin asked. "Nah, it couldn't be!" Elena gasped.

Even more lights flickered on, exposing a quite large, noisy, mostly female crowd on the seats.

Just then the stage floor opened, the contagious (and yet so annoying for some) music played louder. Karin and Elena both gasped in surprise/shock/excitement when they saw a '69 silver Mustang rise from under the stage, a man balanced on the car like if it was something he does everyday.

The crowd went insane. Gasps, yells, screams, whistles and the occasional "I love you!" and "You're mine!" were heard.

Elena blinked. "Ricky…" Karin rubbed her eyes furiously. "…Martin?"

"Woke up in the Fighter's Isle…" Ricky blinked a couple of times when he noticed the lack of rhyme in that lyric. He shrugged and jumped of the car, landing gracefully on the stage floor.

"Ah, it's me señoritas! Sorry I'm late. I just finished my bon bon shaking exercise routine."

He bowed before the two women and grinned, light reflected on his pearl white teeth. "What are you…?"

Anticipating Elena's question he answered in advance. "Ah, yes. The nice sponsors of this here tournament asked me to make some time from my busy schedule to act as referee in one of the fights." (Either that or the Ricky-crazy author had nothing better to write)

"So lets not waste anymore time. I'm late for another one of those award shows."

For some reason Ricky shook his hips side to side, making quite a few of his adoring admires melt.

"You know the rules ladies. Begin!" Ricky clapped his hands twice, signaling the fighters to begin.

The large group of fans screamed once again, cheering on whichever one of the girls they bet their dollars on.

"Ressen Chou!" Karin rushed toward Elena, aiming her elbow at the other woman's torso. In
return, Elena fluidly sidestepped her attack and tripped the younger girl with a low roundhouse kick.

Karin rolled back onto a standing position and grinned arrogantly at Elena, who simply concentrated on her strategy.

The capoeria fighter attacked Karin with a series of kicks aimed at the torso and lower limbs. Karin blocked several of the hits, receiving the last two directly. She stepped back a few paces. Elena lifted herself into a graceful headstand and spun her body toward Karin, who back flipped out of harm's way.

Karin back flipped again, and was about to bow to the spectators for their wild cheers, when she noticed the reason for all the commotion was her referee's flexing and dancing on the stage. She blinked a few times and brought her attention back to the fight just as Elena kicked her jaw. Karin grabbed her jaw in pain then swept her opponent's feet from under her. Elena quickly recovered and got up ready to attack. Karin high kicked the Nature loving fighter and juggled her in the air. She then followed with a massive combo, connecting multiple punches and kicks on Elena's body. Elena fell hard on the floor. Another roar of screams and gasps erupted from the crowd. She looked up to see the Latin Lover dancing to "María" up in the stage.

She shook her head a few times and dizzily looked over at her opponent, who was busy contemplating the show.

"1, 2, 3…un pasito pa lante María!!" Ricky kept dancing careless of the fight. "4, 5, 6…" Elena could not take her eyes off him. "un pasito pa tra…" Karin giggled. "7, 8, 9…MARIA!!!" Elena noticed the slight pain that ran through her limbs… "Maria…Maria…10!!!!" Ricky spun in place several times, stopped abruptly, grabbed the microphone and grinned. A few audience members fainted.

"Karin wins!" Karin jumped up and down a few times, pointed at Elena and laughed. Elena was shocked. "What???" Ricky Martin bowed. "You were down for ten seconds señorita. Lo siento." With a spectacular array of lights and fireworks Ricky Martin exited the stage. "Ah well, at least I got to see Ricky…" Elena shrugged and left the coliseum. Karin smirked placing both hands upon her hips, "See Saky-chan, I don't need luck!" She raised both arms in the air smelling the victory. The lime light was hers until smack!!

"Ricky! I want your body!" A girl yelled. "Ricky, I want to bear your children!" Another called. "Ricky! I love you!" "Ricky! Ricky!! Shake your bon bon baby!!" "Ricky! I want to grab your bon bon!" Karin sighed realizing her lime light would have to wait, "What the heck, it's Ricky Martin…" -and with that Karin raced passed hordes of screaming otakus, "Ricky! Can you sign my bon bon?! Please!!"
 
 

"I'm surprised…" Night muttered.
"I'm wordless," Crista commented.
"Wow," Iwa spoke.
"I can't believe that," Kumori tapped her finger nails against the couch arm rest.
"Sheesh," Shockwave whispered.
"Food!" Kay yelled rushing toward Night's fridge.
"Kay where's my money?!" Vicky hollered racing after him, daggers revealed in both hands. Yang shrugged burying his face in his hands,
"I didn't know…"
"-about?" Iwa asked.
"Any of this!" exclaimed Yang,
"I mean, if Volpe was eyeing here, more power to him! The man has good taste!"
"Taste? Food!" Watcher yelped racing in the kitchen. A sudden crash echoed throughout the house.
"Owie! Watcher!!" Vicky growled.

"Gomen," Watcher squeaked higher than a mouse,
"I-I just wanted some fruit. Look a melon!"
"Ahhh!!" Vicky bellowed,
"Get your hand off my melons!!"
"Wow, that was one squishy-" smack

"-D'oh!" Watcher fell crashing into the chair now reaching for a tissue.
"Let this be a lesson," Kay began, his mouth filled, "Don't touch a ladies melons unless she gives you permission." smack
"Owe!!" Kay yelled dropping his food causing another crash.
Each crash created in the kitchen increased Night's bitter beer face appeal.
"What stupid lesson is that?!" Vicky yelped throwing everything but the kitchen sink. Yang cracked a half grin at the kitchen scene.

"Wow," began Yun, "a lot happens in Night's kitchen."
At that Night and Crista whipped their heads in Yun's direction.
"What did you say?!?!" They screamed in unison.
"N-Nothing.." Yun shrunk away. Next thing, Yun fled for his life from a psychotic Crista.

"What the hell were you doing lurking around earlier this morning?! What the hell is your problem?! You nosy little brat! I'll kick your ass from here to kingdom come!"
"Umm… wow, she's aggressive…" Yang muttered. Shockwave smirked elbowing Night,
"-That's how you like it, huh?"
"Um, um, um," Night stuttered.
"Baka!!" Crista clamored still chasing Yun and happened to sneak in a slap against Shockwave's head.

"Wow," now that takes skill Kumori commented.
Against the hectic chaotic racket entertaining the living room guests, the kitchen scene only worsened as Kay and Heagy fought for food.
"Mine!" "Mine!!" "Mine!!!" "MINE!" Night's annoyed beer face only worsened. While his attention found himself in the kitchen, the remaining non-psychotic (at the moment) people talked with Yang of his present situation. Who woulda thunk that a quiet, cape-covered judge secretly presented himself without the sight of any of the denizens of the house.

"Ahem," he began, "Is the Yip cabin?"
Night came out soaked in mango juice, spaghetti noodles, and other questionable liquids,
"Welcome. How can I help you?"
"Night vs. Yun match in 20 minutes. I ask both fighters come with me now, though. T
his is a last minute designed match." Yun stopped in his running and ducked causing Crista to fly through the air landing against her Night in shining…err- food clad armor.
"Sorry 'bout that, hon," Crista spoke slowly getting off. Shockwave leaned over whispering to Kumori
, "Is it me or did Brian stuff a banana in his pocket?" Kumori, disgusted, whacked Shockwave against the back of his head again.
 
 

(At the fight scene)
 
 
"Hehe, you suck. Seriously. Oops! What was that? Was that a KICK? That was the gayest kick I've ever seen in my LIFE. I've seen chickens who can kick better than that. Whoop. Well I didn't think it was humanly possible to kick in a gayer, and more pathetic manner than you did 5 seconds ago... Sweet God in Heaven! Your punches are even worse than your kicks! I mean...God! You could play Village People songs by just banging your dick against a snare drum, and you still wouldn't look as queer as you do with your little kicks there. Not that you could ever reach a snare drum with your..."

"Shut! Up!"
Brian Yip was very annoyed with Yun obviously getting him back for his violent girlfriend's previous attacks. They hadn't even been fighting for 3 minutes, and after Lim had landed a few glancing blows, he was made aware of one of Yun's oldest techniques- yapping. And judging by Yip's reaction, Yun wouldn't be stopping any time soon.

"Swng batta batta batta SWING batta batta and a MISS! Oh no! Hehehehehe."
"Shut...up!"
"How about a knuckle sandwich? YOU HOU!!" Yun slammed his fist into Brian three times in succession, the third sending Wai Lim flying through the air.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Left yourself WIDE open there, Yippy boy. Man you suck. You're the suckiest sucker who ever suckily sucked at sucking to suckily suck. And I got two words for ya!"
"(Night's Super Fireball...someone tell him to come up with a name for this god damned move please.)!!"
"No, I was gonna say...ouch!"
Wai Lim (Yip) had summoned a beam of energy from his hands and shot it at Yun. Yun blocked it as best he can, but he still took some damage.

"Ha. Pretty good for a loser."
"Thanks."
"Genei...Jin!"
"...Heeey!"

Yun flashed for a moment before performing the Genei Jin...a move which made the one who performed it twice as fast. Though in Yun's case, it also made twice as dangerous.
Lim tried to rush at Yun and tackle him, but Yun sped by him almost faster than Wai Lim could see, and Yun was now standing a few yards behind him, spinning his hat on his finger idly.

"Damn! Flew past you so fast it looked like you were moving BACKWARDS! Oh I'm so pretty, I'm so pretty...and speaking of pretty...how's things between you and that little girlfriend of yours there, Limmy? Hmmm? Maybe I should give her a turn after you do..."

"(Name of Night's super fireball again)!!" Wai Lim fired another beam of energy at Yun, but couldn't reach him in time. Yun was too fast.
"My Genei-Jin is too fast for words! Perhaps you should just sit there and let me hit you!"
Yun decided that he was being too defensive (and too nice), so he figured now was a good time to get in the face of "Limmy," and make his beating more personal. So extending his fist, he leapt towards Brian...
...and right into a trap.

"Chou En Metsu!"
Well when all else fails, go out with a bang. And that was pretty much what Brian Yip did. He blew up. Just like that. Wai Lim gathered as much energy as he could, tried to confine it and no hurt the ref, and BOOM. Huge explosion, which left the reff relatively uninjured.
When the smoke cleared, Yip was still standing across from Yun. Yun stood for a few seconds before dropping to the ground.
"ouch."
Brian Yip did the same, but since he was the last one standing, he was declared the winner.
"ouch."
 
 

A soaked wash cloth spread over Brian's forehead and down his face and neck. The cool water accompanying it felt just plain good to him,
"Thanks." Crista grinned half smiling,
"You let him get to you."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, your a better fighter than that."
"I still won," he spoke up.
"-barely," Crista added. "You don't have to do this,"

Night paused. "What and have you baby me the entire time? You need someone to take care of you, hon. No matter what you think."
"I wouldn't mind that," Night smiled placing his bruised hand over Crista's hand. She smiled stopping her cooling him off and stared into his dark eyes,
"Arigato…"
"For what?"
"-giving me a reason to do this," and she slowly lowered herself kissing Night's gentle lips.

On another part of the island, Gen and Yun limped around their rented cabins.
"I can't believe this," Yang spoke glancing at both his brother and his grandfather.
"You both could have done way better today."
"Speak for yourself," Yun snapped,
"If I was given the power to blow up and other stuff nearby I would fried his ass ages ago."
"Your arrogance caused you to lose!" Gen glared thunking his grandson in the back of his head.
"Hey! Damn Limmy already hit me there!"
"You deserve it," the white hared old man responded. The two began bitching so loudly Yang almost hardly heard Lilly knocking upon the door.

After silencing both spirited men, Yang opened the door and smiled upon his happiness,
"Surprise, surprise.."
"I, uh, was wondering if you could walk me home. It's starting to thunder and it's already dark."
"No problem," Yang spoke getting his jacket.
"Ok, Yang, we are going to come home tonight right?!" Yun yelled. Yang answered his question by slamming the door ignoring him. His mind, along with Lilly's, were captured on Cloud 9.