Diamond Katana Arena

No one had really seen what had happened to Izette since the end of her first match against the fabulous Nipples. Rumour had it that she was sulking about it in some bar somewhere, pissed drunk out of her mind. However, this was not the case.

Izette had somethings to take care of elsewhere, things that honestly were no one else’s business. Especially the press; those damn nosey bastards. There was something however that pulled the punker out of her period of solitude and into the public’s eye.

It was a text.

Text Message Wrote:

Hey, Jerk! MEET ME AT THIS ADDRESS I have something very... important to give you! Oh, and bring that homo friend of yours, also! That is, unless you're scared!

PS: There will be Hotdogs!

Now, the woman had no idea who it was from...

But it was nothing more than a strange massage.

So, she figured it was probably best that she made an appears, no it wasn’t cause there was potential presents involved. But there was the promise of hot dogs.

Practically waltzing in, the punker made her way through the stands ever so slowly. It was dark and huge. But more importantly, there was no freaking people around.

Perhaps this was a joke...

The thought of it only caused the punker to frown.

WHERE THE HELL WERE HER HOT DOGS!?!

Earlier…

Pocket Gal Wrote:

"Where exactly are we headed, anyway?"

She leaned against the wall of the elevator and waited.

“Out.”

-Ding-

One quick cab-ride later-

Dash stood before the large pane glass window of the Executive suite. The stadium was pitch-black save for scant traces of moonlight highlighting the field’s more reflective surfaces. They’d been there for a few hours, Katie and he. She’d been grilling him about his motives and reasons for dragging her a** out here. Her questions were like bullets, and like Neo, he managed to dodge them. As far as the Amazon knew, Dash had just come out here to reflect on things. An empty football stadium might not been the most reasonable of meditation spots, but Dash was not the most reasonable of people.

Katie’d also find that Dash was not in the most talkative of moods, either.

They’ll show up.

He thought. The ‘invites’ he had sent via his cellphone demanded a response! Dash considered his future guests many things, but cowardly wasn’t one of them. At least, he hoped not. He'd spent too much time, too much effort creating the stage for this performance. The pieces were in place, the roles had been cast, all that remained was for someone to step up, so that he may draw the curtain and begin the show!

The ANGRY Shield was resting by the suite's exit, the iSword right beside it. He'd also decided to bring his trusty 'chuks, Black Panther and had them tucked into his waistband at the small of his back. Perhaps, the most peculiar item in his inventory was the single 22" Chrome rim that he held in his arms that, for the past 15 or so minutes, he'd been staring into.

Dash loved his reflective surfaces, but it was pretty clear that he was not just checking himself out.

Bam, another shot.

“Have you ever had something you loved dearly suddenly taken away for no other reason than some idiot’s recklessness?”

Commence bullet time.

Dash never took his eyes off the wheel.

“I’m sure you have.”

He thought back, back to the conversation they had about their pasts.

“Your mother, right? When you lost her… how did it make you feel?”

Yes, he was comparing the loss of his ride to the loss of one of Katie’s parents. He really loved his car.

Katie’s words actually caused him to pull his eyes from the wheel and set it on the ground.

“So you do understand.”

She loved him? He shouldn't have been surprised, but hearing it (albeit said indirectly) was still strange.

That’s when he noticed it, or rather, her.

Dark Conspiracy Wrote:

Practically waltzing in, the punker made her way through the stands ever so slowly. It was dark and huge. But more importantly, there was no freaking people around.

Showtime.

“So you’ll understand completely-“

Dash turned and headed out the room, slinging his shield over his shoulder while snatching up the iSword.

“-when I do this.”

SLAM!

The door to the suite closed behind the man, quickly followed by sounds of metal chains and a lock being placed.

“Sorry Kate, you'll just get in the way.”

Dash quickly made his way down the concourse towards the Announcer’s Booth, leaving behind one pissed-off Amazon.

One by one, the spotlights flickered to life, illuminating the entire stadium.

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!

Feedback from the mic shattered the silence, followed by a voice all too familiar to Izzy.

“GLAD YOU COULD MAKE, SCRUB! THOUGH I’M DISAPPOINTED THAT YOUR RED-HEADED BOSOM-BUDDY DIDN’T SHOW! WELL, 1 FOR 2 AIN’T BAD! THAT’S JUST TWICE THE BEAT-DOWN FOR YOU!”

Dash flipped the switch, quieting the mic. It was time.

Head-to-toe he was dressed in black, one of Fox’s many jumpsuits. Hard soled black boots hit the cement as he stepped out onto the stands. In his right hand:

In his left:

Finally, holstered in the waistband at the small of his back:

He was armed and ready.

From where he was, he could see Miss Pretzel nice and clear. She was in the stands a couple dozen rows beneath him. He ran some quick calculations in his head, produced some guestimations, and factored in a little luck before deciding upon his next course of action.

He slung his shield over his right shoulder and tightened his right fist, the muscles in his arm tensing as he summon up a bit of his good’ol bright-green FITE AURA. The sudden energy display made it seem like Dash was throwing his own little green-light disco inside the booth. Until Suddenly-

Glass shards! A lot of them:

COMING

FOR

IZZY!

Using his mojohobo meta abilities, the man flung some of his energy towards the large glass windows, creating a sudden blast of concussive force that blew them out and sent its sparkly, sharp payload raining down at the woman!

Moments later, Dash leapt out one of the side windows, landing in one of the aisles directly below (far shorter than the range of his glass attack). His shield was slid back onto his forearm, leading the charge and angry as ever. His iSword, was in his left hand, bared and ready. It could almost detect the animosity in Dash’s behavior and as an added bonus, played music most fitting.

Yeah, she heard something that seemed to sound like it was coming from above her. But really the punker only seemed to be disinterested. Instead, she was focusing on the fact that there was a pigeon sitting on the rusted out football posts to even notice.

And than suddenly...

Was it just her...

Or was it raining men?

Nope. It was definitely not just her.

For it seemed that instead, GLASS was falling from the FREAKING sky. However, she didn’t run, but instead she witnessed what appeared to be a show from above.

CRASH!

THUMP!

Looking in front of her, she quickly noticed what appeared to a familiar face. A black man...with a sword, a shield, and some other ninja crap. And what was even more awkward was the fact that music was beginning to practically blast as though it were a band behind him or something. Whatever the cause of the sound was...

She found it most hilarious.

Heh.

However, being as close as the two of them were, Dash would notice something different about her appearance. It seemed she wasn’t wearing her usual attire, but in fact it was... a bathrobe!?! She must have just come out of bed or something.

Whatever it was...

She didn’t seem as prepared as Dash was.

“Is that all you got, fancy stunts and s**t like that?” The punker seemed amused, but not amused enough. Afterall, she didn’t need the fancy crap to know just how epic she was.

Although...

A music cue would really help right now.

The wind blew as the punker stood her ground in front of him causing the edge of the robe to wave in the air. She was staring up at him as the breeze brought fourth was appeared to be flutter ever so lightly between them.

s**t had just got serious.

As the man crashed down to the ground, she jumped backwards in order to dodge whatever was coming for her. Instead, the woman found herself standing up onto one of the decayed chairs with two chairs between the two of them. The iSword only began to change it’s tunes from the rap crap to something much more heavy. Before she made any moves she only noticed that the man held what appeared to be a shield of some sort. A rather, angry shield.

Raising the eyebrow over her eyepatch she looked at him rather curiously. It seemed like this man didn’t want to have any close encounters today, how disappointing.

“What’s this? You gotta hide behind a shield? Where’s the fun in that?” The punker almost laughed slightly as she looked at him. Her arms were folded across her chest as though she did not look very impressed.

Yet...

She wasn’t giving it her all, many knew exactly what her fighting style was. But she wasn’t presenting that...

And that only meant on thing...

She had something tucked under her sleeve.

The door never budged. Katie was PISSED. Her shoulder was sore and tender from slamming into it, she couldn't recall how many times.

She looked back at the large window that overlooked the stadium. She had an idea.. It might work.

Walking to it, she looked down below. It was a lengthy drop. It could be lethal if she wasn’t careful, but when was she ever careful.

That was when she decided what to do.

She slowly backed up, until her back hit the door. It was the longest space for her to run, which is what she did. She charged towards the huge window, jumped and brought her arms out in front of her face to cover it from glass shards.

There was a loud crash as the big window shattered. Then, the Amazon had to deal with the wonderful sensation of falling.

It wasn't pretty.

Then, she landed within the stands with a loud BOOM.

It's safe to say that Katie was probably KO'ed...for the time being.

This, was not quite the response he was looking for. The punker fell over and Dash kept on running, in his mind he expected her to do something dramatic like: jump over him. Instead she opted to take the blow to the legs like a man, which made his next course of actions all the more interesting.

Anticipating a jump, Dash had already set into motion responding to such. When his shield struck Izzy’s legs, he continued moving past her for a couple steps before readjusting his right hand’s grip on his shield’s strap. Next he dropped to the ground, coincidentally; this happened around the time Ms Pretzel decided it’d be a good idea to kick out his knee. While it accelerated the action some, it would not present much a problem as Dash was already in the process of falling into a baseball slide!

Now what kept the man from slamming into the ground rather awkwardly?

-THUNK-

His shield. He had held it sideways like a wing as it swept along both rows of seats, which meant, that when Dash fell while holding onto it, the ends rested along the seats and held it in place (like a bridge), giving Dash something stable to control his fall. Releasing the strap with his right hand, Dash continued the slide and passed completely under his angry shield.

Now was the time for some Jacky-Chan bs. Dash quickly scrambled to his feet, his back to the shield that was now between himself and Izzy. Shooting a quick glance behind him to check its location, Dash kicked up his left leg, striking the edge closest to him with his heel and causing the shield to flip up 90 degrees (Flat end now facing Izzy).

-Fzzt-

In a split second, A single green bolt of Dash’s aura spiraled down his left leg while it was still in motion.

-PANG-

And in a flash, it discharged. Dash pivoted his body counter-clockwise, extending that same leg into a side kick and striking the underside of his shield while it was still flipped. The kick, coupled with a little extra “umph” from his aura, effectively launched it down the row.

As awesome looking as this was, it would ultimately be for naught since, as mentioned before, he had expected Izzy to JUMP over him and land somewhere behind him. One could image Dash’s surprise as he watched his shield go crashing harmlessly into the main aisle.

What!?

It was minor setback, but he wasn’t going to let it hinder his assault. His left hand had already gone to the small of his back, drawing forth BLACK PANTHER! Izzy might have still been lying in that seat, or she might have been moving. Either way, Dash was getting ready to unleash some nunchuk justice when-

Pocket Gal Wrote:

There was a loud crash as the big window shattered. Then, the Amazon had to deal with the wonderful sensation of falling.

“The ********?”

A distraction!

“Kate!?”

Goddammit!

Wait, what!?

Dash’s eyes widened. Another distraction!

GODDAMMIT!

Dash had grossly overestimated the woman’s state of mental sanity. She was seriously going to fight him butt-naked on a cold winter’s night. Well, almost butt naked. She still had boots on.

“Dammit.”

He could hold his tongue no longer.

“Don’t you realize I’m here to kill you!? The least you could do is put some damn clothes on!”

Now she’d done it, Dash was finding it more and more difficult to take this woman seriously. However, he couldn’t allow himself to lose sight of his goal (which was made infinitely easier since his goal lacked clothing). At least she was appeared unarmed. He had no need for Black Panter, yet. Dash tucked the nunchuks back into his waist band.

“You know what? Screw it! Fight naked if you want. No bloody clothes to worry about.”

With those words, he was off, hopping over a row of seats to put them both on the same tier. Next he charged straight at the woman, but not in that crazy 'I’M GOING TO TACKLE YOU' way. No, he just closed the distance between them enough so that he could leap at her with a flying kick aimed for the face (right leg leading), Lui Kang Style!