Only an hour before Ultra, and Washuu watched over Mary as she gathered snacks for the show. Graham crackers, marshmallow creme, chocolate, and a bunsen burner to heat it over finished the impressive array of mostly healthy snack food. "Do you think we have enough snacks here, Mommy?" Mary piped up as she assembled the last of the snacky goodness. "I think there's plenty, Mary, there won't be _that_ many people, after all." Ifurita walked into the room. "There will be one less. I have a match tonight," Washuu continued carting the accumulated snacks into the viewing area, "Really? With whom?" "B-ko. I will strike a blow against Bison and Sephiroth," "Can I go with Ifurita to Ultra tonight, Mommy?" Mary broke in with her cutest voice, "I won't be any trouble, I promise." "Are you up to it, Ifurita?" Washuu looked over to the android. "I will be fighting, I will not have time to look after her." "That sounds like a no to me, Mary, you'll have to watch from here like the rest of us." "Please? I'll be good and take care of myself..." Mary pleaded, and once again, Washuu got the strange feeling that she was being manipulated. "Well, I supp..." Washuu started, but she was interrupted by Ifurita's voice, which sounded unusually flat, even for Ifurita. "Technique #2981: Compulsion, Cataloged, Countered," Ifurita came out of her catalog trance, and her face began to cloud over with anger. She reached out with her power and removed all trace of the compulsion from Washuu, and turned to face Mary. "You will not do that again." "Do what?" Mary looked up, radiating innocence as only she could. "You will not attempt to control my thoughts. You will not attempt to control Washuu's thoughts," Ifurita continued, heedless of Mary's protestations of innocence. "But I didn't do anyth-" Mary started, but her continued protests were interrupted by her mother, who had finally figured out exactly what was going on. "Mary..." Washuu sounded more irritated than she had in a long time, "Go to your room. Now. You are grounded. I will be in to talk to you later." "Washuu, take care of this. I won't let her turn into another Bison. If you don't take care of this, I will." Ifurita reached out with her power, warped space, and was gone. *** Daisuke sat in his dressing room, mentally preparing for the show. Usually, his preparations involved deep breathing and thinking over anything Hiroshi might say. Tonight was different. A stray thought kept interrupting the ritual. Why had he helped Shermie like that? It wasn't that he disliked Shermie, almost the opposite, though he wouldn't admit it openly. But still, helping her cheat to gain a victory was still a bit... out of character. A knock on his door interrupted him from continuing. "Come in" Daisuke looked over at the door, wondering who it was. Sticking her head in, Shermie smiled, "Hi! Can we talk a bit?" Daisuke inwardly gulped a bit, and nodded slowly, "Sure", and stood up, offering her his chair. Shermie walked in, and closed the door. Sitting in the chair, she smiled at Daisuke, "Why did you help me like That, Dai-chan?" Daisuke looked a bit bashful, and stuck his hands in his pockets, "Umm... I'm not really sure..." Shermie's demeanor dropped a bit, her eyes lowering under their concealing bangs, "Oh. I thought... that maybe you cared about me." Daisuke sighed lightly and crouched down near the normally bouncy girl, "Shermie, I'm not entirely sure how I feel about you. There are times when you still scare me. And there are times that I look at you and see a sweet, well meaning, beautiful girl..." Shermie blinked, not that anyone could tell, and looked down at Daisuke, her face slowly smiling again, "Dai-chan?" Inwardly steeling himself, Daisuke pressed on, "What I'm saying Shermie is that, yes, I think I do care for you..." At this, Shermie was practically beaming. With a speed previously reserved for matches, and the pursuit of cute, cuddly things to play with, she launched herself bodily at the young announcer, wrapping her arms around him and giggling, "WAI! I always knew you did! "Shermie... " Daisuke choked out, "I... cant... breathe...." *** Ranma blinked at the package one of the techs had delivered. It was long, nearly as tall as he was, but thin. "Ranma," Akane asked, "What is it?" "Dunno," the young man replied... Opening the attached note, and reading aloud, "Your presence is required for the first match of the evening, the rules will be explained once both parties are in the ring. Open the package for your attire. Jack" Curious, the two martial artists opened the box, and stared at the garment contained within. "Absolutely Not!" Ranma said. *** Ranma marched through the halls, Akane trailing behind. As he reached Jack's office, the young man pounded on the door angrily, his fist denting the wood. "Come in," came the voice from the other side. Storming in, Ranma flung the contents of his box at Jack, "What's the big idea?" Jack grinned, and fingered the offending article, "Ratings, Ranma, ratings...." and with that, the head booker laid out his plans to the young Saotome, who slowly began to smile. *** Meanwhile, in Marlo's dressing room, the Furnyture Savior was reading a similar note, and staring at the his new ring-gear, "No Fucking Way!" *** LIVE! FROM THE Ultradome! THE BIGGEST SPECTACLE IN ANIME AND VIDEO GAME SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT AND IMPROFANFIC! IT'S TIME FOR... { M A G I C A L T R O U B L E S H O O T I N G } { C R O S S O V E R F I G H T I N G } { F E D E R A T I O N } { .-----------. } { | U-L-T-R-A | } { `-----------' } { http://www.mtcffultra.com } Episode 65: Actions have Consequences? Written By: Team No Time (NinjaDebugger, Greg, and Shadra D) MTCFF Ultra Created By: Twoflower Hearing loss is very serious, and steps to prevent it should be taken every day. It has been proven through medical testing that if a person is exposed to a sound of more than 80 decibels for an extended period of time, they will suffer permanent hearing loss. This is the reason why airport employees who work on the runway wear those funny-looking protective headgear, lest they become permanently deaf in less than 30 minutes. ... Apparently, nobody in the Ultradome was aware of this. But, as they say, what you don't know can't hurt you, so the crowd continued to carry on, blissfully unaware of the hazardous-to-your-hearing environment they were in. "HELLOOOOOOO EVERYBODY! Are you ready for some........ ULTRAVIOLENCE?" Can you guess how the crowd responded? Yeah, I knew you could. Hiroshi sat on one of the turnbuckles, grinning like a madman and waving. Daisuke sat in his normal seat and smiled. "Yes, tonight we bring you the 65th episode of Magical Troubleshooting Crossover Fighting Federation Ultra. We have 5 exciting matches ready for you tonight, including-" "TWO- that's right- TWO omega league battles! In the words of Dan Hibiki, OOSHA!" Hiroshi exclaimed, flexing his arm. Daisuke nodded, sweatdropping. "Without further ado, here's Jack Lysias!" Jack strode out to yet another discordant piece of mangled music, his ever- present grin plastered on his face as he held up his mic, and addressed the crowd "Alrighty Boys and girls, since you SEEM ready for the first match, lets get it started.... Ranma! Marla! Come on down, Ladies! Ranma entered first, a slightly embarrassed look on her face. A tight, red mandarin dress, with a slit from ankle to mid-thigh, and a gold sash about the waist, adorned her body. "WOW!" said Hiroshi, jumping from the turnbuckle to the ground. "Ranma is in tit-- I mean, tip-top shape tonight!" Daisuke ignored the slip up, instead giggling at something written on the fight card. Jack smiled, letting the crowd hoot and holler a bit, "That's much better, Now... Marla, Your turn!" Marlo stalked out even more irritated than usual. Her body was covered in a black, spaghetti strap, knee-length prom-dress. The girl scowled at Jack and glared over at Ranma, her usual smart-ass comments lost to her anger, "Spill it, Lysias, why the Hell are we out here like this?" Hiroshi, Daisuke, and the audience howled with laughter. Jacked stepped back, "Ratings, ladies, ratings. You two fighting draws ratings, catfights draw ratings... you two in a catfight... Ho boy are we getting some good numbers! Now for the rules. This is an Evening Gown Match. Upon the opening bell, you two will proceed to pound the snot out of each other, and, in traditional evening gown style, strip each other down to the bare essentials! The girl who manages to strip her opponent down to the undies first, wins... Ready? GO!" and his piece said, Jack got the hell out of dodge. ][ GAMMA MATCH #1: Evening Gown Special ][ Marla VS. Ranma ][ FIGHT! As the opening bell rang, Marla swung into action, a steel chair held high. Ranma ducked the first few swings, dodging rapidly, and sending out exploratory jabs, her fists occasionally making contact with the chair. seeing an opening, the redhead lanced out a kick into Marla's chest, sending the blonde flying backwards. Snarling, Marla charged at Ranma, swinging wildly. Ranma jumped back, avoiding the chair, and landed lightly on the top rope, "Missed me, Marla!" "Yeah?" came the angry reply from the blonde girl, "Stay still then!" With her chair held high, Marla ran screaming towards her opponent. Ranma smirked, and jumped off the ropes as Marla swung, back flipping down to the floor. Marla's chair slammed down onto he ropes, and immediately shot back up, slingshotted into the blondes face. As Marla staggered back, holding her head, Ranma leaned down and pulled up the ring apron. Looking under the ring, the red-head smiled, and pulled out a shinai. Taking a short practice swing, she slid back into he ring, and stood a few feet from Marla, waiting for the girl to turn around. Marla, still a bit groggy from her self-inflicted chair shot, turned around, and was promptly pasted by a shinai to the gut. As the other girl doubled over, Ranma smirked, and made ready for another swing. but as she launched her attack, the shinai was met by a floor lamp. Marla stood up, and twirled her new weapon like Darth Maul, "Bring it on." Ranma smirked, and held her shinai high, "Consider it brung." Shinai met lamp, Ranma swinging high and low as Marla made use of her longer weapon, treating it as a staff. "Shouldn't he say 'consider it brought'?" asked Hiroshi, sitting on the edge of the announcer's table. Daisuke shrugged. Marla hooked Ranma's weapon aside, and swung the base of her lap into the redheads shin, Ranma bit back a curse, and hopped around a bit, only to have the base of a floor lamp driven into her chest. Ranma flew back, and landed in the corner. Smirking, Marla came over, and grabbed the lower part of Ranma's dress, giving it a hard yank. The red silk ripped, baring Ranma's leg up to the middle of her thighs. As Marla stood int he middle of the ring, gloating over the piece of silk, Ranma kicked herself to a standing position, and smiled at the blonde girl "Hey, thanks, it's much easier to move now," and charged her, a flurry of punches and kicks flying at Marla. the blonde flew back. Taken by surprise and unable to counter attack, she threw her arms up to defend herself from the onslaught. Ranma smiled, and threw a strong kick to Marla's midsection, sending the furniture warrior flying into a corner. Marla hit hard, her head bouncing into the turnbuckle, knocking her loopy for a moment. Ranma smiled and reached down, grabbing Marla by one leg, and pulling her into the middle of the ring. Nudging the girl with her foot, she rolled Marla over onto her belly, and stood over her, reaching down and grasping at the dress. But as she stooped down, she stopped, her ears catching a sound. Standing back up, she looked around, and saw only the crowd, cheering its head off. The young martial artist threw one hand into he air, making a beckoning gesture to the crowd. her head nodded up and down slowly, almost asking the audience for its permission to continue as the crowd's cheering grew louder. This proved to be a mistake, giving Marla the time to recover, and the warrior capitalized on this by swinging a decorative glass vase up into Ranma's face as the redhead stooped down again. The glass shattered, and Ranma stepped back, cursing angrily as she held her face, blood beginning to well up from numerous small cuts. The redhead lowered her hands, a crimson stream flowing down her face at .7 Muta, her blue eyes gleaming under the mask as she stared at Marla. The furniture warrior's brown eyes glared back. Shaking her head, Ranma charged the blonde, but her fists were blocked by a wooden deck chair. Marla reared back, and swung overhead. Ranma kicked high, her foot meeting the chair in midair, splintering it. Spinning back, she brought a knee into Marla's stomach. As the blonde girl stooped over, Ranma stepped to the side and placed a double axe handle blow between Marla's shoulders, dropping the girl to the floor. Wasting no time, Ranma reached down and grabbed a handful of dress, yanking hard. The black fabric gave way, ripping down off of Marla's body. As the bell rang, Marla snarled and stood up, giving the audience a good shot of her body, clad only in a pair of Calvin Klein briefs. As one collective being, the male audience wiped their nose. "This isn't over Saotome!" she spat, and ran from the ring, hands desperately covering her body as she fled backstage. Ranma stood in the middle of the ring, using the tattered remnants of Marla's dress to wipe the blood from her face, and held it up high as the ring announcer declared her the victor. "Well, that was quite a match... do you have a handkerchief I could borrow, Daisuke?" "I'm using it at the moment, Hiroshi." "Ahh." Hiroshi turned around to face the audience. "Does anyone have a handkerchief I could borrow?" The reply came in the form of 498 handkerchiefs, a towel, and some boxer shorts. >From beneath the pile, Hiroshi gave a mumbled "Thank you..." *** "Aaaand we're BACK!" shouted the ever enthusiastic clone known as Hiroshi. Seemingly recovered from his nosebleed, he was standing on the pile of handkerchiefs (+one towel and a pair of boxer shorts), waving to the crowd. His less enthusiastic (and also recovered) partner, Daisuke, remained seated in his chair and rolled his eyes. "Yes, we're back, and-" "Have we got a match for YOU!" Hiroshi interrupted. "My buddy Daisuke here will tell you all about it!" Daisuke nodded, continuing. "Anyway, tonight we have the Roadbusters fighting against Bison's Busters, consisting of Sagat and-" "A mystery fighter! Isn't this incredible, folks?" The crowd screamed in delight. Hiroshi beamed, truly in his element. Sighing and turning off his mic, Daisuke asked, "Hiroshi, would you like to announce this fight, or may I continue?" Hiroshi shook his head, saying, "It's all yours, buddy!" and finally sat down on his Hanky Horde. Daisuke mumbled something under his breath and turned his mic back on. "Bean Bandit of the Roadbusters had demanded a rematch after his defeat the show before last week's due to his curse. We'll see if he can-" "HERE THEY COME, FOLKS! THE ROADBUSTERS!" screamed Hiroshi, jumping on to the announcer's table and pointing. Daisuke peered at his partner and just shook his head. The Roadbusters appeared at the top of the ramp, for once not striding in triumphantly. Bean was still the Hardcore champion, Tifa was her normal bubbly self, but the large Thermos of hot water that Bean carried put a damper on their normally enthusiastic entrance. Bean's curse, Spring of Drowned Shiny Object Lover, had cost them the match last time, when they should have been able to beat Sagat, who faced them without a partner. They walked down the ramp almost sedately, waving to the fans, but not playing up to them as usual, "You sure this is going to be enough water, Teef?" "It should be." Tifa got a little more into the act, waving more vigorously, and almost giving the front row fanboys a bad case of whiplash. She jumped up into the ring. Bean made a show of lifting up the apron and checking underneath the ring, shouting, "Hello, is there anybody in here?" before climbing onto the apron. The music changed to a darker theme, and Sagat appeared at the top of the ramp. Oddly enough, he did not seem to have a partner with him. He strode confidently down the ramp, once more heedless of his apparent handicap.' Daisuke blinked. "Isn't he supposed to have a new partner? Unless he's going to fight alone again as he did last time. He's certainly capable of holding his own, but I'm pretty sure this card says that he-" "Look folks, he's stopped in front of the ring! What could he be up to this time?" Sagat neared the ring, but made no move to enter. Instead, he made a beckoning gesture off to the side, towards the audience. Hiroshi gasped. "Is his new partner in the audience? How incredible! How amazing!" Daisuke eyed his partner. "It's been done before, you know." Shrugging, Hiroshi said, "Yeah, but it's still cool. Wait! What's he doing now?" Sagat motioned for a mic, and received one in short order. "Meet my new partner. This time, I don't have to put up with one of Bison's experiments. Vega, come on down." A tall man with light brown hair responded to Sagat's call. He grabbed a duffel from the floor at his feet, and his Ultra 72 ounce soda, and hopped over the barrier. He opened the bag, withdrew a steel mask and a vicious looking claw. Hiroshi gasped again. "What's this? The ref is approaching Vega! He's demanding the claw!" "Yes, according to Lambda rules, you cannot use objects with sharp edges, and Vega's claws certainly fall under that ca-" "It looks like he's saying Vega can't use the claw! And Vega's actually putting the claw away! How incredible, folks! What an idea!" Daisuke sighed. "Yes, isn't it just a shock when one of our fighters actually follows the rules?" "Yeah, but these are BISON'S Busters, Dai!" Vega stopped outside the ring, next to Sagat, and surveyed his opposition. The big man looked like he could take a hit from a truck and keep moving. The girl, not to his taste, but probably a hit with the weak minded fans of this silly show. The way they're standing implies some sort of closeness, most likely, they're lovers. The girl is starting, but she won't be much of a challenge, I'll use her to get a rise out of the big man. Get him angry and he won't be a challenge at all. Vega took the mic from Sagat, and spoke, "So, these are our opponents?" He turned his gaze towards Bean, "The big one is rather... dirty looking." He paused, and turned his gaze on Tifa, "The girl though, she looks... positively delicious." The screams of the fans seemed to agree with him that yes, Tifa did indeed look quite delicious. Vega hopped into the ring, handed his soda to Sagat, and waited. "Tifa, lemme start, I wanna tear this guy a new one. Dirty, bah!" Bean started to climb into the ring. "Oh no you don't, Beanie, he's underestimating me, and I'm gonna make him pay. By the time I'm done with him, he's going to wish he'd never looked at me," Tifa pressed Bean back outside the ring, and signaled the ref to start the match. ][ LAMBDA MATCH #1 ][ The Roadbusters VS. Bison's Busters ][ FIGHT! Tifa wasted no time, rushing forward with her fist extended in a punch. Vega leaned to one side, reached forward, grabbed her wrist, and spun her around, catching her in his arms, "Well hello there, beautiful. Planning on staying for a while?" "And Vega's taking a different route to victory it seems!" Hiroshi yelled into the mic. Vega closed his legs just in time to avoid Tifa's foot, and he pushed her away, "That's not nice, little lady, you shouldn't hit a guy there." Tifa jumped back to her feet, and backed off as she readied a spell, "Fire 1!" Vega jumped back and to the side, but appeared unperturbed, not even bothering to pull down his mask, "Ooh, we've got a hot one here! Why don't you ditch the big guy, so we can go backstage?" He tapped his foot to emphasize his boredom. Tifa charged forward again, launching herself upward at the last second, and coming down in a kick that would have hurt quite a lot, had Vega actually been hit by it. Instead, Vega caught her out of midair, cradled her in his arms, and stole a kiss. Then he unceremoniously dropped her on the floor, near her own corner. The audience gasped. Daisuke made a face. "How--" "How SCANDALOUS!" Jumping from the tabletop to the floor next to it, Hiroshi yelled, "And right in front of Bean, too! Boy, he looks mad, doesn't he, Daisuke?" "Yes he does, Hiroshi. Now, will you sit down please?" Bean leaned over the ropes, reaching toward his partner, "Teef! Lemme at this guy, I'm gonna tear him apart!" "Yes, go tag your partner in, I'd hate to have to hurt such a pretty lil thing," Vega strolled back to his corner and retrieved his soda. "No way Beanie, this guy's all mine." Tifa made to cast another spell, and she failed to notice Bean's light tag on her shoulder. She did notice, however, when the referee stepped in front of her, forcing her out of the ring. "You scrawny, pathetic, Casanova wannabe! I'll-" Bean started, but was interrupted by Vega's half full soda, which impacted his face, broke open, and drenched him from the shoulders up. In the corner, Sagat just shook his head. Vega pulled his mask into place, and turned his head so that it glinted dangerously. "Oh shit." Tifa grabbed the Thermos, opened it, and launched hot water at Bean. Daisuke grimaced. "Well this certainly can't be good. After being cursed in a Jusenkyou spring a few episodes back, Bean Bandit is now attracted to shiny objects when splashed with cold water." Bean noticed the gleam of the nice metal mask, and with a cry of "SHINY!" he darted forward just in time to miss the spray of hot water from Tifa. He grabbed at the mask, and like a lecher all over a scantily clad woman, he seemed to be nothing but arms. Vega tried to fend off Bean's grabbing hands, but the cursed man was implacable, grabbing for the mask and tearing it off. Bean retreated to a corner of the mat, leaving Vega in his own corner. Vega wiped his face with the back of his hand, and saw a red streak. He prodded around his face for a moment, until he found it, a small scratch just under his left eye, and his face clouded over with anger. He launched himself at Bean, opening with a vicious kick to the groin, and working his way upwards from there. He worked Bean over with the strength and speed of a madman, previously seen only in freaks like Iori. "NO!" Tifa jumped over the ropes and into the ring to stop the beating. "Tiger!" Sagat's blast swatted Tifa out of the air, knocking her back out of the ring. She fell all the way to the ground, landed badly, and did not move. In the ring, the beating continued. Vega attacked as only a madman can, with no concern for his own defense. Fortunately for him, Bean was incapable of putting up a coherent defense, let alone attacking. A dull crack signaled the breaking of a rib, and the referee saw fit to step in, trying to get Vega to back off. This proved to be a mistake, as Vega backhanded the ref out of the ring, and went back to beating on Bean. "Oh my god, get security out here, he's gonna kill Bean! Oh, the humanity!" screamed Hiroshi. The security guys came tromping down the ramp, but did not have a chance to get involved, as Vega decided he'd had enough, and threw Bean out of the ring, right on top of Tifa. Vega picked up his mask from where Bean had dropped it, put it in the duffel with his claw, and jumped out of the ring. "That was... immature, Vega." Sagat walked up the ramp with his partner. "He cut my face. Such an offense is unforgivable." "And there, folks, you have it! Bean's fight for redemption was in vain!" said Hiroshi, finally sitting back down. "And so was his opponent Vega, it seems. Honestly, there wasn't a reason to get so worked up about a little scratch, right?" Daisuke said, glancing at his partner. "Absolutely correct, Daisuke! People can get worked up about anything these days, you know?" exclaimed Hiroshi, grinning. Daisuke sweatdropped slightly and eyed his partner. "... Yes. Yes they certainly can." Shaking his head, he turned to the camera and said, "We'll be right back after this, folks." *** Mary sat in her room, staring at the wall. She was confused. She didn't know whether to feel bad or feel angry. How can it be a bad thing for her to help people? If she has the power to do it, shouldn't she? Sighing, Mary picked up her Dan plushie and hugged it. It wasn't fair.. "Mary?" came Washuu's voice through her door. "May I come in?" Oh yeah, Washuu-mama wanted to talk to her. "Yes.." She didn't bother to turn around. Mary could hear the door swing open, and soft footsteps on the carpet approaching her. She continued to face the wall, even as she felt the bed shift under her from the added weight. There was still silence for a while as each of them tried to think of what to say. Finally, Mary felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around. Washuu was looking at her and smiling slightly. "Mary..." "I'M SORRY!" Mary said, eyes tearing up. "I'm sorry, Washuu-mama! I was just trying to help people! I didn't know it was wrong.. I-" "Shhh.." Washuu said as she hugged the little girl close to her. "It's alright now.. " Mary began to sob as Washuu patted her back. The poor child hadn't really been punished before, so this was a new and unpleasant experience for her. "Shhh.." she said again, letting the girl cry herself out. They sat quietly with each other for a while. When the sobs became few and far between, Washuu gently pushed Mary back and looked her in the eye. "Mary, as you undoubtedly know, you are different than the other people around here. You have abilities that are unusual and can be dangerous." Mary began to protest, but Washuu put a finger on her mouth. "Shh, Mary, let me finish. I know you were trying to help people, but there's something that you need to know. Human beings-" Washuu paused, thinking of the CyberGrrlz- "-err, people have something that is very precious to them. It's called free will. It's the ability to make all decisions and choices for themselves. Now, some people make bad decisions or do bad things because of this, but even so, it's something that you simply cannot take away from them. Do you understand?" Mary sniffled. "I think so.." Washuu nodded. "Good. Now, this power you have... You mustn't use it until you truly understand what you can do. When you are older, you are going to have to make very important decisions regarding your use of this power. I hope that when you truly understand the responsibility this power comes with you will make wise choices about using it." Nodding, Mary said, "Ok Washuu-mama." "Good. Now, I want you to stay in your room for a little while longer, just so you can think good and hard about what you've done. I'll talk to you again later, ok?" Mary nodded again and said, "Yes, Washuu-mama." Washuu hugged her again and stood up. "That's my good girl." She walked across the room and out the door, closing it quietly behind her. In the silence, Mary looked around her room at the various Ultra paraphernalia decorating it and sighed. Laying down on her bed, she stared at her ceiling and thought hard. Very hard. *** "Yes indeed. Tonight we have Lina fighting our newest Omega competitor Duo Maxwell in his mecha, the Deathscythe." Hiroshi appeared to be pondering something. "Say, Daisuke.. why is it called the 'Deathscythe'? I mean, you'd think his weapon would be called the 'Deathscythe', being a scythe and all, but the mecha should be something scarier.. like..umm.. like 'Evil Wheat Farmer' or something like that." Daisuke just stared at him. "... wh-" "Hey look, the match is starting!" said Hiroshi, pointing at the UltraTron. *** Generic frozen Wasteland #2... as desolations go, it was, well, desolate... A second portal flashed into existence, and out stepped Lina Inverse, who looked around, and shivered in the cold. Not needing a portal, Goku flashed in front of the two combatants, "You know the rules, destruction of the planet is a technical foul? Ready?" Upon the nods of both combatants, he smiled, shouted "Begin!" and floated up into the sky to watch the fun. Deathscythe took flight, rapidly approaching Lina as its pilot shouted gleefully, "Get ready Inverse! Here comes the God of Death!" Lina smirked and dodged a stroke from he beamscythe, "I've killed gods, or things that are close enough, kid, and you're no god! Flare Arrow!" the spell shot out, clipping Deathscythe's left arm. The Gundam fell, and inside, Duo smirked, "Not bad..." and righted his mecha. "Raywing!" Lina flew away from the Gundam, followed closely by a barrage from Deathscythe's shoulder mounted vulcan cannons. "Ack!" shouted the redheaded sorceress, momentarily river-dancing in a mid-air attempt at dodging fast moving bits of metal. "Defense!" The blade of the beamscythe crashed into Lina's hastily summoned shield, sending the small girl flying across the sky, unable to adequately absorb the momentum, and weakened from her hasty use of White Magic. Inside the relative safety of his cockpit, Duo smirked, and cued the PA, "Nice toy, Little girl... but it only delays the inevitable!" Lina blinked... twice in fact, "Little Girl? I'm older than you!" Duo thought, "Yeah... well... I'm TALLER!" Lina scowled, "No you aren't, we're the same height!" "Are not!" Duo yelled, popping out of his cockpit and shaking a fist at Lina, his braid fairly bristling. Lina floated down to eye level, "Listen Maxwell, I say we are, so we are!" High above the scene of the 'fight', Goku blinked, and watched the two argue... "Ara..." "..." said Daisuke. "..." commented Hiroshi. "..." went the collective audience. *** Back in her room, Mary sat, pouting and thinking. She wanted to help those people, it just felt right. If it felt right, how could it be wrong? So why was mama so mad? She'd said something about free will, but that didn't make any sense? Sighing, she opened her door, and called out, "Washuu-mama?" Washuu stepped over, "Yes Mary?" she asked, her face still set sternly. "If..if I undo what I did, can I come out and finish Ultra?" Mary asked, looking hopeful. Washuu thought for a moment, and shook her head, "You won't be watching Ultra tonight, regardless. If you understand what you did, and why it was wrong, then you'll make the right decision. I trust you." Washuu backed out of the room, closed the door, and leaned exhaustedly against the wall. "That... was hard. I just hope that she'll make the right decision." She took a moment to gather her wits, and then rejoined her guests to watch the rest of Ultra. In her room, Mary went back to thinking. *** The argument raged on, neither participant giving way "Are too!" "Are Not!" "ARE TOO!" "ARE NOT!" Finally Lina got fed up, as was her wont, backed off a short distance, aimed, and fired. "Flare Arrow!" A nicely toasted Duo staggered back into his cockpit, signaled for it to close, and took up the attack again. Duo bracketed Lina once again with his vulcan cannons, and swept his beamscythe down the middle. "Defense!" Once more, Lina was sent flying downward by the sheer momentum of the blade, and her power, being used up at a frightening rate by her repeated use of that spell, faltered for a moment, sending her crashing to the ground. Duo slammed to the ground beside her, barely avoiding crushing Lina with Deathscythe's massive foot. He brought his mecha's massive beamscythe to bear, holding it far enough above her that he could be sure of not killing her accidentally. Goku hovered nearby, not so sure of the Gundam pilot's skills. *** Mary perched on the edge of her bed, swinging her legs, and thinking hard. She was a bright child, especially as concerns ethical matters, and before long, her face brightened as she reached a conclusion. Naturally assuming she had the right answer, she put it into action immediately, her power doing the hard work for her. *** Back at Generic Frozen Wasteland #2, Lina was having no luck getting away from Duo. The Gundam pilot displayed incredible control over that ridiculous beamscythe of his, keeping it less than a yard above Lina, and keeping it at that distance in spite of Lina's attempts to roll, crawl, or slide out of the way. Slightly irritated at his opponent's stubborn refusal to give up, Duo opened the external speakers, "You aren't getting away, Lina. Just give up, so I don't have to kill you." Goku floated closer, ready to keep Lina from being killed. "You going to surrender, Miss Inverse?" In her mind, Lina felt something give, and the words to the Dragon Slave began to surface. "Hell no, I've got everything under control!" Lina began to ready her most powerful general use spell, and just as the first words were about to pass her lips, she hesitated. A child, and a small favor. Maybe the kid was right. She was in a rut, and it was time to break out. She wracked her brain, trying to jump herself out of the rut and find another solution. A moment later, her expression became one of sadistic glee, as she found the perfect solution. Maneuvering slightly to get into the right position, completely ignoring the beamscythe blade hovering just above her, she concentrated, building power. When the moment was right, she unleashed the power, shouting the spell, "DYNAST BREATH!" Before Duo could get Deathscythe to move, ice covered the mecha in sheets, completely encasing it, keeping even the incredibly powerful Gundam from moving. Hastily moving out from under the blade, Lina waited for Goku to begin the count. "... Nine! TEN! I declare Lina Inverse the winner of this battle!" Goku called the match, and then waited for Lina to thaw Duo. Almost absently, Lina flung a fireball of unusual size, melting enough of the ice to allow the straining Gundam to break free. "Victory!" Lina posed for the camera. *** Daisuke blinked. "What a... childis-" "CHILLING end there, folks! That was amazing! Frozen like a Mechsicle! 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So, order your set of Ultra Collector's plates now, and own this valuable collector's item today! *** "WEEEEEEEEELCOME BACK!" yelled Hiroshi into his mic. The crowd cheered. "Our next MATCH is going to be HOTTER than one of Lina's FIREBALLS! Yessir, the Man wit' da Fan, Tasuki, is going up against the fiery young fighter of the Yagami clan, Iori! Can you feel the HEAT, folks!" "I'm sure they can, Hiroshi. I'm sure they can. Now, can we stop with the puns?" Daisuke said. Hiroshi opened his mouth to say something, but Daisuke gave him a harsh look. "Don't even think about it." At the top of the ramp, the orange-haired bandit appeared, smirking. There were no special effects for his entrance, he simply stepped into the arena with an air of badassness around him. Waving to the noisy audience, he jogged down to the ring and motioned for a mic. "Hey! Who want's t' see me kick that punk's ass, eh?" asked the fire-haired bandit. >From the audience's response, a great many people did. Grinning, Tasuki returned the mic and jumped into the ring. "And here comes Iori, folks! He looks angry!" exclaimed Hiroshi. Daisuke sweatdropped. "Hiroshi, Iori is ALWAYS angry." "Come on, wor-" "DON'T. YOU. DARE." Grunge metal then started playing over the Ultradome sound system, a series of red pyrotechnics punctuating Iori's arrogant stride as he walked down to ringside. Grabbing a mic, he said, "Just shut your mouth and back up those words, asshole." Tasuki stuck his tongue out at Iori as the bell rang for the fight to begin. ][ GAMMA GRUDGE MATCH #1 ][ Iori VS. Tasuki ][ FIGHT! With a quiet "hmph," Iori swung his arm forward, sending a crackling crimson fire racing across the mat towards Tasuki. Grinning, Tasuki jumped over the stream of flame while drawing his fan from its strap. "Ya like t' play with fire, do ya?" he asked. "Then lemme give ya some!" Tasuki swung the arm holding the fan in a large arch, shouting, "LEKKA SHINEN!" A stream of flame streaked from the edge of the tessen towards Iori. Iori blocked the arc of fire, which singed his sleeve in the process, then lunged forward, swinging his forearm up to smack Tasuki's guard wide open. His face was set in a grimace. He wasn't even bothering with the usual trash-talk. With Tasuki's guard open from his jump, Iori capitalized on this, landing another forearm blow and sending Tasuki flying back, then leapt forward and delivered a double-handed chop to send Tasuki crashing to the mat at the foot of one of the ring posts. Tasuki hid his surprise and pain behind a fanged grin as he got up, leaning on the ring post. "So, y' got somethin' after all, do ya?" Laughing, Tasuki stood upright, then rushed forward at Iori, his tessen already swinging at the other boy's stomach. Iori looked somewhere between bored and irritated as he sidestepped Tasuki's rush and, grabbing the orange-haired loudmouth, propelled him across the ring into the ropes. Bouncing off the ropes, Tasuki used the momentum to slam into Iori, bashing him on the head with his tessen. Iori made his first sound since the match started, namely a growl ... then spun into an rising, twirling, fiery uppercut. The bandit was flung backwards into a turnbuckle and fell to the mat. "It's Iori's Oniyaki technique! Looks like Tasuki's in for some trouble, don't you think, Daisuke?" Hiroshi said, grinning. "It would seem so, Hiroshi. The bandit seems to be getting more than he bargained for. I don't think he'll be-" "Look at that," Hiroshi interrupted,"He's getting up! Folks, this guy is tough!" Daisuke grumbled and hit his head on the table, muttering. Smoking a little bit, Tasuki grimaced as he stood up, realizing that he couldn't take this too lightly. Baring his fangs, the fire-haired bandit rushed at Iori once again, but at the last minute ducked down and took the boy's legs out from under him. "I ain't done playin' yet, boy." Iori's eyes narrowed as he got back up, not having expected the leg sweep. "Stop calling me 'boy,'" he spat. "I've been here for months; you just arrived last week." He lashed out with clawed hands, striking at the bandit's chest. "And *you* are the boy in this ring ... not me." He punctuated the comment with a kick. Tasuki was able to dodge the chest strike, but took the kick in his side. Grunting, he trapped Iori's leg between his arm and his side as he slammed the butt of the tessen into it. Iori snarled in pain, whipping a hand out to claw across Tasuki's face, even adding a little flame to the swipe. Daisuke winced. "Making Iori mad is NOT a good idea, folks. We'll see if Tasuki can deal with the rage of an irate Iori Yagami." Leaning back, Tasuki dropped Iori's leg and barely dodged the strike, but he got singed a bit anyway. "I need t' finish this. LEKKA SHINEN!" he yelled, swinging the tessen at Iori, flames bursting from the fan. Iori blocked the flames. "I couldn't agree more. Enough playing!!" He lunged at Iori attacked while the bandit was recovering from his swing, and ripped into him with a lightning-fast series of claw swipes, finishing by locking his hands onto Tasuki's shoulders and channeling his flames into an explosive blast. This proved to be too much for the bandit. He flew into a turnbuckle and slumped to the ground, unmoving. The ref then began the ten-count. "Well, it looks like Iori's Maiden Masher was just too much for-" Hiroshi gasped, interrupting Daisuke again. "What a move! I don't think Tasuki's going to be able to get up from that one! Not many people can resist the Maiden Masher!" Iori just glowered at the fallen bandit, waiting out the ten-count. If Tasuki moved .... well, he wasn't going to hit the bandit again while he's still down... even if he is a loudmouthed idiot. Soon enough, however, the ref finished the ten-count as Tasuki smouldered in the corner. Hiroshi shook his head. "That's too bad!" he said, "What a disappointment for Tasuki!" Daisuke nodded. "Perhaps he'll get revenge some other time." Iori let his arm get raised by the ref, then headed up the ramp, his customary foul mood alleviated a little by the chance to beat up a too-loudmouthed punk. Stopping on the way to grab a mic, he said, "That was pointless. Perhaps Ranma can give me a challenge sometime.. though I doubt it." He threw the mic to the ground and walked out. Daisuke blinked. "Well, from once challenge to the next.. Anyway, next up we ha- -" "We have a SUPER Omega match up for you next, folks! It's gonna be GREAT! Want to tell them about it, Daisuke?" Rolling his eyes, Daisuke said, "No, go ahead, Hiroshi." Blinking, Hiroshi shrugged. "Alright then, if you insist! Next up we have IFURITA and B-KO going at it like... like.. uh..." "Like what, Hiroshi?" "Ahh... Like two really powerful Omega fighters! That's what!" "... sometimes you really amaze me, Hiroshi." "Thank you, I thought it was pretty clever myself!" Daisuke sweatdropped. "We'll.. be right back..." *** Humming softly to herself, Mary sat on her bed, looking through her Official Ultra Stickerbook. It looked like she needed more Dan stickers... There was a knock on her door. "Mary?" came Washuu's muffled voice. Still humming, Mary got off her bed and walked over to the door. She opened it. "Yes, Washuu-mama?" Washuu knelt down and hugged the small girl. "I'm very proud of you, Mary. You did the right thing." Hugging her mother back, she said, "I know.. somehow, I know." *** "AAAAAAAAAAAND we're BACK!" shouted Daisuke from his announcer's chair for once. Daisuke gave him a very concerned look. "Hiroshi.." Hiroshi blinked innocently. "Yes?" "... why is your chair on top of the table?" Indeed, Hiroshi's chair was perched on the top of the announcer's table, giving the cameraman a conniption trying to get both announcers in one shot. "Why, so I can see the action better, Daisuke!" "... but they're going to be fighting somewhere else. It will be shown on the UltraTron." "Yes, but it's all the way up there! I wanted to get closer!" "..." "Just w-" "I'll hurt you if you say it." "-ait until you see this amazing match, folks! Here comes Ifurita now!" *** Ifurita appeared at the top of the ramp, and strode slowly down to the ring to await her opponent. She did not acknowledge the crowd, and the crowd roared all the louder for it, trying to get her to notice them. She took up a position near the portal, and turned to face the entrance ramp. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!" A gigantic pillar of purple flame immolated the top of the ramp, sending an impressive array of fireworks shooting over the crowd. From the flames walked B-ko, giving the fans an impressive show in her custom battle bikini. She hovered lightly over the floor, and floated slowly down the ramp to greet her opponent. "So, you think you can stand up to my latest creation, inferior android?" B-ko taunted, hovering just out of Ifurita's reach. She grabbed a microphone, wanting to announce her latest triumph to the whole Ultradome. "The product of my technological genius and Sephiroth-sama's magic. Behold, the Lobo Alpha!" The pillar of flame behind her changed shape, and revealed itself to be a large, flaming wolf. "I have seen this beast before. It is from one of Mary's programs... Rayearth." B-ko's face clouded over with irritation, "This is not some silly robot from a children's show! This is Lobo Alpha, product of the love between myself and Sephiroth-sama!" "Enter the portal, peasant wench, that I may show you the superiority of my engineering!" B-ko strode through the portal, triggering the control to bring her mecha through after her. The gigantic flaming wolf lolled up to the portal in a very... wolflike fashion, amazingly articulated for a machine, and gave the appearance of squeezing through. The combatants arrived on the surface of a generic barren wasteland, their referee for the match, Krillin, hovering overhead. He waited for B-ko to enter her chosen weapon for the night, and then signaled the fight to begin, "You know the rules, ladies, destruction of the world or universe is a technical foul. Fight!" ][ OMEGA MATCH #2 ][ Ifurita VS. B-ko Daitokuji ][ FIGHT! B-ko opened with a bang, running her mecha upwards at a steep angle, and the mecha began to change. Its form slid smoothly from wolf to giant, armored man in a single stride, and then there was an armored knight charging Ifurita, massive sword in hand. Ifurita dodged inside the arc of the massive sword easily, swooping inside B- ko's defenses and striking for the elbow of the giant machine's sword arm. The great machine flailed, trying to get the tiny insect that was Ifurita out of its personal space, but Ifurita stubbornly refused to leave. Again and again she struck, using her staff to strike at the joints of B-ko's latest creation. Inside the cockpit, B-ko was frantic, signaling for her mecha to swing over and over, frantic to keep the monster that was her opponent away from her joints. She took the time to look at her damage display, however, and noted that while Ifurita was striking at many different points, she wasn't doing any appreciable damage. Outside the mecha, Ifurita was beginning to notice the same thing. Repeated attempts to savage the joints of the mechanical monstrosity had failed to do more than scratch the paint. She continued buzzing annoyingly around inside the machine's personal space, and considered for a moment. Upping the ante, she aimed carefully and struck once more, "Shotokan School Martial Arts: Hadoken." The ball of energy slammed into Lobo Alpha's shoulder like a rocket, rattling the cockpit, but doing very little damage. Ifurita frowned. Her lower level hand to hand style attacks were doing very little good. She upped the ante again. Still buzzing around like an annoying idea, she spoke again, "Anthem." Missiles of pure magic lanced into the great mecha, leaving behind holes in the armor, and doing untold damage to the internal systems. "OOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO! Your pathetic magics cannot hurt my wonderful Lobo Alpha!" B-ko taunted from her place at the helm. Again, Ifurita took aim and spoke, calling up another technique copied from Dark Schneider, "Rai Boh." Missiles once more lashed out from her staff, but these missiles were of pure lightning, and far more powerful than the earlier ones. They pierced the hull easily, shorting out systems, dimming the cockpit lights, and giving B-ko a good buzz as they fizzled against the cockpit defenses. Damage indicators lit up the dimmed cockpit like a Christmas tree, blinking their maddening patterns that could not be ignored. Frantic to do something, B-ko lashed out with Lobo Alpha's left arm, missing exactly as intended, as Ifurita dodged directly into her following slash with her mecha's gigantic sword. Forced to attempt a block, Ifurita raised her staff, but the sheer momentum of the sword was too much to overcome. The staff managed not to break, instead forcing Ifurita's arms back, slamming into her chest, and knocking her tumbling through the sky. Lobo Alpha charged, sending a fiery blast to precede it, and slammed into Ifurita before she could stabilize herself, sending her flying again, though the blast did not hurt her in the least. Once more, the great mecha charged forward, winding up like a baseball player, and swinging all the power of its arms and engine. Unable to dodge effectively, Ifurita was batted across the sky like a cat toy, plunging downward all the while, only to stop when she encountered a stray mountain, creating an impressive impact crater and kicking up a large mushroom cloud of dust. "Wretch! You cannot stand against my beautiful creation! OOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!" B-ko roared through the mandatory loudspeakers on Lobo Alpha. The dust settled slowly to the ground, revealing Ifurita, mostly undamaged, still laying on the ground. Krillin flew in quickly, and began the count. "1!" "You need not do that, Referee." Ifurita opened her eyes, though she did not yet bother to move, "I am still quite operational." "Sorry, I gotta keep counting as long as you don't move. 2!" Krillin continued. Ifurita floated into the air, righted her body, and turned to face B-ko. She leveled her power staff at the looming mecha, and spoke, "Barvolt." The blast of lightning rocketed through the air towards Lobo Alpha, too quickly for B-ko to trigger enough movement to dodge. Electricity coursed through the onboard systems, destroying some of the more delicate ones, like the external loudspeaker. Still, the mecha floated, and shortly it began to move, charging downward at Ifurita. Krillin beat a hasty retreat out of the impact zone, but Ifurita stood calmly and waited. As the mecha loomed closer, Ifurita raised her staff once more, and called out "Absolute Terror Field." The Lobo Alpha slammed into the AT field with a vengeance, driving Ifurita downward several feet towards the ground. The AT field showed no weakness, however, and soon all the momentum from the charge was spent, and Ifurita floated still, completely unperturbed. Reaching out with her power, she twisted space, and teleported to a range suitable for her more powerful techniques. It was obvious that _this_ mecha, at least, wasn't going to come apart easily. B-ko spun the mecha around, searching the skies for her opponent, and quickly found her, high above the ground. realizing that she had no time to waste, she sent the Lobo Alpha rocketing upwards at its maximum capacity toward Ifurita, sword ready for another massive blow. Again, Ifurita waited for B-ko to close the distance. Just before she got within striking distance, Ifurita reached out once more, twisting space for a short range teleport. As B-ko rocketed upwards, still trying to control her momentum, Ifurita pulled out one of the big guns. "Ultima." A sickly green sphere encased the Lobo Alpha. Through the translucent light, the Lobo Alpha could still be seen, and it appeared to be taking no damage, protected as it was by Sephiroth's magic. B-ko urged her creation out of the rapidly shrinking sphere of light, and sped towards her opponent. Once more, Ifurita waited until B-ko was nearly in range to teleport away to safe distance. She waited for the mecha to slow its headlong charge before speaking again. "Rammstein." Nothing happened for a moment, and then the tortured screams of snapping metal filled the air. Lobo Alpha's left hand tore away from its wrist, and was quickly followed by the rest of the arm. Its feet and legs tore themselves apart from the inside, dropping away from the rapidly decomposing mecha and impacting the ground far below. Still more tortured shrieks marked the demise of the right arm, dropping the gigantic flaming sword. The torso began to disintegrate, and B-ko abandoned her doomed creation. The remains of Lobo Alpha fell to the ground, kicking up a huge cloud of dust. B-ko seethed in midair, clad only in her battle bikini as her latest creation fell to the ground, wracked by internal explosions, "Insolent wretch! How dare you destroy my beautiful Lobo!" B-ko flew backwards, getting herself some room, and launched a volley of missiles. "Gunsn-roh." Ifurita dropped Darshu's wall of fire in front of the missiles, the intense heat detonating them before they could punch through the wall. She failed to notice the pair of lasers that B-ko had fired under the arc of the missiles, however, and was struck squarely by them. There was no visible effect on the area where the lasers hit. "Technique #242: Coherent Light Beam, Technique Already Cataloged, Reflect." A thick beam of light lanced out from the tip of Ifurita's staff, burning through the air. B-ko was already in motion, however, and dodged handily. She flew at top speed toward Ifurita, not even bothering to take evasive maneuvers against the possibility of counterattack. B-ko sped toward Ifurita, lasers blasting to cover her screaming advance. Ifurita dodged the blasts of light calmly, leaving less than an inch to spare between herself and the blasts, and spoke. "Shotokan Style Martial Arts: Shoryuken," and as soon as the insane mecha engineer came into range, unleashed the blow, catching her under the chin, and sending her rocketing upwards. Ifurita soared upward after her, and as B-ko began to reverse course, she spoke again. "Shotokan Style Martial Arts: Tatsumaki Sempuu-Kyaku." She whirled, slamming her leg into B-ko repeatedly, dazing the girl badly. As her attack ended, Ifurita followed up with yet another attack, "Shotokan Style Martial Arts: Metsu Gou Hadoken." The super powered beam lanced out, striking the dazed girl head on, and propelling her through the sky. B-ko floated, drifting toward unconsciousness, held in the air by the fail-safes of her battle bikini. Ifurita spoke again, "Shotokan School Martial Arts: Shun Goku Satsu." She flashed through the air toward B-ko in her own version of the Instant Hell Murder, the kanji for 'Makoto' glowing on her back. "Ice 3." Ice began to enclose Ifurita from all sides, forcing her to stop her charge to counter this new threat. Ice encased her completely, but Ifurita reacted instantly to a known attack. Pressure built, and the ice crystal shattered from within, revealing Ifurita sheathed in an aura of flame. The flames died down as she turned slightly to face this new threat. "Sephiroth. Your presence is not unexpected. Immobilization in that manner will not work on me a second time," Ifurita pointed her staff at Sephiroth, "You cannot stand against me." *** "Holy sardines! It's Sephiroth! What can he be doing there?" asked Hiroshi, nearly falling out of his chair. "Cheating, of course. What else would he be there for?" dead panned Daisuke. *** "You think to stand against the power of the Void?" Sephiroth raised his hand, and it began to glow with power, "[Void Flare]" Small balls of darkness formed in the space around Ifurita, rushing toward her, over and over again, hundreds of small spheres of nothing. Power built, and when it could be contained no longer, exploded in a Titanic blast that sent Ifurita hurtling into the ground, raising a titanic cloud of dust. Sephiroth took the opportunity to retreat through the portal with B-ko. The portal failed to close after him, and a moment later Bison stepped through. The blast cleared quickly, revealing a crater with a singed Ifurita standing shakily at the center, "Technique #2982: Void Flare, Cataloged, Reflect aborted, target not present," she scanned the area, looking for her new opponent, but found only Bison, and her face darkened. *** Daisuke sighed. "And look folks, here's-" "BISON!" screamed Hiroshi, jumping out of his chair. "What's that sonufaAGHH!" ... which he had forgotten was on top of the announcer's table. Daisuke sweatdropped and returned to watching the UltraTron. *** Bison floated toward Ifurita, body flaring with Psycho power as she lifted herself shakily into the air. Once more, Ifurita's eyes glazed lightly, and her voice went flat, "Technique #2811: Psycho Power Mind Control, Technique Already Cataloged, Negated," Her eyes refocused, and she almost grinned, but settled instead for a haughty smirk. "You can't do that anymore, Bison. No technique will work on me more than once." She floated more steadily now, and began to glow with her own Psycho power aura, "I am also capable of such things, Bison." Bison laughed arrogantly, and began to advance, slowly, "So you think that because you can generate Psycho power, you are powerful enough to defeat me?" Ifurita retreated from his advance, and began building power, "Your power has grown. I am not yet powerful enough to defeat you, but I will be, soon. Prepare yourself, Bison, I will come for you." "You will have to forgive me for not being impres-" Bison began, but was interrupted as Ifurita released the power she had been building, warped space around her, and was gone. Bison frowned in annoyance, and exited through his portal. A short distance away, Krillin turned to the camera bot, shrugged, and said "Well, looks like this one goes to Ifurita for double interference." *** Back at the Ultradome, Hiroshi and Daisuke turned to face the camera, the former sporting a stylish bandage on his head. "Well, that was.. interesting, wasn't it, Hiroshi?" "Nnnggg..." "It seems that Ifurita wants to go up against Bison." "NNNNnnnnnggggg..." "Right. That's it for tonight's show. Goodnight!" *** ][ ULTRA #65 RESULTS ][ MARY gets GROUNDED ][ SHERMIE and DAISUKE are a COUPLE ][ RANMA def. MARLA in EVENING GOWN MATCH ][ VEGA joins BISON'S BUSTERS ][ BISON'S BUSTERS def. ROADBUSTERS ][ LINA def. DUO ][ MARY undoes ALL COMPULSIONS ][ IORI def. TASUKI ][ IFURITA def. B-KO ][ BISON is THREATENED by IFURITA ][ THREE IMPROFANFIC AUTHORS faint from EXHAUSTION ~*~*~ Author's Notes ~*~*~ I... am never doing this again. That's what everyone says. It's gonna happen, I know it.. but, hopefully not when I am already behind in school >.>; This was very interesting, and a big step up from my only other part, IDG #6. I had... fun.. yeah, I guess you could call it fun. I would like to thank Shachihoko for helping me write the Iori/Tasuki fight. I couldn't have done it without him. Thanks also go to Demota for the commercial and helping create the Team No Time motto chant, #iff for the help and support, Twoflower for putting us on the queue, and finally, Greg and NinjaDebigger for being the rest of Team No Time. I owe you all. Now, I must write some essays and hopefully get into SCAD's summer college program. Wai. - Shadra D - shad_no_da@chichiri.com - http://shadrad.sandwich.net/ *** EEK!*hide* Okay, here it is, hope it doesnt suck fanboyish note on the Ranma/Marlo fight, I couldn't resist adding the Muta Scale. for the uninformed, it measures bloodflow during a match, and is named for infamous bleeder The Great Muta. other than that, I just tried my best, thought I admit that things arent quite as good as they could have been, sorry. *** Wow, this rocked. To hell with the ever fashionable hating of your own part. All three of us worked hard, and I think it shows. I'm damn proud of this part, and I had a blast working with Shadra and Greg. Hopefully we didn't screw anything up, and if you think you see a continuity error, there's a reason for it. I corrected an incorrect move that was used previously, with Ifurita. You see, Akuma is who she stole her Shotokan from, and he can't use the Shinkuu Hadoken. He has his own version, and I corrected that. Also, the first person to tell me that Lina can't use a given spell gets defenestrated, and vivisected, not necessarily in that order. Lina is a genius sorceress, and as far as I'm concerned, if a spell exists, and can be used at all, she can probably use it. Thanks to my personal prereaders, Lurker, Montae, and Jesse. This part would be much worse off without their help. If I forgot anybody, goddess bless you, and please forgive me. *** Greg: To keep the plot from going astray! Ninja: To try and not need one more day! Greg: To work until our part is done! Greg: GREG! Ninja: NINJADEBUGGER! Both: Team No Time blasting off at the speed of light! Shadra D: ... shut up, I've been writing all night! ...zzzzzZZZZzzzzZZZZzzzZZZzzz Greg and Ninja: .. riiight. ~Fin~