Tokyo Megadome -- Neo Tokyo

 Last time in the Author Avatar Association...

         "...if you must go, go with a *smile!*"
         Michael Cole's voice over solemnly notes, "Pippkin, the diabolical
 humanoid rabbit made his presence known during the quarterfinals
 last week..."
         Clips roll of Pippkin blasting David "Star Mech" Kronos with his
 boxing glove gun. Agent Q guns down Sting with a dark energy bolt.
 Pippkin's voice can be overheard, "Now it's time to show Mr. Borden
 the true meaning of copyright infringement!" Further clips show a
 mind-controlled Bret Hart fighting Eric Bischoff, as well as Pippkin
 critically wounding Eric's shoulder with his boxing glove gun.
         Cole's voice over returns, "In this dark, desperate moment, a
 new alliance was formed..." Rapid footage of Wolf charging in to help
 Page, Sting and Eric, as well as double clotheslining Pippkin and Q.
         Page's voice blares over Wolf & Page's assault, "You bastards
 decided to sing it, so I'm gonna bring it!"
         The clips end with Page knocking them back with a newly formed
 ki blast "The Diamond Explosion". The highlights end with a fade in
 to Pippkin, post-battle.
         "That, Jim, is Pippkin" says the voiceover from Tenay, "A major
 thorn in Brisby's side since Day 1, and if he's entering the AAA...
 The whole multiverse could be in a world of hurt..."

 *********************************************************************

         The camera pans a capacity filled Tokyo Megadome, signs like "Nav
 killed Kenny", "Oscar="BOOM-SHAKALAKA!", "EC f'n W", "Usagi 
Tsukino fears Hikaru Shido", and "I tought Thinker Icon" are sprouting 
from the crowd.
         Priss and the Replicants finished their pre-game concert with 
a rendering of "I Need a Hero" as the AAA semi-finals hit the air. As 
Priss and her band clear the stage, the opening pyrotechnics go off by 
the entrance way to signal the beginning of the Final Four of Self-Insertion.

         "Good evening, everyone!" Jim Ross said. "After the madness that 
occurred during the quarter-finals last time, I wasn't sure if we'd make it 
to this event! I'm here with the "Nature Boy" Ric Flair..." Ric 'WHOO!'s 
enthusiastically, "and the professor Mike Tenay, who's apparently been 
doing some research on that madma... er, *rabbit* Pippkin."

         "Yes, Jim, and I've found out some very interesting things," Tenay
 said. "Apparently Pippkin is an alien being known as a Zoot. Zoots are 
symbiotic creatures that need to be worn by a host to survive, much like 
the Venom symbiont -- "
         "Wait a sec, Mikey," Ric interrupts, "What you're saying is ol' 
Pippkin, thirty pounds of evil in a ten-pound bag is a *zoot suit*?" 
Flair smiled slyly. "Aren't those the flashy outfits they wore in the 
40's?"
         Tenay sighed. "Look, I don't make this stuff up. I just report 
it, regardless of how goofy it sounds."
         "Goofy concept or not," Jim notes, "Pippkin turned the last event  
into a living *hell*! I just hope Dillinger's security is prepared this 
week!  And to tell us all about it, here's Michael Cole!"

     The camera pans to show Michael Cole near the arena's entrance into 
the stands with several individuals in dark blue officer uniforms. They 
seem to be carrying odd laser pistols at their sides.
         "Hello, everyone.  Given the carnage that ensued due to lackluster 
security at the last event, The Powers That Be decided to recruit the help 
of the well-known Galaxy Police.  And I'm here to talk with one of their 
detectives, GP detective Kiyone. So, ma'am, what's the plan for tonight?"
     Kiyone glared at the pathetic little man with the microphone.  "To 
keep people safe.  That's what security does."
     Cole was completely oblivious.  "But are there any problem areas 
you'll be watching?" 
     Kiyone became a bit more professional once he asked a good question.  
"Well, we expect to have major trouble with the VIP section.  A lot of 
characters have had their names dragged through the mud by these guys, 
and they're understandably not happy.  Plus, we've got MiSTers in 
attendance *again*, and a lot of people who are just way too excited for 
their own good."
     At that, the camera panned over to see two men being pulled apart by 
the GP security and 'escorted' out of the arena.  One was very young and 
wearing a T-shirt that read "I hate Season 8"; the other was wearing a 
shirt that proudly proclaimed "Anime Sucks!"
     Kiyone shook her head in disgust and continued.  "But I knew that 
a screw-up like Dillenger would need all the help he could get, so I took 
the job."
     "And that directly from one of the most accomplished police officers 
in all of anime," Cole finished.  "Back to you, Jim." 
     The camera returned to the announcer's booth just in time to see 
Kiyone's missing partner Mihoshi, heading up with Doug Dillenger 
following loudly in tow. 
         "It looks like that young lady is here for an announcement," Jim
 comments as he hands her a microphone.
         "After the recent debacle at the last event, the Powers That Be 
have decided to remove Doug Dillenger as AAA head of security," 
Mihoshi proudly announced (reading off of a card, of course).  She 
eyed Dillinger with a smirk.
         "As much as I appreciate your help, ma'am, I've got things in 
control. In fact, I've hired some new security members-- " Dillinger 
begins before being cut off.
         "I've seen you in action, Doug," Mihoshi noted in her most 
businesslike voice. "You need all the help you can get! In his place," 
she continued to the audience, "myself and my partner Kiyone have 
been placed in charge!"
     Dillenger suddenly sighed and began weeping, an utterly broken man.
     Tenay and Ross eyed each other uneasily as Mihoshi stayed long 
enough to get her autograph book signed by a *very* obliging Ric Flair.  
     "Exactly how is this an improvement, Tenay?" Jim asked.
     "Remember, it's her and *Kiyone*.  Mihoshi and KIYONE," 
Tenay stressed.
     After Flair waved good-bye to a girlishly giggling Mihoshi, he 
then turned to his fellow announcers and smirked.  "It couldn't have 
happened to a nicer guy."

         "Looks like it's time to start the 'Blue Thunder' match between 
Tuxedo Chris Caldwell and Sailor Soulstone!" Tenay announces as 
Chris' version of 'I'm Too Sexy' begins playing.
         "Here comes the lover boy of Rockbridge County now." Jim 
notes, as Chris struts and dances his way to the ring. Once again, 
Mike gets up to make room for the lovely Sailor Sun, Molly.
         "While I'm away," Mike says before leaving, "I'll check back 
stage to get some words from our semi-finalists." 
     "I won't breathe until you're back," Flair replied.  As usual, 
JR was left to be the professional.  
     "So, how do you feel about the match between Chris and 
*Miss* Soulstone?" JR asked.
         "Gee, Mista Rauss," Molly replies, "Itsan awful shame it 
hadda come ta dis, but Cre-us is such a gental-man, he should 
be able ta talk her outta this foight."
         "Ah." JR responds. He turns to Flair, who just shrugs. 
Over the PA dramatic orchestra music begins to play, much 
like 'Final Fantasy Tactics' opening theme. Soulstone, enters, 
wearing her usual dark green ring attire.   Her now-long brown 
hair is bound back in a pony tail. General Patterson follows 
behind. Soulstone seems very focused on this match.

 MATCH 1:Sailor Soulstone (/w General Patterson) vs Tuxedo Chris (/w
         Sailor Molly)
 (If Soulstone loses, she must go on a date with Tuxedo Chris)

         The bell rings and Chris offers Soulstone a white rose. She 
actually looks flattered. 
     "Gee, this looks familiar," Jim comments, "Would Chris actually 
fall for this again?" 
     She takes it, clasps Chris' other hand, looks into his eyes...and 
quickly floors him with a short clothesline.
      "Yes, Jimmy," Ric answers with a laugh, "he would."
         Chris scrambles up and Soulstone pummels him into the corner 
with kicks. The robo-ref backs Soulstone away from the battered Chris.
         "Now it looks like Tuxedo Chris is attempting to talk to 
Soulstone..." Tenay began. The camera zoomed in closer to record the 
exchange.  
     "That lovely face, that gorgeous body... I can't risk damaging them, 
my love!" Chris pleaded. 
     "The only reason I have a great body," Soulstone growled in reply, 
"is because *you* gave it to me, you twit!" An elbow to the head sends him 
close to the ropes, and...
     "BIG dropkick!" Ross exclaimed.  "Chris just went over the top rope!"
     "And now it's time to see our *fine* new security team in action!" 
Flair said with a sarcastic grin as Patterson leaped (unopposed) into the 
ring. 
     "Patterson is throttling Chris... Patterson's ego must have been 
*really*  bruised by his loss in the first round," Tenay commented.
     "Piledriver to the concrete... Chris may have to give up a wife or 
two after that," Flair added.  As Patterson then rolled Chris back in 
the ring, Molly jumped out of her seat and threw off her headset.
         "Neobody, and ah mean *NEOBODY* messes with mah Chre-us!" Molly
 shrieked at him.
         "Really!" Patterson slurs, "and what will *you* do about--"
 Patterson stops his taunt abruptly as a shimmering golden-orange aura 
surrounds Molly.
         "SOLAR FLARE...DETONATE!"
     The wave of explosive heat slammed hurled Patterson away from the ring 
and over the railing of the VIP section.  His unconscious body fell in a 
smoking heap on top of Piccolo.  Enraged, the angry alien tosses Patterson 
with amazing force head first into the nearest wall.
     "I guess Patterson wasn't expecting a real Sailor attack from Molly," 
JR said, obviously impressed.
     "He wasn't the only one," Replied Flair, obviously in shock.

         Meanwhile in the ring, Soulstone has set the dazed Tuxedo on top 
of a turnbuckle.   "MAH GOD!  Soulstone with a DDT from the top turnbuckle!" 
JR exclaimed again.  "Soulstone is simply amazing!"
     "What's amazing is how many pieces Chris will be in when they bring 
him to Dr. Tofu... the Eternity Blade is out!  WHOO!" Flair said.  
     Soulstone prepared for the Holy Explosion. However, Chris has also 
gotten up, and is focusing a mystical power of his own. Soulstone lowers 
her blade and a shimmering beam of energy spirals toward Chris... who stops 
it just before it hits!
         "WHAT THE?!" She exclaims.
     "It's plot contrivance time," JR groans.
         "Forgive me...my love..." With that, Tuxedo Chris uses his reality 
warping field to redirect the Holy Explosion back to Soulstone! The 
ground erupts under her feet, and she is sent crashing to the floor, 
her costume tattered. 
     "Soulstone's not going anywhere after that," Flair said a 
bit sadly.  It was a shame to waste a now-beautiful woman like 
that on a fanboy like Chris.  
     "Yeah, we have a ten count... Tuxedo Chris just won," JR added in 
disgust.  
     
         She stands upright and glares at Tuxedo Chris, blushing 
furiously from shame and shaking with anger.  
     "I can't watch this," JR said. 
     Chris smiled suavely as he spoke to his new date.  "I 
apologize that it had to come to this, my dear. But first off, it 
would be impossible to enjoy Neo-Tokyo dressed like that." 
Suddenly, Soulstone's torn ring attire is replaced with a violet 
dress, with a skirt cut off above at the knees. 
         Soulstone fought back the urge to throw up.  "Geez! You 
perv! What's wrong with--" Suddenly she stopped as she looked 
into Chris' gentle blue eyes.   Maybe she was being too hard on 
Chris.  He was so kind and handsome; surely there couldn't be 
a better man for her in all the universe...
     As if in pain, she grabbed the sides of her head. "N-No, 
get outta my head! You are *SO* messed up! I'm leaving!" She 
suddenly found that she was paralyzed, unable to move. Chris 
easily lifted her up off her feet. 
     Soulstone was quivering in fright. 
     "Oh mah god..." Ross breathed.  
     The spell wrought by Chris' unholy power was broken 
by a commotion from the stands.  The crowd exploded into 
cheers as Nav hopped over railing and into the ring!

     "YES!," Flair shouted markishly, "IT'S NAV!!  He 
can stop this sick mess!"
         Chris was so captivated with his new Senshi that he 
wasn't aware of the danger until he heard Molly shriek at 
her first sight of the Destroyer, the unholy opponent of all 
things Moonie. She fled out of the ring, her beloved Chris 
forgotten. 
     Chris turned in time to receive a vicious swipe from 
Nav's nightstick. Soulstone fell to the mat, then scrambled out 
of the ring as the two sworn enemies brawled. 
     Ross and Flair had joined in the "NAV!" crowd chant, 
completely forgetting to call the action.
     Eventually, Nav gained the upper hand: Chris buckled 
from a hard punch to the stomach. Nav then slammed Chris 
unmercifully to the mat with a Tiger suplex. Chris scrambled 
out of the ring, with a rather demented look in his eye. "SHE 
WILL BE MINE!" he hollered, his enemy completely forgotten 
in his possessive madness. 
     Then with a disturbing grin, he turned to the camera. "Oh 
yes! She will be mine."

         As Tuxedo Chris and Molly fled, Soulstone regained her 
senses.  She saw Nav in the ring and... entered it.  She drew her 
sword and stared him down, completely unafraid of the Destroyer.
     "Oooh, this should be good," Flair said, having calmed down 
to his old self.  He mentally noted to have a talk with that Tuxedo punk 
about how to treat a lady.
     "Oh no!  Nav, don't hurt her!  You can't!" Ross shouted.  His 
heart had clearly gone out to Soulstone's horrible plight.    
     She and Nav met nose to nose in the center of the ring, exchanging 
words.  Neither flinched at their opponent's insults, and neither backed 
down from the angry challenges issued.  Fortunately Arena security 
scrambled down to break up the two, before another brawl broke out. 
Nav was surprisingly calm.
         "In due time," Nav warned Soulstone, "All in due time." With 
a laugh, he called out as he left, "Oh, and purple is *definitely* your 
color!"
         The camera turns to a *very* flustered Soulstone as she leaves
 the ring to check on General Patterson (who was being stretchered out, 
as Goku had finally arrived to pull him out of the wall).

         The camera then shifted to the backstage area, where Mike Tenay 
was with Detectives Kiyone and Mihoshi. "Hello.  This is Mike Tenay, 
backstage with the heads of AAA tournament security. Ladies, have there 
been any developments on the Pippkin situation?" 
     Kiyone broke off from berating Mihoshi's inability to keep Nav away 
from the ring to answer Tenay.  "No, not yet.  But we've got all the 
arena's entrances guarded and teams watching all the major areas.  
This arena IS safe!"
     "That's good to know.  I was wondering, any thoughts on the upcoming 
Semi-final match between Adam Chris Leigh and David Kintobor?"
         Kiyone sighed. "Ya know, I despise both of those jerks so much, 
I really can't decide." 
     Mihoshi disagreed "I know Kintobor's a creep, but I really *want* 
to see Adam take a pounding for the mean things he said about me, Kiyone, 
and Samantha! Calling me a ditz! All of the..."
         As Mihoshi sulks, a large man in a trenchcoat and hat approaches 
them. He is clearly wearing a horned white and green mask, and has a camera 
around his neck.
         "Ummm...can we help you?" Mike asks.
         "Yes, I am looking for press area." The large man says in somewhat 
broken English.
         A skeptical Kiyone asks the man, in perfect Spanish, "Are there 
any decent bars nearby?"
         "Of course! The Silky Doll is right across -- OH!" The man realized 
his cover had been blown.
         "OK, bub," Kiyone inquired, "Who are you *really*?"

         The man stiffened and took hold of his hat and trenchcoat. With 
a dramatic flair, he cast them aside. He was a powerfully built Hispanic 
man with long black hair wearing a black and red costume. Mihoshi ogled 
the impressive looking man. Dramatic samba music cued up from nowhere.
         "The hell?" Mike wondered.
         "I, madam, am Del Juicio Final!" He proclaimed with heroic 
grandeur. "I am on a secret mission for the Mexican government to stop 
that loco rabbit Pippkin before he destroys the Multiverse!" He paused 
to think. "And I'm pretty sure the destruction of the Multiverse would 
have some very ill effects on Mexico..."
         "Umm, you could say that, yes." Kiyone explained. Mihoshi sighed 
blissfully and hugged DJF. Kiyone groaned in embarrassment.
         "Madam, please!..." DJF yelped.
         "Well guys," Tenay reported, "it seems as if we have some more 
help against the demented Pippkin! Back to you..."
     Suddenly, Tenay was interrupted by the sound of rapidly running 
footsteps and a voice crying out, "Stop him!"  Using his well-honed 
Luchadore reflexes, DJF simply stuck out an arm and let the unfortunate 
runner clothesline himself.  He smacked to the ground with an incredibly 
loud thud, dropping the duffel bag he was carrying.  A black baseball bat 
spilled out.  
     "STEVE?!" Mike exclaimed.  The injured but undaunted pro-wrestler 
pulled himself resolutely up, and stared down everyone around him.  
     "I'm getting a piece of Pippkin and Q, dammit!  And none of you are 
going to stop me!" Steve Borden (a.k.a. Sting) hissed.
     His employer, Eric Bischoff, ran up behind him.  With one arm in a 
cast from his injuries last week, it was amazing that he could've moved 
with any speed at all. 
     "Steve, I don't believe this!  After what happened to you last week... 
and you're not even 100% yet!"
     "I'm fine!" Steve yelled back at him.
     Eric replied by extending his good arm and poking Steve lightly in 
the side.  At that gentle pressure, Steve screamed aloud in pain and fell 
writhing to the floor, clutching his ribs.
     "You're kidding!  That's all it took to put down a big guy like 
him?  And he's so cute too!"  Mihoshi exclaimed.  She detached herself 
from DJF and clamped her arms around Steve's neck.  "Poor thing..." she 
cooed.  
     "Hey!   I'm..." Steve tried to protest as he also tried to pull 
Mihoshi off of him.  
     She replied by poking him lightly in the ribs.  At that, Steve 
whimpered and went limp in Mihoshi's crushing embrace.
     "Oh my God," Bischoff said in agony as he buried his face in 
his good hand.
     "I'm sorry about this... I'm *really* sorry..." Kiyone began 
trying to apologize.
     "You are Mr. Bischoff? *The* Mr. Bischoff?" DJF asked, his eyes 
glittering as visions of a multi-million dollar contract swam in his 
mind.
     "This is pretty messed up," Tenay thought aloud.  "Back to you, JR."   

         As the camera returned to the ring, the theme to the TV series 
'Tenchi Muyo' announced  the presense of Adam Chris Leigh. As usual, he 
is in Juraian battle gear, but is also carrying a large board, wrapped 
up in paper. 
     "What on Earth is that?" JR asked as Adam made his way to the ring.
     "Probably a flow chart detailing how to solve every problem in the 
known universe," Flair groaned sarcastically.
     As Tenay returned to his broadcast position, he added, "I heard 
rumors to the effect that Adam was actually going to do an interview 
with Samantha Jones before his match."
     "I get it.  To solve their dispute before his match," JR said.
  	There was, oddly enough, a tripod stand in the middle of the 
ring. After Adam got in the ring, he took the mic.
         "Once again, I said some really tasteless things about Miss 
Samantha Jones," Adam apologized. "Also, at the last event, I 
caused some considerable embarrassment to her...person," he 
smirked. "Anyhoo, I want to take this interlude to personally 
apologize to Miss Jones..."
         As the Offspring's "Mota" begins to play, he sets up the 
board on the stand. He unwraps it to unveil a large poster of 
Samantha Jones in her Sillouette costume (autographed, too! 
Only $19.99! ^_^)
         "Seen it, taped it, it was dumb the first time," Flair 
remarked.  "Who wants beer?"
      As the song cuts off, Adam begins his "interview" 
with Samantha.
         "Now, Miss Jones, we go back quite a bit..." Adam 
then points the mic to the poster. "Just calm down, Sammy! 
You of all people know that fighters can do or say rash things 
in the heat of battle..." He points the mike to the poster. "Well, 
I'm glad you understand--Why, Samantha, you think I can actually 
win the championship? You flatter me!" He grins happily as he 
greets the crowd's boos and groans. "And the best to you, as 
well Sammy!" He places a light kiss on the poster's cheek. 
"You're a good kid!"
     By the time this was over, Flair had made it to the 
concession stand and back with a nice six-pack of Wolfweisers 
(the official beer of the AAA tournament!  Ask for it by name).

         "Princes of the Universe" plays through the Megadome, and 
Team Foxfire comes out.
     "No interviews, no crotch chops, no smarm... what's gotten 
into these guys?" JR marveled. 
     "I guess Team Foxfire finally figured out how many people 
hated them," Tenay smirked.
     "Oh, no," Flair countered.  "The mark of all the best is that 
they get serious when the stakes are high.  This is the Semi-final 
match, and if they can focus on taking this then they can take the 
gold next round, and party all year after!  WHOO!" 
     David Kronos is unarmored, and has bandaged ribs PLUS 
an arm in a cast. 
     "Team Foxfire exchanging words... it looks like Edawrd 
the young coyote will be 'watching Davey-kins back' tonight." 
JR remarked. 
     As Edward and Kintobor approach the ring, the camera panned 
to show a new spectator taking a mysteriously convenient seat in the 
front row.  He was a very tall human (over six feet), wearing combat 
boots, cutoff jean shorts, and a T-shirt.  Even though Adam had never 
met this person before, it was the T-shirt that identified him.  The 
Japanese Tenchi Muyo logo on the front, little lightning-bolt 
symbols on the sleeves, and a picture of a can of Jolt cola on the back.  
     A major thorn in Adam's side...
     "JAMIE JEANS?! Who the hell let you in here?!" Adam exclaimed. 
     "WHAT?!" JR exclaimed.
     "Who the hell is Jamie Jeans?" Flair asked.
     "One of the net's most prominent MiSTiers... and the CREATOR 
of Samantha Jones!  Jamie has a known hatred for the Adam Chris Leigh 
character, as well..."
     Jamie smiled and casually held up a ticket stub for his front row 
ticket. "Just here to watch the show."
     Adam groaned. "This has set-up written all over it..."

 MATCH 2
 SEMI-FINAL MATCH: David "Foxfire" Kintobor (/w Edward) vs Adam Chris Leigh

         "Now the match is on, with Kintobor taking the early advantage!" 
JR begins, as Kintobor unleashes a flurry of punches on Adam.
      "And didn't it last long?" Flair smirked as Adam narrowly dodged 
a clothesline and delivered a kick to Kintobor's side. Adam then sweeps the 
werefox's legs and begins working on his knee. 
     "Now Kintobor going to the outside for a breather... and AIR LEIGH!!" 
Tenay screams as Adam leaped over the top rope to nail Kintobor with a suicide 
dive.  After a combination of damaging kicks to Kinty-kins', Adam scrambled 
back to the ring.  He grinned and played to the fans, and drew a mixture of cheers 
(for beating up Kintobor) and boos (for being Adam Chris Leigh).

         "Adam's ego is going to get him killed!" Ross exclaimed.  "He's 
left Kintobor outside with Edward, and they're already consulting..." 
After they finish, Kintobor returned to the ring. "He now Adam sends Kintobor 
to the ropes... And Adam with a flying Head Scissors!" Tenay continued.
     "NO!  Kintobor reverses it into a backbreaker!  WHOO!" Flair added. 
     "Now Kintobor's setting up the Foxfire Thunderbomb... and a narrow 
escape by Adam." JR commented as Adam flipped away from Kintobor.  
      Edward was cheering on Kintobor, when suddenly, a humanoid wolf 
wearing a military uniform and an eyepatch jumped out and begins pounding 
on him.
         "That's... that's T-Bone! He's had run-ins with Kintobor before, 
but why is he showing up *now?* JR wondered aloud.

         Meanwhile, in the ring, Adam delivers an arm throw, followed by 
a dropkick as Kintobor sits up. 
     "Adam signalling for the Juraian Spike..." Tenay began.
     "To hell with that!" Flair broke in.  "Look at what's going on outside!" 
Edward was in a world of hurt. T-Bone had him in a Cobra Clutch, then he 
quickly pulled him up, spun, and *slammed* him into the concrete! T-Bone 
waded back into the crowd as security arrived.

         "Kintobor ducks the Juraian Spike!" JR exclaimed as Adam missed. 
     The whole arena 'oooh'ed in sympathy as Davey-kins then nailed Adam 
with a low-blow.  
     "Sweet groin music!" Flair said with a devilish grin.
     Kintobor attempts to hoist him up for the Thunderbomb, but Adam flips 
out of it again.  He shoves Kintobor to the ropes, attempts the Superkick 
again, but Kintobor dives and clips his other leg. 
     "Kintobor's using submission tactics!  That's a half-crab leglock!" 
Tenay proclaimed.
     "And Adam can't take it!  He just tapped out!  This is over!" Flair 
exulted. He was getting to like this Kintobor kid.  
     "Well, Kintobor will advance, but look at Edward!  He's been beaten 
senseless!" JR pointed out.  The camera panned to ringside to show the rest 
of Team Foxfire, watching as some medical staffers put Edward on a stretcher 
and take him into the back room...

 ---END HOUR 1---

         The camera reopened the show on a shot of Michael Cole backstage.  He's 
trying to interview Adam Chris Leigh, but Adam's temper tantrum is making 
this rather impossible. 
         "It was *rigged* I tell you!" he hollered at Michael.  "This match, 
and letting Jamie -- man! He gets enough caffeine in his system, and he 
becomes a madman!"
     "But... Jolt didn't *do* anything..." Michael tried to interject. 
     " I can't believe --" Adam stammered obliviously, but then he briefly 
regained his composure.
      "Jolt-boy! You bring your little *girlfriend* Ms. Jones out next time, 
and we'll settle this once and for all!" Adam storms off, muttering, "Letting 
Jamie in the AAA -- if this isn't a conspiracy, I don't know what is!"
         "Well, it looks like we have a challenge!" Michael states, "Adam 
Chris Leigh against Samantha "Sillouette" Jones, next time..."  Suddenly, 
Michael stops and puts a hand up to his earpiece.   "Wait, I'm receiving 
some news. There's some security trouble at the concession stands."

         "WHERE IS SHE!?!" The enraged redhead bellowed, "WHERE'S C-KO!?!" 
The angry young lady in denim, A-Ko, was surrounded by several arena 
security men. Several guards were, in fact, on the ground, knocked out. 
Dillenger, who had been demoted but not yet fired, approached her. "And 
where were all these guards *before* that furball ran off with my friend?" 
A-Ko shouted.
         Dillenger attempted to calm her down. "Don't worry, miss, we have 
our best agents looking for her. To be honest, she shouldn't have been left 
unsupervised in the--YAAHHHH!"
         What was meant as a shove in frustration sent Dillenger flying 
into the concession booth with a crash. Oblivious to Dillinger's embarrassing 
predicament, Kiyone approaches.
         "A-Ko, I know you're upset. Hell, I can't imagine what he wants with 
her, but my agents *will* find them and bring them to justice."
         "You better hope so" A-Ko stops short in front of Kiyone. "If
 C-Ko is the slightest bit harmed, none of your cadets will stop me
 from what I'll do."
         As A-Ko storms off, Dillinger, covered with sauces and other
 debris, moves to Kiyone's side. She shoots him a smirk.
         "You handled that situation *beautifully*."
         "Oh, shut up!"

         The camera returned to the commentators booth. JR says, "Our 
next match-up continues a long rivalry between Wolf and Q, another 
paramilitary rodent who has aligned himself with the diabolical Pippkin."
         "These two where long-time teammates in their Black Ops days"
 Tenay adds "They know each other's tactics better than anyone else."
         "But the big factor here is ol' Wolf's new buddy DDP, Diamond 
Dallas Page." Ric interrupted. "Trust me, nothin's worth more in a match 
than a good friend in your corner."

         Over the PA, Helmet's "Just Another Victim" begins to play, and
 an athletic looking Korean woman is came down the aisle. "Boys,"
 Ric says, "It looks like you all have a guest, I'll be back in a few.
 Need more beer."
         "Say! That's Anne "Arky" Brandies. She's been prominent in several
 wrestling organizations, both as a wrestler and a manager." Tenay states.
         "Yeah, she's pretty notorious as well." JR adds, "Currently,
 though, she maintains the wrestling school founded by her legendary
 step-father, Harold Brandies."
         Anne takes a seat by JR. She is quite attractive, with the
 exception of a couple obvious scars on her shoulder and forearm.
         "Hiya, Jim, Mike."
         "Welcome to the show, Ms. Brandies!" JR said. "I'm surprised
 that, with your years experience, you've never made your way to the WWF."
         "Well, I considered it once.  But I don't think I'd cut it, though.
 See, Sable, Chyna, Luna Vachon and Sunny all have something that I lack."
         "And that would be?..." Mike asks.
         "Breast implants," she replies flatly.

         JR looks quite shocked at Anne's blunt comments. "Ouch..."
 is all Tenay can utter as the lights dim, and Kane's sinister music
 begins to play. Agent Q, in black fatigues and boots, comes out.
 However, instead of Pippkin, T-Bone is at Q's side.
         "That explains T-Bone's presense in the AAA..." JR growled.  
         "It seems Pippkin's power base is quickly growing." Tenay noted.
         The arena begin chants for 'Wolf-a-rine' even before his theme 
music cues on. However, DDP's "Self High-Five" kicks in. Diamond Dallas
Page strides purposefully down to ringside.
     "Hey, why isn't DDP doing his entrance shtick?" Anne asked Tenay.
     Mike shrugged.  "I have no idea.  This isn't at all like the DDP 
we see at home... he hasn't even signed for the Diamond Cutter." 
     DDP entered the ring and exchanged a few words with T-Bone.  Then 
Page grabbed a mic and announced, "Cut the music!  Listen, there's nothin' 
a wrestler likes more than hearin' a crowd of people cheerin' for him."  
At this, the crowd erupted in a wild cheer and a sea of Diamond Cutter 
signs.  Page smiled and continued.  "But tonight, I don't wanna hear
ANYBODY cheering for me.  This isn't my match, and I'm not the guy you 
came to see.  So I want everyone to put their hands together and give 
a shout out to rodent who's the real star of this show... the guy who'd 
be in the finals RIGHT NOW if it wasn't for the *dearly departed*
Pat Lee..."
     The crowd erupted into howls and boos at the mention of Pat.
     "Wow.  He's dead, and everyone *still* hates him," JR remarked.
     DDP continued as the opening strains of Metallica's 'Unforgiven' 
cued up, and the crowd's noise level began building in anticipation.  
"Coming to ya from Parts Unknown! Weighing in at one-hundred and fifteen 
pounds of pure chaos...  Let's hear it for my man WOLF-A-RINE!!"
     Wolf strode into the arena to a huge pyrotechnic blast and a 
thunderous "WOLF-A-RINE" chant.  He was carrying his guns, and fired 
blanks into the air as he made his way to the ring.  He paused only to 
exchange a Diamond Cutter sign with Page before he entered the ring.    
          "Listen to the crowd!  Teamed with DDP, Wolf is simply a 
force to be reckoned with!" Tenay shouted over the cheers.
         Unimpressed, Anne adds in, "Yeah, Wolf is also gaining new 
friends. Just recently, he's signed on a woodchuck that can shoot red 
lasers from his eyes..."
         "Oh, great.  Another Lawler!" JR interrupts disgustedly, and 
Anne just snickers to herself.

 MATCH 3: Grudge Match
 Wolf (/w DDP) vs Agent Q (/w T-Bone)

         Immediately, Wolf and Q confront each other in the middle of the
 ring, badmouthing each other, snout-to-snout. 
     "Oh my goodness... this is gonna be a match to remember!" JR exclaimed.
     Q shoves Wolf away, who responds with a push of his own. The two dash 
for the ropes and attempt to clothesline each other, but both remain standing.
     "Q with a sidekick, and the first move of the night!  Belly-to-belly 
suplex!" Tenay remarked.  Q keeps the battle on the mat, grappling Wolf in 
a headlock-chicken wing combo. 
     "Ooooh, it's the Resthold of Doom!" Anne said.  
     "I *severely* doubt Wolf is resting... look at his face!" JR countered.  
"That's a rodent in pain!"    
     Wolf manages to stand up and attempts to elbow out, only to be launched 
into the corner via a judo throw. The robo-ref backs Q away from the cornered 
Wolf, giving T-Bone ample time to leap up and throttle him. 
     "How can a robot be blind?" JR asked in frustration.
     "Oh, don't wet your pants, Ross," Anne replied.  "Wolf's got a man on 
the floor, and he's taking care of it!"
     T-Bone had been quickly dumped to the floor by Page, who immediately 
began stomping on the downed furry.
         Page and T-Bone continued to duke it out on the floor as Wolf 
launched himself off the ropes for a flying clothesline. 
     "Q to the ropes, and Wolf spears him down!  And... THE AK-47!!" Tenay 
shouted.
     "Q's no jobber, and Goldberg tactics aren't gonna work here," Anne 
sneered as Wolf went for the cover... but only got a two-count!
         A thin, muscular masked man suddenly barged to ringside and tossed 
Q an iron staff. 
     "Yeah, gotta love that great AAA security," Anne commented dryly.  
     Q smacked Wolf viciously in the knees and ribs with it. He then
 tossed the staff aside, grabbed Wolf, and connected with an AK-47 of his
 own! Wolf barely kicks out before three. 
     "I was right... the way these two competitors are going at it is simply 
amazing, and OH MAH GOD!!" JR suddenly screamed.  
     With the flick of Q's wrist, a gleaming blade extended from his staff. 
     "He's trying to impale Wolf!  Somebody get security!" Tenay yelled anxiously.
     "Yeah!  Maybe Q will get Dillenger!" Anne added.  
     Wolf dodged Q's strikes with the deadly blade narrowly.  Q lunged for 
the kill, and Wolf swiftly dodged one final time. 
     ***SNIKT!!*** 
     The crowd roared in approval as Wolf sliced the staff half with his 
claws and kicked Q away.  The crowd's noise reached a new pitch as Wolf let 
out a howl of fury.
     "Looks like Q's about to be in a world of hurt... and T-bone already 
is!" Jim said.
           Outside of the ring, the camera caught a beautiful shot of DDP 
taking down T-Bone with the Diamond Cutter.  Then Page turned to face the 
new masked menace. He bolts over and they grapple. 
     "Look at his form... you don't think that guy's a wrestler, do you?"  
Tenay asked.
     "Well, he does fight like it, but he's not built like any of the guys 
from WCW..." JR replied.
     Anne was squinting at the masked figure.  Something was familiar about 
him...
     During the struggle, Page manages to tear off the mask to reveal a 
guy with messy brown hair...
         Anne stood bolt upright to exclaim, "Aron Scythe!?! I-I've known
 that kid for five years! There's no way he'd team up with those thugs!"
         "I know your answer, Anne." JR notes. "He's got that same glazed
 look as Bret did last week!"
         Aron stomps Page brutally, finishing him by climbing onto a
 table, and moonsaulting onto his floored opponent! 
     "Mah god... when Bret was mind-controlled, he was useless!  But this 
guy can still fight!" JR breathed
     "Aron's got a history of... mental problems.  It would be easy for 
someone to... to get to him, if they wanted to." Anne said, her wise-ass 
veneer stripped away.
     Back in the ring, Wolf has ground Q down with a bear hug, and delivers 
a Taz-style suplex! 
     "AK-47, and it's finally over!" Ross finished.  "And now a sneak 
attack from T-Bone!" T-Bone scrambled in and began stomping on an already 
weary Wolf. Him and Q hold Wolf up as Aron gets a few shots in. The crew 
turn the battered rodent to face the big screen, where....."
     "Pippkin!" Tenay squeaked out in a frightened scream.  
      Pippkin, in a tall and shapely female form, appeared there.
      "Ahhh...'Diamond Dallas' and Wolf," Pippkin cooed. "Congratulations 
on your *big* win! You're probably wondering by now how I got Aron Scythe,
 the Psycho Nerd, to join me. In a simple *negotiation*, I gave him
 two options: 1)Surrender to the path of evil or 2)Be forced to
 sit through every Hulk Hogan movie ever made.
     "Pippkin, you evil bastard!" JR exclaimed in sudden rage.  "No one 
should have to endure that!"
        Some footage is shown of Aron tied to a chair and hooked up to 
some "Clockwork Orange" type headgear. The evil bunny gleefully laughs.
         "I was impressed! Aron put up a pretty good fight, but he lost it
somewhere in between "Santa With Muscles" and "Secret Agent Club." 
     	Anne suddenly screamed and stormed the ring.  She began batting 
Pippkin's minions away from Wolf as DDP (now conscious again) rolled in to 
help her out. 
         Pippkin glared down from the monitor, her expression unchanged.  
"I shall make my demands known later tonight.  I know of one particular
 redhead that will be most interested in my requests." With that, the lighting
 behind Pippkin increases, revealing a terrified C-Ko, bound and gagged. "TTFN,
 kiddies! Ta-ta, for now!" She-Pippkin laughs deviously as the big screen fades to
 black.
     "That's... that's..." Tenay was quivering with fright, struck completely dumb.
     JR was raging. "How *dare* she...!  This is the AAA tournament, not her 
personal ego machine!"
         As Flair returned and Kiyone scrambled her agents to search for 
Pippkin, JR calmed down a bit.  "Well, thank god the main event's not being 
held here!  For that, we're going to head over to Survival Shot and Michael 
Cole for the main event: Oscar vs. Nav!"

 MATCH 4
 SEMI-FINAL MATCH: Nav vs Oscar

         The remote cameras at Survival Shot then kicked in, and panned over 
some mock building, shrubs and other cover that dotted the battlefield.  
     "Survival Shot" Michael Cole noted, " is specifically designed for urban 
combat training, and thus makes the perfect backdrop for this epic battle.  
This match is a special 'anything goes' match.  While the win will still 
be determined by pin or submission, there is no ring and no rules.  And due 
to wild nature of this match and a lack of facilities here, there will be 
no live commentary. Instead, we have nine special hovering cameras with 
zoom lenses set to follow the match's action, so you fans at home won't 
miss a thing.  And now, let's begin." 
     The sirens and guitars of Perry Saturn's theme cue up to the delight 
of the fans. From a mist-filled arch, and accompanied by an uproarious cheer, 
Nav steps out. He's come packed, carrying several homemade grenades and a 
modified Uzi. He also wears the grappling hook bracer, from his last fight. 
He allows himself a grin to the camera before he positions himself against 
a wall, aiming his uzi toward the arc with his infrared sight.
         Then the Goldust theme cues up, announcing Oscar's arrival...but he 
doesn't come out of the arch. A couple minutes pass, and Nav remains 
steady, awaiting his foe's arrival. Oscar's music cues up a second time.

         Suddenly, the wall behind Nav exploded, and arms reached around 
him. As the camera closed in, the figure was revealed as Oscar! The enraged 
Saiya-jin hurls Nav for distance toward the opposite wall. Nav rolled with 
the fall, and -- while on one knee -- unloaded an entire clip into Oscar. 
With rapid-fire swipes, Oscar deflected the bullets harmlessly.  Arrogantly, 
Oscar grabbed the last bullet in mid-air. With an amused grin, Oscar holds 
out the bullet between his thumb and forefinger. Nav stands up and quickly 
reloads. But before he can unleash another volley, Oscar flicks the stunner 
bullet with astounding velocity into Nav's knee.

         Back in the arena, the crowd moaned in unison as Nav dropped to 
the floor in pain, and Oscar laughed down at his pitiful human opponent.  
In the VIP section, where the Sailor Senshi were seated, the team was torn 
apart by the fight. Raye and Lita applaude as Oscar begins throttling Nav, 
while Mina and Amy boo. The four girls bicker, leaving Serena looking on 
in embarrassment.  Perosnally, she hoped that they killed each other.

   	Oscar threw Nav down contemptuously.  "Ready to give up?" Oscar 
said as he grinned maliciously at his opponent.
     Nav glared back at Oscar.  The Saiya-jin was taken aback by how 
utterly fearless this human was.  Nav shouted, "DIE, MOONIE SCUM!!" as 
he pulled a grenade out of nowhere and chucked it in Oscar's direction.   
     The large room filled with smoke at the massive explosion.  To 
add to the chaos, the arena's mist dispensers suddenly kicked on.  The 
camera barely managed to follow Nav as he used his grapple to pull himself 
up to the walkway above. There, he adjusted two bombs and placed them on 
the walkway. Oscar had difficulty navigating through the mist... until he 
heard Nav land and roll behind him. Oscar spun around to see Nav pointing 
his uzi at him. He began charging up a ki blast...when the bombs erupted 
above him, sending the walkway and parts of the ceiling crashing down on 
him.

         The crowd, dead silent before, erupted into a cheer.  They had 
picked Nav as their hero! Even Amy and Mina are cheering, much to the other 
Senshi's dismay...

         Nav struggled out of the blast zone, and the robo-ref began 
counting. At "6", debris was blown about as an enraged Oscar pulled himself 
from the wreckage. Nav unloaded several shots into Oscar. Although the 
bullets only did minor damage, Oscar winced as each solid shot from the 
human lacerated his ego. The Saiya-jin bolted up, and with a yell, his 
combat aura flared.

         "*Lovely*" JR remarked to himself as he watched the scene.  
This was the most incredible match had seen since... well, the last one. 
But Nav looked doomed. "He's going Super-Saiyen, Nav is so--"
         "Omigosh! That guy's on fire!" A deep, but childlike voice called out.
         From the side of one of the mock buildings in the Survival Shot 
battlefield crashes a humanoid stegasaurus, with a patch of messy orange 
hair on his head. He has an earpiece and an arena security shirt that 
barely covered his enormous chest. "Don't worry, Oscie! I'll save you!"
         Kiyone's voice can faintly be heard over Stegmutt's earpiece,
 desperately trying to explain that Oscar isn't on fire.  She suddenly 
wished that she hadn't decided to strip *all* the Survival Shot security 
to look for Pippkin.

         "Nah, Stegmutt, that's fine!" Oscar, in Super-Saiyen form,
 said gently. "You don't have to--AIIEIEEEE!!!" Agent Stegmutt knocked 
Oscar to the ground as he grabbed one of his legs. He then thwaped Oscar 
against the ground like an old pillow.
         "Put out the Oscie! Put out the Oscie!" Stegmutt gleefully sang. 
Nav and the robo-ref looked on, dumbstruck. "I put out the fire, Miss 
Kiyone!" Stegmutt said triumphantly.

         Cut back to the Megadome, where a flustered Kiyone is seated.  
Beside her, Mihoshi can be heard saying, "Maybe recruiting him *wasn't* 
such a good idea after all."

         "Owie..." Oscar groaned as Nav moved over to pin him. The roboref
 counted to a two-count when, with a surge of strength, Oscar grabbed Nav 
by the throat and launched him against a wall. Nav hits *hard*, but manages 
to scramble to his feet before Oscar unleashes a rapid barrage of ki bursts 
in his direction!
         Nav managed to evade the uncontrolled blasts, but the wall behind 
him was soon so peppered with holes that it collapsed onto him. The robo-
ref began the ten count as, in a rather nauseating display, Oscar strode 
onto the rubble and jeered Nav.

         "...8...9..." Suddenly the very confident Oscar looked nauseous. 
An arm had reached up from the rubble and snagged a firm hold on his 
monkey-tail! With an impressive feat of strength, Nav stood and shoved a 
large sign off of him.  Fortunately, it had taken the brunt of the weight. 
Maintaining hold of Oscar's tail, Nav grabbed Oscar around the waist and 
hoisted him back for a German suplex. Nav held on and delivered a second, 
and then a third for a pinning combo.

         Oscar barely got out of the pin. The quicker Oscar grabbed a hold 
of Nav's wounded leg and catapulted him off the rubble. A furious, but 
injured, Nav tried to crawl to his pistol, but to no avail. Oscar descended 
and locked him in the Dragon's Claw ( the Boston Crab, a.k.a. the Liontamer).  
Nav growled in both rage and pain, and reached out for his gun.  Just a 
few more inches... 
     "Do you give up?" the Robo-ref asked Nav.  But even the Ref was 
surprised when Nav howled out, "NEVER!!" and continued reaching for his gun.  
     After a full minute of Nav's struggles, Oscar began becoming very 
frustrated.  "What the hell is wrong with you?!  It's over!  GIVE UP!"
     "NO!" Nav screamed back at him.  "NO!" 
     Nav repeated it like a mantra, and began struggling so fiercely that 
the Saiya-Jin was pulled back a little.  Nav seemed to be getting closer 
and closer to his pistol...
     ... but unfortunately, Nav was only human.  After the initial shock 
of Nav's struggle, Oscar called forth all of his Saiyan strength and bore 
down harder on Nav's wounded legs.  Nav continued struggling and screaming 
for well over another minute, but was eventually overwhelmed by the pain. 
His arm went limp as he passed out, and the Robo-ref stopped the match.

         In the arena, the crowd rained boos down on Oscar as he exited, 
still feeling the effects of Nav's suplex combo. Medical personnel dashed 
past him, followed by Bane. As the medics tried to hoist Nav onto the 
gurny, Nav miraculously began flailing and shoving them away. He shot 
a steel glare at the group, even to Bane. His intentions were clear: he
 *was* leaving Survival Shot under his *own* power. 
         The entire arena, including Amy and Mina, began chanting for 
Nav and his valiant fight against Oscar. The rest of the senshi, reluctantly, 
humor him with golf claps.  Slowly, his legs occasionally buckling, Nav was 
making his way out.
         Over the chants of "NAV! NAV!" Jim Ross offered his post-match 
comments.
      "Oscar is moving to the championship, but Nav's the real winner. 
Listen to this crowd!"
         "He put up an incredible fight! I haven't seen anything like that 
since the days of Ricky Steamboat!  WHOOO!" Ric exclaimed in admiration.
         "I can imagine that anti-moonie will be a prominent force in the 
future, JR!" Tenay adds, having finally recovered form the horror of Pippkin.  
     It didn't last long
      Then, the disturbingly sinister music of Joker's theme from Batman: 
The Animated Series played throughout the arena. Strolling up to the ring 
was the demented Pippkin, in a tall female form wearing an elegant long 
dress slit up the sides. Her ears were bound back like a pony tail. She is 
followed by Aron 'Psycho Nerd' Scythe, Agent Q, and T-Bone. Across T-Bone's 
broad shoulders is C-Ko, bound, gagged and sobbing.
     "What the hell is this?" JR raged.  "Somebody cut the cameras off! This 
tournament is over!"

         They enter the ring, and Pippkin takes a microphone.  "Now JR, I 
know you don't want to do *that*!" C-Ko is dumped roughly on the mat and Q 
draws his staff and lowers it to the whimpering girl.
         "I'd *hate* to bash this brat's head across the mat!" Pippkin-chan
said with a demonic laugh.  JR reluctantly backed down at Flair's urging 
while Tenay began hyperventilating.
     "However, I will unless you fulfill my *simple* request: 5 million in 
nuyen, and the AAA Virtual Championship belt." She sneered at the crowd and 
announcers as a shocked silence fell.
     "Okay, that's going too far," Flair said in an irritated voice.     
     Suddenly, the horrible silence was broken by another voice booming over 
the loudspeakers.  "Kidnapping and extortion... I thought even *you* were 
above THAT!"  The crowd went insane as they recognized the voice's Canadian 
accent.  
     "OH MY GOD!" Tenay screamed. "IT'S BRET HART!"

     The Hitman made his appearance a few seconds later, roaring out of the 
back on a really kick-ass motorcycle.  He spun it to a stop at few feet 
away from the ring, and then pulled out a futuristic and incredibly powerful-
looking gun.  Bret climbed into the ring fearlessly, his weapon leveled at 
Pippkin-chan and her troops.
     "The only thing you're going to *get," Bret said coldly, "is a taste 
of vengeance."  
     The crowd roared its approval while Pippkin-chan only laughed.  "Oh, 
really?"  She replied.  "ARON!  Sic 'im!"  
     The Psycho Nerd charged forward... only to be felled by an incredible 
missile dropkick. Pippkin's expression was first shocked and then hateful 
as she stared at the culprit... Jamie "Jolt" Jeans!  
     "We Canadians have to stick together!" Jamie said with a smile. 
     Aron got up and tried to attack Jamie again, but Jolt only dodged 
agilely away. "Sorry, Aron, but it's time for you to feel the buzz!" Jamie 
grinned as a ball of electricity charged in his hands. Aron was almost on 
top of Jolt when...
         "CAFFEINE BUZZ!" Jolt hollered as he launched the electrified ki 
strike at Aron, who was blown out of the ring by the sheer force. The 
audience was oddly silent... not sure whether to cheer or laugh.

         "The...Caffeine Buzz..." Tenay wondered.  
         "What the hell kind of special attack is that?!" Ric exclaimed.
         Bret arched an eyebrow as he looked over at Jolt. "Hey, I've 
never had super powers before," Jolt uttered before being suddenly slammed 
from behind by a clothesline from T-Bone. Bret fought down the urge to help 
Jolt and instead focused on the ringleader.
     Pippkin looked casually at the Hitman as he leveled his gun at her.
         "I'd love to know what you plan to do with the saftey on."
         "Your mind games won't work this time, rabbit!" Bret hollered as 
he pulled the trigger. A faint blip came from his sidearm, but nothing more.
Bret cursed under his breath as he fiddled with the high tech gun. 
     JR moaned.  "I don't believe this... and from a guy who calls himself 
the Hitman..."
     Suddenly, a beam of energy roared out of it into the crowd, knocking 
Bret into the ropes.   "Ummm...sorry!" Bret managed.   
     "BRET HART SUCKS!" a single male voice screamed out from the crowd.  
     "Thanks for the support, Steve," Bret muttered.  
     Before Bret had a chance to try a different attack, he was blind-sided 
by a staff attack from Q. Now Bret, Jolt, and C-Ko were at the mercy of 
Pippkin. "You know the plan," she hissed to the others.  They all fell upon 
Bret and began administering a vicious beating.  When Jamie attempted to 
help him, Pippkin-chan inserted herself smoothly in Jolt's way.  She was
holding Bret's gun, and had a horrible smile upon her face.  Jamie stopped 
short as he faced her.
     "Oh, Jamie," Pippkin said with relish.  "I was hoping you'd come."  
Jamie was taken aback by that comment; he'd never riffed anything with that 
rabbit in it before...
     "So tell me, Jamie, how did it feel to fire a ki blast of your very 
own?  After all that time of living vicariously, it must have been a 
*real* thrill," Pippkin continued.  
     "What are you *talking* about?" Jolt asked her suspiciously.  
     "American Kitsune... Full Circle... Kagato's Revenge. All of your *famous* 
MiSTing efforts.  You received all the credit, but you weren't the one 
who had to *suffer*."  At that, Pippkin's voice took on a dark, hateful 
tone.  The arena was frozen in place as they listened to her words. "It 
was me, me all along.  For too long I've had to sit through every sick 
piece of garbage you found, all for the sake of your *little hobby*.  But 
now that I've joined Pippkin, that's all over now."
     Jamie's face registered horror as he realized what the rabbit-woman 
was saying.  
     "No," Jolt said softly, trembling as Pippkin suddenly reached up to 
unlace the suit's face mask.  The entire arena gasped in shock as a 
familiar face framed by flowing red hair emerged. Jolt nearly collapsed 
from the shock.
     Pippkin's new host was none other than Samantha Jones.  Everyone   
The announcers, Bret, even C-ko could only stare in shock at this new 
revelation.
     "My suffering is over, Jamie Jeans," Samantha declared coldly.  
"You can NEVER hurt me AGAIN!"
     "NO!" Jamie yelled back at her, his face torn with emotion.  
"It wasn't like that, it was *never* like that!  If I had ever thought 
you were really suffering, I... Samantha, you know I could never hurt you!  
I created you!  You..."  Jamie fought back tears as he poured his heart 
out to her.  
     "You're like a daughter to me," he finished.  He looked deeply into 
her eyes, and just for a moment, he thought he saw a spark of *his* Samantha...
     ... but Pippkin resurfaced just as quickly.  "You idiot," she hissed 
softly.  "LIGHTNING FIST STRIKE!!"
     Samantha's attack was devastating under any circumstances, but when 
half of the punches are replaced by pistol whips, you have nothing short 
of sheer carnage.  Jamie was (to put it tastefully) a bloody mess even 
before the final crunching strike to the head that knocked him senseless 
to the mat.
     At this time, Kiyone's Galaxy Policemen rushed in to surround the 
ring. Also scattered among them were Wolf, Bret's MWT friends, Anne, 
Del Juicio Final, and A-ko. Surprisingly, Team Foxfire's Kintobor and 
Star Mech, both toting rifles, were also present. Samantha/Pippkin
just laughed wickedly at the display.
     "Thank God, thank God," Tenay babbled in nervous relief.  
     "DAMN YOU, PIPPKIN!!  DAMN YOU STRAIGHT TO HELL!!" Ross shouted.
     "Like they can do anything..." Flair said in with a sinking feeling 
in his stomach as he collapsed into his chair.
         "So tell me," she said casually holding Bret's side arm at her hip.
 "What will you do if I don't give up, *shoot me?*" Pippkin laughed as the 
GP squirmed, knowing that they couldn't really do anything when she had 
three hostages.  
     "But I'm not afraid to use *my* gun," she said darkly.  She pointed 
the firearm directly at the unconscious Jolt's head, and grinned as she 
heard the onlookers' screams.  She tapped a button on the side, and it 
began charging a huge power-burst.  Pippkin wanted this to be impressive.
     It was Samantha's voice that spoke, but an entirely different 
creature that controlled it. 
	"She's mine now, Jamie.  She's mine, and you can never have her back..."  
     Kiyone looked on in horrified panic, desperately thinking for something 
she could do. Everyone was afraid to make a move, afraid that Pippkin would 
start firing into the crowd.  
     Then, quite unexpectedly, a voice behind Pippkin loudly cried "NO!!"  
Pippkin glanced back just in time to see Bret Hart, in a Herculean effort, 
break away from his attackers and charge her.  He hit her hard with a solid 
shoulderblock that bowled her over and sent the gun's shot harmlessly into 
the rafters.  He then picked up the gun she dropped and pointed it at her. 
Pippkin looked back at him and laughed.  "Go on," she taunted.
     Bret knew he couldn't shoot her... his hand was shaking just at the 
thought. And someone else needed him.  He threw the gun down in frustration 
and glared at Pippkin. 
     "All right.  You've won, this time.  But it's not over yet!  THIS ISN'T 
OVER!" he shouted at her.  With that, Bret hoisted Jolt onto his shoulders 
as carefully as he could and dashed out of the ring.
     Pippkin watched Bret run back through the security ring, dropping 
Jamie onto a stretcher in the middle of a swarm of medical personnel.  She 
drew her boxing-glove gun and casually walked closer to C-ko just to remind 
everyone that SHE was still in charge.  
     "You fools!" she taunted them all.  "There's not even ONE among you 
who could stop me. Your little tournament is a farce!  I'm the most powerful 
character in all fanfiction... and now, the multiverse WILL BE MINE!"  
Pippkin hugged herself blissfully at the thought.   
         Then arena suddenly went dark.  A single beam of purple light 
shimmered from the ceiling to the middle of the ring, and a female voice 
rang out.
         "I hav lisenned to this long enouf! The very noshun of eny one 
pirson cuntroling the multiverse is absolutly insane!" The arena lights 
came back on to show a young woman in her late teens materialized in the 
beam of purple light. She was dressed casually in jeans and a sweat shirt, 
and had curly blonde hair bound back in a pony tail. But her eyes--violet eyes 
shimmering as if charged with Mako energy -- revealed her true identity.
         "Unles, of coarse, that one pirson is me," She said with a smile.

     "What the hell?  What's wrong with her speech?" Flair asked.  
     "Sweet Jesus..." JR breathed. "That's Marissa Picard."
    	Marissa stood above C-Ko, waiting for a response.
	"Such presense, such power, such arrogance..." Samantha/Pippkin 
uttered. She then smiled gleefully. "I'M IN LOVE!"
    	Samantha lowered to one knee and took Marissa's hand. Her Royal 
Highness Grand Admiral Marissa Amber Flores Picard looked startled by this 
reaction. "Together, we can rule the Multiverse as queen and..ummm... 
errr...as partners! Are you with me, my lady?" Samantha/Pippkins asked 
with an insane light in her eyes.  
     Marissa smiled coyly and motioned for Samantha to stand.
   	"Oh, don't tell me she'd..." JR said fearfully.  Suddenly, Marissa 
pulled Samantha over in a vicious wrist joint lock. She stared deep into 
Samantha's blank white eyes and growled, "You onestly thenk I need *you're* 
help?" With that, she dropped Samantha with an ax kick.
   	"Hell, no, JR!" Ric shouted, "That lady will stand on her own!"
      "Ric," Tenay screamed in fear, "We have *Marissa Picard* and *Pippkin* 
in the same arena! I'd still qualify this as 'bad'!"
      At Pippkin's angry gesture, T-Bone, Q, and Aron surrounded Marissa in 
the ring. Her royal Highness stretched out her hands. In a violet flash of 
light, a bat'telh (the traditional Klingon blade) appeared.  The trio 
charged Marissa. In swift, fluid motions, she evaded them and struck, 
leaving all three minions unconcious in a heap. She then noticed Samantha 
getting back up, angry and poised to strike with the boxing glove gun. 
Marissa pulled a gold badge from her pocket, pressed it, and turned to C-Ko.

     "If you want to survive, come with me!" She called out, but C-Ko looked
 very suspicious. Samantha/Pippkins was closing in, and the minions were
 recovering.
         "Damn it!" Marissa pleaded. "These madmen are going to destroy us! 
Take my hand!" Reflexively, C-Ko grabbed Marissa's arm and they vaporized 
in a flickering purple glow. Samantha, outraged, barked orders to her men, 
and they all vanished in a crimson burst.
     Kiyone began ordering cops to secure the area and stem the tide of 
panic rising in the crowd.  Then she sent Mihoshi off to accompany Jolt's 
ambulance to the hospital.  Amongst all of this confused activity, the 
members of the AAA announcing team stood stock still.  They all
turned to look at each other simultaneously.  
     And then, Flair, Ross, and Tenay all said the same thing at the 
same time.
     "This is really screwed up!"
 
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 The championship match has been decided! Who will become the AAA's first
 Virtual Champion? Now that Pippkin has found his host, what fiendish plans
 does he have in store for the Author Avatars? And what the heck does Marissa
 want with C-Ko, anyway?! Tune in for the big event next time!