((Author's Note: This fanfic was inspired to be written after I viewed the movie "X-Men 3: The Last Stand" yesterday. It isn't a crossover between X-Men and DOA---just merely a story of two alliances of DOA women with super powers trying to achieve one goal. I hope you enjoy the first chapter! By the way, this chapter is merely an introduction to the upcoming conflict, and has no "super-ness" in it whatsoever! Well, I hope you enjoy! Review afterwards, please! -MC Penguin))
Disclaimer: I do not own Dead or Alive or anything related to it.
Chapter 1:
"Transformation, complete."
Christie walked out of the experiment pod and looked around. She felt weary; almost numb. Inside the tube she had encountered a genetic transportation beam that would supposedly bless her with the ability to control the weather---if it worked correctly. Donovan, the mad scientist performing this new experiment, handed the naked woman a towel. Then he handed her a black leather suit and ordered her to get it on.
"What's this for?" questioned Christie.
"I'm not sure if the clothing you normally wear will stand the electrical charges going through your body if the experiment works. So, I've created this material that will withstand anything."
Without any reply, Christie dropped her towel and slipped on the suit. It wasn't that much of a task. "Now, how does this thing work again?"
"Well, the beam that scanned you while inside the tube is powerful enough to get inside your body without causing you any pain whatsoever. It's sort of like a laser that genetically enhances your body so that it can do what ever it is programmed to do. In your case, I was able to make it so that you can control the weather---just as you wished."
"Hmm…very impressive." replied Christie. "Can I try it out?"
"Oh, be my guest!" replied the scientist. He led her into a gigantic room that was pure white. "This room can withstand anything as well. Water, fire---you name it! This room will withhold during any type of disaster."
"Is that so?" said Christie. "Well, here goes nothing…"
Christie raised her hands to the sky and closed her eyes. Donovan had told to her to think whatever she wanted to do, and that her brain would send a signal to the newly enhanced genes inside of her, causing them to react in producing electrical discharge---lighting---in Christie's hands. The white-haired assassin sat there for a moment, thinking hard about what she wanted to accomplish, but nothing happened.
"What a waste of time," said Christie coldly. "What a waste of money! What a waste of life." She threw her hands down in anger and gave Donavan a demonic glare. He was looking at her from within the laboratory behind a glass window. "You're experiments never work. They never have, and they never will."
"No, it will work." replied the scientist as Christie entered the lab from the white room. "Your body must still be numb from the transformation. It's just an effect that will wear off in a few hours. In the meantime, you need to find out who you want to recruit for this mission."
"Recruits?" Christie replied, surprised. "You mean I can't do this mission on my own?"
"Certainly not. You'll need three other people to help you find Helena Douglas and defeat her for good. With her out of the way, DOATEC will have no heir, and Fame left my name under hers to inherit the DOATEC organization and all of its facilities." Donovan explained.
"Is that so? Well, what about all of his other mistresses---he has no other children?" Christie questioned. Donovan's face suddenly turned from calm to distressed as he began to ponder the thought. True, Fame Douglas had numerous mistresses that he had affairs with, but even he wasn't aware if Fame had had any other children aside from Helena.
"I'm…not…sure…" replied Donovan, still thinking hard.
"Well, you had better find out---and soon. We don't want to go through all of this mess and then wind up having another person inherit DOATEC instead of you." Christie pointed out.
"You're right." Donovan stood up and began to make his way to the door. "I've got to make some phone calls---in the meantime, you need to find out who you want to help you in your mission. Remember, quickness, power, balance, and surprise are the key elements to an effective team."
Christie repeated these words to herself as she exited the laboratory, and made her way out to her car…"First stop, the DWA wrestling arena…"
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"Here I come!"
Tina was on the top rope of the left corner, readying herself to finish her opponent off with her signature move. Her adversary, a rather hefty man dressed in leopard print who was known for his "great" power, was staggering across the ring, trying his hardest to recover from Tina's powerful attacks that she'd laid on him throughout the match. When he neared the corner, Tina stood straight up and began to wave to the crowd, taunting him.
The crowd chanted: "Tina! Tina! Tina!"
With the crowd's cheers giving her momentum, Tina expertly executed her finishing move. Even with her cowboy boots on, she was able to perform a mesmerizing corkscrew attack and land directly on her opponent, causing him to hit the mat with Tina atop of him in a pinning position. The referee rushed over and began to count:
"One! Two! Three!"
After the referee had counted to three, Tina was declared the winner. She stood up and began to dance around the ring in happiness. "Go Tina! Yay me!" she shouted, strutting around for her fans. She blew kisses and waved, completely unaware that the opponent she had just defeated had knocked out the referee and was making his way towards her.
When Tina whirled around due to the gasps of the crowd, she was immediately knocked down by her opponent's blow to the head. Then from behind his back he pulled a pair of brass knuckles. He slipped them onto his right hand and cocked his fist back.
"What a coward!" said mysterious voice. Tina's opponent turned around and saw a masked figure standing upon the top rope of the right corner on the opposite side of the ring. The crowd knew this masked wrestler as "La Mariposa", or "Lisa", as Tina called her.
"I am the coward?" questioned the man. "You are the one with a mask on your face---hiding your true identity. You are the coward!"
"True, my mask may cover my true identity, but you are the one attempting an attack on a poor defenseless woman! You are an embarrassment to mankind!" replied La Mariposa sharply. She somersaulted off of the top rope and landed in front of the man in leopard print. He swung at her with his right fist, but La Mariposa ducked and came back with a spinning kick to the chest.
The man fell onto the mat, breathing hard. La Mariposa went to help Tina up, and together they gave the man a double corkscrew attack off of the top ropes. He wasn't going to get up anytime soon. The crowd began to cheer again, and even Christie, who was silently sitting in the audience, had to give them a slight applaud.
As La Mariposa and Tina made their way backstage, so did Christie. She knew that she wanted these two to aid her in her mission, and the only matter in her way was to convince them to help. But of course, Christie always liked using force rather than persuasion, and unnoticeably tucked a small container into her coat pocket.
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"Tina, that was such a great performance," said La Mariposa as they entered the women's locker room.
"Thanks for the compliment, Lisa, but thanks even more for saving my ass." replied Tina. "That guy would've got me good if you wouldn't have arrived."
"I can't believe he was going to pull such a stunt," replied La Mariposa. "What a coward---what kind of man hit's a woman with a weapon?"
Tina shrugged. The two girls were about to change from their wrestling attire to their street clothes when Christie walked in.
"What the---Christie?" said Tina in awe. "What are you doing here?"
"Why else would I be here? I'm learning your techniques so that I can defeat you in the next Dead or Alive tournament." Christie said with a chuckle.
Tina knew Christie was joking around (something that no one really ever got to see), so she added on, "Just note that I don't have to get my ass saved all the time." The three girls let out a small giggle, but Lisa and Tina still felt a tad bit weird that Christie had just barged in like this.
"Well, I must admit that you did one hell of a performance. You, too." Christie said to both of them. Tina and Lisa both said thanks, then gave each other an awkward glance. Christie knew she wasn't giving them a positive vibe (but then again, it was pretty hard for such a cold woman like Christie to give them a positive one) , so she just decided to come clean.
"How would you two like to earn some extra cash?" questioned the assassin.
"How much?" said Tina. The funds were getting kind of low, and she didn't feel like phoning her dad for some extra rent money. It seemed that neither the modeling nor acting career had taken much liking to Tina's talents. Some extra green would definitely help.
"I'm not exactly sure," truthfully answered Christie, "but I know that it'll get you by. I mean, we're talking at least a couple thousand dollars if everything goes right."
"A couple thousand?" said Lisa. "What kind of job is this?"
"A special one."
"So, you're asking us to help you with a job that you can't tell us about?" said Tina, beginning to rethink the decision of joining Christie.
"Look, all I know is that it's some sort of 'mission' that I need backup for. My boss says I need quickness, power, balance, and surprise." Christie said.
"As long as I get to be the 'surprise', I'm in." Tina giggled. Lisa glared at her from behind her mask, still unsure if they should help Christie out. "What's the matter, Lisa? You need more fun in your life."
"You're calling this 'fun'?" Lisa asked in reply. "Our lives could very well be in danger! This woman doesn't even have any idea about what she's recruiting us for!" Christie looked at her coldly, knowing that if she kept opening her mouth, she could very well ruin her chances of convincing them to come. It looked like she'd have to use her own way of persuasion to get them to help her.
For some reason Lisa knew Christie was about to attack, and when the assassin attempted a strike to the masked wrestler's head, she was able to literally slap her forthcoming fist out of the way and retaliate by giving Christie a swift kick to the stomach. Christie was slammed into one of the lockers behind her, but Lisa's attack didn't have much effect. The assassin quickly resumed a fighting stance and was willing to do anything to apprehend the two women.
Christie lashed out a snake-like a attack with her left arm to Lisa's rib area, causing her to stagger a bit, thus giving Christie a better chance to attack. She attempted to kick Lisa in the head, but Tina caught her heel in midair and was able to whirl Christie around and fling her across the locker room. Christie fell flat on her back, the pain of the hard tile hitting her spine now surging throughout her entire body. However, she wouldn't let that effect her, either.
Christie got up and sprinted towards her two adversaries, reaching behind her back to grab hold of the container that she'd placed in her pocket earlier. It was a sleeping powder, and once Lisa and Tina had taken but a whiff, they'd be out. Lisa and Tina were prepared for an attack, but not the kind that Christie was about to give them.
Without any warning whatsoever, Christie flung the container onto the hard tile floor, causing it to break and the powder to spread throughout the entire room. Lisa and Tina began to cough, and soon they collapsed on the floor. Christie had exited the room before she could inhale any of the sleeping powder. In a few minutes she reentered the room to find Lisa and Tina out on the floor. She had to admit that she hadn't planned out this part of the job. She didn't have anything to put the girls in, and if she dragged two unconscious bodies out to the parking lot, it would definitely attract the police.
So, without any other hope, Christie began opening random lockers in the room, hoping to find some sort of bag that would be able to hold both girls inside. Luckily, Lisa's locker had such a bag, and Christie quietly stuffed the bodies into the bag and attempted to pick it up. However, it was way too heavy, and she was faced with yet another problem.
Christie peeked her head outside of the locker room and hoped to see a cart of some sort that she could put the bag upon. There was a deserted cart near the door of another room, and Christie decided to go for it.
"What are you doing?" a man in an orange jacket asked as Christie began to pull the cart into the locker room. Christie didn't respond, but instead gave the man a quick strike to the ribs, causing him to fall. Then she kicked him in his head and he was out. She continued to pull the cart into the locker room, and then set the bag with bodies inside on top of it. She then made her way out to the parking lot and to her car.
Christie tossed the bag into the backseat of her little black car and unzipped it. (This way the girls would have oxygen, just in case they woke up). Then she got inside her car and revved up the engine. The little car's roar shattered the silence that bestowed the parking lot as she drove away.
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When Christie had arrived back at DOATEC with the bodies inside the bag, Donovan let out a chuckle.
"I'm guessing they didn't come willingly?" he asked with a smirk.
"How can you tell?" Christie replied with a laugh.
"Well, nevertheless, we're going to have to brainwash them. It's the only way that they'll cooperate." said Donovan.
"How long will that take?" asked Christie.
"A few days."
"A few days? What am I supposed to do until then?"
"Well, in the meantime, I have a minor mission for you to complete. You also need to recruit another member. These two here are surprise and balance---now all you lack is speed." said Donovan.
"Okay, so what's the mission?"
"You are to capture Fame Douglas's daughter."
"But I thought I needed these two and another recruit in order to---"
"Not Helena. Kokoro."