Author's Note:

Alright, some notes on how all this came about.

When I was growing up, I ended up creating my own characters and stories to go along with the show, which means I pretty much was addicted to fanfiction before I even knew what it was. For some reason I remembered the ones for this one clearly. I didn't remember her name but remembered I'd made her Thrasher's best friend and she was a radio DJ (because that's what I wanted to be at the time). Back then, she would have been all "Girl power!" now she's ended up more "Aim for the balls, honey, there's too many dicks on the field as there is."

And thus came Lux Gallow, eternally loyal best friend to Thrasher Malone and more than willing to aim for the balls on her behalf. Former grifter and rising rock star with a mouth like a longshoreman, a mind permanently in the gutter and who's openly bisexual because I find it amusing that had she been an actual character, she would have been absolutely controversial in a cartoon featuring mutants ripping each other to pieces in every episode.

I don't know what it was about catching the few available episodes of Mutant League that latched onto my imagination but when I did the Inktober challenge a few months back I ended up focusing on the Mutant League universe and creating a whole bunch of characters within it, which ended up being a lot of fun and hey, it helped me start writing and drawing again and I desperately needed the inspiration.

It's rated M for content and language because Lux's potty mouth let's face it, they rip each other apart but they don't cuss? Oh, 90's cartoons, I miss you so.

Lux wasn't surprised Thrasher watched the Mutant League games but it wasn't until they'd been friends for a while before she noticed a few things she found odd. For one thing, Thrasher seemed to favor the Midway Monsters in general but she watched every single game no matter what team was playing. And she watched them. She might get up to get a snack or a drink from time to time but she never talked much while a game was on and she didn't look away from the TV for studying or anything.

Studying.

That thought was what tipped Lux off.

Thrasher finally admitted it one night when she happened to glance away from the screen and found Lux watching her with her head cocked to the side. Lux looked at the TV thoughtfully and looked back at her. "You're not just watching that for the muscles," she stated.

Thrasher snorted. "Hardly."

"Thinking of joining up when you graduate?" It started out joking but even as she said it, realization hit her.

Thrasher met her gaze squarely and they just stared at each other for a moment. Lux glanced at the screen. "That's a boy's club."

"I know."

"That's, like, the ultimate boy's club, Thrash."

"I want to play, L," she said quietly. "It's all I've ever really wanted to do. I don't have any choice."

Lux nodded slowly. There weren't enough female mutant athletes to make up a professional team, much less a league. "You're going to need every advantage you can get. No wonder you study the games." Lux sat up abruptly. "Wait a minute...how are you even going to get in? They'll shut you down if you even try. Unless...you already have an in?"

Thrasher smirked. "I'll give you a hint: what's my last name?"

"Malone." Lux blinked at her in confusion for a moment before it clicked. She resisted the urge to slap her forehead. "Malone. Holy fuck, you're Malicious Malone's kid. I'm an idiot."

Thrasher laughed. "And Prigg still hasn't managed to acquire the team he was on...now called the Midway Monsters."

"Hell of an in. Prigg...is that the fat guy with the lumps on his head?"

"Yep. He's the Commissioner."

"Ugh."

"That about sums it up."

Lux gazed at her with a mix of wonder and worry that made Thrasher shift a bit, uncomfortable.

"You're either the most amazing woman I've ever come across, Thrasher Malone, or you're even fucking crazier than I am."

"No one is crazier than you are."

"Bitch."

"Psycho." Thrasher smirked and rubbed the back of her neck, turning her golden eyes back toward the screen. "I just...want to play." There was an edge to her voice that lightened Lux's spirits. God help anyone who stood in her way.

Sobering, Lux turned her attention to the game as well, letting her thoughts dwell on the fact that once she graduated, her best friend was going to walk into that very stadium. And Thrasher was too goddamned smart not to know she'd be walking in with everyone inside set against her.

Including her own team, probably.

But if there was anyone who had the sheer strength of will to pull that shit off...

Lux let out an exaggerated sigh and started ticking off on her fingers. "Let's see. I like hockey, baseball...basketball is okay..."

"What are you talking about, L?"

"I'm going over the sports I already like and the ones I gotta learn how to like if I'm going to be going to all of your games."

"You don't have to..."

"Nope, but I'm going to. I hate football but I'll find something to enjoy. Volleyball is okay. Racing...oh, holy shit, Thrash, you're going to rip that stadium apart the first time you race, that's going to be awesome!" Lux actually bounced in her seat a little at the thought.

"I'm looking forward to that more than anything, I'll admit." Something seemed to have eased up in Thrasher, her smile a bit less on edge. She reached out and took her hand. "Thanks, L."

"I always knew you were born to raise hell." Lux's smile was wicked now and she squeezed her hand back. "It's why I always liked you."