Deep in an underground carpark, another foe had fallen to the Champion. Admittedly, the Champion didn't look like much, but he was tough, and that is where his opponents had lost.

"Anyone else?!" The Champion roared. A briefcase full of cash sat next to him. "Anyone at all? For all of the money in this briefcase if you can beat me?!"

Jeers and cheers went up from the small, unruly crowd, but no one stepped forward.

"Double or nothing then! Come on!" The Champion goaded.

Finally, a tall, well-built young man approached. He had dark hair, a determined face, and wore a ninja headband around his arm. On the headband was an anchor.

"All right then mate, you're on." His deep voice was arrogant. The Champion scowled. Australian, by the sound of his accent. The Champion knew how to deal with arrogant Aussies.

"Think fast!" The Champion threw the first punch, knocking the young man off-guard. He recovered quickly though, and shot back with jabs of his own.

The two men weaved and darted around each other. The Champion growled. This upstart was holding back, just like the others who mistook his size for weakness! He'd soon show this Australian what happened to men who took the Champion lightly!

He started pummelling the young man, every blow stronger than the last. The young man took it for a minute, before countering with shots of his own. The Champion staggered. This young man was as strong as he looked, perhaps even stronger.

He slammed his fist into the young mans face again, sending him flying into the crowd, who hauled him to his feet and threw him back into the fray. Blood streamed from his nose and lip, but he wasn't ready to give up yet. He slammed his hands together in a flurry of hand signs.

"Rat! Tiger! Monkey! Snake!"

And attacked the Champion with slaps that sounded like gunshots, knocking the Champion to the ground. Without thinking, he mounted the man and began laying into him with countless blows.

It might have been one punch, it might have been a hundred, but finally the Champion had had enough.

"I quit! You win! Please!" He cried.

"What a loser." A slightly taller man who looked like the challenger only with long blonde hair pulled the challenger away. "C'mon Wade, let's get our money and go."

"Aww, but there's more people to fight!" A third young man, who looked identical to the second only shorter and with short blonde hair, whined. The third man wore his ninja headband around his forehead where it belonged, in contrast to his twin who let it dangle loosely from his neck.

"Forget it Stu, we need to get home before Mum and Dad find out we're gone and have a fit." The dark-haired man said.

"What, too much of a coward to stay?" One of the bookers sneered. The long-haired twin glowered at him.

"Easy Lawrence, don't let them get to you." The short-haired twin warned.

His twin didn't listen, and flew at the booker.

"Well, there goes our money." The dark-haired man glowered.

The room erupted into a brawl. The three young Australians were easily outnumbered.

"Come on!" The short-haired twin grabbed his brothers. Suddenly, his eyes turned bright pink, and the three disappeared!

"Well done Stu, you've blinded yourself and only moved us ten feet!" The long-haired twin snapped at his brother, as the crowd turned around and saw their targets now behind them!

"It gives us time to get out of here! Use Time Eyes and we can go!" The dark-haired man commanded. His brother growled, before closing his eyes and reopening them, their colour now a deep mauve.

It was as if the room slowed to a crawl. The three brothers quickly got out of there, and piled into their car.

"Well done Lawrence, you completely ruined everything!" The dark-haired man snapped as they drove home to their parents huge estate.

"I'm sorry!" The long-haired twin snapped, rubbing his sore eyes.

"ALMOST." The short-haired man grinned. He lifted up his hands, two bags in them.

"All the earnings that those bookers would have gotten tonight!" The long-haired man had to laugh at his twin. The mood in the car quickly improved after that!

Soon, the car drove up a long driveway, and stopped in front of a mansion.

The three men quietly slipped into a window, and tip-toed through the lounge room, certain they were safe. Suddenly, they were blinded by the light.

They groaned. An old man was sat on the couch facing them, with a smirk on his face.

"Gentlemen," He said in a strong English accent. "I'm afraid I've got some BAD NEWS!"