Author's Notes: The "Repuken" and "Deadly Rave" techniques are technically properties of SNK Playmore, I think You probably don't know what the fruit I'm talking about, but I'm okay by that. Yay, Fighting Games!!!

Meanwhile, at Mineral Town's poultry farm, two siblings were boiling a typical argument while their mother stood by in regret.

"I said it over a thousand times, that Kai is nothing but a troublemaker out to get you! Besides, what other reason would he be so smooth around you? There just must be something wrong with him!" Cried Rick, the dirty blonde, nerdy-looking glasses-wearing brother.

"And I'm telling you! You're being mean to me and Kai! He's a nice guy and you're just acting pigheaded! And besides, what would "problems" have anything to do with being one of my best friends? Are you just trying to make fun of me again?" Argued Popuri, the childish sister with fluffy pink hair.

"Well, no. But honestly, that guy has to be some sort of pedophile to like you. I bet he flirts with a bunch of childish girls younger than him through the different seasons. That HAS to be it!" Rick concluded.

Popuri let out a ferocious scream.

"I'M TELLING YOU, QUIT CALLING ME CHILDISH!!!" Popuri whined.

"Your current attitude doesn't help, you know." Rick refuted. "Anyway, I never considered it before, but because of your childish nature, I'll have to keep you from falling in the hands of all those pedophiles in the outside world! And that only means I'll have to keep a stricter eye on you! I know that man Jeff already has a wife and child, but I've SEEN how he looks at you and Elli. Who knows if Duke will fall prey to pedophilification." He voiced aloud.

" "Pedophilification" Isn't even a word!" Popuri pointed out.

"Well, it should be! The United States Government has made up a bunch of jargon describing the issues it has faced over the years! "Pedophilification" Should be a NEW term everyone should grow accustomed to!" Rick proclaimed, as if demanding the whole world to follow through with his proposition.

"No! It's a stupid word! Besides, your other big words confuse me enough as it is!" Popuri argued.

"Hey! At least those words are in the dictionary! I'll simply have to make "Pedophilification" a household name!" Rick yelled back.

Their passive mother, the equally pink-haired yet significantly matured Lillia sighed.

"Their arguments always seem to jump off in different tangents on the day Kai leaves. I don't know if this is their way forgetting about him, but it doesn't exactly help that they find a way to put him back in…" he thought to himself.

Somehow, the argument between Rick and Popuri got stuck on "Pedrophilification" with a bunch of nonsensical points thrown in for good measure to sustain it. The monotony seemed to last forever until…

"Why would Kai have to be part of the definition of "pedophilification"? You're just being a big jerk!" Popuri said while sticking her tongue out at her ornery brother.

"Since it's my word, Webster will HAVE to abide my definition! Therefore, Kai whats-his-last-name shall be officially deemed as a synonym for that term!" Rick yelled. "And no, if you ever have any crazy thoughts, I will make sure you NEVER try to abandon this household just to run off with the master of pedophilification!"

"Ugh! Quit being a jerk with made up big words!" Popuri shouted.

"Uh… Rick, Popuri. Please, sto---"

"Oh ho! Already going to work with your patented evil by torturing your sister with threats and big vocabulary, eh? Perfect. I need you at your best if I am to claim evil supremacy!" A voice called from outside.

Lillia, Rick, and Popuri turned their heads simultaneously to see a very eager Rock.

"Umm… hello, good stranger. And Welcome to the Poultry Farm." Lillia greeted in a polite voice.

"Wait a minute… "Patented evil"? Who are you talking about?" Rick cried dubiously.

Rock chuckled in sinister amusement.

"No need to treat me so humbly, Rick. I've heard of your many sinister exploits and I've come take you down a notch. Don't you think the title of "King of Evil"

Belongs to some one that's more… pretty?" Rock bragged.

Everyone in the Poultry farm was left with blank stares.

"WHAT?!" Rick cried.

A hesitant Popuri was the first to speak up.

"Uh… I'm not sure about "King of Evil". "King of Jerks" sounds more accurate, but---"

"GIVE ME A BREAK!" Rick shouted. "I don't know where this "King of Evil" nonsense comes from! I bet he's just another crazy pretty boy out to have a fun time with all the girls, isn't he?"

Rock applauded Rick's outburst. "Great, great! Being a caustic big brother to her adorable younger sister! You will be a worthy challenge!"

Rick immediately stopped his griping towards his sister and put up a more furious front with Mineral Town's supposed usurper.

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" He demanded to know.

Rock himself. "I've heard all of the exploits of "Rick, the King of Evil" who resides in Mineral Town who brings strife and pain to all the land. They've claimed he is a sick, twisted, incestuous individual who drives away Oceanic pretty boys. His archenemy is said to be none other than the legendary local farmer, a self-proclaimed ally of justice cute girls everywhere, and though he has yet to triumph over said farmer, has left a significant trail of destruction in his wake over their many struggles." He explained. "Surely, if I am to defeat the man who inspired these legends, the world will be forced to recognize me as the Supreme Master of Evil!"

Popuri and Lillia were on the verge of cracking up while Rick was beside himself with disbelief.

"… I can't believe all those insane rumors antagonizing me spread so far as to accumulate into that big mess." Rick groaned.

Rock pointed a dramatic finger at his proclaimed rival.

"That's right! All those legends that contribute to your infamy… do you know just how many fangirls you've accumulated because of your dominance over the dark side?! That isn't right! I should be the one with all those fangirls! I should be the one recognized for his bad boy infamy! Not you, not some petty thief with silver hair and purple pants, and especially not some dark-skinned gambler with a crazy voice! The honor rightfully belongs to ME!" Rock ranted.

"Fan Girls? What are you talking about? I don't have any fan girls, especially ones who like me for being "evil". Where did you get these ideas?" Rick replied in deep confusion.

""What about that hot "Karen" chick everyone's been talking about? How is it that YOU of all people are a chief love interest to what many consider the hottest girl in existence? Only someone with truly evil prowess could hold that sort of influence over her while being obscenely nerdy!" Rock protested.

"H-hey! Karen and I are just really good friends! I don't really mind so much that she's with Sack! And could you quit calling me "nerdy" and associating it with evil already? It's just plain wrong." Rick argued back.

"Don't listen to that conniving creep! He's as evil as they come!" A dramatic voice cried aloud.

"Oh, my. It looks like one of our regular customers has arrived." Lillia said pleasantly as she clasped both her hands.

Everyone turned towards the door yet again to see a young man wearing green overalls, and backwards green cap. He had messy light blonde hair, and big, green puppy dog eyes expressing undeniable fury.

Rock smirked at the new arrival with pleasure.

"I see… so this is the legendary farmer, and my future archenemy, Sack Belmont." Rock commented. "Truly a worthy hero…"

"That's right!" Sack announced with a fist clenched. "And you. Don't lie! I know you've been conspiring to take my beloved Karen from me since the moment I laid eyes on you! And you're always mean to Popuri for one reason or another! You're the biggest asshole ever, which means you are EVIL!!!"

Rick sighed. "Sack… aside from the obvious, I don't really understand what it is you have against me. Popuri is just a whiny brat, anyway, and---"

"Now with your ingenious plot to seduce Karen out in the open, it'll be up to ME to undermine your power and usurp that ambition for myself!" Rock proclaimed in a dastardly tone.

"Uh… actually, you can't go after Karen right now…" Sack sighed.

"WHAT? Don't make me laugh! I'm evil, so I can do as I please!" Rock bragged.

"No… what I mean is, even if you WANTED to steal Karen from me, and you know I'd stop you from doing so, she isn't… HERE right now. She's off visiting a childhood friend of hers in Neo Wystern. I think he's a Craftknight or something." Sack explained.

"Oh, well, that sucks. I really wanted to win this chick over and show off my incredible evil powers." Rock groaned.

"Ha! Then I would have to own you with the forces of Righteousness for even CONSIDERING trying to take Karen from me!" Sack boasted.

"Hmm… you speak much like an old friend of mine, except crasser. Interesting. Alright, as soon as I wipe the floor with the World's Greatest Evil, you're next." Rock smirked.

"Okay then, you're on!" Sack cried with a grudging respect.

Rick sighed. "No one's listening to me… are they?"

"There, There, Rick. I'm sure all of these misunderstandings will clear themselves up eventually." Lillia voiced in a consoling voice.

"Right… thanks Mom." Rick replied back reluctantly.

"So, then! How about I prove my supremacy by showing off my evil powers first?" Rock proposed.

"Listen! I'm not---"

"I can control people's minds." Rock interrupted.

Rick stopped himself and glared at him in disbelief. Again.

Everybody else joined in the staring on his proposition.

"Oh, come on! That's ridiculous! Even more so than when Sack accused me of trying to invent a Brainwashing Helmet for Karen the other day…" Rick scoffed.

"No, really. I can use it on her if you want proof." Rock said casually as she pointed to Popuri, who panicked as soon as she was unwillingly volunteered.

"Go ahead and try, crazy boy. You'll probably just scare her half to death in your exaggerated attempt to do so." Rick replied.

Rock shrugged. "Okay, whatever."

He then started concentrating his thoughts.

"No! Stop! Wait! Rick, you jerk! I---"

A mere moment later, the formerly peppy Popuri was reduced to staring vacantly in the air.

Rick scoffed again. "So what? That drooling state of hers isn't all that impressive. My little sister probably got tired from one of her usual sugar rushes or something!"

Rock stared at the glasses man strangely. "Okay, so then… what WOULD convince you that I have total control of her mind, wise guy?"

"Heh. Well, Popuri happens to be one of the most childish and immature girls around! If she was running around all intellectual and aloof, she'd HAVE to be brainwashed!" Rick replied.

"Oh, alright. I think I can do that for you." Rock replied. He then thought of the most worldly aloof person he knew, and applied it to the pink-haired girl's mind while leaving sufficient control over her mind.

Popuri's limbs changed from loose and limp to stiff and upstanding, and her vacant gaze turned into a cool, narrow stare.

"So… what is it you want?" Popuri said in a vaguely emotional tone.

"Okay… so this is what it would be like if Nami was my obedient servant. Kinda creepy, actually, but I'll have to keep the pink-haired girl this way if they're going to believe."

"Popuri?" Sack said with a stunned look on his face.

"I don't know… she just sounds like she's in a bad mood. We did just have a fight after all." Rick said skeptically.

"I see. Very well, Master." Popuri said coolly while walking to a back room.

"Wha-wait a minute! What's going on?!" Rick exclaimed.

A few minutes later, as everyone stared towards Popuri's direction in confusion, the pink-haired girl came back with five eggs and proceeded to juggle them effortlessly.

Everyone applauded her little feet while Rock stood by proudly, and Rick just glared in more disbelief.

"… but, Popuri never juggled anything in her life." Rick uttered disbelief.

"I know! It's incredible! Good job, Popuri!" Lillia cried while praising her daughter.

"See, I can even bless my subjects with talents of my choosing to amuse myself." Rock bragged.

"Okay, so you can control people's minds. But like I said, I'm not evil! This stupid contest of evil supremacy is pointless!" Rick complained.

"LIES! YOUR EVIL CORE EMINATES ALL THINGS BAD AND WRONG IN THIS WORLD!" Sack proclaimed!

"Sack! Lay off!" Rick yelled back.

"Villainous Asshole!" Sack replied.

While Sack and Rick continued yelling at each other, Popuri stood by in military fashion with her juggling eggs clutched closely to her chest. As time passed, Rock decided to meet up with his new minion.

"So, uh… Popuri, is it? How long exactly do these guys go at it without turning all violent, anyway?" Rock asked.

"Approximately Twenty Minutes; however, their little disputes seem to pale in comparison to the lengthily arguments that occur between my brother and myself." Popuri replied in an analytical voice.

"Interesting. Well then, I'm curious. Do you have any cooking specialties?" Rock asked out of the blue.

"Anything that involves eggs. And Chocolate cake." Popuri replied coolly. Although a slight pinkness in her cheeks contradicted her relative lack of emotion as she said the later.

"Chocolate cake, huh? Cool! Okay then, after Rick and I finally go at it, how about you bake everyone a Chocolate Cake in honor of my first step towards Evil World Domination? I mean, sure I'm supposed to be this ruthless badass and all, but it doesn't mean I can't be generous." Rock explained.

Popuri gave a simple nod. "Understood."

She then walked patiently to the side , which somehow got Rick's attention.

"Hold on! Popuri, are you really so far gone as to obediently perform every desire of that pretty boy?" Rick shouted.

"Of course. He is my master." Popuri replied in a "matter-of-fact" tone.

"Besides, I look forward to the moment he thrashes you into utter oblivion." She finished while effortlessly retaining her emotionless state.

The shocked Rick and Sack turned and faced Rock in amazement.

"… Did you just make my sister say that?" Rick inquired.

"Don't look at me! I think that was maybe a Freudian slip or whatever. I don't know my psychology terms. Whatever it was, her subconscious somehow slipped through the cracks to say that despite my hold!" Rock assured them.

Rick shook violently and gave the mind-controlled Popuri a momentary death glare before looking back at Rock.

"Alright, pal! I don't know what exactly you just pulled off, but for the hundredth time, I am NOT going to go through with this ridiculous evil du---"

"How about we compete by seeing who comes up with the more sinister plan to take over this town? Rock blurted out.

"… NO! Are you even listening to me? I said---"

"Okay, fine. If you're not going to do this by villainous prowess, then the only we can settle this with sheer power! I don't mind settling this with a fight at all!" Rock concluded.

"WHAT?!" Rick exclaimed.

Sack nodded. "Yes… no doubt that devilish chicken farmer has some devious tricks up his sleeves! This is a perfect way to gauge his true strength." He uttered loud.

"What are you talking about?! Sack, we've never EVEN gone as far as fight hand to hand before!" Rick cried.

"Well, we should have done so long ago! A decisive duel would have settled our eternal rivalry once and for all!" Sack cried back.

"Too bad. Because his hide is mine to fry!" Rock interjected.

"You're…. not REALLY going to do this, are you?" Rick said to Rock.

"Oh, I get it! So you're so confident in your abilities that you see me as unworthy? Very well! I'm not holding back!" Rock announced.

"Wait just a---"

"You know, now that I think of it, despite your nerdy ways, we actually have quite a bit in common…" Rock said aloud.

Rick shot him a very dubious glance.

"Like what?" He asked in agitation.

"Well, we both have blonde hair, we're both clearly evil, and we both have a Farmer of Justice we dream of taking down. Of course, what struck me as the most interesting similarity is our name. I mean, the only difference is one vowel." He pointed out.

"And that point of that little speech is what, exactly?" Rick demanded.

"This duel between evil forces was destined from the start! I have no doubt in my mind we were meant to meet in such a contest of power!" Rock concluded.

"For crying out loud---"

"En guarde!" Rock cried as he got into a fighting position.

He then gathered blue-colored chi in his right hand.

"Feel the fury of the wind! Repuken!" Rock shouted.

The malevolent party master then swung his right hand in an upward arc, sending a deadly blue gale right towards Rick.

Despite the popular myths depicting the "almighty" nerd, Rick just could not dodge effectively, and this was a moment where his life depended it on.

"YOW!!!" Rick cried in pain as the gale crashed right into him.

Rock looked rather impressed by his opponent's lack of countering. "Ha! Still not ready to take me seriously? Fine then! Let's see how long you can last with my technique! Repuken!"

"OW!"

"Repuken!"

"Yeowch!"

"Repuken!"

"Ugh!"

"Repuken!"

"Oof!"

"Repuken!"

"Guh!"

As Rock continually sent gale after gale, Sack Belmont simply watched by the sidelines, totally unimpressed.

"Man that Rock guy fights like a complete n00b." The farmer groaned.

"My Master cannot help it. He's simply trying to gage his enemy right now." Mind slave Popuri pointed out.

"Really?" Sack said back. "So, I really am curious right now. Can your brother actually defend himself in any way in a fight?"

"No." Mind slave Popuri replied.

Sack went silent for a while as an amused grin formed on his face.

"Still not ready to fight me, eh? Fine then! I guess the only way to test our true evil powers is if we unleash our ultimate techniques!" Rock announced. "Well, ever since I defeated your jerkwad of a Mayor, I've developed a technique far more deadlier than what I used against him! And guess what? I did it by incorporating my "Deadly Rave" dance skills! That's right! Prepare yourself for one stylish evil beat down, Great King!"

The mentioning of the Mayor struck a chord in Lilia. "Mayor Thomas? Does that mean, that this stranger is responsible for vanquishing him?"

At the same time, Rick gave him the most dubious look he could ever muster.

"That's just ridiculous…" he uttered quietly.

"Really, now? You're going to regret underestimating the Rock!" Rock proudly cried.

As soon as Rock took his first step, Rick went into a futile defensive maneuver with both arms and one knee covering the front of his body while he shook. But despite his charge, Rock felt nothing. He then stood normally upright and stared right in front of him. Rock was gone! Rick looked around in a panic to try and find his foe, but to no avail. At last, the spectacled chicken farmer felt he was safe until he felt a tap on his shoulder. Rick gulped before he turned around slowly to meet face to face with a grinning Rock.

"Ha! Deadly Rave Time!" Rock announced.

Immediately, Rock proceeded to deliver Rick the most choreographed beat down in history. Poor Rick could do nothing as he was dealt a flurry of funky fists and fancy footwork. Finally, after a mighty scissor kick, Rick was left dazed and standing in place, leaving Rock the chance to charge up one last surge of violent chi.

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" Rock yelled when he finally released the surge in a light blue sphere right at Rick.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" Rick shouted as he went flying out of the Poultry Farm.

Outside of Poultry Farm, an affable brown-haired nurse in a fluffy blue dress hummed peacefully as she enjoyed her day off with an afternoon stroll. She found herself stopping when she saw one of the many chickens strutting about. The nurse's suspect ability to all things cute forced her to approach it.

"Oh! You're just such a cutie, aren't you?" The nurse squealed.

"I really wish sometimes we could offer some veterinary services on the side so I could take care of such adorable creatures too!" She beamed.

Suddenly, the limp form of Rick went whizzing by and right into the Nurse's grasp.

"…Elli?..." Rick cried weakly.

"Oh, hello Rick!" The nurse greeted pleasantly. "Are you trying to find a special way to fly?"

"N-no… Choreographed fighting… Idiotic Pretty Boy… Rock…" Rick barely got out.

"Fighting?! Oh, my… now that I think about it, you look pretty roughed up right now! Who did this to you?" Elli asked.

The weakened Rick pointed a shaky finger right at the responsible party.

"R-Rock…" Rick uttered again with a moan.

"Rock?" Elli repeated. "Say… isn't that the guy who destroyed Mayor Thomas some months ago when he visited Forget-Me-Not Valley to harass Auntie Romana for her riches?"

At this point, Rick was too unconscious from pain to respond properly.

"No way! That guy is…. Is… our savior!" Elli shouted. She then laid Rick's body down gently aside and took a few more steps towards the Poultry Farm.