Uwah! I have been bogged down studying for end-of-year exams and I am DRAINED! I should be doing revision now but my severe case of CBA syndrome has forced me to abandon the books and write the next chapter! So that means good news for you readers and bad news for my exam results... Oh well!

Disclaimer: For those of you who think that I own this series after reading these previous chapters, you need more help than I do! :P
WARNING: Contains... Well... ya know... this and that and some other stuff... Ya know what I'm saying?

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Chapter Seven- Cheap Shots

-Date: Saturday, May-
-Time: 3.50 pm-
-Place: Random Field-

"Bring it on! This Wolf will never lose to a Tiger!"

As he said this, Shi-Long Lang made his way over to the fighting ring that had mysteriously appeared from the ether while Kay released Tigre from his confines.

Once both men had entered the ring, giving hardened glares and deep growls at each other, Kay decided to do what she had been doing throughout most of the day's weird events and narrate what was going on. Although, she seemed to be more like a referee in this instance.

Back on the stage, she announced the rules speaking very clearly through the mic so that people would not have any trouble understanding.

"The rules are simple, now listen very carefully... There are no rules! Everything goes in this fight so use whatever tactics you want, just WIN!"

Judging by the manner in which this day had been developing, leaving the rules open was probably not the best idea. However when Miles attempted to point out that things could get dangerous, he was simply met by Kay shoving the first page of that stupid rulebook in his face... again!

Sighing and deciding that if Lang lost then he'd only have to face Lana, the prosecutor dropped the matter.

"In the red corner, weighing in at... ummm... Wolfie, what do you weigh?"

Kay never got an answer as Lang was far too busy focusing on his opponent and thinking up ways to take him down. Figuring that weight wasn't too important she proceeded to announce that Tigre was in the blue corner (well... DUH!) and that the fight could begin.

Both men had been having a stare contest, but as soon as they heard Kay shout, "BEGIN!" they both sprang into action.

Lang, being a renowned Interpol Agent, was well trained in hand-to-hand combat.
Tigre, being the shady guy he was, didn't have the professional training his opponent had but he had his own, rough street style that was not to be messed with.

Seeing as Kay had decided that no rules applied, that meant there was also no time limit and so no rounds. It would be survival of the fittest, last man standing.

Tigre made the first move, launching himself at Lang and managing to land a hard punch on his right shoulder. The brunette was taken aback; he didn't expect Furio to be so fast. However he quickly shook it off and regained composure. A wolf can be just as fast as a tiger, if not faster! I refuse to lose this fight!

Letting out a low growl, Lang clenched his fist and flew at his opponent. Thinking he knew the move coming up, Tigre dodged the swing that was taken at him. Unfortunately, this was all part of a well constructed plan and as he dodged the agent ducked down and neatly kicked Don's feet up from under him.

Finding himself on the floor all of a sudden, the Tiger looked up to see the Wolf smirking at him. You's gotta be kiddin' me! Some punk-ass wolf thinks he's gonna beat ME?
Doing one of those really cool Jackie Chan flippy things (you know, where you're on the floor and you sorta spring up) Furio started to unleash a barrage of attacks that quickly had Shi-Long on the defensive.

"It looks like our Tiger currently has the upper hand!" Called Kay excitedly, "But it certainly is way too early to tell who will win this fight!"

Damn right it is! Thought Lang as he caught Tigre's wrist as said person was aiming a punch. Now that he had wrist control, the agent quickly span around and ended up behind the spiky haired man with the wrist still firmly in his grasp.

Furio let out a roar as Lang proceeded to put extreme pressure on his wrist. The more he struggled, the worse the pain got. Damn this guy and his stupid body locks!
The Wolf couldn't help but let out a low chuckle, which didn't go down well with his rival.

"WHY YOU'S!"
Somehow managing to thrust his head back into a semi-powerful head butt, he managed to catch the agent off guard and escape from the excruciating position he had been in. Jumping back and cradling his wrist, attempting to get feeling back into it, Lang was busy discarding his jacket.

So much for me thinking that would finish him off, I'm actually starting to break a sweat. Heh, it's been a long time since I've had a proper challenge. Throwing the jacket out of the ring, the cocky brunette motioned for the Tiger to come and give him his best shot. The other was not about to disappoint.

The two clashed in the middle, no one really having the advantage at any time. They were extremely evenly matched.

"The Tiger throws a punch and it is neatly blocked by Wolfie who is retaliating with a high kick which is dodged! Wow ladies and gentlemen, this really is a tough fight to call. Look at the two of them go!" Kay was busy bounding about the stage and thought she'd get some thoughts from the 'audience.' Making her way over to the Loser's Bench, she asked Meekins what he thought of the action.

"T-this little man is scared sir..." He spoke out quietly. It really was quite scary watching the two go at it, roaring and growling and giving out extremely powerful attacks.
Kay moved onto ask Ema a question. "Do you think you can determine the outcome of this match?"
"Well... Scientifically speaking, it would be impossible to call. Both are evenly matched and so it all depends on who has more stamina."

Back in the ring, the two fighters were still trading hits and Tigre decided to try a combo attack. He aimed a kick at the others head (which was blocked, but that was the plan) and then he quickly brought his hand up, creating a very fast slice-uppercut move. Had this attack hit, Lang would have been in trouble. Luckily, thanks to his quick reactions, the Wolf managed to hop back to avoid the hit making contact with his body. However, that doesn't mean that the attack missed altogether.

Furio's attack caught at the bottom of Shi-Long's shirt and, due to the sheer force behind the move, ended up being sacrificed. The shirt was cut in two, and as the agent attempted to block the attacks now coming his way (Tigre had just gained the upper hand) he found that it was getting in the way. Deciding he'd fare much better without it, the shirt found its way out of the ring and joined the jacket.

For a moment, the fight temporarily stopped. This was because, no matter who you are, you couldn't help but stare at Lang in this current state. His torso now exposed, you could see just what amazing form the agent's body was in. Tan skin shimmering in the sun, the sweat adding to the effect to make him look even more impressive. He was well toned (obviously) and you could see the definition of his muscles. This guy was sexy, and what made him sexier is that he seemed to know this fact. He was brimming with confidence and was dying to continue the fight. It had been a long time since anyone had given him such an impressive challenge and Shi-Long was trembling with anticipation.

Resuming the fight after the brief pause in which everyone was busy ogling Lang, ridiculously strong hits were being traded once more. If we were to break up the stats and see who excelled better in which area, then it would look something like this:

Power- Equal
Endurance- Lang
Speed- Tigre
Defence- Equal
Reaction Time- Lang
Reading Moves- Tigre

The differences in their abilities were so small though, that it really did seem like there wouldn't be a winner. Coming back to reality for a second, Lang realized that if he lost then he was out of the Lang Zi Says Tournament and then risked being someones slave for a day. As much fun as he was having during this encounter, he knew that he had to end it soon. This was when Kay's words popped into his head:

"There are no rules! Everything goes in this fight so use whatever tactics you want, just WIN!"

And so, regretting to use such a low method to win and promising himself he would challenge Furio to a fair fight in the near future, Lang put his master plan into action.
The two were stuck in the middle of a fierce wrestling match when suddenly Lang jumped back, a look of absolute horror on his face.

"OH DEAR GOD! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?"

Falling for it, Tigre faltered and spun around quickly to see what had terrified his opponent. As soon as his back was turned he knew that he had made a terrible mistake. In a matter of seconds, Lang had grabbed him, wrestled him to that floor and had him pinned down.

"3... 2... 1... AND WE HAVE A WINNER! Congratulations Wolfie, you are the victor!"

Kay dashed into the ring to hold Lang's hand up in a winners-like fashion as Furio was busy roaring his head off, still on the floor.

Once he was back on his feet he venomously said, "This is not the end! One day I'll challenge you to a fight and I'll expect you to fight it properly!"

"And I promise I will. Thank you for the great match and I thoroughly intend to have a fair fight with you soon." The agent's hands were in their prayer position, meaning that he was honest about wanting to have a fight where dirty tactics wouldn't have to be employed.

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-Date: Saturday, May-
-Time: 4.20 pm-
-Place: Random Field-

Once things had calmed down a bit and Furio had gone off to (probably) con some people, Lana quickly asked if she could have the next Lang Zi.

"Sure," said Kay as she made the fighting ring disappear into thin air (courtesy of Troupe Gramarye). "Go ahead, Lang Zi away."

Lana had a wicked grin on her face and had her Lang Zi all set up. "Miles Edgeworth. Lang Zi Says: Tell us why are you currently blushing and staring at Agent Lang."

That was evil, but it was true. Ever since Lang went shirtless, the prosecutor couldn't help but stare. Once Lana had pointed this out, the agent turned to Miles and saw that he really was staring at him and really was blushing. A smirk came to his face and he winked at the silver haired one, making the latter blush even deeper.

"W-What kind of stupid Lang Zi is that?"

"The kind of Lang Zi you seem to be reluctant to complete," replied Lana who was smiling sweetly despite the fact that she was being harsh on poor Edgeworth.

"N-Ngh! Well I... I..."

"C'mon Mr. Edgeworth! All you have to do is tell us one simple thing, and make sure you don't lie because we'll be able to tell if you do!" The thief produced Little Thief as a reminder and the prosecutor found himself backed into a corner.

I can't lie because they will know about it and then I'll be out and then I could be someone's slave for a day! Although... Franziska is out so maybe I won't be picked... But I bet Agent Lang would love to take advantage of the situation if he won, damn! That means I can't just take myself out either. So, I have to tell the truth...

"Hurry up Edgeworth, don't make me induce a time limit," pestered the Chief Persecutor.

"W-Well... I just thought that Agent Lang is in good shape..." Now please don't push for details!

"That's not good enough Edgeworth. I want to know the full reason you're staring and blushing. It can't simply be because you think he's 'in good shape,'" pushed the brunette.

Dammit! This really isn't good! Miles looked up at Lang who was looking at him with curiosity in his eyes. Urgh... I'll just have to get it over with!

"I thought that he looked... looks... well, err..."

"Go on," this time it was Kay who was looking for the details.

"...Kinda hot..." The prosecutor mumbled this so no one actually heard it apart from Lana who requested that he repeat himself.

"Why? You heard what I just said!" Argued the silver haired man.

"I didn't," said Lang, "And I want to."

Flushing to the colour of his suit, Edgeworth spoke up and said, "I said that you look hot okay! But I... That means nothing! It's just an opinion!"

Miles had completely lost his composure and was failing at justifying his reasons for thinking Lang was hot.
Well it's true! He is! It's not like I'm the only one thinking it, but then again... I guess I shouldn't be thinking this way because I'm a guy and so his he... GAH! What does all this mean anyway? I think he looks hot, I stuck my hand down his pants earlier (against my own will, although I wasn't as opposed to it as I should have been) and I blush and lose my calm when he's around! This is the absolute worst, WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?

Lang was surprised at that sudden outburst by Miles, but he was more than glad it had happened. So... He thinks I look hot huh? Maybe this could go somewhere... The Wolf let his mind slip to very naughty things as Edgeworth glared at Lana who was simply smiling back.

"I'm having the next Lang Zi!" He exclaimed.

Kay gave him permission and Edgeworth's signature smirk appeared on his face. He was getting Lana back!

"Lana Skye. Lang Zi Says: Tell us what was really going on while you were whipping Franziska."

"What are you on about?"

"As soon as you felt that whip in your hands and as soon as you started whipping her... There's no way you can say 'I was only giving her what she deserved' when you were clearly turned on!"

"W-What? Objection! I was not turned on!"

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Everyone looked at Kay who had her mouth open in shock as Little Thief was giving off the signal that meant someone was lying.

"Ms. Skye... You actually were... Pfft... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The Yatagarasu burst into laughter and started rolling about the stage. "That was a cheap shot Mr. Edgeworth!"

"So what? She started it!" Miles said childishly.

"Oh dear," said Kay, recovering from her laughing fit and wiping the tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry Lana, but you know the rules. You lied so..."

"I can't believe this!" Lana glared at Edgeworth who smiled back (how ironic) and she went and stomped over to the stage and onto the Loser's Bench.

"And with that, it looks like we have our final everyone!" Kay announced excitedly. "We have two strong competitors: Miles Edgeworth and Shi-Long Lang! Who will be the winner of the first ever Lang Zi Says Tournament? I can hardly wait to find out, so let's get ready for the final showdown!"

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WAHOOOO! The final! Now I get to put these two in even more embarrassing situations! I can't believe I'm nearing the end of this fic, I love it sooo much!
The next chapter will be the final chapter in which you could suggest any Lang Zi's you want to happen so if you have an idea, tell me! Also, don't forget that I'd still like your questions for the interview chapter. Questions can be for characters or me so ask away!
Hope you enjoyed this chapter and thank you for reading my story. Don't forget to review; I need something to cheer me up while I'm suffering with revision! XP

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