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You did the thing you thought made the most sense when faced with a masked wrestler out for your blood in a Nightclub packed with people.
"SECURITY!" You yelled out as loud as you could, trying to attract as much attention as you could over the many sounds of the music and conversations around you. This was only compounded by the fact that, with a near un-noticeable push of a button located on your inner sleeve, your Helipack burst into action from its small space on your back, both allowing you to backup quite a bit faster than your rather spindly form would allow, and drawing the eyes of those few who ignored your yell.
As you tried to sweep your eyes over the area to see if any help was coming at your little display, you quickly brought your view back to your attacker, cautious of any tricks or sneak attacks now... only to find the grown man with both his fists under his chin looking up at you with stars in his eyes... literally, somehow.
"That. Is. AWESOME! I WANT ONE! Where can I get one! Oh! Can you make me one! It could be Blue and Bronze and have my face on it to make it EVEN BETTER!" The Man continued to yell with fervor.
To say the least, you did not expect that reaction. As you were about to respond, hoping to end the confrontation as soon as possible, you were cut off as the man continued his tirade.
"Oh, wait. I can't ask a Bad Guy for stuff! I know! I'll just take his! Yeah! That way, we're all happy!" He finished with a quick nod and bright smile.
"I'M NOT HAPPY WITH THAT!" You yelled back down after hearing what he wanted to do with YOUR things, all the while trying to find those Security guys from earlier.
That seemed to deflate him for a moment, before squatting down low.
"Eh, two out of three ain't bad either. Now, COME OVER HERE!" With that said, the man suddenly leapt forward, closing distance with you at a rate you thought SHOULD be impossible.
Luckily, your reflexes were fast enough, as well as your helipack's engine, which allowed you to quickly move yourself upwards, out of the reach of the mans outstretched arms and allowing Gravity to once again take a grip on the wrestler.
Thus, still seeing no Security coming your way, and now severely doubting how effective they would be against the man before you, you decided to... let's call it strategically retreat from this foe.
Thus, not wasting anymore time, you set your helipack to go as fast as it could go, while aiming towards one of the floors above you, all the while looking desperately for something you could use or would help protect yourself.
As you did this, you heard the sound of a moderate sized crash come from below you, before suddenly feeling something go horribly wrong.
"WHERE DO YA THINK YOU'RE GOING! LARIAT!" Was all you heard before feeling a massive force on the left side of your ribs, sending you careening in a painful heap onto the second floor of the Club, filled with flashing lights and actors now scattering out of the way of your 'fight', if it could be called that.
(HP: 500-75= 425)
As you hit the carpeted floor of the Entertainment Floor, you did your best to tuck yourself into a ball, remembering your Grandpa's lessons on lessening impact damage. It did the trick, resulting in you coming to a halt after bashing into a rather hard object, instead of going splat all over the floor.
(HP: 425-20= 405)
Thus, feeling your ride come to an end, you untucked yourself and got to your feet as quickly as you could, which was actually a bit faster than usual due to all the practice you'd had with that particular situation. And though your side hurt something fierce, it thankfully felt like nothing was broken, and your helipack was still in working order.
And, seeing and feeling no immediate attack to your person, you continued trying to scan your surrounding for SOMETHING. And wouldn't you know it, you did it.
Sitting at one of the now deserted row of Slot machines, was one Clay single minded pulling the lever and watching the roulette spin. When it didn't, he made a small noise and quickly put in another coin.
You didn't really have much time to think of why he was doing that, or why he still was, but you had bigger things to worry about.
"Clay! Buddy, ol' Pal of Mine! I kinda need your help with something!" You tried to say as confidently and quickly as you could while favoring your uninjured side, still glancing around every few seconds in case another attack came.
"Wha? Jack? What in tarnation are ya doin' here? I can just tell this is my lucky try." He said distractedly, quickly turning back to the machine.
You began to grind your teeth a little at that swift dismissal, but you bottled it down for the moment because you could NOT deal with what was going on at the moment on your own.
"Yeah, sorry about that. LISTEN. I have a masked wrestler trying to KILL ME right now, and I need help. Where are the others?" You said as you physically turned Clay's head to face your own, trying desperately to show him how serious you were about this threat.
This seems to have snapped Clay out of whatever head space he was in before, though quickly adopting a slightly flummoxed expression when he actually took in your words.
"Wait. What? What's a Luchador doin' in Thailand? Are you having me on?" Clay questioned back as he now stepped away from his machine, reminding you once again just how much wider he was than you, even if you were the same height.
Before you had a chance to reply, you both heard the tell tale ring of the Club's elevator, drawing your eyes over the now silent and deserted club Floor and to the pair of doors.
And wouldn't you know it, out walked the masked wrestler with his arms casually behind his head, apparently bobbing to the faint music now heard from the first floor. As you were one of the only two people in eye distance of the elevator, it did not take long for the wrestler to find you, quickly growing another smile, and unhooking his hands from behind his hands.
"Oh, good. You didn't run again. That would've been SUPER annoying to find you again. Ah! And you brought a friend. Awesome." He said as he quickly dropped into a stance, feet centered and with both arms tensed and out stretched, as if to give a huge hug. The stance looked full of holes to your slightly experienced eyes, but you thought something felt off about it.
So, while keeping your eyes focused on the man before you, you ignored what he said, and instead spoke to Clay.
"Clay. This is how serious I am. Will you help me? Please?" You said to the side, barely able to stop yourself from flinching each time the man rocked back and forth on his feet, patiently waiting for your conversation to end.
You couldn't see it, but you could feel Clay slide up beside you and a bit ahead of you, entering into a stance of his own.
"Yeah, Pardner. I'd be happy to help ya wrassle this rowdy bull into a pen." He said, a small grin growing on his face, causing your own to grow just a bit in turn.
It also seems to have amused the man across from you, who looked back confidently.
"Heheh. I like you guys. It's a shame we met like this, but hey. That's life." He said, before his face lost its smile, and became deadly serious.
"The Name's Kid, and I'm about to bring you, to the MUSCLE MILLENNIUM!" He shouted as he suddenly rocketed forward, arms first.
Luckily, while you weren't fact enough to react, Clay certainly was, as he grabbed the outstretched arms and used the momentum to throw him down the length of the floor, breaking three blackjack tables before impacting the wall, leaving spider cracks darting around his imprint.
(HP: ?- 105= ?)
For a second you thought it was over, before the man, Kid, buried in the wall suddenly shook himself out of it, moving a tad sluggishly, but was quickly recovering.
"Heh. Yeah, this is gonna be a fun one." Kid said with a smirk.
You had a moment before the enemy was upon you, and only so many thing you could do. So, you quickly decided to do...
END OF CHAPTER
CHOICE: CHOOSE TWO BELOW: One due to Actual Choice, One due to Evil Mastermind
[] Call for Help: Try and Find the Rest of the Monks
-Where
[]Help clay from Behind
-How
[]Help Clay from the Front
-How
[] Play the Slot Machine
[] Go to the Stage
[]Hack
[] Write-In
END OF CHOICE
And there we have it. And let me tell you, we REALLY lucked out with the rolls we did. When we were shot to the second floor, he had a LOW roll. Then again, so did we, but if he rolled a 80 or higher, we would have LITERALLY been punched out of the Club's roof Team Rocket Style. Yeah, we're getting lucky. And, regarding the Mysterious Health of our now named Kid, we don't know him form Adam, and thus have no way of knowing how much life energy he has. Unless we come up with something that reads it, some sort of... scouter if you will. But that's ridiculous, power levels are bullshit.
Now, with the obligatory Dragonball Abridged joke out of the way, I want to talk to you all about something that I feel could make us all the better.
Fanart.
Yep. I want to see as much fanart and Fan comics on this fic and Xiaolin Showdown as I can. Things like THIS, Spoiler: Fan Art #1
Or THIS Spoiler: Fan Art #2
Fill me with so much joy that I just want to see more of it. So, I thus leave it all to you WONDERFUL Spacebattlers to supply me with what I crave. Want to show some Wu some love? Post a picture of it and I or one of us can do an omake on it! Want a Pairing for Jack? Make a good enough drawing or list your reasoning! This is what I want for this Thread, to become one where Ships are always sailing, the fandom is always being debated and expanded beyond what it already is, and there always being at least one lurker keeping the tab open for any signs of activity. This is my hope, so let's do our best to fulfill it!
And, if all THAT isn't enough incentive, for every time one of you makes an omake, or posts a piece of original or commissioned Fan Art, I'll answer a question you have! So long as it's not super spoilery, like who the Final Boss is. So, with that said, I'll see you all again in a few days!
Get to Posting ya'll!