'The Seven Fiancees'
Episode 3; "Good Ol' Texan Brawl'
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The bartender made eye contact with Kris, and raised his chin to point behind him. The Texas Ranger turned, and found the three Asian women he had hoped to see, heading to the lobby bar.
"Oh, gals, over here!" Kris quickly downed the club soda he ordered, and stood up to greet them. He noted the woman with the ponytail went completely on edge when she spotted him, while the one with the lavender hair looked him over curiously.
The third one stayed all business. "You have something we had requested from Mr. Thomas?" Scarlet enquired with her most cultured and firm tone.
"Oh, ya talk'n about some paperwork on some R.S. character?" Sherman asked, scratching the back of his head, "Sure I gottem."
"Good, if you would please hand them to us..." Scarlet nodded to Lavender, who nodded back, and pulled out a thick stack of bills from the inside of her lavender trenchcoat. "Am I to believe there's a courrier's fee to be compounded with Mr. Thomas's service fee?"
"Ah, I reckon I'll waive that fee," Kris replied, "As long as I can talk with a few pretty little things like you girls."
Scarlet's face tightened slightly, "I thank you for your flattery, but I'm afraid we have other... commitments to make. If we could make the exchange, we will not trouble you any further."
"We got a bit of time, he is pretty cute," Lavender stated, earning her a slap up the back of her head from Chef, "What? Just because you're not into beef..."
"Ah... heh," Kris sweat-dropped at the scene and the comment, "Mighty nice of you to say, Ms... ya know? I never got any of your names?"
"They weren't given," Scarlet stated, allowing a slight hint of irritation into her voice.
"Ah, so ya gonna force me to take 'em?" Kris asked in a mirthful tone, "Sherman T. Kris, Esquire."
"Unamused," Scarlet introduced herself as, "If you would, we are in somewhat of a rush."
"Spicy little girls, ain'tcha?" Kris chuckled, before pulling a thick manilla envelope from inside his shirt, and stuffing it back, "I reckon if you want these, you're just gonna have to take 'em."
"Why are you making this difficult?" Scarlet asked, as Chef started to reach behind her with her right hand, as Lavender's face became serious, and flapped the sides of her trenchcoat out behind her, freeing up her legs and revealing the rest of her body being hugged by a purple lycra catsuit.
"Comon, I think a few girls like yourselves wouldn't mind a lil' horseplay."
"If that is what you would like," Scarlet turned to Chef, "Try not to too much damage..." the woman with the scarlet tipped hair turned back to a smirking Kris; something about that confident smirk made him seem even more insufferable, probably because it reminded her of someone else, "...to the lobby."
At the request, the woman with the ponytail shot her right hand forward, causing her collapsable whipping cane to unfold towards Kris. Before it could strike him in the chest, the Texas Ranger threw himself back against the bar, and then vaulted over it.
Chef swore in Japanese, before leaping over it to meet her target. Much to her surprise, Kris caught her with one arm behind the knees and one against her back before she could land, and was holding her close to him to keep her from being able to get leverage to swing her arm holding the staff.
"Don't mind having cute fillies like you leaping into my arms, but I think your friends are getting jealous. Here, why don't you go have a chat with them?" the cowboy stated, before tossing her right at an oncoming Lavender, "CATCH!"
Lavender attempted to backpeddal, as soon as her partner's flailing body was launched towards her, but before she could even reverse herself, Chef was on top of her.
Scarlet had used the bar side entrance to approach the Texas Ranger, who ducked wildly, just in time to miss having his head taken off by a heavy right side hook. Unfortunately, he couldn't evade the right side thrust kick to the gut that followed.
The Texas Ranger slammed into the far end of the bar with the wind knocked out of him. They were right about her being pretty strong, she almost broke his ribs with that kick.
"I'm pulling my blows at the moment," Scarlet commented, as she strode up to him, "It would be within your best intrest to end this."
"Or not let you hit me again," Kris retorted with a cocky tone, while pulling himself back to his feet.
"Ukyo... when did you get so heavy?" Lavender asked, while struggling with the other woman attempting to pull herself off her partner. Chef dropped her full weight back ontop of Lavender, for using her old name, and for the crack about her weight. She then pulled herself back to her feet, and growled ferally. That jerk was going to pay big time.
Right cross, outside right hook kick, drop to a left inside sweep, mid-level left backfist, right uppercut, forward leaping right push kick, immidiately turned into a side snap kick to the head, and then turned into a thrust side kick to the stomach. All of it dodged with seemingly untrained moves, but incredible reflexes on the part of Sherman. Scarlet grit her teeth in fustration, recalling some of her sparring sessions with her ex-fiancee, or even some of her later spars with her partner, Lavender. All she needed was one clean shot... or at least provide enough of a distraction.
Kris suddenly ducked the whipping cane swinging horizontally at the back of his head. The missed strike forced Scarlet to block it with the back of her right gloved fist. She glared in anger, more because the blow was evaded than her being almost struck. Lavender approached from Kris's blind side with a thrust kick, to which the Texas Ranger avoided by diving between Chef's legs, and rolling to get some distance.
Chef spun around, twirling her staff around in a Heaven-six pattern, attempting to tag her current nemesis. She managed to back him against a table, and to finish him off, she spun to her right, raising her staff to the air. With a short hop as she came back around, she brought the staff down with all the force she could muster.
Kris leapt up and backwards onto the table, spreading his legs wide to avoid the whipping cane that cut through the table. As Chef was recovering, he stared rather nervously at the slice in the table that was just two inches away from his crotch. That distraction allowed Scarlet to approach from his side, and tip the table he was on over.
The Texas Ranger hit the ground, rolling on his side. He stopped face up, to have a lavender boot brace against his chest, and the sound of the safety of a handgun being released.
Shortly followed, by the sounds of hammer triggers being cocked all around them.
"FREEZE! DFW POLICE!" the head officer commanded and announced, with several of his men surrounding the four brawlers in the lobby.
"Was it good for you, too?" Kris asked in a joking tone. Lavender closed her eyes in irritation, and tossed both of her guns to the ground. All three women raised their hands to the air in surrender.
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"Youuuu girls are in trouuuuuuble!" Kris sang in the cell next to them, managing to irritate them even further than they realized he could.
"You're in here with us, you know?" Scarlet stated with an irritated tone.
"Once we get out of here, we suggest running," Lavender stated with her own low toned menace.
"Oh, don't be like that," Kris stated, scooting closer to the bars separating his cell from theirs, "I'll tell you what, I had my fun, here you girls go." He pass the envelope through the bars to the girls, who stared incredulously at him.
"Fine, give them to us now, when we're locked up behind bars," Scarlet seethed. Nonetheless, she snatched the envelope away, opened it, and looked through the contents.
"Ah hope you don't mind, but ah sorted through it a bit. A lot of it was just useless stuff ya didn't need to know or prolly cared about."
"That is our decision to make, and we would like you to stay out of our business."
Kris nodded over to Chef, who stared at him balefully, "She don't talk much, does she?"
"Chef's not very fluent in English," Scarlet stated, "Besides, I do not think you would like what she has to say."
"Oooh, feisty!" Kris turned to look ahead at the entrance to his cell, "That R.S. guy you girls are hunt'n down, he's head'n up ta Oklahoma City, from what it said in there. Been there a few times, swing'n city with their riverwalk an' all. Ain't got nutt'n on our fair Dallas and Fortworth, but not much can compete, huh?"
"It's flat and dull looking around here," Lavender stated.
"Hmph," the Texas Ranger bristled at the comment, "Well, to each their own, I guess. Anyhow, just gonna tell you, off the I-40, up on... I think it's Council Road or someth'n, there's a club off the exit that you girls may wanna stop into. Had to visit there a few times when try'n ta get info, mahself."
Scarlet stared indecipherably at the Texan for a good while, before finally replying, "Thank you for the tip, but also thanks to you, as we're currently facing several charges, I do not see how we would be able to capitolize on your generous-"
"You girls are free to go." All three girls blinked, and turned to look at the jail guard unlocking their cell for them. "You can collect your belongings at the front counter. Sorry about the inconvenience, and I hope you enjoy your visit to our fair city."
"See? You can't fault us for our hospitality, at least!" Kris stated with mirth.
Scarlet gave perplexed looks to her partners flanking each side of her, and then gave Kris a curt bow, "Thank you once again for the assistance."
"Ah, think of it as payment for the hard time I was giv'n ya. Hey, mebbe the next time you're in town, all four of us can hit some o' tha nightlife around here?"
"Perhaps," Scarlet stated, before looking around his cell, and allowing a smirk to grow on her face, "Enjoy your stay."
"Aw, now that was just evil!" Kris stated, as the three women walked to their freedom, "Ah like that!"
After he was sure they were gone, his smile left his face. He turned slightly to the guard that had remained behind, and gave him a slight nod. It was returned, and the guard unlocked his cell for him.
Kris walked out, and retrieved his wallet, gun, badge, keys, and cellphone that was in the box on the wooden table in the cell room, "Hey, that cell still smells like urine!"
"Well, maybe if you would do things by the book, instead of playing the 'hapless prison mate' to get info from your tags, you wouldn't have to put up with it!" the guard quipped, as he folded his arms over his chest.
Kris didn't comment, instead hitting one of the speed dial settings on his cell phone. He waited a few moments, before it was answered. "Hey! Yeah, it's me. Ah know, maybe when I get up there next month or someth'n. Listen, yeah, it's about him. Don't worry, I think I just found three pretty little pistols to point at his ponytailed head..."
Kris looked to where the three hitwomen had disappeared to, "and I sent them down your way. How about you take care of them, and make sure they're heading in tha right direction?"
Episode 3; "Good Ol' Texan Brawl'
This episode was brought to you by Pockey. You like Pockey, right? Am I even spelling 'Pockey' right?
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The bartender made eye contact with Kris, and raised his chin to point behind him. The Texas Ranger turned, and found the three Asian women he had hoped to see, heading to the lobby bar.
"Oh, gals, over here!" Kris quickly downed the club soda he ordered, and stood up to greet them. He noted the woman with the ponytail went completely on edge when she spotted him, while the one with the lavender hair looked him over curiously.
The third one stayed all business. "You have something we had requested from Mr. Thomas?" Scarlet enquired with her most cultured and firm tone.
"Oh, ya talk'n about some paperwork on some R.S. character?" Sherman asked, scratching the back of his head, "Sure I gottem."
"Good, if you would please hand them to us..." Scarlet nodded to Lavender, who nodded back, and pulled out a thick stack of bills from the inside of her lavender trenchcoat. "Am I to believe there's a courrier's fee to be compounded with Mr. Thomas's service fee?"
"Ah, I reckon I'll waive that fee," Kris replied, "As long as I can talk with a few pretty little things like you girls."
Scarlet's face tightened slightly, "I thank you for your flattery, but I'm afraid we have other... commitments to make. If we could make the exchange, we will not trouble you any further."
"We got a bit of time, he is pretty cute," Lavender stated, earning her a slap up the back of her head from Chef, "What? Just because you're not into beef..."
"Ah... heh," Kris sweat-dropped at the scene and the comment, "Mighty nice of you to say, Ms... ya know? I never got any of your names?"
"They weren't given," Scarlet stated, allowing a slight hint of irritation into her voice.
"Ah, so ya gonna force me to take 'em?" Kris asked in a mirthful tone, "Sherman T. Kris, Esquire."
"Unamused," Scarlet introduced herself as, "If you would, we are in somewhat of a rush."
"Spicy little girls, ain'tcha?" Kris chuckled, before pulling a thick manilla envelope from inside his shirt, and stuffing it back, "I reckon if you want these, you're just gonna have to take 'em."
"Why are you making this difficult?" Scarlet asked, as Chef started to reach behind her with her right hand, as Lavender's face became serious, and flapped the sides of her trenchcoat out behind her, freeing up her legs and revealing the rest of her body being hugged by a purple lycra catsuit.
"Comon, I think a few girls like yourselves wouldn't mind a lil' horseplay."
"If that is what you would like," Scarlet turned to Chef, "Try not to too much damage..." the woman with the scarlet tipped hair turned back to a smirking Kris; something about that confident smirk made him seem even more insufferable, probably because it reminded her of someone else, "...to the lobby."
At the request, the woman with the ponytail shot her right hand forward, causing her collapsable whipping cane to unfold towards Kris. Before it could strike him in the chest, the Texas Ranger threw himself back against the bar, and then vaulted over it.
Chef swore in Japanese, before leaping over it to meet her target. Much to her surprise, Kris caught her with one arm behind the knees and one against her back before she could land, and was holding her close to him to keep her from being able to get leverage to swing her arm holding the staff.
"Don't mind having cute fillies like you leaping into my arms, but I think your friends are getting jealous. Here, why don't you go have a chat with them?" the cowboy stated, before tossing her right at an oncoming Lavender, "CATCH!"
Lavender attempted to backpeddal, as soon as her partner's flailing body was launched towards her, but before she could even reverse herself, Chef was on top of her.
Scarlet had used the bar side entrance to approach the Texas Ranger, who ducked wildly, just in time to miss having his head taken off by a heavy right side hook. Unfortunately, he couldn't evade the right side thrust kick to the gut that followed.
The Texas Ranger slammed into the far end of the bar with the wind knocked out of him. They were right about her being pretty strong, she almost broke his ribs with that kick.
"I'm pulling my blows at the moment," Scarlet commented, as she strode up to him, "It would be within your best intrest to end this."
"Or not let you hit me again," Kris retorted with a cocky tone, while pulling himself back to his feet.
"Ukyo... when did you get so heavy?" Lavender asked, while struggling with the other woman attempting to pull herself off her partner. Chef dropped her full weight back ontop of Lavender, for using her old name, and for the crack about her weight. She then pulled herself back to her feet, and growled ferally. That jerk was going to pay big time.
Right cross, outside right hook kick, drop to a left inside sweep, mid-level left backfist, right uppercut, forward leaping right push kick, immidiately turned into a side snap kick to the head, and then turned into a thrust side kick to the stomach. All of it dodged with seemingly untrained moves, but incredible reflexes on the part of Sherman. Scarlet grit her teeth in fustration, recalling some of her sparring sessions with her ex-fiancee, or even some of her later spars with her partner, Lavender. All she needed was one clean shot... or at least provide enough of a distraction.
Kris suddenly ducked the whipping cane swinging horizontally at the back of his head. The missed strike forced Scarlet to block it with the back of her right gloved fist. She glared in anger, more because the blow was evaded than her being almost struck. Lavender approached from Kris's blind side with a thrust kick, to which the Texas Ranger avoided by diving between Chef's legs, and rolling to get some distance.
Chef spun around, twirling her staff around in a Heaven-six pattern, attempting to tag her current nemesis. She managed to back him against a table, and to finish him off, she spun to her right, raising her staff to the air. With a short hop as she came back around, she brought the staff down with all the force she could muster.
Kris leapt up and backwards onto the table, spreading his legs wide to avoid the whipping cane that cut through the table. As Chef was recovering, he stared rather nervously at the slice in the table that was just two inches away from his crotch. That distraction allowed Scarlet to approach from his side, and tip the table he was on over.
The Texas Ranger hit the ground, rolling on his side. He stopped face up, to have a lavender boot brace against his chest, and the sound of the safety of a handgun being released.
Shortly followed, by the sounds of hammer triggers being cocked all around them.
"FREEZE! DFW POLICE!" the head officer commanded and announced, with several of his men surrounding the four brawlers in the lobby.
"Was it good for you, too?" Kris asked in a joking tone. Lavender closed her eyes in irritation, and tossed both of her guns to the ground. All three women raised their hands to the air in surrender.
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"Youuuu girls are in trouuuuuuble!" Kris sang in the cell next to them, managing to irritate them even further than they realized he could.
"You're in here with us, you know?" Scarlet stated with an irritated tone.
"Once we get out of here, we suggest running," Lavender stated with her own low toned menace.
"Oh, don't be like that," Kris stated, scooting closer to the bars separating his cell from theirs, "I'll tell you what, I had my fun, here you girls go." He pass the envelope through the bars to the girls, who stared incredulously at him.
"Fine, give them to us now, when we're locked up behind bars," Scarlet seethed. Nonetheless, she snatched the envelope away, opened it, and looked through the contents.
"Ah hope you don't mind, but ah sorted through it a bit. A lot of it was just useless stuff ya didn't need to know or prolly cared about."
"That is our decision to make, and we would like you to stay out of our business."
Kris nodded over to Chef, who stared at him balefully, "She don't talk much, does she?"
"Chef's not very fluent in English," Scarlet stated, "Besides, I do not think you would like what she has to say."
"Oooh, feisty!" Kris turned to look ahead at the entrance to his cell, "That R.S. guy you girls are hunt'n down, he's head'n up ta Oklahoma City, from what it said in there. Been there a few times, swing'n city with their riverwalk an' all. Ain't got nutt'n on our fair Dallas and Fortworth, but not much can compete, huh?"
"It's flat and dull looking around here," Lavender stated.
"Hmph," the Texas Ranger bristled at the comment, "Well, to each their own, I guess. Anyhow, just gonna tell you, off the I-40, up on... I think it's Council Road or someth'n, there's a club off the exit that you girls may wanna stop into. Had to visit there a few times when try'n ta get info, mahself."
Scarlet stared indecipherably at the Texan for a good while, before finally replying, "Thank you for the tip, but also thanks to you, as we're currently facing several charges, I do not see how we would be able to capitolize on your generous-"
"You girls are free to go." All three girls blinked, and turned to look at the jail guard unlocking their cell for them. "You can collect your belongings at the front counter. Sorry about the inconvenience, and I hope you enjoy your visit to our fair city."
"See? You can't fault us for our hospitality, at least!" Kris stated with mirth.
Scarlet gave perplexed looks to her partners flanking each side of her, and then gave Kris a curt bow, "Thank you once again for the assistance."
"Ah, think of it as payment for the hard time I was giv'n ya. Hey, mebbe the next time you're in town, all four of us can hit some o' tha nightlife around here?"
"Perhaps," Scarlet stated, before looking around his cell, and allowing a smirk to grow on her face, "Enjoy your stay."
"Aw, now that was just evil!" Kris stated, as the three women walked to their freedom, "Ah like that!"
After he was sure they were gone, his smile left his face. He turned slightly to the guard that had remained behind, and gave him a slight nod. It was returned, and the guard unlocked his cell for him.
Kris walked out, and retrieved his wallet, gun, badge, keys, and cellphone that was in the box on the wooden table in the cell room, "Hey, that cell still smells like urine!"
"Well, maybe if you would do things by the book, instead of playing the 'hapless prison mate' to get info from your tags, you wouldn't have to put up with it!" the guard quipped, as he folded his arms over his chest.
Kris didn't comment, instead hitting one of the speed dial settings on his cell phone. He waited a few moments, before it was answered. "Hey! Yeah, it's me. Ah know, maybe when I get up there next month or someth'n. Listen, yeah, it's about him. Don't worry, I think I just found three pretty little pistols to point at his ponytailed head..."
Kris looked to where the three hitwomen had disappeared to, "and I sent them down your way. How about you take care of them, and make sure they're heading in tha right direction?"