Ranma/ Jet Set Radio
'Styl'n'



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Ooooooh yeah, now let the good Professa with the PHD in Hip-Hop get things back on track! The Cutie Chasers were knocked RIGHT outta tha box! They may have thought they were as hot as the pink bows they were wearing ad nausium, but little did they realize how much of a match the were for the femme fatal skat'n mastas of the Nerima WRECKING CREEEWWWW!!!

Heh, you gotta give those girls props for handl'n their own. Those are three lovely ladies who ain't reliant on men for tak'n care of their distress!

Meanwhile, we had a bit of fall-out back at the freaky Kuno Manner...

While we're gett'n on about this, lemme spin a little Latch Bros. This groov'n track ya'll familiar with as, 'The Latch Brothers Bounce'
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Takewake Kuno walked through the doors of his family estate, beaten low, but keeping his head high. The foul and insidious Saotome and his motly crew of vandals attempted to make a mockery of his greatness, impudently refusing to acknowledge his claim on the fair Nerima streets that desperately needed him as their sovergn protectorate.

He cursed his nemesis for the umpteenth time, for his infernal impudence, and his sway over the beauteous Akane, and the vibrant and lively pigtailed girl. Realizing that the pigtailed youth's foul magics would protect him from the noble samurai's even most vehemant damnation, he concluded that he would require the necessary resources to break the infuriating stalemate that the accursed Saotome has held him in. First, though, he would request of Sasuke to remove this gaudy insignia from the back of his hakama.

"EEEEYYYYY KEIKI! YOU..." The eldest member of the Kuno clan had been skipping around the corner in his usual idiotic manner, strumming his ukelele tunelessly, and came to an abrupt stop, once he noticed his son's back. "Ooooh, you be play'n wit' dat Ranma, eh? Looks like Keiki got you in 'de-end'! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA."

"Your humor escapes me, just as your sanity has you," the younger snapped back, "I was in no way intentionally socializing with that feind Saotome, and it was by great trickery that he had forced my attention elsewhere!"

"He tell you he do dat way?" the elder enquired with a straight face.

"SAOTOME IS HERE? HEAVENS STRIKE HIM DOWN FOR TRESPASSING UPON KUNO SACRED SANCTUARY!" Tatewake shouted, turning around. Koucho Kuno blinked at exampling of exactly how stupid his son was, and smiled; pulling out a pair of shears to capitalize on his son's loss... or soon to be lost.

"I swear, brother-dear, that your perserverance towards confronting my darling has lost it's amusement," Kodachi commented, causing the younger to turn to regard her, and cause his father's scissors to barly miss his hair.

"Hush ye, dear sister, your just battles are of no concern to you, regardless of your sickly infactuation with the cur."

"You *dare8 undermine our glorious love as a mere 'infatuation'?" Kodachi hissed, "Why, for you to make such an accusation, whilst you attempt to convort with that homewrecking trollip, the pigtailed girl, and that bestial and brutish Akane tendou? It is to laugh!"

"Still they ill tongue! My pure and unadulterated love cannot be made in comparison! Dear Sister, I demand you grant me with your apology!"

"Das's great, Tate!" the two siblings' father called out, sitting in a lounge that was out of place in the hall, while munching on a bucket of popcorn, "But ya need a bit more spittle for de 'indignant rage' take, yah!"

"Apologise? To those unfemenine creatures? You duely have taken leave of your senses, brother dear! Perhaps it is necessary to beat them back into you?" Kodachi produced twin gymnast clubs, while suddenly stripped down to her leotard.

Her brother had his bokken at ready, "Though you be of my own blood, I cannot allow you to continue on belittling the honor of my two loves... HAVE AT THE!!!" Brother and sister launched at each other, ready and willing in intent to do more than just draw blood.

Just then, the phone rang next to their father. "HOLD IT, KEIKI!" Tatewake and Kodachi froze in their lunges, keeping themselves braced at ackward angles that defied physics and balance. "Don' start till I answer dis! I don' wanna miss a minnit! WHAHAHAHAHA!!!" The eldest Kuno answered the phone.

"Father... would you mind making this call short," Kodachi started to complain, "My toes are starting to cramp..." The eldest Kuno ignored his daughter, as his wide, moronic grin began to fade into a frown.

"An' how dey manage to do dat? On skates... lost sight of sumt'n dat big... YOU KNOW HOW IMPORTANT DAT T'TING IS?!?" Both Tatewake and Kodachi fell forwards onto their faces at their father's outburst. "I see den... ya, dis problem needs bein' taken care of." With that, the highly irked and insane father of two hung up the phone, before regarding his two children."

"keiki, wahini... I be t'ink'n dere's a betta way fo' you to be vent'n dat anger..."

The brother and sister looked at their father nervously, as they picked themselves off the ground.
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"This is Summer Camp
The Latch Brothers are through playing games with you

Each latch bounce'll make you scream and shout
Latch Brothers gonna turn it out!"
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The three girls grinded on the rail alongside the drained artificial canal. It would be filled right now, if the city hadn't just decided to give up on the fight against whoever kept draining it. The first time the city workers found it drained, it was because the water was being redirected. Problem easily fixed, reroute the water.

They did just that, and a day later, the water was being redirected again, this time with several large rocks forming a dam. Once again, the city workers were called out, this time to clear the blockage, while left puzzling over who kept sabotaging the waterway.

Their answer came, the next day, as a large tornado appeared where one of the canalways were. The police arrived, finding a huge hole that drained into an old and unused subway tunnel, blasted away as if lit by dynamite. They already knew the culpurates were, but were hesistant to fight them on it; the canal wasn't all that important, anyway.

Anyhow, the loss of water allowed Akane to leap from the rail without worry of getting wet, as her roller-blades caught the side of the half-pipe canal. Shampoo and Ukyo easily followed, as they rode up the other side in a single file. Akane leapt into a 360, while Shampoo kept braced on the edge with a single footed grind, as Ukyo performed a half gator. They all then skated down to the other side at a diagonal angle, which put them under the bridge that crossed over the drained canal.

Under the bridgeway, an old canal service station transformed into the Nerima Wrecking Crew's hangout lay. Ranma, Mousse, and Ryoga lounged outside; Ranma reclined in an old couch, Mousse grooving to the music being pumped out of the portable stereo, with tracks provided by the illustrius Proffessa K, while Ryoga leaned against the concrete wall, bobbing his head to the beat, while watching the girls ride up to the edge.

One by one, Akane, Shampoo, and Ukyo performed a handplant against the edge, hand held it for several seconds. After they were satisfied by their ostentatiousness, they simultaniously did a walk-over onto their roller blades, putting themselves upright.

"Sup?" Ryoga asked, being the first to greet the girls.

"Yeah, where you girls been?" Ranma asked next, shifting to a laying position on the couch that had been temporarily moved outside, being such a nice day and all.

"Oh, just decided to treat ourselves after taking care of a little ruckus down south," Ukyo stated casually, as she lazily skated towards the couch Ranma was laying on, and sat on top of Ranma's stomach, settling rather abruptly and heavily, "Share the couch, sugar!"

"Ouch... heavy!" Ranma groaned out, causing Ukyo to become irritated, and set herself down as heavy as possible.

"Ukyo too, too full from Pierre's Spinach and Artichoke pizza. Ranma wish he come, yes?" Shampoo stated, earning a frown from Ryoga and Mousse, while Ranma's eyes went wide in despair.

"WHAT?!? Tell me you guys saved me... er... us some!" Ranma pleaded as much as he possibly could.

Shampoo shrugged, "Akane pay, no buy much."

"Hey! It's not as if *I* have a job, you know?" Akane retorted hotly.

"What's the score?" Mousse interjected before things could get ugly, "You girls had some business to take care of?"

Akane's brow furrowed, as she kneeled on the ground, "Yeah, Asuza Shiratori formed her own gang with the rediculous name 'Cutie Chasers', and were klepting anything in sight, but that's old news," Akane regarded Ranma, "What you guys do today?"

"Hmm, that's funny," Ryoga answered for Ranma, "We ended up having to take care of a little potential rivalry ourselves."

"Kuno decided to start his own 'me too' gang," Ranma finished, "But it's all good. Not like they were that much a challenge."

"You know?" Ukyo started, finally getting up off of Ranma, "I wonder how any more of these guys we'll end up having to drive out of Nerima before they figure out that it's not worth it."

"Dunno" Ranma replied, able to get his wind back, "but how hard could they ever gonna be?"
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Professa K says, 'some questions are best not asked, baby!' But since ya did, we can guarentee dark clouds are loom'n in tha distance!