What About Shego?
Chapter 2
A claw of a hand surrounded in green flames disintegrated another shower tile. After striking the flames quickly went out before penetrating deeper into the shower wall. The shower walls were missing multiple tiles as well as having deep claws marks all over them.
A naked Shego, stood in the showerhead's stream, her hands were meticulously cleaning gel out of her long locks of hair.
Every so often the hands would stop in their task and then one or both would lash out in anger at the walls in the shower.
Shego, was angry, more angry then she had ever been in her life.
It wasn't the defeat that had her angry as much as how it had been done.
"He!" had shut her down.
She knew it had been a man; the memory of her backside being slapped was burned into her mind. It had felt like a man's hand and only a man would have the arrogance to touch her, without permission!
More tiles were destroyed in the shower.
Her defeat was just the beginning of her humiliation and rage, as soon after splashing into the vat of gel, she had been fished from it by Drakken's henchmen.
The impact with the gel had knocked her out cold, so she had been unconscious when the goons finally got her out.
She hadn't a clue of how long she was out for, all that really burned through her was what had awakened her. Lips and two fingers pinching her nose firmly as she felt another breath getting forced into her lungs.
Her eyes had snapped open in an instant, to be greeted by the sight of a jump suited henchman locking lips with hers.
Another man!
ANOTHER MAN!
A wall lost all of its tiles as two glowing hands madly slashed at it multiple times.
It was too much for Shego, she had punched the guy directly at his throat, sending him reeling off of her coking and gasping.
She then noticed seven other henchmen were standing around her, one yelled out, "He was just giving you C.P.R. Shego!"
She had sprung up from the floor with a look of rage, which quickly turned into one of surprise. Her feet, covered in gel lost their traction on the concrete floor and slipped sending her crashing onto her already sore butt.
This had caused the onlookers to begin to giggle at the sight of her falling down.
The giggles, were answered with two green bolts sending two henchmen flying, the others quickly scattered after this.
She had tried again to stand up quickly and that time fell flat on her face. She had howled and started to slash at the floor, causing claw marks in the concrete.
She then had stood up, using the groves she had made as traction to prevent another embarrassing fall. The chamber was empty by then and so she had slowly made it back to her quarters alone.
She had nearly fallen again three times before making it past the doors into her carpeted chambers.
Upon entering them, she had promptly stripped and thrown away her jumpsuit. The gel ruined the thing and as a reminder of her latest defeat she was glad to throw it into the incinerator and be rid of forever. Besides, she had plenty more in her wardrobe to replace this one.
On her way to the shower she had passed her body length mirror that was in her chambers and had paused for a moment as something caught her eye.
There in her reflection was something that made her nearly destroy the mirror. Right on her left butt cheek, a bruise in the shape of a hand, a man's hand from the size of it.
She had entered the shower in a rage and tiles had paid the price for it.
Shego, turned the water off and opened the shower door, she dried herself off quickly and finally wrapped her hair in a towel.
Getting into a green bathrobe, she made her way to her bedroom and collapsed onto the bed. She punched the pillow beneath her four times, more to fluff it up then out of anger.
She shut her eyes, trying to forget the events of the day and catch some rest.
Drakken, had a problem to deal with and it wasn't the ion cannon that had been taken.
It was Shego.
The man she had punched in the throat that had been giving Shego C.P.R. had quit. No surprise at him doing that, and that wasn't the problem either.
His men had warned him, when he finally made it to the central chamber, Shego had gone nuts.
That was their exact words, but talking and yelling at them about his prized assistant, "Nuts" had been replaced with, "Insanely angry".
Drakken, had told them he would talk with her, but instead did the smart thing, avoided her.
He instead reviewed the surveillance cameras in the chamber to see what had happened.
It was this way he had discovered what had Shego so mad.
It wasn't the defeat or the obvious mockery the invisible intruder had done to Shego.
Kim Possible, had mocked her on numerous occasions, that was nothing new.
No, it was when Shego had risen from the pile of boxes she had been thrown into the first time.
There, on her left cheek was an invisible hand slapping her backside. Camera five had been in a perfect position to capture it.
He saw the look on her face after it had happened, rage in her eyes and it almost seemed her irises were glowing with a green light.
Drakken, had seen that face once before, when he learned what it meant to touch Shego without her permission.
It was at the end of the ordeal with the moodulator, a small device when on a person could be used to instantly change the emotions the person felt.
Two of the devices were controlled by a remote, which Drakken had accidentally destroyed trying to control Kim Possible, though once destroyed the last command the remote had sent was anger and lots of it.
Of course, what happened to Kim Possible also happened to Shego as well.
Kim Possible, had somehow been able to destroy the device, but Shego was locked with rage and wanted nothing more then Drakken's hide.
She had chased him into the countryside until dawn, because by the time she had cornered him at the base of a cliff, the sun was rising.
So there was Drakken, cornered by an artificially angry Shego, because Drakken had ignored her artificial sadness of a broken heart. Which had been caused by her artificially falling in love with him.
As ridiculous as it sounded, that was where Drakken was.
He had no idea what to do, Shego was definitely going to tear him apart or worse, kill him.
She was standing ten feet away from him, slowly moving towards him. A sadistic and maniacal smile was on her face and both hands were in flames.
Drakken, did the only thing he could do, dropped to his knees and groveled.
"Please Shego!" the speech had started, "I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I ignored your obvious need for me to comfort you. I'm sorry I took twenty dollars I found in your jumpsuit in the laundry."
"So that's where I lost it you pig!" Shego's hands were now twin green suns.
Drakken, realizing he had really gotten her even angrier went face down on the ground, Shego was right over him.
Drakken, started to talk to her boots at this point, "Shego, I can't take back what I've done to hurt you," Whatever that is, Drakken thought to himself, "but I can only promise it'll be different in the future.
I'll take you out on an evil date every night and on Saturday's we can go to anyplace you want, no matter the cost."
Shego, hands started to glow less at these words, but there was still plenty of anger in her face.
"Please Shego," Drakken looked up at her, sensing this might be working, "I'm on my knees here. Please forgive me!"
"How do I know you're not just saying this because you know what I'm going to do to you for what you did?" Shego, responded.
"Because I'm obviously just trying to trick you long enough to get the moodulator off of you." Drakken thought.
What he really said though was, "Because Shego," he stood up and looked at her directly in the eyes, "if I was really making this up would I do this?"
Drakken, closed his eyes and kissed Shego directly and firmly on the lips.
It was a long shot, but he hoped it would distract her long enough for him to get the moodulator off her neck.
He went to grab the device, but what happened surprised even Drakken.
The moodulator exploded, sending Shego's hair waving behind her, Drakken broke off the kiss.
He was first thinking this was almost a fairytale ending; his kiss had awoken sleeping beauty.
That was, until he opened his eyes and saw Shego, she was very angry and her irises were actually glowing.
She grabbed him by the neck and shoved him up the cliff wall above her.
"What were you doing!" force was behind those words.
"Shego!" Drakken coughed out, "The moodulator….gasp"
"No one!" her grip tightened on Drakken's throat, "Touches me like that unless I wish it!"
Drakken, was beginning to pass out, his eyes were starting to roll back in his head.
This reaction was enough to get Shego to release him and he fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes. A sack that was gasping for breath and choking, trying to recover from the near death experience.
Shego, just starred at Drakken with a cross look, a look that could peel paint from a wall.
Drakken, after finally getting his breath back started talking, "The moodulator made you crazy Shego, I was trying to get it off of you."
"By kissing me!" Her words were layered with venom, "What would you do if I was delirious, strip me naked!"
"Shego, I was…"
"Know this doc!" Shego, reached down and pulled Drakken up by the collar, "If you ever touch me like that again, I'll gut you!" She threw him back against the cliff wall hard and proceeded to walk away from him at a steady pace.
It was three weeks before Drakken saw Shego again after that incident; when she came back he could tell she was still mad at him. She just wasn't, "I'm going to kill you" mad at that point.
Drakken, had theorized that his kissing Shego had caused her to get so angry it overloaded the moodulator and destroyed it.
What was puzzling was that since the moodulator had been put on her they had kissed once. Why all of a sudden did him kissing her cause such anger to build up in her.
He realized that during those crazy days she had been the aggressor and thus she had kissed him, he had never kissed her back.
There was a past there, but Drakken really didn't care too much about Shego's past only that she was there to help him take over the world. So he didn't pry or try to find out what exactly made her so angry about a man touching her without permission.
He eventually had sated her anger with a gift; he couldn't remember what it was just it was some expensive thing that she had wanted for a long time. It had done wonders to clear the air between them that their relationship finally went back to normal.
Unfortunately, now he had the same problem again, she was once again angry and wouldn't calm down for quite awhile. He couldn't have her like this, she was so unpredictable and less adept at fighting when in this mood.
A gift wouldn't be enough though; he thought to himself, something bigger would have to do the job.
He thought for quite awhile, when something on the table caught his attention, an ad in a magazine.
He picked it up and read the blazing advertisement on the front, with a, "Turn to page 93 for details"
So, he turned to page 93 and read the details but knew immediately that this was exactly what would get Shego in a good mood again.
On page 93, was the information the advertisement hinted at but not only that, Shego had circled it. She only circled things in her magazines that she was extremely interested in or really wanted.
Drakken, smiled, it would be extremely expensive but if it could get his prized assistant operating at one hundred percent it would be worth every penny.
He picked up a phone and dialed a number that was on the article.
Legacy, was an aircraft unlike any other on Earth, shaped in a T pattern, the center hull was only large enough for two passengers. It was sleek and torpedo shaped made of a bluish metal.
The two side wings were boxes attached to the main hull made out of the same metal but each box had a glowing light blue stripe through the center.
The thing looked like it could never fly, but was leaving a city it had taken off from at close to mach one.
In the pilot's cabin was one occupant looking to be in his early thirties, his blonde hair was cut short, almost military style. Two icy blue eyes were glancing at readouts and the sky ahead of the cockpit.
He was dressed in very tight formfitting black leather that had been dyed considerable darker then regular black leather. It was almost as if a starless night sky had been wrapped around his body.
His face was well rounded having no sharp corners or harsh characteristics to it, it was a smooth face, one that had been well groomed of facial hair.
His mouth looked as if it could easily make a very beautiful smile or a very evil grin.
Altrix, was a very plain looking man, nothing about him really screamed handsome, but a more, "What you see is what you get" look. He wasn't fat or skinny, but had a body that was built to be strong and had muscle tone to back it up.
Basically, he looked like a normal guy you'd met on the street on any day, other then he was flying in an aircraft that was one of a kind.
One of the monitors on the control panel flashed to life with a picture of Wade on it.
"Hello Wade," Altrix began before Wade had a chance, "I'm on my way to Global Justice's headquarters, I just had to make a personal detour for some research."
"I know," Wade began, "but it's not your being late to why I'm calling."
"Oh," Altrix raised an eyebrow at this, "change of plans I take it."
"Yes, Global Justice has another assignment for you," Wade, typed on his keyboard and stared at his screen, "looks like a recon mission this time, in Siberia, I'm sending you the coordinates now."
On another screen, the coordinates appeared, Altrix quickly turned Legacy in the direction of the location.
"Let's see," Altrix was bringing up an area map of where this was, "remote, isolated but nearby a power source. Only way to access it through air vehicle with vertical take-off and landing. Their sending me to a villan's convention?
Isn't this kind of rookies work, I mean my training appointment must be more important then this."
"Rookies wouldn't have the kind of penetration your previous experience gives you." Wade responded, "Either way Global Justice thinks you're the best one for this job and will gather more then an army of rookies."
"I'm flattered," by Altrix's look on his face he obviously wasn't, "but something tells me there's more to this. It couldn't be their delaying my training of young Possible for as long as they possibly can is it?
Have you told her yet Wade?"
Wade, was silent.
"You haven't told her yet." Altrix, let out a sigh, "She's going to have to find out one way or another. I'd rather she find out sooner then later if they plan on me training her."
"It's not necessary for her to know, she only thinks you're an advanced member of Global Justice she is to replace," Wade, had a far off look on his face, "in truth that's what is being done. You're right though, she should be told the truth, I do hate not telling her the whole truth but Global Justice has tied my hands on this matter."
"You sound as if your trying to justify lying to your friend," Altrix, looked directly at Wade, "not a good policy. Whatever, if you think it's best for your friend I'll play along with the charade.
Going off topic though Wade, this Shego I met is quite the interesting lady, although a little inept in her villainy.
Amazing I've never heard of her, considering her past and how she came to be." Altrix looked to be thinking hard. "I do hope I can have another run in with her at a later date."
"That's funny," Wade, looked interested, "you didn't seem all too impressed or interested in her before."
"That was before I did a little personal research on her." Altrix, was grinning, "Who would have thought I would find the last one, especially now considering my situation."
"What do you mean?" Wade quipped.
"Nothing important Wade," Altrix responded, "just musings of an old man."
Legacy, continued to head towards Siberia and the Villain's convention.
Shego, couldn't believe what Drakken had done, the trip to the convention was expected, but she had planned on not attending.
That was, until Drakken summoned her from her chambers to give her the news.
In recent years the convention had started to host a fighting tournament, basically the grunts and strong-arms of villains or villains themselves competing with one another to find out who was the most skilled fighter.
The only rules were, no super powers could be used, including her glow or robotic enhancements, basically a competition of skill and nothing else.
Shego, had entered the fight the first few years and won easily each time, of course the other villains had become jealous of this and pushed her out the only way they could.
They started to charge an entry fee, with Drakken as cheap as he was and her wanting to keep every penny she made, she had skipped entering the tournament.
Of course by now the entry fee was so outrageous that no one but the richest villain or henchperson of a rich villain could enter it. She had dreamed for years of entering the tournament and showing all these spoiled-rich villains what a real fighter was like.
Unfortunately, she could never spare the funds to enter; especially considering the entry fee was currently at one hundred thousand dollars.
Drakken, had paid for her entry fee though and shocked her by doing it, she really didn't know what to say to him when he told her. He had just said she should have fun with it and not to worry about ever paying him back, it was on him.
She had almost not entered into the tournament, that was until at the convention she found out a way to pay Drakken back.
The prize money for the tournament was ten million dollars, more then enough to pay back Drakken for it. Though she wondered if his real plan was to extort the money from her later.
She had confronted him before her first match about it, Drakken was all over the convention, trying to find something to make himself all the more bad guy.
Drakken, had calmly responded he knew about the prize money, but it was hers, no strings attached if she won.
Shego, had no idea why Drakken was being so nice all of a sudden, she hadn't done anything to directly hurt him lately.
After her first two wins the thought was out of her mind and by her fourth win she was in good spirits.
There had been one hundred and twenty eight entries to the tournament, in the first two sets each match had taken less then three minutes to declare a winner, so it was moving fast. Sets three and four had taken a few hours, but for Shego they were still easy wins and she was now in the final set.
Looking at the layout of how matches had gone, she was one of the first entries so the very first name on the match chart.
The opponent she was to fight for the final match had been a late entry and was at the very bottom of the list.
Both of them had fought with no losses, impressive but she knew she would beat whoever they were. She had yet to met a single opponent who had given her a real challenge, no surprise at that.
It was early evening now and the tournament officials were setting up a very special ring for the final event.
Shego, decided to wander around the convention a bit, since the match wouldn't start for another hour.
None of the booths really caught her fancy, most were uninteresting add-on garbage for villains.
One booth though, did catch her eye, it was one of the last ones she had encountered.
They were selling a database, not just any database, a database of all heroes, super heroes, and any member of Global Justice. It advertised as having all information including weaknesses in its database.
"Shego!" The vendor spotted her looking at his booth, "Good luck on winning the tournament but can I interest you in trying our database. One lookup for twenty dollars, we've got an excellent entry on Kim Possible."
"I'm sure you do," Shego, had read such entries before and they were basically worthless, "but I would actually like something else looked up."
She was about to win ten million dollars in a few moments, so decided why not and produced a twenty, "Can this lookup by characteristics and descriptions of a hero?"
"Why certainly," the man was beaming, "or new 8.6 database allows Boolean searches to be cross…" Shego, pinched the man's lips together with her fingers.
"A yes will be enough," Shego, was annoyed but gave the man her money, "OK, invisibility, apparent ability to completely avoid energy beams without being touched. Icy blue eyes, very skilled fighter."
The man finished typing up her request, a few moments later the computer responding with one hundred and twenty two entries broken down in certain levels, but none really helped in narrowing it down more.
"Um, anything else about them," the vendor was a little nervous, he'd have to refund her if they didn't produce relevant data, "voice, personality, odd behavior?"
Shego, looked down she really didn't want to say it, but she was curious, "They seem to like to wink at those they fight, I'd have to say against female opponents."
The vendor typed some more, the hundred entries became one after that, he pulled the record up.
NAME: Altrix
ORGANIZATION: Global Justice
RECORD ENDS
"Umm, that's not too helpful you know." Shego, was annoyed now, she had a name but wanted more then this for twenty dollars.
"Just a minute." The vendor pulled out a walky talky and started to yell some techno babble about a record, lost data.
The voice on the other end said a few words which caused the vendor to respond, "Your joking, level triple Z? Surely you can get more then a name?"
Some more talking, with the vendor responding, "Uh huh." then nodding his head.
After a minute, the vendor put the walky talky down, "Afraid I'll have to refund your money Shego," he started to hand the twenty back to her, "that's all we have unfortunately."
Shego, grabbed his wrist with her hand and lit up her other hand, "There's something your not telling me."
"No!" The vendor was shocked, "That's all we have on this Altrix, I swear it."
"Then what's level triple Z?" Shego, looked directly at him.
"Umm, the database we make comes from first hand reports about heroes," he cleared his throat, "it also comes from us hacking into Global Justice's network from time to time.
Most of the files are encrypted which can be cracked while others will only open from Global Justice's main base.
Some of those are level triple Z"
"And?" Shego pushed, the man wasn't telling everything.
"Well, a triple Z is," the man was sweating a little, "the type of file that even those who need to know, don't know about.
Whoever this Altrix is, they're such an important person that Global Justice has basically blinded themselves in their own database to them.
That's really all we know about triple Z, could you give me back my arm please?"
Shego, released the man and pocketed her money, wasn't what she really wanted to hear, but it would have to do she figured.
She made her way back to the tournament putting the database lookup out of her mind; she needed to focus on the upcoming match.
Many at the convention were gathered for this match, which was the main reason the ring had been redone, to get more seating out. Multi-tiered bleachers surrounded the ring, which itself was a ten-foot wide circle in the center surrounded by landing cushions.
The audience was huge even with the entire convention not being there, but enough to make quite a large crowd.
"Is this on?" and announcer spoke into a microphone, "Ladies, Villains and henchmen, welcome to the final match for this year's ultimate fighter tournament.
It's been a surprising day with long time absent but always lovely and evil Shego returning to the ring.
And what a return, being the first entry and going through the entire tournament undefeated.
But, she's got one heck of a challenger, a nobody and first time entrant to the tournament has brought some great surprises.
Will he be able to defeat the great Shego, get ready it's time for Shego verses….you can't be serious?"
The announcer mumble to a judge next to him who responded, "Yes, it's stupid but it is his name." The announcer just shook his head and turned back to the mic.
"Shego verses," he shook his head again, "I don't believe this, the Bucketnator."
A roar of laughter arose from the crowd as Shego's opponent stepped out to face her, Shego for a minute thought this was a joke but could tell the judges were serious.
The outfit was a complete joke, Wade apparently took his villain disguises straight from a comic book.
From his feet up to his neck Altrix was covered in steel cans that were segmented together for easy movement.
He remembered putting on the suit, then immediately telling Wade, "I feel like a walking recycling commercial. Remember kids, steel cans can be used over and over again." and gave Wade a thumbs up and a dorky smile.
"What's next, your going to shove a bucket on my head?"
"Actually," Wade had looked a little sheepish, "if you look in your pack."
"I don't believe it!" Altrix had produced a bucket, an old worn rusty bucket from the pack.
"I didn't have time to make eye holes so you'll need to make them there." Altrix, plopped the thing on his head.
The words, "Oil can!" echoed from inside the bucket, "I'll skip the eyeholes Wade, I'll just phase my head. Won't be the best view but better then any slots I could cut in it."
So, Altrix made his way into the convention, looking like a reject tin man from the Wizard of Oz.
The name, Bucketnator, Altrix had made up, Wade had another name for him, but considering his attire he figured why not go the distance.
Thus, Bucketnator, had entered the tournament, he had scoped out the entire convention before entering which was the reason he was a late entry.
Right now though, if anyone could have seen inside of the bucket helmet, they would have seen Altrix grinning. He was surprised to be meeting Shego again; it had only been two days since the Ion Cannon.
"Wonders never cease." He thought to himself.
He made his way to met Shego and the ref that were standing in the middle of the ring.
Shego, had an odd look on her face, she couldn't really believe this was the other fighter that had made it through the tournament without being beaten as well. Maybe, he just got lucky and got the easy matches.
"Ok," the Ref started, "you two know the rules, but for those in the audience just joining us I'll repeat them.
This is a fight based on fighting skill, strength and knowledge.
No weapons, chemicals, robotic attachments, mystic powers and especially no super powers.
Biting, spitting and breaking of bones are allowed though, we're bad guys and we fight dirty, just no too dirty.
First one to get three points wins; points are awarded to the opponent who knocks the other out of the ring.
Death or being disabled results in an instant win, are you two ready?"
"Let's get this over with." Shego responded, the Bucketnator only nodded his bucket.
The ref, blew a whistle and the match was on.
Shego, decided to try the direct approach, there was no way someone this dorky looking could be that good.
A quick high kick to knock that bucket off his head seemed like the best method, with any luck the bucket was firmly attached to his body and would send him flying.
What happened, wasn't according to plan but made the crowd first gasp, then scream with excitement at the display.
The Bucketnator, grabbed her ankle and stopped the kick fast right next to his bucket head. Even quicker, he lunged forward while holding her ankle and cupped her waist in his arm.
In a fluid motion he picked up Shego and spun her around to release her so she flew out of the ring and into the cushions surrounding the ring.
It was fast and by the time Shego looked back from the cushions she heard a judge, "First point, Bucketnator."
The Bucketnator, walked to the edge of the ring closest to Shego and leaned over to get even closer to her.
"Let me give you a piece of advice Shego," a voice echoed in the bucket, "brute force isn't going to work."
With that, he turned and walked back to the center of the ring, waiting for Shego to start the next round.
She made it back quickly and the ref blew his whistle again to start the next match.
Which actually went better for Shego, she did a few fake punches to throw him off guard for her real attack. To her surprise even though he reacted to the fakes, he quickly would change his defense to counter the real attack she was trying.
It was frustrating, but a part of her could swear he was purposely staying on the defensive and not attacking her in anyway.
After four minutes she finally found a weakness in his defense, his left ankle wasn't as well guarded.
She connected with both fists on both his forearms held in front of his face for a block. With her left foot she plucked that ankle straight up throwing him off-balance and moved both hands to grab the ankle.
After that, it was just a matter of her flinging him by the leg out of the ring for her first point.
"Let me give you a piece of advice," Shego was grinning at the Bucketnator in a pile of cushions, "being a turtle won't work on me."
"Took you long enough to see that opening." He said while standing up.
Shego, shrugged the comment off and both met in the center again, the whistle blew once again.
This match was different, he was much faster with his attacks, and in a split second he hit her with four punches and a kick. Shego, had blocked all of them but just barely, she moved her arms away from protecting her face to a puzzling sight.
The Bucketnator was in a handstand, before she could take advantage of this vulnerable position, he went down on his back while spinning, both legs out.
She blocked the kicks with her arms, they were hard blows but easy to block, the crowd was screaming at the display.
Before she could recover, she felt two hands on her neck and her face was shoved downward. The hands came off her neck and she felt two arms lock around her midsection; she was then hoisted up on her back onto the Bucketnator's left shoulder.
The crowd was going wild at this display and lost it when the Bucketnator ran full speed to the edge of the ring, stopped dead and let Shego fly out.
"Two points Bucketnator, one point Shego." The announcer was heard over the speakers, "Let us hope if Bucketnator wins he'll do the right thing and change his name."
Shego, couldn't believe he had two points on her, no one she had fought in this tournament had even scored one point on her.
Part of her wanted to go ahead and use her powers to end this dork's life, but reason and ten million dollars kept her at bay.
He hadn't won yet so there was still a chance, the next match went Shego's way.
After various aggressive blows and blocks and aerobatics both had performed it came at the edge of the ring. The Bucketnator had just dodged a flying kick by Shego and was behind her, she was completely open.
The crowd was murderous seeing this was it, this was the win for Bucketnator, but he paused.
The pause gave Shego an opening and she grabbed his wrist, planted a hand on his waist and lifted him above her.
Then, basically body slammed him out of the ring, the crowd gasped, then roared at the sight of Shego.
"So it comes down to this, two points to Shego and two points to Bucketnator." The crowd was in a frenzy, "This is it folks, next point wins the tournament, is declared the ultimate fighter and wins a cool ten million to boot."
The final match started, Shego, went into a frenzy sending what seemed like a hundred blows at Bucketnator. To the crowds delight though, he dodged everyone she threw.
At the final blow, he grabbed her wrist, dropped down and cleared her legs with his leg sending her to the mat.
He quickly got up and allowed her to rise again, Shego tried again to land a blow but couldn't and he plucked up her right leg then cleared the other with his leg and sent her again to the mat.
The rest of the match went the same way, with Shego and Bucketnator moving slowly to the ring edge.
Shego, couldn't land a blow and the Bucketnator easily sent her to the mat.
"He's toying with me!" Shego thought to herself, "No one toys with me! No one!"
Before she could stop herself, her hands lit up, it was an instant disqualification from the match.
"Hey! Super powers are against the rules you know." The Bucketnator's voice echoed at her.
She had blown it, but decided to have a little fun, "Who cares, I fight dirty and your definitely going to pay for toying with me." Shego, threatened Bucketnator.
"That's funny, I fight dirty too." He held up his right hand to Shego, which had the index finger extended. Around this finger he twirled a slightly large green band that had a black buckle on it.
Shego, paused for a second to stare at the object, she had seen it somewhere before and it looked awfully familiar.
A look of horror appeared on her face and she looked down at her waist, he had taken her belt off of her. Her pants were halfway down her hips and starting to show off her lower unmentionables.
She reached down and quickly pulled her pants up.
"Rainforest green definitely works for you." The Bucketnator made a thumbs up at Shego.
"You just think this is so funny don't you?" Shego, was furious, but was frozen at the spot; if she moved too quickly she'd lose her pants, so she slowly made her way towards him.
He, just as slowly walked away from Shego, "What would have been funnier is if you'd given me a few more moments I could have had your bra too."
Shego, just sent a look of poison at him then looked to her right to see three judges approach the two fighters.
"Ah, I see you've come to award the fighter that was only interested in the money." The Bucketnator spoke, "Well, let her have it."
Shego, looked at him puzzled.
"Why?" One of the judges started, "Why did you throw the match?"
To Shego's surprise, the judge was looking at Bucketnator, not her, "Excuse me? What?" she said.
"I only wanted to fight her, she was interested in the prize money so it works out for both of us." He tossed Shego's belt back to her which she caught, "Maybe if we met again Shego I can give you a few lessons on improving your skill."
He walked away from the ring and through the crowd back to the convention.
"Someone want to explain to me what just happened?" Shego, was looking at the judges while hurriedly putting her belt back on.
"I don't understand it, he was definitely better then Shego." One of the judges said to another.
"Right before you lit up your hands Shego," one judge was answering her question, "he steeped out of the ring, on purpose, he basically forfeited the match before you."
"What?" Shego, looked shocked but finally got her belt back on, she looked toward the place her opponent had disappeared to.
"So," another judge began, "would you like the customary deposit in a Swiss Bank account?"
"Yeah, that'll be fine." Shego, quickly blurted out and she ran full speed after the Bucketnator.
She couldn't believe it, he had forfeited the match, she was scanning the convention trying to find him. There were so many costumed villains it was hard to get a lock, but eventually the glint of steel cans caught her eyes.
She ran, jumped and leaped through booth after booth and finally landed right in front of Bucketnator.
"You've got some explaining to do," Shego, stood a foot in front of him, blocking his path, "or are you just the kind of guy that gives millions away?"
"I told you," He wasn't really phased by her appearance, "I only wanted to fight you, that's why I entered the match. I'm a really big fan of yours, that's all."
"Oh come off of it!" Shego, put both hands on her hips, "No one who fights like that is a fan of mine."
"Would it make sense if I told you I have a weakness for beautiful green skinned women?" Shego's eyes narrowed at this comment, "I guess not."
"You'll just have to live with my reasons are my own." He held his hands out to her, "I was never interested in the money, just the experience and fighting you was quite the experience."
"What is that suppose to mean?" Shego responded.
"I was serious about teaching you." had bluntly put, "I see a lot of potential in you Shego, perhaps I see more then even you can imagine."
"And what, I'm just suppose to immediately want to be trained by you because of the match and the money you gave me?" She responded.
"You're not suppose to do anything more then you want Shego. The choice is always yours, I'm just offering it." He replied.
Shego, couldn't believe this, was this guy really serious, he may be dressed like a dork but he definitely had the skills. Maybe he was a mad fighting genius or something, he sure acted like it to her.
Drakken, didn't have a clue what he was doing.
He had wandered all over the convention, trying to find some device to enhance his villainy or help defeat heroes that were always foiling his plans.
Nothing could be found that could do that, but the final booth he was at showed some promise.
Portable disintegrator rays, not just any average ray either, these were selective rays.
You could vaporize an entire building with one, or a single skin cell, at least that's what the salesman said.
The device was about the size of a flashlight, but was covered in buttons from its front to its back.
Drakken, was randomly pushing buttons on the thing trying to get it to work.
"Sir!" The salesman looked very disturbed at this, "That's not how you're suppose to use the device, are you sure you know what your doing?"
"I'm a genius," Drakken, paid him no mind, "operating a disintegrator ray is like unlocking a door to one of my intellect."
Another button was pushed and the device started to emit various beeps in sequence, each one getting louder and louder.
"Oh No!" The salesman ran, while Drakken feverishly pushed more buttons, that caused the beeping to get louder and quicker.
"Oh snap!" Drakken said before the gun discharged.
"How do I know your not just some freak, how do I know I can trust you?" Shego was continuing the conversation. She had agreed to be trained by him, just now was arguing over a meeting place.
"Come now Shego," He answered, "does this look like a face you can't trust." The bucket was looking at Shego, it was so ridiculous she almost wanted to laugh right there.
Of course, her humor was cut short as a beam came streaming by and erased that face of a bucket leaving only air.
She heard Drakken curse out loud as she brought both hands to her lips in a gasp, she couldn't believe this had happened in front of her.
She had agreed to be trained by him and now, well, now there was no now, she was mortified.
That was until the Bucketnator lifted his right hand and passed it back and forth through where his head once was.
"I'm heard of losing your head over a woman but this is nuts!" A voice was heard that no longer had an echo.
Shego's, eyes opened wide at this sight, "Wait a minute?" she heard giggling coming from where the head should be on Bucketnator.
Two, very recognizable icy blue eyes materialized above the suit with no head and one winked at her. They just as quickly vanished from existence after delivering their message.
"YOU!" Shego, screamed then lit up her hands and burned the suit of steel cans into a pile of slag on the floor.
Bending over and yelling directly at the puddle of molten metal she yelled, "Take that you per…"
The sound of a hand slapping Shego on her right butt cheek rang out, Shego stood straight up clutching her rear.
"I am so going to kill you for that someday!" she spat out.
"Oh come on! You were ready to go out for a dinner and a movie with me." A voice from nowhere came, "Besides, if you don't want it spanked you shouldn't hang it out like that."
"The last thing I need is advice from you, Altrix!" She searched around trying to find the source of the voice.
"You learned my name?" the tone was of mockery, "I'm so flattered Shego and I thought for a minute you cared nothing for me. I'm so touched!
I bet that's the only thing you know about me right now though."
"I know you're a man who can't keep his hands to himself!" she spat back.
"I know a lot more about you though," the voice continued, Shego still couldn't make out the source, "doing homework on you was quite easy.
Let's see, we have a woman named Shego, we have a city named Go City.
We have a woman named Shego and a group called Team…"
"SHUT UP!" Shego, was shocked at this.
"Come on Shego, you've got the most fascination background." Altrix said.
"That past doesn't mean anything to me, if you think you'll appeal to that part that died long ago." Shego, was a little flustered.
"Oh it's not that part that fascinates me, it's your bad girl history I'm amazed about." Altrix, was starting to sound distant, "It's amazing you've been at villainy for this long and still haven't improved much over your previous job.
Makes me wonder if you are truly related to that team, but then again I've not given you some training."
"What?" Shego, looked around herself, no one was anywhere close to where she was, so no eavesdroppers, "My brothers were never skilled fighters or users of their powers when the team was around."
"That's right, they told me you don't ever visit." Altrix said, "You might want to drop or spy on them a bit, they've changed a little since I've trained them."
"What?" Shego, was puzzled.
"Oh yes, Global Justice has me training a lot of Super Heroes and would-be Heroes. Let's just say, next you cross paths with Kim Possible, you might find yourself in over your head." Altrix's voice was very distant now.
"Your training Possible?" Shego's voice was just a bit shaken at hearing this.
"No more time to talk Shego, duty calls." Altrix's voice was just a whisper, "We will met again though, I can guarantee it. Maybe next time I'll let you see me, but for now you have a lot to think about, as do I."
Shego, was standing alone in the middle of the convention, she could sense that Altrix was gone.
Suddenly, a paper airplane collided with her head, she grabbed it and looked around to see who had thrown it, no one was anywhere near to have thrown it.
She looked at the plane and saw writing on it, she unfurrowed the paper and couldn't believe what she was reading.
My offer to train you still stands Shego.