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While Robbie and Andre made their way across town, towards the Vega household, things were happening.. deep within the almost finished Chaos Theater Club, G-Man was hanging with his posse, when he got a call. "Gerald, my main hamboner, whats up." he said. "I see. Well, we can certainly understand how that got out of control. Listen. You shouldn't have tried to fight them. That's what we have Kwakoo for. Let him handle the violence in the future. And Gerald, don't come back until I tell you it's okay. I don't need this exploding in my face. Stay cool." Gideon hung up the phone. "Maddie, darling, call Matthew Patel. I think someone needs to pay this Robbie Shapiro a visit and make sure he doesn't try going to the police." He glanced over to where Beck was sitting.
Beck was sweating, trying not to be too worried about his friends. "Beck, my man, relax. It'll all be over soon, and then you can have some of that hot Latina ass I've given you. Just stay cool." Beck looked on helplessly as things were set in motion. This wasn't the way he wanted things to go, but who could stand up to the G-Man?
Across town, A short time later Andre drove up to the Vega home. "Lets get this over quickly. I'm already in too deep, and I don't want any more trouble." The musician said. Robbie got out, and together with Andre, they walked up to the house. They rang the doorbell.
Holly, Tori's mother, answered the door. "I'm sorry, but Davids not here right now." She said.
"How'd you know?" Robbie started.
"Davids been monitoring the police activities, figuring out who's on the take. It'll cost him his career, becoming a 'rat', but it's the only way to save Tori. We're working with the FBI, but all we can do is keep this G-Man guy from having you arrested. Too much corruption. Hopefully, you can get away." Holly explained.
"Not so fast." A voice in the street said. It was a man dressed like a hipster pirate, with a semi-fancy coat and poofy shirt. "I, Matthew Patel, am here to make sure you never get the chance."
"Who?' Robbie asked.
"Matthew Patel, the first evil enforcer for the G-Man." Matthew said. "Didn't you get my email?"
"I haven't had a chance to check my email." Robbie said. He pulled out his phone. "One moment, let me skim it."
"Skim?" Matthew said. "Skim?! You will die for your insolence." With that, the enforcer was running straight at Robbie, who'd walked a short distance from the door to give Holly a chance to close it. Andre was hiding in the house, behind the couch. Robbie couldn't blame him. If it wasn't for his trying to win Cat's love, he'd be there too. Of course, this was one of G-Man's main enforcers, so he was going to get janked up, but anything for his girl.
"Cat..." He said, ready to face his fate. There was the sound of a body getting struck, and when Robbie opened his eyes (when did he close them?), Matthew as on the ground several feet from him. Standing in front of him was Trina. Again the loud, disembodied voice said "Fight", and with a bell sound, ethereal letter "VS" appeared between Trina and Matthew.
"Little girl, why are you risking your life for the effeminate nerd?' Matthew asked, as he rolled to his feet.
"I'm not. It's just, here you are, looking for a fight, and you choose to pick it on my front yard." She said. "I just thought I'd pay your boss back for getting me kicked out of Hollywood Arts. And for the record, that outfit is way effeminate."
"Pirates are in!" Matthew screamed as Trina seemed to shrink, kicking off her heels, the two eight inch missiles flying at her opponent. He easily dodged, laughing until he was struck from behind when the shoes came back like glittery boomerangs. It was more humiliation than damage, but it did unbalance him.
Trina was upon him the moment his focus was broken by her returning heels. They exchanged long kicks and punches, both circling for the advantage. Over the first twenty seconds or so, it became obvious his style was modern dance, relying on lightning fast kicks, acrobatics and quick leg sweeps. Trina's style was closer to untalented modern dance.
But while he was a better dancer, she was a better fighter. As the fight got heated, she was getting the advantage. She closed in and started exchanging punches with Patel, her skill and speed landing three or four for each shot he got in, but his strength advantage took some of Trina's momentum. She just smiled, kicking him in the face as she flipped backwards to get her distance to launch her next swarm of attacks. With a series of swift kicks, she drove him to his knees, then sent him tumbling backwards.
Matthew did something no one expected, he started singing. With a song sounding a bit like a throwaway song from a Bollywood movie, he sang about how his abilities would crush Trina. Or at least he started too. Figures were appearing in the air, black and white female figure in tight, semi-revealing clothing singing backup for Matthew.
That's when Trina chose to sing along. She didn't know the words, or much care, she just knew a musical number when she saw one. Her screeching voice cut through Matthew's song, disrupting it's power, and banishing the "demonic hipster chicks" before he could use them to get any form of advantage. Instead, he came tumbling out of the air, hands over his ears. The next moment, she was upon him, crouching down as she kicked him upwards, launching him back into the air. Then she quickly moved under where he was going and somehow used the momentum from her own kicks to slam him into the ground.
The crunching sound of his body breaking signaled the end of the fight, along with the disembodied voice declaring "Winner!" Trina smiled a wide, evil grin, and told Robbie "Never send a boy to do a woman's work." Then she looked around. "If he damaged my shoes, you're replacing them." She told Robbie as she quickly recovered them.
Holly's voice was heard in the background. "Trina, clean up this mess."
Trina huffed, and screamed "It's not my mess" as she walked into the house.
"Hey Andre, new plan. We find people scary enough to fight these battles for us." The nerd said, racing into the house after the victor. "Trina, you in?"
"Nahhh" She replied, then sighed. "Now I need to get my feet bleached. It's amazing how hurting people can get them all dirty."
"After you clean up your mess!" Holly shrieked, but Trina just ignored her, making the call to get her foot bleaching appointment.
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That was chapter three.
