A motorcycle roared down the road, its riders red hair flapping about him in the wind. He was not alone, however, as a SUV bumped along the road in pursuit. He cursed under his breath, gliding along a curve. "Can't these guys just leave me be?" He scowled as the docks came into view.

"C'mon, Bubbles. Rethink this." Harry sighed as he looked at the rest of the crowd. "These guys look really dangerous."

"Exactly." The blonde smiled, looking at her competition. "No one can call me a fake after this."

"Why do you care? Your movies are still successful."

People starting moving to get onto the boat. "Time for me to go."

"Bubbles!"

She spun around to face her manager. "Hey, who am I?"

Harry sighed, rolling his eyes. "Bubbles, cute and lovable."

"And I kick butt." She smiled, putting on her sunglasses. "Don't you forget that." With that, she started walking up the ramp for the boat.

The biker took a tight corner onto the Hong Kong street, but he was still unable to shake loose his pursuers.

In fact, the SUV seemed to be handling the roads better than he was. Looking back, the red head could only scowl as he saw a familiar blond.

Buttercup smirked at the people present. Yes, a challenge.

"You're not thinking what I think you are thinking, are you, young maunt?" A familiar voice said behind her.

The girl spun around to see a man dressed entirely in white, save for the yellow hat atop his head. Suddenly, she felt embarrassed for switching to the green tank top and shorts instead of the traditional clothing. "Professor! I wasn't expecting to see you at this tournament."

"And why not? Am I just a old fuddy duddy?" He smiled while the maunt tried to form a response. "Now, what exactly were you thinking?"

"Just how exciting this tournament will be." The brunette smiled. "I've been dying to try some of the techniques we've been learning."

"I'd choose my words more carefully, young one. That might be a possibility here."

"Oh...right." Buttercup smiled weakly, looking behind the Professor to see a red-head in a pink jacket following behind him. "Might I ask who that is?"

"Ah, yes. Where are my manners?" He smiled, motioning for the girl to come closer. "Buttercup, this is-"

"Cryo." The red-head said coldly.

"Nice to meet you." Buttercup replied, extending her hand for a handshake.

Cryo just stared at Buttercup's hand.

"Go on, shake it."

"I am just here on a mission." Cryo said, walking past Buttercup. "Not to make friends. It looks like it is time to board the boat." With that, she walked onto the docks, leaving the Professor and Buttercup alone.

"Picked a real winner, didn't you." The maunt sighed, turning towards the docks. "I guess I should be going. It was nice seeing you."

"Who said I wasn't going along too?"

"No way!" Buttercup spun around yet again. "I thought gods weren't allowed to compete?"

"We are if we're invited." The Professor said, holding up a postcard. He started walking towards the boat, putting his arm on Buttercup's shoulder and pushing her towards it. "But you are right. We should get on that boat."

The biker smirked as the dock got closer. He'd get on that boat.

"All aboard!"

Blossom scowled, tugging at the backpack strap. It felt so wrong to not be in her gear. I hope we get to the island soon. Being in her civvies just felt so wrong.

Someone tapped her shoulder. "Excuse me."

"What do you want." She scowled, spinning around to see a man in a yellow long coat. She gasped as she recognized the face.

"Sorry to bother you, but I think you killed me."

"I know I killed you." She shook her head. "Why aren't you six feet under?"

"Opportunity. Somebody has given me the chance for revenge."

"So what, you gonna kill me for doing my job."

"No...that was a job, and I would have done the same to you." He smiled. "I wouldn't expect you to seek revenge on such a matter."

The red-head tapped her chin. "Then what are you doing here?"

"I told you. I'm here for revenge. Just not for me." He smirked, a devilish look. "And I'll claim it on the island." With that, he moved elsewhere on the boat, disappearing into the throng of passengers.

"Damn!" The biker cursed as the boat started to pull out of the dock. He leaned forward, gunning the bike for what it was worth.

Buttercup smiled as she looked around the boat. Sure, she should be more focused on restoring the tournament to the White Lotus, but she couldn't help but think that she would have a great time fighting.

"Wahoo!"

The maunt looked up with several of the other passengers as a motorcycle soared over the boat, the rider back flipping off of the bike to land on the boat. He pulled off the helmet and tossed it after the now sinking bike, his red hair swaying in the salty breeze. "What the fuck are you looking at?" He scowled, looking around the whole boat.

Buttercup smiled. She was gonna have a lot of fun with this.

About an hour into the ride, a tv screen in the middle of the boat lit up. A green man with gray hair appeared on the screen, sunglasses concealing his eyes. "Hello everybody. I'd like to thank you again for attending the Tournament of Souls. It is so grand that you would come out all this way."

As he talked, crew members on the deck started to put on masks over their mouth.

"As you probably know by now, you will be competing for the title of Grand Champion of Earthrealm."

A mist started to seep up from the boat.

"We prefer to operate under non-traditional rules. When you get to the island, you will be separated in groups." The man smiled.

Buttercup dropped to her knees as the gas drifted into her nose. Bubbles had already hit the ground.

"This groups mean nothing officially. It is simply the first one to reach the inner sanctum will be able to face the current reigning champion."

"What is going on?" Blossom gasped looking around as more and more passengers fell to the ground.

"The more people you eliminate along the way, the better your chances at facing the champion. To everyone, I wish great luck."

As he finished speaking and the tv turned off, only two figures not of the crew were left standing. One crew member turned to look at them, taking off his mask. "Why didn't-"

"I'm a god." The man in white said. "Doesn't really work on me."

"Dead." The man in yellow smirked. "Gonna need a lot stronger stuff."

(A/N: I had fun writing this. I'm really hoping someone out there is enjoying reading this.)