Arc Note: This chapter sets up the Original Gang arc, for a couple chapters. After that, the rest of The Gang, with April and January, will appear in another storyline.

Daten City… Days later…

Percival had the huge outside stage set up for The Gang's upcoming gig in Daten City. He ordered four assistants to help out of the preparations. However, he has recruited The Anarchy Sisters and the Daemon Sisters.

"Okay, ladies. Listen up," he said, "LOTS to do. Garterbelt and Corset has put me in charge of both of you, so we must start the preparations of this gig."

He exclaimed, "For now, the others will arrive, soon… However, The Gang has heard wind of your services, so we'll associate some ground rules."

He then ordered, "First of all, to Stocking, if you're ever in a binge of snacks, during work, you are entitled to one cookie."

Stocking pouted, "Aw… What kind of shit is that?"

Percival continued, "Second, Panty, while you work with us on missions and current jobs, there will be NO fucking and NO sex! If you feel like diddling, hold it in. And NO touching yourself, at all."

Panty grumbled, "I can wait. I handle the fire in me."

Percival said, "And third, there shall be NO fighting between each of you, I don't care who. If you get into a fight, don't! Break any of these rules, at least three times, and you're fired!"

He stated, "Now, what did I just say?"

Panty sighed, "No sex, fucking, or masturbation…"

Stocking groaned, "No snacks, during the job… I get one cookie…"

Scanty winced, "No fighting amongst trollops…"

Kneesocks said, "And do the job, don't break the rules, or we're fired."

Percival smiled, "Good. Maybe you are ready for work. Plus, the Daemons will go to jail, if they are fired. After all, they did work for this "M" girl."

He called, "Okay, let's get to work. You four get to the stage, decorating it with the flowers and such. Nothing hellish or X-rated; just a simple lei or an arbor of any kind, and don't waste any paper. Kotoha's gonna watch you, from behind the scenes, while I am gone, so get going. The instruments, however, The Gang will handle it. We do it. Not you."

He left, as Scanty and Kneesocks were sighing in disappointment, "We have to put up with them…"

Scanty said, "Obey the rules… Like he'd know? We're flawless with that order."

Panty groaned, "He's so hot. But Michelle is hotter."

Stocking snuffed, "You do realize that Michelle is a girl."

Panty said, "No way! Michelle is hot-looking. When this is over, I am gonna fuck him proper."

Scanty replied, "Like you would go full-blown, like that…"

Panty yelled at her face, "Bitch, you watch yourself! Don't make me call the man on you!"

Scanty shouted, "Watch it, you deep-skinned flesh devil!"

Stocking said, "Panty, would you calm down?"

Scanty laughed, "Why, I cannot believe you had to be restricted."

Kneesocks said, "Funny. Here we thought that there'd trouble, but too bad that Sis is a Gang Fan."

They laughed, as Panty shouted, "Go back to Hell, you red-faced cu-!"

Percival screeched, "GET BACK TO WORK!"

They collided into each other and ran off, in nervousness.

Stocking huffed, "Shit."

Chapter 9
Blue Blood Dynamite
(華冑ダイナマイトの巻)
(or "Steven Nevins's Fist of Justice Foretold")

Back at an apartment that Michelle and Heather rented for the month, The Original Gang was having tea and snacks together.

Percival smiled, "Well, here we are, the four of us, together, like old times."

Steven N said, as he sipped his tea, "Well, nice to be back to the good old days. However, one thing I cannot do is rest and have a pampered day."

"Of course," Percival said, "You heard the news about Rebecca Miyamoto?"

Steven N said, "Indeed I do. The news is mostly at 85%, with that margin saying that Becky is found not guilty. I know that it was a crock of shit."

Michelle said, "Yeah, well… I'd like to know who this "M" girl is. It couldn't be you know who."

Heather said, "Of course not! She's been dead for a decade and a half, about."

Steven N explained, "Well, be that as it may, it's just no way in hell that it's her. But it's nice to be together, since Peter and Farra joined. Times have changed, and I haven't gone back to The Gang."

He turned to Heather, "But I still miss you, angel pussycat."

Heather blushed, "You had me at angel."

She kissed him, as Percival said, "So, I have to ask. Why did you come here to Daten City and see us perform?"

Steven N replied, "Well, I have been here since last week, having a little R&R, but my days of relaxing were over, when I heard you came here, during the whole F City debacle."

Michelle said, "So did I. You outdid yourself there, I would say."

"Son, I liked that kind of moxie from you. It's good that you helped out, with much more to go through. I'd be licked, if you gone and side with robot girls or alien overlords… on the side of justice, that is. But what are the odds of that, boy?"

Percival said, "Plenty. We're lucky we have Mizuki Takase and Steven Cooke."

"How so?"

"Well, Cooke still resents me, while Mizuki is somewhat a brainiac. I'm the smart one, you know."

"Son, you can't always name traits or categories, in these worlds. Mizuki, you, Steven, and Peter have unique traits, but our wives, Michelle, and I, we're unorthodox. That is because we have weird traits. Heather is somewhat fast, Michelle is emotionless, I, myself, am very strong, and Farra… well… She does play a mean lefty flipsie-doodle."

Heather remarked, "Honey, Farra is just a lefty guitarist. She's not unorthodox."

"Maybe so, sweetie," he remarked, "You, however, we're one in the same. But you have beauty, unlike the other Gang members, that I alone own. Which means every girl, other than you, can't match you."

She giggled, "Aw, how sweet!"

Michelle faked gagged, "Augh! Sick pony…"

Heather smiled, "Not you, Michelle. You're awesome."

Michelle barked, "I'd like to know! How the hell did you become such a badarse?"

Steven N said, "Glad you asked me that-!"

Michelle jeered, "No one cares, buggerface!"

Percival scolded, "Michelle!"

"I don't care! I'm just saying that-!"

"Sis, you do have such ways of teasing me, since you hated the way I am… but since you asked, not that you care…"

"I don't!"

"…let me start at the beginning."

He explained his story of how he started to inherit martial art strength, courtesy of Black Dynamite. It happened, during Tohru Honda's visit to the Video Game World, in the beginning.

(Bullhorn): It happened during the hell, when all wasn't well. The Black Community was one of the victims of the Alternate Universe mind fuck! And with any luck, the worlds would remain stuck! But, lo and see, as plain as sight! This chapter tells the story of how Steven Nevins first met Black Dynamite!

Steven Nevins was driving around the city, in his black station wagon. He saw weird things happening. As he drove by, he visited a small dojo, located outside town. It was a rundown place, with some shows of wear and tear, but he stopped by it. He stepped out and read the sign, "Closed for a private training routine".

"Hmm, this is interesting," he thought, "Funny these worlds are becoming like Imaginationland… but… Why the hell is there a dojo, in the middle of the boondocks of this city?"

He said, "I'm about to find out, myself."

He went to the door and stepped inside, feeling concerned. He then thought, "I wonder who's in this dojo."

He opened the door and heard a sound.

"SUEY!"

Huh?

"SUEY!"

"Is someone in there calling for the pigs?" He thought, "That's good, since he's calling it "SOOEY!", unlike recently. Nice guy, whoever he is, but a little complexed."

He then said, as he opened the door, "Okay, hog farmer! Time we meet, face-to-face."

He stepped inside, and was surprised by what he saw. When he stepped into a dark and tinted room, he looked around, looking for someone; possibly the voice he heard. He stepped in another room and saw a huge dark-skinned man, with an afro and a red headband, jumping rope. He was jumping rope, really fast.

"Excuse me, sir?" Steven N asked.

The man barked, "I'm really busy! What gives you the right to address to me, while Black Dynamite is doing his jump rope?"

Yes, he was the Black Community's greatest hero (one of them), Black Dynamite.

"Sorry," Steven N said, "I didn't mean to interrupt your jumping rope, son. I was just curious, seeing everything going on, including here."

"Son, just because a honky like you can see everything, just because shit is going down, you'd be sure that it's fucked-up. Can ya dig it?"

"I can. I am having problems with these worlds, since I arrived here, today. There has been lots of it that I needed my friends for this. Besides, I-."

"Now, hold on a minute, son. Black Dynamite's not gonna say that you look familiar, but Black Dynamite's gonna say it. You look like Steven Nevins, one of those honkies from The Gang."

"Indeed, I am. And, for the record, the name honky is intolerable… but it's sort of suitable. In fact… no one ever called me a "Honky", before… unless you say "Honky Tonk"."

He spoke in the 4th wall, "Nice black guy, but a little in the 70s."

NOTE: "Black Dynamite" was a movie from 2009, setting in the 70s.

Steven N said, "Simply enough, I'm just curious that you know me, a simple southern gentleman from England."

B.D. said, "True that. But, now and then, Black Dynamite listens to NO music. He is concerned over kicking ass and taking names, which is what I do. Black Dynamite is giving these worlds a good and proper ass-kicking, if they get in my way."

"Okay… You know… You keep saying it in the third person. Kind of reminds me of someone I know."

"Who?"

"Nobody."

Black Dynamite then asked, "Hey, listen, since you're in here, how about if Black Dynamite can train you? You got nowhere to go, before you reunite with your other friends, so I figure that you needed some quality time together."

Steven N smiled, "Cool. I'm okay with training with you. But, let's hope it's soon. My wife and my sister are, in theory, here in this world, and I have to hurry."

B.D. exclaimed, "Black Dynamite doesn't need to worry about any honkies invading these parts. Leave well enough alone, because they'll show up. Now, I'm not asking you, I'm telling you! You may be a honky Brit, with such a wafer thin physique…"

"No, I work out, a lot. But I have been hitting the weights, during my terms as Goodwill Ambassador."

"It's not enough! If you wanna be go from being a lonely little man, stuck with a Cream Corn body, be my guest. BUT! And this is a BIG one… You train with me, and Black Dynamite will turn you into one of the baddest motherfuckers around. And I'm only doing this, since the Race slang has become indecisive to few, since the worlds are messed-up. I don't respect the likes of you, by Black Dynamite's standards, but Black Dynamite has some beliefs about you."

He added, "Also, I've been meaning to ask if Cream Corn wanted your autograph, since he likes your music."

Steven N said, "True… But I am retired from music. You haven't read who the members are, recently."

B.D. said, "He's got the first two LPs with you in them. He recently bought the first album again, since Honey Bee destroyed it, in front of his face. Don't ask."

Steven N thought, "Reminds me of Peter & Farra…"

He replied, "That's all good, but I may have to go through everyone, before I can meet them again. For now, I guess I'll wait. I can always meet them, if they show up."

B.D. exclaimed, "Son, the chances in these alternate worlds of people you know, appearing, is a million to 1. I doubt that your sister and your wife will appear now, but sooner or later, you'l meet with them. For now, train with me or step the fuck out!"

Steven N thought about it and said, "Okay, but only until The Gang appears. There are six members in the group, and Michelle and I are former original members. If you know ALL the members, by heart (or by Cream Corn), you notify me."

B.D. nodded, "Right. But training with me is better than a monkey in a strip joint. Can ya dig it?"

Steven N nodded, "I'll take my chances."

They shook hands, as they started training.

However, Muscle Man, at the time, eavesdropped from outside and said to the 4th wall.

"Hey! You know who ELSE is better than a monkey in a strip joint?
MY MOM! WHOOO!"

He ran off, swinging his shirt around.

"Sorry," Steven said, "It was all true, except the Muscle Man part. Don't ask…"

Michelle snuffed, "So, he trained you under his wing, after you were learned of a fierce alternate mind fuck."

Percival asked, "Not to be rude, but what were the headlines, during your training?"

Steven N said, "Well, not much. I only trained for a month or so, and during that time, there was a huge holocaust in a SimCity."

He showed the paper and the headline said "SimCity destroyed in nuclear disaster; seventeen killed".

Percival gasped, "Dude… It can't be."

He explained, "Sorry, but…"

He turned to Heather and declared, "Heather, would you step out for a moment? I want to speak to your husband, privately."

Heather said, "Sure. I'll go see how Panty and Stocking are doing."

She left to the stage, as Percival said to Steven N, "Well… Not to be rude, but there's a reason why I let Heather out. You see, during the holocaust in a SimCity, I was with a group called the Resistance. One of its members told me that one of the victims that were killed was Chef Hatchet, who was involved in Chris McLean's bidding. However, one of its members, Hanajima, told me that she and Uotani were chasing him, about to arrest him. It was a race towards time, since the power plant was about to explode. Luckily, the rest of the city evacuated, after hearing the news, beforehand."

Steven N gasped, "Whoa… I never knew you were in this dangerous moment."

Percival said, "At the time, I was after Chris McLean, involved with the Resistance's M.O. I was to oust Chris, but I was too late."

Michelle said, "McLean was found dead in his mansion, being bludgeoned and impaled to death, like a smashed casaba melon."

Percival said, "And his mansion was in rubble. Since then, the Resistance disbanded, and I was back home. However, the voice told me to recruit my friends."

Michelle snuffed, "When I heard of The Gang coming here to Simile City, I rejoined my fellows, after the whole F City incident."

Steven N smiled, "On the ball. I've heard about it."

Percival stated, "You should've seen it. Peter was all postal and serious, while the LSAAWS's boss had a huge power."

Steven huffed, "Still, you would've come to me, boy."

Percival said, "Sorry. But we were busy. In any rate, he took a playbook from you, after a fembot tried to kill me, but she was stopped."

Steven N gasped, "Bugger…"

Michelle smiled, "It was interesting that you have been training. So, how did you test your newfound strength?"

Steven N said, "Smashing. It happened, after I finished a whole two weeks of training."

(Bullhorn): Through Steven Nevins' training, he's gotten really good. He started battling some of the bad crowds, in the hood! Now, this happened before F City became a crater, as Steven N, through Black Dynamite's guide, came to a familiar city, two weeks later.

Steven was busy training and punching and kicking the air, as he was alone in a dark metro city, atop a huge building, preparing to fight a challenger. He presented an all-city challenge to ANY bad villain.

As he waited, ten black-cloaked ninjas appeared, as a figure with dark and spiky samurai armor and a mask, appeared before him.

He spoke in a demonic voice, "I shall be your opponent. The man who trains Kung Fu… under the tutelage of Master Dynamite. Pity… I figured you to be a challenge from Master Splinter, but no. YOU shall be the destined opponent."

Steven shouted, "You want something to say, say it now! You forget who I am, Samurai Bob!"

The Shredder bellowed, "I am NOT a Sim! I am… The Shredder! I shall be your guide… to your death and destiny."

Steven N huffed, "So 90s. Sorry, boys, but I have no time to fight ninjas like you."

"You dare question me, mere mortal?"

"Ninja, please!"

They stared down, as rain began to pour.

Steven N said, "Looks like this fight is called off, due to a count of rain."

Shredder beckoned, "Foot Ninjas! ATTACK! Destroy him!"

The foot ninjas surround him, as Steven N prepared to fight them off. He smirked, "I take that as a no?"

He bellowed, "Well, then, Shredded Cheese, allow me to show you what I have learned in a short time! Steven Nevins may be inexperienced in the fighting world, but down in Texas, we call it a fracas!"

He jumped up and dropkicked a foot ninja. He jumped down and started to punch and kick two ninjas. One foot ninja swung his katana at him, but he ducked. One ninja fought at him and kicked him down. The ninjas pinned him down, as Shredder laughed, "Yes… Once I am done with you, you pathetic warrior, I shall find the turtles. Of course, I'll tell them that you came to help… but you never succeeded."

Steven N was pinned to the floor, as Shredder held up his hand and unsheathed his claws on him. He then smirked, "Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh… It is the end… for you…"

BOOM!
Dynamite~! Dynamite~!

He broke free, as Shredder shouted, "WHAT?"

Steven N snapped, "Son, you come from a bad Saturday Morning cartoon. You've dealt with a Red-Blooded Texan, fighting for honor, but you haven't met a Blue-Blooded British Bastard! SUEY!"

He charged at the foot ninjas and slammed their faces with a barrage of kicks. He swung a sword that he swiped and decapitated the foot ninja, sparking electricity from its neck. He swung at the ninja, which ducked a horizontal slice, but he was slashed vertically, splitting into two. He slammed three more ninjas at each other, while impaling another ninja in the head. He let go of the sword and smashed two foot ninjas with his kicks. He slammed another foot ninja with a barrage of kicks, launching him off the building. It exploded into a fiery rubble, as it short-circuited from the rain. Fire was set, as Shredder ran to him.

"ENOUGH! You will die!" He yelled, "I shall make you commit to your own pool of blood!"

Steven N dodged his punch and said, "MAN! Why you have to use that word, Shredded Wheat? Is Kids' TV not working for you?"

He socked him in the gut, as Shredder cried, "QUIT CALLING ME NAMES! I shall make you into English mulch."

Steven N prepared to fight again, as they stared down. Shredder was about to launch a blow, until…

He jumped off the building and fled. He called, "We'll meet again, fool."

He cackled, as the remaining foot ninjas followed. Steven N stayed in place and said, "Next time, son. Next time. Steven Nevins isn't afraid of you, Mr. Saturday Morning cavity creep."

(Bullhorn): Since then it was fair weather, as it was months since he saw the Shredder! He still hang around, city through city, looking for his friends and wife! And when that day came, which changed his life…

Steven Nevins read the paper of F City's second defense, caused by his friends. The headline read "LSAAWS defends F City AGAIN!"

He smiled, as he saw the picture of The Gang in the photo. He smiled, "F City is defended, all right. I knew they could do it."

He then was asked if he can do it again, for the fighting, but he calmly said no.

"Steven Nevins isn't planning on staying. You see, Steven Nevins is going to continue the dedication in these worlds, until we fix them, one day. Can ya dig it?"

A girl asked, "You think so? Maybe one day you'll do it all with The Gang, since you are an original."

Steven N smirked, "Ya damn right."

Dynamite~! Dynamite~!

Steven concluded, "And that's how it went. Shredder never returned… until soon. Days later, I got sick of waiting and took refuge in Daten City, a city I ran into, during my travels. And since then, I became friendly towards the Angels, Penny and Stocking."

Percival said, "Wow."

Michelle smiled, "That's me brother for you. Now that you tell it like it is, you've become a superman!"

Steven N smiled, "Ya damn right. To be honest, I never felt so young again, since I was trained by B.D."

Michelle yelled, "Why couldn't have you trained with Bushido Brown, since you are such a fighter with deadly arts?"

Steven N stated, "He's dead."

Michelle sighed, "Oh. Never mind."

Percival asked, "So, what happened next, after you befriended Garterbelt?"

Steven N said, "Not much. But I did overheard Corset's plans. I figured I'd save the trouble for them, so we can leave it at best."

Heather appeared and sat down. She asked, "What did I miss?"

Michelle said, "He was talking about how he defeated Shredder."

Steven N pleaded, "No, we weren't!"

Dynamite~! Dynamite~!

Meanwhile, on the stage, the stage was finished, as it was covered in roses and pansies, all red, black, blue, and yellow colored.

Stocking smiled, "Finished… And it only took some flowers we salvaged from the Animal Crossing cities."

Kneesocks smiled, "A beautiful red and black in these roses… The color of hell…"

Scanty said, "No better than this blemish's work."

Panty's side was all messy and crooked. Scanty scoffed, "Well, I guess flower arrangement wasn't your measure, amirite?"

Panty snarled, "BITCH! I'll beat your fucking ass for my creativity!"

Stocking whispered, "NO! Don't fuck this up, Panty! Just shut up!"

Kneesocks blushed fully red (as it is) and said, "Well, it's almost Show-time. What say we douse these flowers into water?"

Scanty said, "No… They are too delicate for heavenly holy water. Nothing beats good old fashion mineral water."

Stocking asked, "How about some fragrance? I got the peppermint spritz for the flowers that give a sweet scent!"

Scanty remarked, "Oh, dear… I think that would be dreadful, dear angel we fully despise."

Panty smiled, "Yo chica, fuck peppermint! Make it spearmint! I like to chew that kind of gum… back before."

The Daemons laughed, "NOW you're talking!"

For some reason, they seemed to get along, somehow.

Stocking giggled, as she sprayed, "Job done!"

But she accidentally spritzed Panty in the face and chest. She shouted, "HEY! WHAT THE FUCK, BITCH?"

"Sorry! Accidental occupational hazard!" Stocking smiled.

She strangled her and shouted, "I'll give you an occupational fucking hazard!"

They began to strangle each other, as the Daemons watch on, in somewhat of enjoyment.

Kneesocks asked, "Should we tell on them, dear sister?"

Scanty smiled, "The job's done, so why waste it?"

They sat down, watching the angels fight and strangle each other, as Scanty sighed, "Ahh… How long has it been, since bliss?"

Kneesocks laughed, "Coming from the tawdry opposite of them – the pitiful hooligans of high-fashion hypocrisy."

They summoned their limousine, G-String, and stepped inside. Scanty called, "We'll be heading to the convenience store and bakery for you guys. You want something?"

Panty called back, "Bring me back some fried chicken and beer!"

Stocking cried out, "WAIT! Get me a baker's dozen of chocolate cake slices!"

Kneesocks said, "Simply a verily postured bunch, aren't they?"

They drove off, as the Angels continued fighting.

Meanwhile, a girl in a huge building was watching on through a huge window. The clouds were getting dark, as she was lost in thought. Rei Tachibana appeared and kneeled to her, "Miss Boss…"

We NOW know that THIS girl is the aforementioned "M"… but still in shadows.

Rei asked, "What is your request, honorable M?"

Even the minions of her don't know who she is!

M responded, "I want you to go to Targus City and hunt down a person for me. I need her, for an important test. I have learned that four of the miscreants of AAW are there, as well. Hunt her down for me and bring her to me… and also, exterminate the fools, with those two psychopathic gynoids, as well. This time, I want no failure out of you, unlike in the Plastic Kingdom. I only resurrected you for a reason… Rei."

Rei bowed, "Yes, master."

M ordered, "You have your orders. Leave my sight!"

She disappeared, as M held up a can of peach juice. She sipped it and snuffed, "Ew! I said orange!"

She slammed the can down and growled, "I won't let that get to me. I could care less if they fail me… For now, Dick will take care of Daten City for me, after he's settled things in New New York."

She then glowed her eyes an infrared hue and said, "Steven Nevins… Steven Cooke… Both of you have been in my way, for so long. You will fall to me… for revenge. Two groups of birds… one stone."

She giggled evilly, and let out a laugh.

What is she planning for ALL eight members/alumnus of The Gang and their entourage? Can she succeed in her plan to end the greatest team of musicians?

To be continued…