A/N: Sorry for taking so long to update. I was planning on updating yesterday, but fanfic was bugging out... again. Seriously, this site is great, but it could need some upgrades.
Anyway, I made this, but my little sisters remade it. . . again. Yeah, they're practically co-writers of KOG at this point. Hell, I plan on for- I mean convincing them to write future chapters.
Anyway, onto the story.
Yang's fist smashed into the lower jaw of the skull mask-wearing opponent, sending him flying out of the ring.
"RING OUT! CROSSBONES IS DISQUALIFIED! WINNER, XIAO LONG!"
Cheers and boos roared in the ring as Yang walked out of the ring, looking down due to how sick and tired she was of the mission. All she's been doing is fighting, eating, drinking, and sleeping. She hasn't gotten any closer to Fisk, even with Cage's help. Yang glanced up as she walked, seeing Fisk himself sitting on his throne, Deathstrike and Lucky sitting at his sides, the damned underground crime lords just sitting there and watching the fights.
"KNOCKOUT!"
Yang stopped in her tracks, shocked that someone had gotten a knockout so fast. She was usually in the bar waiting for her Strawberry Sunrise before the second round of the next match.
She looked behind her to see an incredibly beautiful Tiger Faunus woman with blood-red hair, sapphire-blue eyes, two whisker markings on her cheeks, and fair skin. Yang could see her incredible abs and impressive biceps from where she was standing. Yang then realized that the guy she beat was...
'Taskmaster?! The C-Block Champ?! The same guy who won this damn thing last year without a scratch?! The guy that only Deadpool was able to beat?! I've been watching that guy's fights and even I knew I'd have trouble with that prick.' Yang then looked at the mysterious beauty. 'And she beat him in a damned second? Who is this chick,' Yang thought.
"WINNER: FIRESTAR NAT!"
"Firestar Nat?" Yang analyzed the woman. "Nice and tall. Fair but not too pale. Sexy long hair. Cute whiskers. Tasty-looking muscles. Decent pair, maybe a cup smaller than mine but still lovely. Incredibly easy on the eyes. She's absolutely my type. Too bad I'm married... for HER."
Nat then looked straight at Yang, their eyes meeting.
Yang didn't realize it, but she was smirking. Yang could tell by Firestar's eyes alone. She was a true challenge.
Yang fought a fair amount of challenging opponents, some of the toughest ones almost beating her until she got some random rage boost for a reason she even didn't understand. However, most of her opponents were fodder and scrubs. Too easy to get her blood going. But one look at that Warrior Beauty let Yang know that even SHE would struggle against Nat. In fact, Yang thought that she might even lose to her, which got her even more excited.
Yang really wanted to fight that woman.
Yet, Nat's eyes were indifferent to Yang. In fact, they were unreadable. It gave her a mysterious air to her before she just huffed and got out of the ring, walking toward her exit to go back to her block.
"I like her. I REALLY wanna fight her," Yang said.
"Oi!" Yang looked to see one of Fisk's lackeys. "Back to yer block, gladiator. Your next match ain't for another three fights."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," Yang said with a roll of her eyes as she went back to her block.
Later, she was at the bar, Luke placing her strawberry sunrise in front of her. Yang took a sip and sighed in contentment. "Perfect as always, big guy."
"Mhm."
"Hey, Luke, you saw that fight after mine?"
"Wouldn't call it a fight."
"Neither would I, honestly, but you know practically everyone around here. Firestar Nat. Who is she?"
"Youngblood like you."
"She's a rookie?"
"Again, like you. Made the scene just a few days after you. Had a lot of metal keeping her hands in a prayer. More than even you."
"Are you kidding me?!"
"Nope. Don't know much about this Nat girl, 'cept that she's a tough one. Seems to be a kickboxer."
"A kickboxer? In this day and age? Haven't seen a kickboxer in forever. They're about as outdated as my dad's razor."
"Well, I guess she's tryin' to bring the old sport back. Girl has skills. Likes to aim for vitals: liver, heart, edge of the ribs, solar plexus, chin, name a vital and she goes for it. Though, a good number of her fights so far ended with one-hit K.O.s. Doesn't help that she's as fast as a bullet. Doesn't help she's a tiger too. The ones that do survive her first blow have to deal with her Semblance."
"Which is?"
"It's in her name, Yang."
"Nat? What, does she spit bugs at you or something? Hey-oh!"
"Really, girl?" Yang just gave a toothy smile, making Luke sigh. "Hellfire Blaze. She surrounds those fists and feet of hers with a blazing fire hot enough to leave either a burning fist or a footprint where it landed. Left her 'autograph' on a lot of unfortunate suckers with that straight of hers."
"So a Fire Semblance, eh? I bet I can take her."
"I think you might," Luke shrugged. "Or, you can convince her to help us."
"Hm?"
"Come on, Long. You know damn well the two of us won't be enough to take down Fisk," Luke said as he leaned on his counter. "We need more allies, and a girl like Nat might be just what the doctor ordered."
"We're in different blocks."
Luke looked around, seeing where the guards and other prisoners were before leaning in. "You really think we don't have ways of getting around?"
"Keep talking." Yang then heard a scrap on the floor. She knew immediately what it was. She looked around and saw that no one was looking. She then looked at Luke. The moment he nodded, she jumped over the counter and squatted down to not be seen, now seeing the secret tunnel Luke uncovered.
"You got half an hour, tops," Luke whispered.
"Let's hope that's enough time," Yang whispered before jumping down the hole, Luke covering it back up.
Yang was now sneaking through a tunnel, some Dust Crystals being used as lighting. After a bit of walking, came across a crossroads of some sort, three different paths in front of her. She looked around for any clues and saw letters. The same letters as the other Blocks. When she found the one she wanted, she went through.
After reaching the end, she pushed upward, feeling something move. When it was gone, she peaked through the hole, seeing a counter.
"Psst." She looked up to see a guy wearing a yellow mask with a dragon on it. "Name's Iron. Where you comin' from," he whispered while making some drinks.
"D Block."
"Luke, eh? What ya need?"
"Firestar Nat."
"Well, good news is that she's here."
"Bad news?"
"Not sure you'll be able to talk to her. She's no social butterfly."
"Then it's a good thing I have a way with people," Yang said as got out of the hole.
"Just be careful. Fights are forbidden outside of the ring. One fuck up is all we need to get the Three Lords screwing us over and getting farther out of our reach."
"Noted."
Yang popped her head up over the counter, seeing that the coast was clear before jumping over. "So, you know how to make a strawberry sunrise?"
"What the- Uh, yeah. I do. Not something a lot of people ask for around here, but-" Iron just made the drink for Yang.
Yang took a sip. "Mm. Almost as good as Luke's." Iron rolled his eyes. "So, got anything I can use to bribe Firestar?"
Iron turned away and made a drink in a tall glass, giving it to Yang. "She'll at least listen to you, at least until she gulps this down like it's a shot."
"Ooh, I'm seriously really liking this chick."
"We'll see if you still do once she punches you."
Yang winked at Iron before taking her sunrise and Nat's drink. She walked past a few of the other inmates, the walk getting easier the closer she got to Nat. Seems plenty of people were afraid of her. The beauty basically had her own table to herself, empty as it was. Yang was about a foot or so away from Nat's table.
"If you want to keep your pretty face, I suggest you keep walking," Nat said. Yang just walked up and held the drink close to Nat's face.
Nat glanced at the drink, Yang still holding it, the blonde beauty even shaking it in an expectant way. Nat sighed before taking the drink. "Fine. You can talk. Just make sure it's worthwhile."
As soon as Yang sat down, she saw Nat down the drink, the tall glass empty when she slammed it down. "Holy crap. Iron wasn't kidding. That was a shot to you."
"Is that all you wanted to say, sweetheart?"
Yang's smile twitched. She then guzzled down her sunrise before leaning on the table, her boobs purposely squished on the table, pleased that she caught Nat staring for a split second. "Well, I wanted to have a nice talk with you, but if you call me sweetheart again, and I'll send you flying into the sun."
"Please. I've seen your fights, Xiao Long. You really think you can take me," Nat asked, a flame flickering at her fist.
"You wanna find out, Firestar," Yang asked as her eyes turned red, her hair glowing.
The two glared at each other before both snickered and then laughed heartily.
"I think I like you," Nat said.
"Back at ya. You've got a pair on you, babe."
Nat looked down at her chest before looking at Yang's, her eyes narrowing. "You checkin' me out?" She gave a small smile
"What? It's hard not too. You've got a very nice pair. About as nice as mine."
"Lucky, I like you. Or I put you in a headlock like that bloodsucker of mine."
"Bloodsucker?"
"My landlord. About the closest thing I have to a little brother"
"Ah, takes advantage of you and charges you a crap ton of lien?"
"No. He's actually a pretty fair guy. Just incredibly annoying."
Back at his house, Devlin sneezed.
"Oh, I know that feeling. I know this alright guy, but he's a major screwup and idiot. Really makes me wanna punch him most of the time."
Jaune sneezed.
"You alright, youngin'," Mahina asked as she was waving Jaune goodbye.
"Just a random sneeze. Goodbye, Master Mahina. And thanks for the pineapples."
"Any time, youngin'."
"So, cut to the chase, hot stuff. Why did you wanna talk to me," Nat asked as she placed her hand on her cheek.
Yang leaned in. "Do you like Fisk?"
Nat's eyes became daggers before she swatted her glass, the thing turning into glass sand and plastering onto the wall. "Don't even joke about that kind of shit." She let a small snarl.
"You want him in cuffs?"
"I want him in the damn ground, but cuffs will have to do. You a merc like me?"
"You're a merc?"
"Hm? Ah. You're a Huntress."
"Bingo, babe."
"Not many Huntsmen have the stones to go after guys like Fisk, save for one." Yang's smile twitched at that. "Let me guess, you thought you could just barge in here and beat the crap out of him?"
"That was the plan. Didn't work out so well, though. Been stuck here for months trying to get to him."
"Mm, guess you're the senior in this job. Only been here for about a month trying to get to that fat bastard and his girlfriend. His midget is also on the list."
"All three of them are major crime bosses."
"All taken out by the same guy. You do know that's why this fight clubs exists in the first place, right?"
"Fisk is hoping to find guys and make an army to take out the guy who beat him, right?"
Nat sighed. "If only it were that easy. Fisk knows damn well most of us wouldn't be loyal to him."
"So what, he's gonna brainwash us?"
"No. He's studying us. . . So he can copy and paste our moves on machines."
"Come again?"
Nat looked around before leaning in, Yang doing the same. "It was found by accident by another inmate. Even lower than we are now, there's a lab. A freak of a scientist, who doesn't look human or Faunus, is making a bunch of androids. The floating head-"
"Floating head?"
"Focus. He has the arena covered in scanners. It studies us so he can program it into these freaky robots. Called the A.I.M. bots."
"A.I.M.?"
"Arc Incinerator Machines. He's building an army to kill Jaune Arc himself. Last we checked, he has about a thousand built.
"THOUSAND," Yang yelled before standing up. She realized she screwed up, prisoners and guards looking at her before looking back at Nat. "I DON'T HAVE THAT KIND OF LIEN!"
"Too goddamn bad. Sit your ass down so we can get back to business," Nat followed along, the ruse working when some of the prisoners snickered while the guards just looked away, Yang sitting down.
"But a goddamn thousand," she whispered. "Not even Jaune can take on a thousand punks alone."
"He won't have a choice. Legendary hero or not, he's as good as dead if Fisk and that living bobble-head get their way. And once he's gone, who's to stop Fisk? Us?"
"Well, we could try to at least throw a monkeywrench in the plan. Taking out Fisk and the Bobblehead should help make it easier, right?"
"Except both of the pricks are well guarded. You want the boss and his pet, you're gonna need help."
"Any recommendations?"
"I can think of a few, one guy in particular. He HATES Fisk. It's because of him that this guy's family is dead. Being a prisoner to fight for the bastard's entertainment is salt in the wounds for him."
"Guy got a name?"
"Castle. Black Castle. But most people call him Punisher."
"Why?"
"Arc may go after any level of crook, but he still arrests them. Castle straight up kills them."
"Brutal."
"You have no idea. But you're about to find out. His fight is next," Nat said as she looked up, Yang turned around to see the TV screen, the spectators cheering as two combatants walked into the ring.
"See the guy with the skull on his chest," Nat asked.
"Castle?"
"Castle."
"Guy's as big as Arc."
Yang then looked at Castle's opponent. "Yeesh. What happened to that guy? He looks like my wife's scratching post."
'Oi,' Blake went in annoyance in a comic bubble.
"Castle happened."
"I take it they don't go out for Sunday Supper often," Yang went.
"Oh, they go out... at a shooting range... where THEY are the bull's-eyes. They've been trying to kill each other for years. Their hatred is legendary. Jigsaw even works for Fisk, actually volunteering to be part of this shit just to kill Castle. This is the first time they've ever been in the ring this entire crap show."
"Should I get us some drinks?"
"Naw. You're not going to wanna miss this."
"BLACK CASTLE VS JIGSAW!"
"Been waiting a long time for this, Castle."
"That makes two of us. You keep surviving, but this time I'm going to tear your fucking heart out of your goddamn chest before ripping your face off."
"You mean the face you FUCKED UP?!"
Castle smirked. "One of my best works to date."
"BEGIN!"
Jigsaw snarled. "CASTLE," he roared before stomping on the ring, a compartment opening up and a buzzsaw popping out, Jigsaw catching and revving it up. The crowd went wild when that happened.
Yang shot up. "No way that's legal!"
"Seriously, Huntress?" She looked at Nat, who raised an eyebrow, looking at Yang like she was an idiot. "This is an underground fight run by gang lords, all three having oceans of blood on their hands. You really think they give a crap about rules?"
"Well, when you put it that way."
"You realize you're the only one who hasn't killed anyone in these matches, right?"
Yang's eyes widened. "You mean... you?"
"Some dude with a bull's-eye scar on his forehead. Basically begging me to leave my 'brand' there. Fried up his brain REAL good." Yang and Nat looked back at the match.
Jigsaw roared as he rushed at Castle with the saw, trying to carve him, but Black was fast enough to dodge all of the swings before landing a blow to Jigsaw's jaw, making him stagger. Castle then kicked the side of Jigsaw's leg, making him fall to his knee before kicking the saw out of Jigsaw's hand.
Jigsaw then shot up, landing an uppercut to Black's jaw before taking out a gun and shooting him point-blank in the chest, Castle's Aura already starting to spark. When Jigsaw ran out of bullets, he threw the empty gun at Castle, only for Castle to catch it. He then grabbed Jigsaw by his collar and pounded the gun onto his face so violently that the gun shattered, Jigsaw's Aura not yet close to shattering, unlike Castle's.
Still, Castle slammed Jigsaw onto the ground before proceeding to viciously punch him in the face, Jigsaw's Aura now sparking.
Fisk was watching the entire scene before gesturing, a servant walking up to him. "Assist him."
"Yes, sir."
Just as Black was about to land another punch, he was shot in the back with a Lightning Dust bullet that violently electrocuted him.
As he was being shocked, a hammer appeared next to Jigsaw's open hand, the killer happily grabbed the weapon before slamming it into Black's face, getting the vigilante off of him, while unintentionally shattering the Lightning Dust bullet. Still, the killer chuckled sadistically when he saw Black's Aura shatter.
"You know, Castle, I heard that this entire thing was made to get some of the best fighters the underground had to offer to kill one guy. The Vale Knight. Though, guess we call him the Grimm King these days." As soon as Black tried to push himself back up, Jigsaw slammed the hammer onto his back, making him fall back down.
"Honestly, I don't get what makes him so damn special. I never met the fucker. I hear he's taken down a lot of big names. Hell, nearly every LOWLIFE IN THIS WHOLE DAMN PLACE WANTS TO SEE JAUNE ARC DEAD! OR AM I WRONG, FUCKERS?!"
"NO," many spectators went, many more cheering, and even some of the inmates agreed.
"But like I said, I don't know Arc. But I do know YOU CASTLE," he went as he kicked Castle in the stomach as he tried to get back up. "You killed a lot of guys like me. Killed a lot of my friends. Killed a lot of my boss's best human shields," he said as he pointed at Fisk, the gang lord smirking. "So, a lot of us want to see you dead. But I say we PUNISH THE PUNISHER! WHAT SAY YOU, FUCKERS?!"
"PUNISH HIM! PUNISH HIM! PUNISH HIM!"
"You heard the people, Castle." Jigsaw then lifted Castle before slamming the hammer onto his face. He struck him so violently that the hammer actually snapped off, flying out of the ring, making many of the spectators laugh.
"Well, shit. That hammer was alright." He tossed what was left of it away. He then saw the buzzsaw from before and picked it up, revving it back to life. "Whatever. This will be more satisfying. Pay you back for my face. Carve off your face, slice off your hands, and slit your throat. After you're dead, Arc's next," Jigsaw explained as he lifted Black by his hair.
Black's eye then shot open. He then spat his own blood into Jigsaw's eye. It had the desired effect, Jigsaw releasing Black out of pure surprise.
Castle then grabbed Jigsaw's arm and had him jam the buzzsaw up his own chin. Jigsaw screamed in agony for a while before his Aura finally shattered, the saw slicing Jigsaw's face clean off his head.
"FATALITY! WINNER: BLACK CASTLE!"
Cheers and boos roared, the boos louder than the cheers.
"Arc is an idiot," Black began. "He tends to put most of you fucks in a cell. I put you in the ground," Castle said before turning to leave the ring.
However, before getting out, he stopped to look up at the VIP area. "I'M COMIN' AFTER ALL OF YOU! ESPECIALLY YOU, FISK!"
Kingpin just hmphed.
"BUT YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S NEXT, DEATHSTRIKE!"
"Oh? He wants to kill me before you, Kingpin?"
"Interesting. What did you do to make him hate you? I was the one who ordered the death of his family, after all."
"I honestly don't know."
"I KNOW ABOUT YOUR PAST WITH ARC!"
Deathstrike's eyes narrowed in interest. "Ho?"
"Hope the hero doesn't mind that I killed his ex," he said quietly for no one else to hear.
However, Deathstrike had keen eyesight and was well-versed in lip reading. She knew exactly what he said. She smiled. "How interesting," she said as she watched the vigilante leave the arena.
Yang stared at the entire thing in awe. "You want us... to work with THAT?"
"Trust me, Huntress, once Castle gets pissed, he can take on an army. You wanna take down Fisk, you're gonna want Castle on your side."
Yang sighed, knowing Nat was right, but not much liking the fact. "This mission just got a hell of a lot harder."
A/N: And that's the end of that. Question: what other Marvel Heroes should help Yang take down Fisk? Remember, most of the X-Men are on Menagerie... or dead.