Subject: [FFML] [impro] mtcff ULTRA #33 : Fine, Sweet and Tasty
From: twoflowr@maison-otaku.net (Twoflower)
Date: 1/16/2000, 1:47 PM
To: ffml@ffml.fanfic.com

      It was several days before the next scheduled television broadcast, so 
the Ultradome was fairly quiet.  But that didn't mean there were no loud 
activities.

      For example, there were rather interesting noises coming from behind 
the door Jack Lysias was approaching.  A less controversial man than Jack 
might have hesitated before entering, or even knocked.  Mr. Lysias barely 
remembered to open the door first.  (Even with only fifteen percent of the 
godhead, Jack had gotten into the habit of ignoring inconvenient physical 
barriers.)

      As he looked over the scene inside; the half-naked Team Rocket, the 
whipped cream, bungee cords, feathers and extremely ruffled-looking Meowth, 
only one response came to Jack's mind.

      "Get a room, you two!"

      James looked puzzled.  "But we're in a room."

      Jesse scowled at her partner.  "You moron!  That's what people say to 
couples who--couples who..."  She blushed furiously.  "This isn't what it 
looks like, Boss!"

     "You mean he thought--Hahaha!  As if we'd ever...Everyone knows I like 
sweet and innocent girls, nothing like Jesse!"

      Jesse casually gut-punched James.  "If you weren't a complete sexual 
turnoff, I'd be insulted."  She turned her best phony smile on Jack.  
"There's a perfectly logical explanation for all of this."

      "Riight," he said with a genuine grin.

      *SQUEAK,* echoed Mr. Duck from its position on Jack's shoulder.

      "No, really," insisted Meowth.  "They were just woiking out a new 
entrance with the bungee cords when they messed up and got their shirts 
ripped off, and crashed into Jesse's whipped cream stash (she eats it right 
out of the tub, you know) and the feathers James wuz saving up for a giant 
chicken costume, then the cords snapped 'em back together, and that's where 
you came in."

      James glared at Meowth.  "That's a lie!  It's going to be a dove 
costume."

      Jack rolled his eyes.  "And I suppose you're going to claim that the 
last time I caught you--"

      "That squirrel had gotten into my blouse, and James was helping me 
remove it."

      "Look, I don't care if you people are sexual deviants, actually I like 
the idea, but you shouldn't lie about it."  A squeak from Mr. Duck reminded 
Jack why he'd come in in the first place.  "By the way, your next fight is 
set."

      Jesse had finally extricated herself from the bindings and reached for 
her jacket.  "Yes, Jack!  We won't disappoint you!"

      "Who are we up against, Boss?" asked James, remembering Jack's
fondness for mismatches.

      "You've been specially requested as sacrif--*ahem* opponents for the 
Jyuusenkyo Survivors.  And seeing you two playing has just given me an idea 
how I can actually make the fight watchable!"

      "Looks like Team Rocket's doomed again," sighed Meowth.

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                 Episode 33:  Fine, Sweet and Tasty
                 Episode written by Scott K. Jamison
                  MTCFF Ultra concept by Twoflower

                      =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

      Outside the Ultradome, Tokyo was experiencing an early January cold 
snap.  Inside, the crowd was able to produce enough heat by sound waves 
alone to make the entire building toasty warm.

      At the concession stand just outside the main hall, a particularly 
bishounen popcorn vendor was serving the customers in his own inimitable 
style.

      "You want butter on that, femboy?"

      [He knows!] thought Futaba Shimeru, his heart beginning to pound.  [He 
knows, and he's going to expose me right here, in front of everyone, and 
Ohmigod I'm ch--]

      His panic attack was cut off by a hand on his shoulder.  "Hey,
Futaba-kun, are you done yet?  I've got my stuff and they're starting in a 
couple of minutes."

      "Hoo!  Yeah, Misaki, right with you.  Umm, no butter."  Having
obtained his snack, the young gender-shifter turned to see what his 
girlfriend had bought.  "Honey-Koted Sugar Kubes (tm)?!"

      "It's endorsed by Hiroshi!"

                         =-=-=-=-=

      The sugar fiend himself and his constant companion Daisuke appeared at 
the top of the entrance ramp and made their way to the announcer's table.  
As the theme music faded, Hiroshi grabbed a microphone and yelled, "Are you 
ready for a little...Ultraviolence?"

      The crowd was, indeed, ready, as evidenced by an increased decibel 
count.

      "Live from the Ultradome, Controversial Jack presents the one, the 
only, accept no pale imitations, ULTRA!!!  I'm Hiroshi and he's Daisuke, and 
tonight's show is `Fine, Sweet and Tasty'!"

      "I suppose it would be too much to ask for tasteful instead."

      "WORK WITH HIM, DAISUKE!" came the totally expected crowd response.

      Daisuke didn't even blink.  "I suppose we should be grateful someone 
gave Jack a Nat King Cole album that didn't include the Chestnut Song."

      "We sure should!  Lina alone knows what horrible thing he would have 
done with that!"  Hiroshi stood.  "Speaking of which, the God herself is 
about to appear for her opening remarks.  So let's have a warm welcome for 
the Slayer Supreme, Lina Inverse!"

      The red-headed deity appeared near the ceiling of the Ultradome,
floating gently into the center ring, with a triple somersault just before 
landing.  The crowd went from wild to positively rabid.

      "Thanks, everyone!  I understand I'll be getting a challenge in just a 
moment; but first I have a quick announcement.  I've never understood this 
Millennium thing--"

      Most of the crowd cheered, including a brave lad in seat #6363 who was 
holding up a sign that read "A Mouthful is Enough!"

      "--Because where I'm from, we still go by `the fourth year of the 
reign of King Wossname!'  But since all of you seem to care about it, and 
there's a little confusion, and I never did care for that academic jazz, I 
hereby declare this the first year of the new Millennium!"

      The cheers nearly drowned out the groans from the smarty-pants people 
who'd been technically correct all along.  In the backstage area, Marlo 
pumped his arm and said, "Yes!  They can't take it away from me!"

      "And now that challenge.  Take it away, mystery guest!"

      The screens of the ControversialTron flickered to life with the
ShadowNERV logo.  Although Gendou Ikari's face did not appear, everyone 
recognized his voice.

      "The next stage of human evolution will not be denied.  My chosen 
warrior will battle you today.  All will go according to plan."

      "Fine!  See you (or maybe not) later!"  With this, Lina disappeared.

      "What evil plan could ShadowNERV possibly have up its sleeve,
challenging God herself?!  What?" asked Hiroshi, visibly worried.

      "We'll find out at the match later tonight," assured Daisuke.  "Why 
don't you tell the audience what else is on the schedule?"

      "Right you are, Daisuke!  Also tonight, we have Morrigan's debut fight 
in Gamma, the sinister succubus versus Ultra's own wild man, Wolverine!"

      "Apparently she hasn't forgotten the X-Man's part in bringing her 
sister Lilith over to the Lighter Side.  Something, I recall, you also had a 
hand in, Hiroshi."

      The curly-haired announcer gulped.  "Nevertheless, it should be a 
great fight!  Also, we'll have a Matrimonial Match between the Jyuusenkyo 
Survivors and Team Rocket!"

      The crowd "oohed", followed by calls of "What's a Matrimonial Match?"

      "I have no idea!" shouted Hiroshi.  "But if it's on Ultra, you know 
it's got to be exciting!"

      "OH, THAT'S ALL RIGHT THEN!" shouted the audience.

      "And perhaps a surprise or two.  But first--"

      "But first, we have something really pulse-pounding!" interrupted 
Hiroshi.  "Former Gamma Champion, Ranma Saotome, faces another challenger on 
his way back to the top!"

      "You mean a speed bump.  It is, after all, only Sofia."

      "Well, sure, Daisuke, it might not *seem* like a fair match, but the 
whip-wielding woman hasn't been in the thick of combat for a while, so she 
might well have a new trick or two for us!"

                       =-=-=-=-=-=

      Over behind the ControversialTron, Ranma had mostly tuned out the 
events so far.  After all, other people's matches weren't relevant to him, 
and he didn't much care what Lina said.  Actually, he was kind of soured on 
this whole "God" concept.

      First, Kasumi had refused to cure Ranma's curse, for oh-so-important 
but never revealed reasons, then sweet-talked him into joining this 
ridiculous "fighting federation."  Pretty much immediately thereafter, she'd 
started being "too busy" to talk to him, especially after he'd lost the 
belt.

      Jack, of course, had been out to get Ranma from Day One.  Still was, 
which was why the boy was facing Sofia instead of a real opponent.

     And now "God" was a flat-chested little girl with an awful temper who 
reminded him way too much of--Ranma reminded himself not to go there.

     "Nahh, I'm on my own here.  Can't rely on anyone but me."  He smiled 
just a little, and it looked like his face would crack.  "Hope those bozoes 
in the audience enjoy my little surprise."

               =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

      The ControversialTron started showing a grainy, slightly shaky picture 
that looked like a home video.

      "Hey, I think I recognize that backyard," Hiroshi said.

      "You should.  It's the Tendou Dojo, Ranma's old stomping grounds."

      Daisuke was proved correct, as Ranma jumped into the picture, then 
began battling--himself?!

      "Great Googly Moogly!  Ranma has an evil twin?"

      This seemed less likely in the next instant, as the double
back-flipped, and turned into--

      "Mousse?  No, Ryouga, wait, now it's Akane!"

      The on-screen Ranma seemed to hesitate before attacking the Akane 
double, but quickly triumphed when it turned back into Ranma.

      The screens went blank, and the real Ranma began striding down the 
entrance ramp.  Unlike the Ranma on the tape, he wasn't smiling.  He was, 
however, carrying a covered bucket.  This triggered a few cheers among the 
boos from those who remembered what happened when water was mixed with the 
martial artist.

      "Could we be lucky enough to see Ranma's female form tonight?!  It's 
been ages!"

      "It is true that Ranma's shown a tendency to take that step when
fighting female opponents.  Ah, he's reached the ring."

      The pigtailed boy leaped into the ring, careful to keep the bucket 
upright.  He grabbed a microphone and yelled, "SHUT UP!"

      The audience noise level dropped by half.

      "It took me a while to remember Copycat Ken, after all, he was just 
another challenger in a long line.  Had me going for a while with that 
gimmick though.

      "Now, Shingo, you may have improved on that trick, but it's still just 
a gimmick.  It ain't real martial arts!  And I'm gonna show you that when I 
stuff that stupid costume of yours up your ass!"

      Few people remembered that Sofia had been a feared KGB agent and a 
private eye before entering the Toshinden circuit and subsequently Ultra.

      Okay, she'd sucked as a detective, and the main reason Sofia had been 
feared as an agent was her whip fetish.  But she had learned how to sneak up 
on people pretty well.  And that's what she was attempting to do now.

      If attacking Johnny during his rant worked for Ranma, Sofia reasoned 
attacking during Ranma's rant would work for her.  So she was approaching 
down a side aisle behind Ranma, finger to her lips in a shushing gesture.

      "As for the loser I'm supposta be fighting tonight," continued Ranma, 
"the only way she could win a fight is if she was facing Johnny Cage.  I 
mean, sure I'm only here to win, but against real opponents, please!"

      Sofia gritted her teeth.  Just a few more yards...

      "So I decided I'd spice this so-called fight up a little," said Ranma, 
taking the cover off the bucket and earning a genuine cheer.  Sofia crawled 
through the ropes, readying her whip--

      And Ranma spun, dousing her with the contents of the bucket.
"Surprise!"

      There was near silence in the Ultradome for a second, broken by a 
heartfelt "Ouch!" from Sofia.

      One of the disadvantages of wearing tight leather clothing is that if 
you suddenly gain three inches of height, twenty pounds of weight, and 
generally have your body shape change from female to male, it pinches.  It 
pinches real good.

      "Ow, dammit!  What *was* that stuff?" Sofia asked in a pained bass 
voice.

      The corner of Ranma's mouth tipped up a little bit.  "Spring of
Drowned Man.  Welcome to my world."

      "I see it, but I don't believe it!" cried Hiroshi.  "Ranma has doused 
Sofia with water from the legendary Nanniichuan, which turns anyone touched 
by it into a man!"

      Sofia was patting herself (okay, himself, technically) down, and
getting more worried looking.  [I'm a *man*?!  With all the funny plumbing 
and everything?  I'll never be able to fit into a nice dress again!]

      "You turn me back right this instant!" she screamed.

      "Gotta earn it," was Ranma's reply.  "C'mon, you can fight, after all, 
a quick sex change has never been considered a handicap for me, right?"

       "AARRGH!"  Sofia picked up her whip again.

                 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

][ GAMMA MATCH - RANMA SAOTOME vs. SOFIA
][ FIGHT!

      Despite Ranma's claims, her ill-fitting clothing did disadvantage 
Sofia, and before she could bring her whip to bear, the pigtailed martial 
artist was already inside her reach.  He pinned her arms, and drove his knee 
repeatedly between her legs.

      "And Ranma takes an early lead in the fight!  Look at him go!"

      "The only thing Sofia has to be thankful for right now is Lina's
little gift to the federation last week," reminded Daisuke.

      "What--oh right, that!  Still, I wouldn't want to be in Sofia's shoes 
right now!"

      "Neither does Sofia, judging by the expression on her face."

      The transformed fighter knew she had to get a little room between her 
and her opponent to use her whip techniques.  Finally, she resorted to a 
partial backflip, enduring the twisting of her arms so that she could 
perform a head butt.

       "An amazing move by Sofia, although it'd look a lot more graceful if 
she were still a woman!"

      Ranma loosened his grip enough for Sofia to complete her backflip and 
kick him off.  She stumbled towards the ropes.

      Ranma followed, only to suddenly slide past Sofia and nearly over the 
ropes.

      "Looks like someone tossed a banana peel into the ring," observed 
Daisuke.  Johnny Cage, who had finally overcome his astonishment at his 
partner's transformation, whistled nonchalantly.

      Sofia took advantage of the space to kick off her boots, which were 
pretty much ruined anyways.  "My turn, little boy!"  She cracked her whip, 
leaving little sparkles in the air.

      Ranma favored her with a glare.

      "Aurora Revolution!"  Things being what they were, Sofia went straight 
to her ultimate technique.  For all the good it did her.

      Ranma leaped completely over the deadly area the whip occupied, and 
landed on Sofia's head.  "I win."

      "You have not!  I--"

      He leaped up an inch, then came down, his feet flashing first out, 
then in, catching her skull between them.  Ranma flipped off, and Sofia 
slumped to the floor for a ten-count.

      "That had to hurt, but not for long!" declared Hiroshi.

      Johnny was in the ring, but Ranma was long gone.

      "It looks like Ranma's going to win that belt back, if he has to
demolish every other fighter in Gamma!"

      "And given the circumstances, he may well have to.  I see it's time 
for a commercial."

                  =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     Lina's office was considerably neater than her bedroom.  For one thing, 
she spent a lot less time in there.  But paperwork had been piling up, and 
she had decided to catch up on a bit of it before her match.

     This pile was mostly intervention requests from worshippers, or people 
who thought they might get lucky.  Most of this sort of thing was handled by 
the celestial bureaucracy, or by automated routines within the Yggdrasil 
system.  But these were the exceptions.

     Requests from otherwise deserving people that contravened standing 
procedures, mutually contradictory requests (mostly from sports teams) and 
requests that would require suspending (or even changing) the laws of nature 
were typical of this pile.

     Lina looked up from one from a Nanami Jinnai asking that her brother be 
struck by lightning when she heard a knock at the door.  "Come in!  Oh, hi, 
Skuld."

     The young goddess had a slight frown on her face.  "There's a visitor 
for you."

     "Let 'em in--but first, how do I deal with all of these?  For a lot of 
them, there doesn't seem to be any right answer."

     Skuld shrugged.  "It's your decision.  I can find the dartboard Jack 
used, if you want to try that method."  Her voice dripped with disdain for 
that methodology.

     "Nah, I can do better than that.  Send in the visitor."

     The being that entered had the shape of a man, a not unhandsome man at 
that, with perfect blonde-grey hair and a winning smile.  It was wearing a 
grey suit with a tie so dark red as to be almost black.

     "Good evening, Lina Inverse.  I am Hiram Feez, of Feez, Prises and 
Kost.  I'm an attorney."  It had an oily, sibilant voice.

     "You're a Mazoku!" Lina replied.

     "Semantics," assured the netherworld being.  "I know you're a busy God, 
so I'll get right down to business.  Do the words `I pledge myself to 
Darkness' ring a bell?"

     With her new eidetic memory, Lina could easily place it.  "That's part 
of the Dragon Slave spell.  Why do you ask?"

     Hi pulled a sheaf of papers from a briefcase, which he'd pulled out of 
nowhere.  "According to our records, Ms. Inverse, you've used the Dragon 
Slave no less than eighty times during the last five years.  Do you dispute 
this?"

     "Umm, no."  Lina was beginning to get an inkling of where this was 
headed, and she didn't like it one little bit.

     "And each of those times, you pledged yourself to `Darkness', which in 
the context of the spell is clearly understood as the Mazoku Shaburanigdo.  
A verbal contract, Ms. Inverse, witnessed by many people.  And Shaburanigdo 
lived up to its end of the bargain, didn't it?"

     "Well, yeah...the spell blew things up real good, most of the time."

     "You didn't think that when we Mazoku power black magic spells, we 
expect something in return?"

     "I thought you just kind of got your jollies from seeing things blow up 
and burn and such.  I certainly never meant--"

     The Mazoku raised a hand.  "Whether you were bargaining in bad faith or 
not, we intend to hold you to the contract.  Random destruction is 
pleasurable, yes, but now that you are in a position to do some real damage, 
we intend to see it done.  From now on, you will use your godhead as 
directed by the representative of Shaburanigdo on Earth, Xelloss."

     "I should have known he was behind this!  It's just like him, using a 
lawyer to twist words against me!  Here's my answer, Feez, go to Hell!"

     "Shall I inform Mr. Xelloss that you'll think about it?"

     "No, I mean GO TO HELL!"  Lina waved a hand, and the Mazoku vanished in 
a puff of ill-smelling smoke.

     Lina summoned a breeze to remove the stench, then thought for a while.  
Sure, she was in charge now, she didn't have to let any rules apply to her 
she didn't want to.  But like most lawyers, Feez had had just enough truth 
in his words to sting.  She *had* pledged herself to darkness, drawn upon 
the power of beings she *knew* were inimical to human life.

     If she'd ever thought about the consequences, Lina had put them off 
until they actually showed up.  When your life was in danger every day, the 
long term didn't seem to apply.  But now...now was different.  What she did 
mattered not just to her, but to billions of sentient beings.  If her past 
mistakes came home to roost...

     Lina shuddered.  "Maybe I should ask Zelgadis for some advice.  He's 
usually pretty much on the ball."  She reached for the intercom.  "No, wait, 
he's visiting Amelia in Sailune.  And it's hard enough for old Stone-face to 
get romantic, without me bugging him.  It can wait until he gets back.  
Hmm...wonder if I should cure his skin condition.  No, he'd hate it if it 
was that easy.  I know, I'll send him on a quest to get a cure!"

     Feeling a little better, Lina pushed the call button on the intercom.  
"Send in some ice cream.  Oh, and you can join me, Skuld."

                  =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     "And we're back for more exciting Ultra action!"

     "But first, a little more talk, as we join Mr. Yotsuya for an interview 
with Morrigan."

     Hiroshi looked stunned, something he did quite well.  "Yotsuya?  He 
still works here?"

     "It took him a while to recover from the beating he took from his last 
interviewee, and his other job interfered for a while, but Mr. Yotsuya is 
definitely back."  Daisuke pointed to a monitor.

     "Then take it away, Y!"

                    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     The international man of mystery (because no one in any country seemed 
to know exactly what he did for a living) nodded.  He was leaning on what 
appeared to be a cane, and held out a microphone to Morrigan.

     She drew herself up, and spread her wings, touching the walls of the 
corridor.

     "Well, Morrigan, any words for the viewers at home?"

     "First, I'd just like to say that monogamy is horribly overrated, and 
celibacy is just plain disgusting.  So you should all have sex with as many 
different partners as you can, as often as you can!"  The demoness Gainaxed 
her cleavage to emphasize the point.

     "Still sucking up to Jack, I see.  Looking forward to the fight?"

     "Oh, yes!  That horrible Wolverine will pay for luring my little sister 
into a lifestyle of goody-two-shoeness!  And everyone else who contributed 
will get theirs too!"

     ("Told you so," pointed out Daisuke.

     Hiroshi loosened his collar.)

     "Just one last thing, Morrigan.  Am I correct in understanding that you 
claim to be a succubus?"  Yotsuya had produced what looked like a small 
dictionary.

     "Not `claim', *am* a succubus.  I'm a bit pressed for time, but I could 
give you a quickie to prove it..."  Morrigan leaned closer to the 
interviewer.

     He showed admirable restraint.  "Once more, you are a succubus?"

     "Yes!  Your point?"

     "I've been doing a little reading, and have discovered that `-us' is a 
male ending in Latinate languages.  Normally one would expect a female demon 
to be called, for example, a `succuba'."

     A vein was dangerously close to throbbing on Morrigan's forehead.  
"So?"

     "Therefore, I put it to you that you are in fact a *male* demon who 
crossdresses in female form!"  Before Morrigan could process the accusation, 
Yotsuya shifted the "cane", which turned out to be a lever that dropped him 
through a concealed trapdoor.

     "OOH!  I am going to give him such a spanking!"  Morrigan stalked 
off-camera.

                    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     "Yotsuya's still got it," admitted Hiroshi.

     "I wonder if that would apply to Lilith too?" asked Daisuke, deadpan.

     "Shut your mouth!  But now it's time for the match--"

     "Actually, before that starts, it's still old home week here at Ultra, 
as we welcome back another person who's been gone a while."

     "Who?"  Hiroshi didn't have long to wait, as the theme to "Zanjiro's 
Child's Toy" began playing.  "Oh dear Lina, it's Sana!"

     The excessively perky bobbysoxer came through the entrance to the ramp, 
in a costume that was a bit peculiar even for her.  It consisted of a huge 
yellow ball, from which her neck, forearms and lower legs protruded.  There 
was a horizontal wedge-shaped indentation in front, painted black.

     "Hihi everybody!  Sana-chan's back!"  The child star waved to her many 
fans, ignoring a few retching sounds from those who found "Child's Toy" just 
a little too cutesy to prevent nausea.

     Sana got about halfway down the ramp before the inevitable happened.  
She tripped over her own feet.  Unable to catch herself before falling, she 
landed on the costume, which rolled.  "WheEeEeE!"  It rebounded off one 
side, and bounced onto the announcers' table.

     "That was fun!  Let's do it again!"

     Hiroshi opened the fingers he'd had over his eyes.

     "You're all right?"

     "Of course I am, Hiroshi!  If being hit by a truck couldn't slow me 
down, a little bouncing sure won't!  I've got persimmons!"

     "Huh?"

      A little bat-like creature fluttered by.  "She means `persistence.'"

     Daisuke helped Sana back to her feet.  "And what brings you here today, 
Sana-chan?"

     "The chance to see a little Ultraviolence up close!  Well, that and the 
fact that I'm plugging my new movie."  She indicated her costume.

     "It looks kind of familiar, but I'm having trouble placing it," 
admitted Hiroshi.

     "I've always wanted to be in a live-action adaptation of a video game, 
and now I am!  Pac-Man the Movie, coming this spring to a theater near you!" 
  She raised a finger in the air dramatically.

     "So, you're playing...Ms. Pac-Man?" asked Daisuke, straining to 
remember the classic game.

     "No no, that's a much older lady, Yasmin Bleep, or something like that. 
  I play Pac-Man's spunky little sister who's kidnapped by the Ghost King, 
so he has to save her!  Ooh, and even better, I'm not only in the movie, but 
I get to sing the rap over the closing credits!  Wanna hear it?"

     "Do we have a choice?" asked Hiroshi, but she'd already whipped out her 
instrument.

                       =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     "You want butter on that, femboy?"

     Shun started.  Normally, the fact that he looked effeminate wasn't a 
problem for him.  The ability to pass, after all, was his family's bread and 
butter.  But every so often he'd run into jerks like this.

     Considering the other boy's appearance, Shun could easily make a crack 
back, but he decided against it.  After all, this was Ultra, and for all he 
knew, even the popcorn vendors could breathe flame.  And if he got toasted, 
he'd never get back with the Greenwood crew's snacks.

     "Three with, three without, and one with the low-fat topping."  Next 
time, the sempais could get their own food.

                      =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     "--YEAHH!!" screamed Sana as the closing chords of the song strained to 
be heard over the fireworks display.

     "Umm, very impressive, Sana-chan."

     "Thanks, Daisuke!  I wrote it myself!"

     "All right then, if there are no further preliminaries..."  Hiroshi 
looked around, but no one was interrupting.  "Presenting, in the red corner, 
the Canadian mutant with a past so convoluted even Chris Claremont doesn't 
understand it anymore, Wolverine!"

     Wolverine trotted down the aisle, leaped up and did a mid-air tuck and 
roll to arrive in the ring.  There was a moderate amount of cheering; Wolvie 
wasn't the most photogenic fighter in Ultra, but he did have die-hard fans.

     The strains of Voltaire's "When You're Evil" oozed from the speakers as 
his challenger flew in from the shadows.

     "And in the blue corner, in her Gamma division debut, the Mistress of 
the Dark--"

     "As if we didn't already have enough legal problems," interjected 
Daisuke.

     "--The voluptuous vixen of venomous villainy, Morrigan!!"

     The cheering was slightly less than the succubus had hoped for; 
apparently some of the audience were still mulling over Mr. Yotsuya's 
surprise.

     She manifested a mike.  "Why, thank you for that lovely introduction, 
Hiroshi.  But I'm still going to get you.  And your little dog, too.  
Hahahah!  And just so everyone knows, I'm 100% woman!"

     Wolverine spat out his cigar and assumed a ready stance.

     "Since this isn't a Hardcore match, Wolverine's claws have been 
`capped' with a clear plastic cover."  Daisuke nodded, and the bell rang.

                    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

][ GAMMA MATCH:  MORRIGAN AENSLAND vs. WOLVERINE
][ FIGHT!

     Morrigan fluttered into the air.  "You can't touch this, little man."

     "Why would I want to, bub?" asked Wolverine, sounding genuinely 
surprised.

     "I am not a `bub'!  I am a succubus of the Clan Aensland, with power 
over any man!"  Morrigan shot a bolt of mystic energy at Wolverine, who 
tumbled out of the way.

     "Couldn't prove it by me, fella."

     "And Wolverine seems to be taking a taunt approach to this fight!" 
Hiroshi enthused.

     "Not that he has much choice," pointed out Daisuke.  "Even as good a 
jumper as he is, Morrigan's too high for him to reach."

     Morrigan attempted a strafing approach with her blasts, but the 
battle-canny Canadian was one step ahead each time.

     "How dare you mock me!  I am desire incarnate!  The very essence of 
female beauty!"

     "Actually, bub, you keep snarling like that, and you'll be uglier'n 
me."  Wolverine grinned as he bounced off the ropes.

     "Fine then!  I will destroy you with my most primal power!"  Morrigan 
swooped down to face her opponent, her breasts on a level with his face.  
"Nothing male can resist this!"  She ripped open her shirt.

     This, of course, was the opening Wolverine had been waiting for.  He 
rammed his claws into her belly, causing the succubus to fold over in pain 
(but not fatal pain.)  Then he demonstrated the advantages of an adamantium 
skull by butting Morrigan in the nose.

     "Yay!  Violence!" cheered Sana, who'd been a bit bored with the ranged 
fighting.

     "You liddle--"  Morrigan swept Wolverine back with her wings, then 
licked her lips.  "If you wand id rough, all you had do do was ask!"

     She clawed at Wolverine with her own fingernails, which had not been 
dulled, and stripes of blood appeared on his left arm.

     "Morrigan's back in the fight, and not afraid to do a little digging!"  
Hiroshi  flinched a little bit as he said this, thinking of what she might 
have in mind for him.

     Daisuke remained the calm one.  "We shouldn't forget, however, that 
Wolverine's mutant healing factor allows him to take a lot of damage."

     Indeed, the cuts were already healing, and Wolverine delivered several 
painful punches to Morrigan's torso.

     "Looks like I'm going do have do ged all the way down, you hairy 
beasd!"  Morrigan began to shimmy out of her leggings, and the temperature 
of the male part of the audience (and a couple of females) rose 
considerably.

     "I don't think you should be seeing this," said Hiroshi, putting his 
hands over Sana's eyes.

     "No fair!  After all, she's got the same parts I do, right?"

     Neither announcer knew how to answer that one.

     Fortunately for them, Wolverine chose this moment to turn his back on 
Morrigan, drop to his hands, and perform a mule kick that sent her into the 
turnbuckle, and out like a light.

     "The referee's doing the ten-count, and where's Wolverine going!"

     "I think he said something about a cold shower," answered Daisuke.

                         =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     "And that wraps up another exciting match at tonight's Ultra!  
Wolverine in a stunning win!"

     This Old Dojo workers had draped a tarp over Morrigan as they repaired 
minor (by Ultra standards) damage to the ring.

     "And an even more stunning show of self-control.  Any last words before 
we go to commercial, Sana?"

     "Yes!"  Sana turned to Hiroshi.  "You should apologize to Rei for 
two-timing her!  That way she won't have to hang out with that icky 
poop-head Marlo any more!"

     "Er, thanks for that advice...when we come back, Lina's first challenge 
since she became God, against--just who is she fighting anyway?"

     "We will doubtless find out when the audience does, Hiroshi."

                    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     Asuka had a knot in the pit of her stomach that wouldn't go away.  And 
she had a pretty good idea why. Her job was getting to her.

     Back when she'd first joined NERV, it was to protect humanity from the 
Angels, and to prove she was the best at whatever she chose to do.  And, 
despite a few glitches here and there, that was what she had done.

     But then the Angel attacks stopped.  Now she was supposed to fight 
opponents in some sort of television show for the amusement of the masses.  
Okay, Asuka could deal with that.  Well, except for losing most of the time. 
  Things had just continued to get worse.

     Shinji turned into an asshole, and just when he seemed to be over it, 
switched sides.  Now he was a warrior for Heaven, effectively an Angel 
himself.

     And in a bid for funding, Commander Ikari had "gotten in bed" with the 
notorious crimelord M. Bison.  The new ShadowNERV logo was ugly, but not as 
ugly as some of the new guards.  Asuka had seen them leering at her when she 
didn't seem to be looking.  And it wasn't the leers of hentai either.  It 
was hungry leers.

     Asuka had managed to get by on anger for a while, anger at the Angels, 
at her mother, at Shinji....

     But she was beginning to run out of anger, and it felt sometimes like 
the only thing underneath it was fear.  It felt like she was on the wrong 
side in this war, but she couldn't abandon her duty.  No matter what.

     "C'mon, Major Katsuragi, time for the meeting," Asuka growled as she 
pulled the older woman along.

     "Already?  Sheesh, where dosh the time go?  Hey, where'sh Shinji?"  
Misato had started drinking even more heavily since the departure of her 
house guest.

     "Shinji's in Heaven, remember?"

     "Oh yeah, he'sh in a happier place.  Better place than thish one."  
Misato waved her free arm around.  "We're all doomed, you know."

     Asuka rolled her eyes.  "Not now!  Oh, here we are."

     She pushed open the door to Commander Ikari's office with her foot, 
manhandled the major inside, and leaned her against a wall.  Misato sagged 
slightly, but didn't fall over.

     That done, Asuka could take stock of her surroundings.  Gendou sat 
behind his desk, one arm still in a sling from Sephiroth's attack.  
Fuuyutsuki stood behind him and a few steps to the right.  Ritsuko was over 
to the left, checking items off on a clipboard.

     The speaker phone was on, and Asuka could hear the unmistakable voice 
of Bison.

     "--Almost finished.  All that remains is some training for the partners 
in teamwork.  And you?"

     "The next part of the plan is already underway."  Gendou pushed up his 
glasses with his good hand.  "The schedule will be kept."

     "Farewell then."  The speaker clicked off.

     "And amazingly," Gendou continued, "still easier to work with than 
SEELE."

     "So what's this meeting about?" asked Asuka, putting on her best 
"impatient face."

     "You will take the EVA-02 Unit and engage Lina Inverse in combat."  
Gendou turned as if that concluded the matter.

     "Me?  Of course I can do it, but I thought you wanted your doll to--"

     Gendou spun back, but his voice was still level.  "Ayanami is 
replaceable.  *You* are expendable."

     Dr. Akagi said, in was probably meant to be a soothing tone, "I'm sure 
you'll do your best out there, Asuka.  But I do have a request.  Make it as 
bloody as possible.  The more gore, the better."

     The redhead was shocked.  Ritsuko had never seemed bloodthirsty before. 
  A little callous towards human life, maybe.  but never bloodthirsty.

     "We're collecting cell samples," explained Fuuyutsuki, "and that's 
really more than you should know.

     "Commander, I really think we should have taken that Xelloss fellow up 
on his offer to battle the Voiduck."

     "We shall see.  Are you up to this, Langley?"

     "Yes, sir!" she shot back.  "Permission to leave?"

     "Granted."

     Asuka stomped out.  Great, now she was just a sample scraper!  Well, 
she'd show them!

               =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     There was someone blocking the door to Ranma's dressing room.  His eyes 
narrowed.  He was in no mood for this.  Actually, recently, he hadn't been 
in a mood for much of anything.

     "Airen."

     "Shampoo.  Outta my way."

     The Amazon shook her head.  "No.  How could Ranma *do* that to Sofia?"

     "Well, I had superior agility and fighting skill, so--"

     "Ranma knows what Shampoo mean!  He *curse* Sofia!  Shampoo no like 
her, but to take away a woman's babies..."

     Ranma gave a short bark, almost like a laugh.  "C'mon, Shampoo!  If I 
actually had the Nanniichuan, what would I do?"

     "Ranma would cure himself, of course.  Then do victory dance and gloat 
all day...was Instant Nanniichuan!"  Shampoo smacked a fist into her palm.

     "Yep.  Jyuusenkyo Products sent a sample to me as an `apology' for 
still not having the real thing in stock.  One hot shower, and Sofia'll be 
as good as new.  Not like me or you."

     "But why Ranma no tell Sofia this?"

     "Why bother?  Maybe if I make it painful enough, none of the losers 
will get in the ring with me."

     Shampoo looked sad.  "Something is wrong with Airen.  Shampoo doesn't 
know him any more."

     "Like you ever knew me.  And I ain't your husband!"

     "Shampoo serious.  She think something broken inside Ranma.  Maybe he 
should take a break for a while, go home--"

     Ranma shoved her out of the way, pushed his door open and spun back.  
"No!  Leave me alone!"

     Shampoo took a step back, her anger warring with the desire to please 
Ranma, even if he wasn't being himself.  "Okay.  Shampoo go now."

     Ranma slammed the door, and slumped against it in the dark dressing 
room.  He couldn't go home, couldn't face her--not until he was on top 
again, not until he'd proved he was the best.

                    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     "I can't believe there's no hot water!"

     A slightly damp and still male Sofia tightened a pink satin dressing 
robe around a body that was several sizes too large for it.  She spun away 
from her makeup mirror.

     "Johnny, can I use the tub at your place after the show?"

     The movie star looked up from the pile of scripts he was checking 
through.  "Oh, sure.  No prob.  No hot water in the showers again?  Man, I 
hate that."

     "If I didn't know better, I'd swear someone deliberately turns it off!"

     (Elsewhere, Jack grinned as he manipulated the valves in his office.)

     "This is awful!  I work so hard to keep my figure, and now it's all 
ruined!  And I can actually feel hair growing all over my body!  I'll look 
like Zangeif!"  Sofia spun her stool back towards the mirror, and started.

     She grabbed a small comb, and put it on her upper lip.  A long moment 
passed.  "Or maybe I look like someone else..."

     "You okay, Sofia?  You sound a little funny.  Even considering."

     Sofia put down the comb.  "Johnny, you know how I can't remember 
anything before about ten years ago?"

     "Uh-huh.  I think so.  You said something about searching for your real 
past was why you came to Ultra in the first place?"  Johnny scratched his 
head.  "Though I don't recall that you've done thing one about it since..."

     Sofia threw a lipstick at her partner.  "I think...just maybe...I 
remember what my father looked like."  She pointed to the mirror.  "Him."

               =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     Gally watched her breath curl out in frosty white clouds.  She hoped 
Mihoshi would finish her shopping soon.  The young cyborg's thoughts went 
back to how she got into this....
     "Why me?" she'd asked.
     Washuu had peered at her over a large device that was glowing at the 
seams.  "Tenchi, Ryouko and Aeka are helping MegaMan prevent Dr. Wiley from 
conquering the Frog People of Venus; Kiyone and Sasami are still in Hawaii, 
and Ifurita flew off early this morning saying something about `it may be 
time.'  And since I need to finish this new Dimensional Transporter by the 
Omega Match tonight, that leaves you to babysit Mihoshi for a few hours."
     And that was the end of the discussion.
     Not that spending time with Mihoshi was the least pleasurable thing 
Gally had ever done.  The alien police officer had a refreshingly optimistic 
view of the universe that was at least partially infective.
     And this was the first time Gally had really taken the time to walk 
around and look at Tokyo.  There certainly was a lot to see!
     However, she'd drawn the line at going into the candle store with 
Mihoshi.  The stench of perfume in there was enough to make even someone 
with artificial lungs gag.
     "I found it, Gally!"  Mihoshi was coming out of the small shop with a 
gaily-decorated bag dangling from her left arm.  Actually, Mihoshi was 
pretty brightly decorated all over.  A red cap with white fur trim, long 
forest-green overcoat, pink scarf and violet slacks over shiny black boots 
made her easily the most colorful person on the street.
     "Right.  Where to now?"
     "Well, there's this nice little teashop, just two streets over, and 
they fold the napkins like swans, and they have the cutest carrot cake, I 
get hungry for carrots sometimes because Ryo-Ohki eats them all at home, 
and..."
      Gally let the babble wash over her as Mihoshi led the way.
      "--and then Ryouko turned this incredible shade of puce, and--whoops!" 
  A stray patch of ice snagged Mihoshi and sent her and the packages flying.
     With a burst of superhuman speed, Gally caught Mihoshi, set her 
upright, then collected the shopping before it could hit the ground.
     Mihoshi clapped her hands.  "Wow, Gally, you're really great!"
     Neither of them noticed a rat-faced girl in the crowd behind them 
holding a camera.

                      =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     "You want butter on that, femboy?"

     James fumed.  How dare this nobody--no, wait, this wasn't nobody, this 
was Pantyhose Tarou, who could, apparently at will, transform into a 
twenty-foot tall monster.  One that no mere Pokeball was likely to contain.

     So he decided not to antagonize the popcorn vendor.  "Yes, I'd like 
butter."

     As he waited, there was a muffled screech behind him, and James turned 
to look, but the hallway was empty.

     He turned back to see Tarou holding out the bag.  "Thank you."

     James started stuffing buttery goodness into his mouth.  The man might 
be rude, but he popped well.

     "There you are!  It's time to get ready!"  Jesse emerged from an 
alcove, smoothing her uniform.

     "Just let me finish my popcorn, okay?"

     "Now, James dahling!"  She grabbed an arm and started pulling him down 
the hall.  "We must make sure you are properly attired!"

     James had a sense of impending doom, but wasn't sure where it was 
coming from.

     Back in the alcove, a sack stirred slightly, then lay still.

                    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     "And we're back with more Ultra excitement!  Say, is it just me, or 
does it seem like those commercials take forever?"

     "It's just you, Hiroshi.  Oh, speaking of commercials, I see that Sana 
dropped her schedule."  Daisuke scanned it.  "Weren't you doing a 
`Honey-Koted Sugar Kubes (tm)' shoot on Tuesday afternoon?"

     "Yes..."

     "So's Sana-chan.  Aren't you the lucky one?"

     "Err...Yes I am, Daisuke, and do you know why?  Because it's time for 
an Omega match!  And we've just been informed that Lina's opponent will be 
Evangelion Unit-02, piloted by the Red Baroness herself, Asuka Soryuu 
Langley!"

     "Considering that Lina is God, I'd have to wonder about the sanity of 
anyone going up against her."

     "Yeah, it's crazy, but it's a good kind of crazy, the type that gets 
people up in the morning knowing they've seen Ultra!"

     Daisuke briefly wondered why he hadn't taken the headache reliever 
contract.

     The ControversialTron flashed to life again, this time showing the 
grinning face of Washuu.

     "Hi boys!  You'll be glad to hear my new Dimensional Transporter is 
good to go."

     "Thanks, Washuu-chan!"

     "This step was made necessary by Xelloss choosing to join the forces of 
the Void at Gamma," explained Daisuke.  "Though I must admit wondering how 
matches in which you, Washuu, have an interest in will be handled."

     "Call me Washuu-chan!  And I'll have something figured out by next 
week, because I *am* the greatest scientist in the universe!"  Her victory 
pose exposed something behind her that looked like an oversized PokeBall.

     Hiroshi did the obvious.  "What's that in the background?  A new 
invention?"

     "That, if you'll pardon the expression, is a secret.  But never fear, 
you'll find out soon enough!"  The picture blipped off.

     "Then it's off to the action!"

               =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     Bismoll looked like a perfectly normal planet at first glance.  A 
little on the underpopulated side, perhaps, and with considerably less 
vegetation than Earth.

     What made it unique was a substance in the soil that made it, and all 
plant and animal life on the planet, deadly poisonous to humans.  As a 
result, every native of the planet had developed the ability to chew and 
digest any form of matter, except their home planet.

     This really didn't do a lot for the tourist industry, so the 
Bismollians were all too thrilled to host an Omega fight.  Every credit 
helped....

     Asuka arrived first in her EVA unit, accompanied by music that seemed 
very familiar, but not her chosen theme.

     "What's going on, Major?  Why are they playing the `Card Captor Sakura' 
theme?"

     Misato, looking closer to sober now, peered out from the viewscreen.  
"Apparently, payola for the sound techs was one of the things NERV cut from 
its budget during the last funding crisis.  Try not to worry about it."

     "Ha!  As if mere music could affect my performance!"  Inwardly, Asuka 
vowed to give the sound techs what for.

     Her annoyance crept up a notch a moment later when Lina popped in to 
the strains of the Hallelujah Chorus.

     Lina craned her head upwards.  "Okay, now how am I going to do this?"  
Sure, with nigh-omnipotence, she could just blink her opponent out of 
existence, heck she could rewrite history to make Asuka never born, but 
where was the fun in that?  Black magic was out, Lina didn't need any more 
hassles from Mazoku lawyers...ah, she had it.

     The redheaded deity snapped her fingers, and started growing.  And 
growing.  And growing, finally stopping when she was just a little shorter 
than the Evangelion.  "There!  I'm ready!"  In one of those weird tangent 
thoughts, Lina realized she finally had bigger breasts than Naga.

     "Gott im Himmel!  Can she do that?"

     "The Eva's sensors would seem to indicate so, Asuka."  Ritsuko's voice 
was calm.

     Goku flickered in.  "You know the rules.  Destruction of the world 
and/or universe is a technical foul.  That goes for you, mostly, Lina-san, 
since you're new at fighting at this level."  He raised his hand, dropped 
it, and flickered out.

               =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

][ OMEGA MATCH:  EVA UNIT 02 vs. LINA INVERSE
][ FIGHT!

     Asuka grinned.  Now that Lina was "her" size, her martial arts training 
was finally going to come in handy.  Admittedly, she wasn't nearly as 
skilled as oh, say, Akuma, but surely she could beat a sorceress.  Everyone 
knew magicians were physical lightweights.

     Lina ducked as a fierce punch came from her opponent, then had to pivot 
to the side when a kick followed up.  The landscape shook with their 
thunderous steps, cheering up those of the natives who'd bought the extra 
"Act of God" insurance on their buildings.

     "Okay, let's try this on for size," said Lina, stepping back and 
pulling her sword.  She swung, only to find it blocked by Asuka's AT field.  
Inspired, Lina added an energy shield on her left arm.

     ("Lina seems a bit tentative, testing out her new abilities!"  Hiroshi 
looked at the screen.  "I think this is the first time we've seen her rely 
on physical force here in Ultra."

     Daisuke nodded.  "Probably trying to figure out some way not to 
embarrass Asuka too badly.")

     Asuka did have the edge in hand-to-hand training, but Lina had learned 
to defend herself during those days of the month when magic wasn't an 
option.  So the slugfest quickly became a stalemate.

     "Time for me to get some altitude.  Ray Wing!" said Lina, forgetting a 
moment that she didn't have to actually use spells as such any more.

     As her opponent rose into the air, Asuka unlimbered her rifle.  "Maybe 
I should have asked for the Spear."

     Lina shot the equivalent for her size of a Mono Volt at Unit 02, which 
took it harmlessly on its AT field and returned fire.  Lina's own shield 
easily deflected the projectiles.

     Asuka was getting a bit frustrated.  Worse, her power was running low.  
"I will win!  I will!"

     Lina sprayed the area with a gout of flame, this time set hot enough to 
penetrate even through the Eva's defenses.

     "[German obscenity deleted]!  That hurt!"

     Lina flinched.  "You kiss your mother with that mouth?"

     This turned out to be a bad comment to make.  Asuka's Evangelion began 
to glow.  "You [Incredibly obscene German insult]!  Don't you talk about my 
mother!"  She leaped at Lina.  Amazingly, she caught the sorceress.

     "I didn't think the Evas could jump that high," said Misato, impressed.

     "They can't, normally," assured Ritsuko, leaning down to use a 
keyboard.

     (Hiroshi, meanwhile, was continuing to tell everyone what they could 
already see.  "And now Asuka's drawn her prog knife, and ladies and 
gentlemen, I don't believe it, she's actually cracked Lina's shield and Lina 
has taken the knife in her shoulder!!")

     "Asuka's synch rate is continuing to rise..."

     "DIEDIEDIE!" screamed the teen pilot.

     "Get OFF me!" replied Lina, energizing a fist and smashing it into the 
robot's faceplate.  Which succeeded in getting Asuka to let up a little bit, 
but also gave the sorceress pause.  For Unit 02's faceplate was smashed to 
bits, revealing the "robot"'s true face.

     "Eww..."  Lina echoed the response of millions of viewers, as the 
bio-mechanical monstrosity attempted to regain its grip.  Before she could 
think of a next step, they hit the ground, Eva first.

     "I'm going to win, if I have to swallow you whole!" screamed Asuka, 
lost in bloodlust.  Her Evangelion snarled in imitation of its pilot, ready 
to attack tooth and claw.

     Panicked, Lina grabbed a handful of dirt, and when the enemy came close 
enough, tossed it at the creature's face.

     The toxic effects of Bismollian soil immediately made themselves felt, 
and Asuka was racked by sympathetic stomach cramps.  "No...won't give 
up...must be the best..."

     Lina grew to twice her previous size, and booted the Eva into 
unconsciousness.

                    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     "Told you so," said Fuuyutsuki.
     Gendou ignored the barb.  "`What though the field be lost?  All is not 
lost--the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and 
courage never to submit or yield:  And what is else not to be overcome.  
That glory never shall his wrath or might exhort from me.'"
     "Not to take away from your Lucifer impression, Commander, but 
technically, Lina's a `her.'"
     Gendou closed his eyes and daydreamed of roasting spits.  "Perhaps we 
should set our sights a little lower next time," he conceded.

                     =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     "A stunning victory for Lina Inverse!"

     "As if it was ever in doubt..."

     "Well, it looked pretty close there for a moment," Hiroshi pointed out.

     "One more round of commercials, and then we'll be back with the final 
match of the evening."  Daisuke pushed up out of his seat.

                    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     Akuma normally had no use for libraries.  The books he usually 
consulted for new evil martial arts techniques weren't kept on the shelves 
of public libraries.  They were kept in hidden chambers surrounded by 
highly-trained guards, and usually a monster or two.

     But this was no normal library.  This was the Ultradome's video 
library, which supposedly had every scrap of film available on any fighter 
who'd ever appeared in Ultra.  There was an entire shelf, for example, 
devoted to the movies starring Johnny Cage.

     Akuma was not a big Cage fan, however, and soon lost patience trying to 
find his way around the cramped room.  He went up to the service desk.

     "May I help you?" asked the clerk, a small man somewhere in his 
thirties with male pattern baldness.

     "Not may, will.  Before we begin, I should let you know I do not kill 
those who please me.  Now, I want all the information you have on the 
abomination called `Cyber-Akuma'."  Akuma smiled, but not in a reassuring 
way.

     The clerk scurried to obey.

                        =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     "rei ayanami journal, entry eighty-nine.

     "use of marlo to induce jealousy in hiroshi not entirely effective.  
hiroshi shows increased verbal hostility toward marlo, but has not resumed 
desirable contact with me.  direct attack upon lilith necessary?

     "sana advised hiroshi to make desirable contact with me.  possible 
tool?  ally?

     "commander chose asuka over me to fight god.  believes i am not up to 
task?  i miss shinji.

     "close journal."

                    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     MewTwo had changed its headquarters to a more secret location since the 
invasion of the previous one by Dark Schneider and Naga.  No being outside 
the cloned Pokemon in its service knew where it was, so MewTwo was a little 
surprised to sense a new presence in the chamber.

     It was less surprised when the intruder floated into view and said, 
"Mew."

     MewTwo "spoke" telepathically.  "Ancestor.  Why are you here?"

     "Mew.  Mew."  The ancient Pokemon described a circle with its tail.

     "You wish me to spare the humans you currently associate with, this 
`Team Rocket'?  Why?"

     "Mew."

     "A hidden capacity for good?  Surely you do not expect me to believe 
that."

     "Mew!  Mew."

     MewTwo pondered this point.  "Very well.  There may, possibly, be a 
handful of humans who are salvageable."  It held up a three-fingered 
appendage in emphasis.  "But the vast majority of humanity is only worthy of 
destruction.  They poison the sky and sea, consume the land, and enslave 
other species as intelligent as themselves.  Indeed, they often enslave one 
another."

     "Mew."

     "Simply because many Pokemon have adopted an `Uncle Tom' philosophy 
does not make their captivity right.  How is it put?  `Live free or die!'"

     "Mew?"

     "Yes, it is ironic.  I, who am as far above the humans who created me 
as they are above single-celled creatures, am still bound by their concepts, 
forced to use their words to express myself.  I even study their literature 
in an effort to understand what I must do."  MewTwo pointed to a nearby 
table, on which was a pile of books.  The words "A New Prometheus" were 
visible on one of the covers.

     Mew turned as if to go, then turned back.  "Mew."

     "I am aware of that.  The humans have powers I have not yet mastered.  
I will learn from this `Omega Division' anything that might be used against 
me, and their weaknesses.  In the end, none will prevail before me.  Not 
even the so-called `God' of the humans.  Pokemon *will* be free."

                      =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     "How are you guys enjoying the show so far?" asked Ash.

     "Saur.  Bulbasaur."

     "Squirtle!"

     "Honestly, Ash!  You're just spoiling them!" said Misty, returning to 
her seat, arms full of snacks.

     "Hey, if they want their own seats, who am I to tell them no?  You saw 
how much happier Charizard was after I let him do that Hardcore match.  
Maybe MewTwo had a point.  If I treat my Pokemon less like my servants, and 
more like my friends, they'll be happier...and they won't leave me...like 
P-Pikachu did..."  Ash's smile had faded.

     "Pikachu's just being silly!  And why are you listening to a bully like 
that MewTwo anyway?"

     "Squir!" agreed the turtle Pokemon.

     "Priii," echoed Togepi as Misty reclaimed it from Ash's lap.

     "There's just something so familiar about it," Ash said quietly.  "like 
a lesson I was supposed to be paying attention to, but forgot."

     "Yeah, I keep getting that feeling too.  Oh, here's your popcorn.  That 
vendor is *so* rude!  You won't believe what he cal--"

     "Ba!" shushed Bulbasaur, vine to its mouth.

                      =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     The crowd yelled, waved, and brandished signs as the camera panned over 
them.  Among the signs were "Blankety-blank Blanka!", "Samurai Slodown" and 
one that read "The Revolution Will Be Televised."  The camera panned down a 
bit to reveal that this one was being held by a handsome youth with long red 
hair, wearing a white jacket that made him look like a bandleader.

     "Hey, isn't that Touga?  I thought Jack fired him!"

     "So he did, Hiroshi, but Touga's rich, he can afford a ticket.  It 
isn't as though Mr. Lysias banned him for life, like You-Know-Who."

     "You mean Volde--"

     "No, the other one."

     A light bulb went on over Hiroshi's head.  "Oh yeah, him!  And we're 
back folks, for our final match of the evening.  Here to explain exactly 
what a Matrimonial Match is, is Mr. Ultra himself, Controversial Jack!"

     There was a moment of relative silence, then Jack appeared at the top 
of the ramp, talking into a cel phone.  (It was in the shape of a "Cool 
World" cel, if you must know.)

     "Look, Prince Sapphire, I know you were the first, but another 
gender-bender on the show just isn't going to make it any more 
controversial."  There was some noise from the other end.  "And we've 
already got angels too, so no, you can't join Lambda either."  He snapped 
the phone shut, and advanced to a microphone.

     "Ladies and Gents, and Monsters of All Ages!  Jack promised you 
entertainment, and I keep my promises!  Tonight, you're going to see my 
personal kick toys, Team Rocket, in a Matrimonial Match against the 
Jyuusenkyo Survivors!"

     "WHAT'S A MATRIMONIAL MATCH?!" asked the crowd.

     Jack slapped his forehead.  "You haven't figured it out yet?  Both 
teams will be wearing wedding outfits!  First team down to underwear loses.  
Otherwise, Lambda rules, got it?"

     "OHHHH."

     "Hit it, boys!"  Jack pointed at the ring, and white flower petals 
began drifting down from the ceiling.  An organ played the Wedding March.

     Jack handed the mike back to Hiroshi.  Hiroshi started to yell into it, 
but realized it was upside-down, and had to re-orient it.

     "In the blue corner, from the mysterious and deadly Joketsuzoku village 
in China, Shampoo and Mousse, the Jyuusenkyo Survivors!"

     Despite the poor ending to her conversation with Ranma earlier, Shampoo 
was in high spirits.  Her Great-Grandmother had managed to negotiate Jack 
into two matches, a grudge match now, and a title shot when Cologne felt the 
team was ready.  Admittedly, there had been a few strings attached, but 
Amazons were trained to fight well under any circumstances.  Even wearing a 
Western-style wedding gown.

     She waved happily to the crowd, which was cheering her for once.  The 
only down side was--Mousse, of course.  He looked good in a tuxedo, Shampoo 
was willing to admit that in her own mind, if not out loud, but he was just 
a little too happy about the "marriage" theme.

     "Just think, Shampoo!" he chortled.  "Someday, we'll be doing this for 
real!  Here, let me carry you across the threshold!"

     Shampoo shot him a withering glance, wasted since Mousse wasn't wearing 
his glasses right now, and leapt into the ring.  A few lucky fellows in the 
front row got a glimpse of her garter.

     "And in the red corner, well they can introduce themselves just fine!"

     Team Rocket appeared.  Their wedding outfits had the trademark big red 
"R" on the chests, and Meowth was in a ring-bearer's suit.  Jesse looked 
slightly stunned.

     For villains, and perpetual losers at that, Team Rocket had an amazing 
amount of heat.  Just goes to show you what the right gimmicks can do.  But 
for once, they weren't starting.

     "Jesse, your line," reminded James.

     She looked startled.  "Oh, yes.  *ahem* Prepare for trouble!"

     "And make it double!"  James started dancing the waltz with Jesse down 
the aisle.

     "TO PROTECT THE WORLD FROM DEVASTATION!" called out the women.

     "TO UNITE ALL PEOPLES WITHIN OUR NATION!" responded the men.

     "TO DENOUNCE THE EVILS OF TRUTH AND LOVE!"

     "TO EXTEND OUR REACH TO THE STARS ABOVE!"

     "Jesse!"

     "James!"

     "TEAM ROCKET BLASTS OFF AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT!"

     "SURRENDER NOW OR PREPARE TO FIGHT!"

     And the children chorused in with, "MEOWTH!  THAT'S RIGHT!" as the 
Pokemon thieves misjudged the last circle of the waltz and crashed into the 
side of the ring.

     "Oww..."  The three quickly sprang back, however.

     Meowth motioned for the mike.  "Before we begin, I got some bad news 
for you, Shampoo.  I've decided to dump you.  I've found the purr-fect 
woman, who's pretty, kind and has the brain of a cat.  I love you, 
Nuku-Nuku!"

     (Jack's secretary had discovered there were "What's Michael?" reruns on 
the other channel, and missed this declaration altogether.)

     "I hope you don't take this too hard," continued the feline Pokemon.

     "You dare to dump Shampoo?!"  Weapons started coming out of Mousse's 
tuxedo sleeves.  "I'll kill y--Wait a minute, less rivals for Shampoo is a 
*good* thing...."

     Shampoo herself looked baffled.  "Shampoo not interested in silly 
Pokemon.  Shampoo only here to punish Rocket Team."

     "Punish us?" asked James.  "Whatever for?"

     "Pretty boy not remember wearing fuku to lure Shampoo away so she could 
be poisoned?  And also, Shampoo remember Alpha."

     Now it was Jesse's turn to look puzzled.  "What are y'all talking 
about?"

     (Since when does Jesse have a Southern accent? wondered Misty.)

     "They turn inta the duck and cat you toasted in that match with Ash," 
reminded Meowth.

     James snapped his fingers.  "That's right!"

     Meowth went down to the announcer's table, while Shampoo and James took 
their positions in the corners.

                    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

][ LAMBDA MATCH:  JYUUSENKYO SURVIVORS vs. TEAM ROCKET
][ FIGHT!

     "Shampoo going to enjoy stripping you..."

     "You're into that sort of thing?"

     "After she beat James' brains out first."  Shampoo brought out her 
bonbori, and charged towards the Team Rocket member.

     "Mew, go!" yelled James as he tossed the Pokeball towards his opponent. 
  It bounced harmlessly off Shampoo's head, but did not open.  "Eek!"

     Shampoo brought down her left bonbori in a classic Amazon intimidation 
move, stopping just short of James' face.  Then she kicked him in the knee.

     "Oww!  No fair!  I wasn't looking!"  James tried to grab one of his 
other Pokeballs, but the bonbori came smashing down on his hand.  Not quite 
a complete idiot, James used his other hand to tag in Jesse.

     Shampoo backed off and tagged in Mousse.  "Try not to mess up."

     Mousse nodded, "Yes dear," and put on his glasses.  He tossed a few 
exploding eggs Jesse's way, and the female Team Rocket member had to back 
off.

     "*caff*  You hurt my dahling James!  Ah'll get you for that!"  She 
reached into her gown.  "Vileplume, go!  Stun Spore!"

     The flower Pokemon appeared and began emitting its sparkling cloud of 
doom.  "Vileplume!"

     Mousse had come prepared for Wheezing, and this fell under the same 
general principle.  He whipped out a gas mask, and only got a few spores in 
his lungs.  It was, however, enough to slow him down a little.

     "Great balls of fire!  Jesse has unleashed a never before seen in this 
arena Pokemon against Mousse!  And now it's chewing on his pants leg, trying 
to disrobe the Chinese boy!"  Hiroshi was on his chair with excitement.

     Vileplume? thought Misty.  Jesse doesn't have a...  She stood up and 
yelled, "That's not Jesse!  That's Jessibell!"

     "Jessibell?" asked Hiroshi and Daisuke, puzzled.

     "Jessibell?" asked Shampoo.  Mousse might have asked too, but the gas 
mask muffled his voice, and besides, he was a little busy trying to dislodge 
the Vileplume.

     "Jessibell?!"  James' voice went up an octave.  "My Lina, it *is*!"

     "So, y'all know!  Ah can lose this wig then!"  With that, Jessibell 
whipped off Jesse's long hair, to reveal her own curled coif.

     "WHO'S JESSIBELL?" asked the audience.

     "She's James' fiancee," explained Meowth.  "Who happens to look exactly 
like Jesse."

     "An evil twin?  No wait, Jesse's a crook so Jessibell would be the good 
twin, right?"  Hiroshi was obviously confused again.

     "No relation, as far as I know.  Dey just look alike, oh and sound 
alike, except for the accent."

     Back up on the stage, Mousse had finally gotten clear of the Vileplume, 
at the cost of his trousers.  His rubber duckie briefs got some whistles 
from the audience.

    Jessibell produced a whip from her cleavage.  "Nothing is going to 
prevent me from marrying my dahling James!  I even brought a priest tonight! 
  HOHOHOHO!"  She began using the whip to tear at Mousse's jacket.

     James, meanwhile, was trying to strip out of his tuxedo as fast as he 
could.  "Gotta lose, gotta lose...."

     Mousse produced a kusari (weighted chain) from what was left of his 
outfit and tried to block the whip.  But he was still too groggy from the 
spores.

     "Tag out, Mousse!   Shampoo will handle fake woman!"

     "No!  She's mine!" came a new voice.

     Hiroshi whirled.  "It's Jesse!  And it looks like she's got--a bicycle 
chain?"

     Daisuke checked the "Ultra Factsheet."  "Says here that before James 
and Jesse joined Team Rocket, they ran with a bike gang, where she was known 
as Chainer Jesse for her habit of swinging, well, a bicycle chain."

     The real Jesse leapt into the ring.  She swung the chain at her 
look-alike, and missed.

     Meowth sighed.  "You'll notice it don't say anything about Jesse being 
able to hit anything with the chain."

     Shampoo finally managed to grab a stray chain and pull Mousse over so 
she could tag in.  "Hmm...Shampoo not clear on rules.  Does she need to 
strip opponent she start with, or one she announced to fight?  Oh well."

     She snuck up behind both red-haired women, and whacked them on the 
heads with her bonbori.  Their clothes were off a moment later, though 
Shampoo then laid them on top of the unconscious combatants, so the audience 
didn't get too much of a view.

                     =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     "And a win for the Jyuusenkyo Survivors!  I think...."

     "The referee is indeed calling it such."

     Jack was talking to James.  "So you're telling me your parents are 
incredibly rich, and all you'd need to do to get your hands on the money is 
marry this Jessibell girl?"

     "That's right."

     "And instead, you chose to become a penniless criminal, being abused by 
your bosses and partners in crime, suffering endless torments and defeats at 
the hands of a little kid and his pet rat?"

     James kicked the ground with a toe.  "That's about the size of it."

     Jack slapped him on the back.  "I knew there was something I liked 
about you!"

     Tron Bonne was personally escorting Jessibell to the exit, where some 
nice men in white coats were waiting for the heiress.

     Daisuke looked at his partner.  "That would seem to be it for this 
week.  Any final words?"

     "Yep!  We'll have an even more exciting show for you next week!  And 
remember, kids, reading is FUN-damental!"

     "And that was our mandatory public service content.  From Daisuke--"

     "--And Hiroshi!"

     "Good night, and Lina bless."

                    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     Biiko Daitokuji clicked off her 100" TV.

     It hadn't been a entire waste of time.  The Morrigan fight had been 
quite...stimulating.  But she'd hoped for a glimpse of Sephiroth somewhere 
in there.  No such luck.  Not even a mention.

     A pillar rose out of the floor beside her, a DVD on the top.  "The 
surveillance data, boss."  The intercom was silent after that.

     B-ko slid the disk into the proper slot, and hit "play."

     A few minutes later, she paused the playback.  "Enlarge."

     On the screen, a young woman with blonde hair was clapping as Gally 
performed some superhuman feat.

     "So...you have a friend, do you, Gally?"  Something stirred at the back 
of B-ko's mind, trying to tell her not to make the connection, but she did 
anyways.  "Then I will take your friend, too.  My victory will be complete!  
Ohohoho!"

                   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     The last of the audience was filing out of the Ultradome, and the only 
people in the main hall were maintenance workers.

     Sofia and Johnny emerged from a side door.  Sofia was wearing one of 
Johnny's outfits, which hung a little loosely on her.

     "What if I'm stuck this way forever, Johnny?  All my ID is for a 
woman!"

     "Not to worry.  I know some people.  Hey, if you buff up a little, my 
next film is a buddy picture.  I can get them to make the other guy a 
Russian."  Johnny looked across the hall.  "What do you know?  The snack 
bar's still open."

     Sure enough, the lights were still on, and the vendor looking over at 
them with a slightly haughty air.

     Sofia's stomach growled.  "I am hungry.  I was too upset earlier to 
eat."  She walked over.

     "A large popcorn, please."

     "You want butter on that, femboy?"

     It had been a long hard day for Sofia, and this was the last straw.  
"WAAH!"

     "Aw, geez, now you made her cry."

     Pantyhose Tarou sneered.  "And what are you gonna do about it?"

     Johnny Cage might be considered a "bad guy" in Ultra, but he'd played 
the hero in way too many movies not to know his next line.  "I'm calling you 
out, Tarou.  I don't care if you are supposed to be some sort of super 
master with Beast powers.  You just don't treat a woman that way."

     Tarou lifted the counter gate and stepped through.  "Huhuhuhu.  You 
really think you can take me, Cage?"

     "We'll find out, won't we, Pantyhose?"

     "Don't call me that!"  And the fight was on.

     Johnny hammered a few blows into Tarou's midriff, and almost 
immediately regretted it.  The boy had a gut of steel!

     Tarou retaliated with a knee to the groin.  Apparently, he hadn't been 
paying attention to Lina's announcement either, but it still sent Cage 
flying.

     Sofia had started humming the Mortal Kombat theme, and bagged herself 
some popcorn.  With butter.

     Johnny decided to try fireballing, and was rewarded by a stunned look 
from Tarou.  He followed up with a few shadow kicks, and his opponent began 
to slow.

     Sofia yelled "FINISH HIM!" in a remarkably good imitation of Shao Khan.

     Johnny obliged, with an uppercut that took Tarou's head completely off, 
in a shower of red fluid from the Chinese boy's neck.

     "FATALITY!  JOHNNY CAGE WINS!  If you weren't covered in blood, I'd 
kiss you."

     "If you weren't a man right now, I'd let you."  Johnny felt good.  
Better than he had in a very long time.  *This* was what he'd been missing.  
Winning was oh so sweet, and dead opponents didn't come back next week to 
beat you up in the rematch.  It was..."What's that smell?"

     "What do you mean?"

     "This blood doesn't smell right.  More like...transmission fluid."

     They looked over to Tarou's corpse.  The corpse that was giving off 
small sparks, and had wires sticking out of its neck.

     Sofia went over to check.  "This is a robot!  Nothing but a stinking 
robot!"

     Johnny looked around, hoping none of the Cybergrrlz were listening.

     Sofia found the latch to open the chest compartment.  "Would you look 
at all these hate tapes?"

     Inside, the robot's CPU could be seen to have cartridges labelled "HATE 
RANMA," "HATE ULTRA," "HATE, "HATE" and "HATE."  It also had a small label, 
"Another fine product of--"  The rest was illegible.

     "Amazing."  Johnny walked over and picked up the head.  "At least I can 
keep this as a souvenir."

     Tarou's eyes opened.  Johnny dropped the head.

     "If you're hearing this, then one of you losers has *finally* figured 
out I'm not really here.  Where's the real me?  That's for me to know and 
you to worry about.  You'll be seeing me in your ni#SQWARK#"  Johnny pulled 
out the wire connecting the voicebox.

     "So, how long do you figure he's been gone?"

     Johnny shrugged.  "Could be months.  Do you care?"

     Sofia laughed.  "Not until *after* a nice long hot bath."

                     =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

][ ULTRA EPISODE 33 RESULTS RECAP
][ RANMA defeats SOFIA, now at 9W/5L
][ WOLVERINE defeats MORRIGAN, now at 3W/2L
][ LINA INVERSE defeats EVANGELION UNIT 02, now at 5W/2L
][ JYUUSENKYO SURVIVORS defeat TEAM ROCKET, now at 5W/3L
][ JOHNNY CAGE decapitates TAROU ROBOT, no status change

                     =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

     Hoody-hoo!  Despite everything, it's done!  Now I can only hope this 
gets to you....

     As usual, there are parts left out; I'm sorry I didn't get that Gamma 
title defense in.  And direct references to "Unnatural Selections" had to be 
axed.  Please check it out in the Omake section.

     I'd like to thank my prereaders, especially Lurker, Sean Gaffney and 
Blade.  (Sorry about Tarou, dude...)  Also thanks to the folks on 
#improfanfic and #fanfic, especially Alan Harnum.  And a really big warm 
fuzzy to DamienRoc, who is making sure this arrives in good shape.

     If you have any questions or comments, post 'em on the message board, 
or email me at skjam@hotmail.com and I'll be more than willing to expound on 
oh, say, what the heck Bismoll is....

     One last thing.  Sofia is NOT permanently cursed.  Instant Nanniichuan 
works only once.  Just making sure....

huzzah,
SKJAM!


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