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Danny Pennington was just raking in that money, and he couldn’t get enough of it. Between the fights which he had booked last week where there were many participants aplenty, and that one guy with the torn white karate gi and the red headband— things were looking good as far as this side gig was concerned. Who would’ve thought that holding underground fights and taking bets would’ve made so much money? Well… It certainly was better than working in the realm of retail or somewhere in the back of some god forsaken McDonald’s taking orders from a lousy boss who liked to micro-managed. Already in his short time in taking bets for these unsanctioned underground fights, Danny had already made quite a lot of money. Perhaps about twenty grand in the month which he had been doing this.

In the middle of the alleyway where there is a group of people cheering and shouting, happened to be two men who were already amid their fighting. One fighter appeared to be a man who may have been in his mid to late twenties, with short blonde hair that was combed back with a curl in the front, wearing a white short sleeve shirt and a pair of blue denim jeans with white sneakers. Another was a muscular black male with a full head of hair, forming into a small afro style, shirtless as he wanted to showcase his physique, wearing nothing but a pair of grey jeans and red Chuck Taylor shoes with white laces. Both men seemed to be at their limit when it came to their own fight, beads of sweat running down their faces.

“YEAH! C’MON HIT’EM! HIT’EM!”

“HOOK HIM AGAIN, MAN! HOOK’EM!”

Danny took a break from counting the cash money which the spectators had given him to hold onto. The red youth looked with a proud smirk on his face as he watched the two fighters in front of him. To him it really didn’t matter so much as to who won or lost, it was the money flow which Danny was too preoccupied with. While a ten percent cut didn’t seem much from just one bet, it was a different story when multiple people took bets. The money added up quickly, if someone bet a good amount of it.

When the blonde-haired fighter turned with his weight and threw his right arm out in a solid straight punch into the other fighter’s face, causing the man to fall back and drop unconsciously to the ground, Danny knew that the fight was over. Half of the crowd cheered, and half of the crowd groaned. Danny focused his attention on the bag strapped to his shoulder, holding all the money which he had acquired from previous bet cuts when he had decided to get into the realm of underground fighting. The red youth opened the back and now did a quick headcount of who bet on the winning fighter, and nodded as he now moved a hand to gather a thick roll of cash. Danny had handed out the winnings to patrons who had bet on the right fighter, keeping a cut for himself but the amount they had given him was at least somewhat decent enough for him to stash.

“Damn, it’s definitely a hot night out tonight, huh Danny?” A patron asked.

“Yeah, tell me about it but at least I’m not spending this summer serving fast-food.” Danny chuckled.

Finishing handing out the bets, Danny looked all around himself to see if there was anyone who had wanted to participate in the fighting. The night was young, and he most certainly didn’t want to go back home shorthanded. There had to be more money to make. Surely there had to be someone who was willing to put up a good fight. Danny looked over to the blonde fighter and nudged his head up to get his attention.

“Hey man, you up for another fight?” Danny asked.

“Nah, I’m finished for tonight. Think I earned myself a couple of brews. You got my cut?” The fighter spoke.

A tinge of disappointed entered Danny’s mind before he nodded and padded the blonde fighter on the shoulder. He reached inside of his bag, taking out a few one-hundred-dollar bills and handed it to the blonde fighter before the man walked off to gather himself. Danny took in a deep breath through his nose and blew air out, his cheeks puffing as he pulled at the collar of his Sid Vicious shirt. This heat was something else, especially for a summer Saturday night. Maybe a heatwave was about to happen. But that wouldn’t stop him from hosting these Saturday night scraps.
Danny blinked as soon as he had noticed a new shape approaching him—moving his head back slightly and staring up, he noticed a large bald Caucasian man with a large beard that had some grey in it. The large man also wore a leather vest with no shirt underneath it, and he also had on pair of black jeans and leather boots. If Danny didn’t know any better, he would probably guess that the man was a biker. The red youth couldn’t help but grin at the possibility of having another fighter who was fresh and rarin’ to go.

“You up for a round or two, dude?” Danny asked.

The large man nodded his head while he clasped on hand in the other, cracking his knuckles as he now stepped to the middle of the alley. The red youth now had to find someone for the big man to fight. He raised his right hand up, snapping his fingers before he whistled out to get everyone’s attention. The patrons quieted down, now looking to Danny with curious looks to know what it was that he had to get their attention for.

“Hey! Bets are still being accepted as long as the fights keep coming! Anyone wanna go a few rounds for tonight? Maybe make some cold hard cash if you win?”

A shape moved in the darkness of the alley. It was someone who appeared to be wearing a brown fedora over his head, and a large grey colored trench coat with the collar flicked up. Danny really couldn’t see the person’s features too well in the darkness of the alley. Something about this person struck Danny as off, and there was definitely a clear size difference between the larger bald biker man, and… whoever this person in the fedora and coat happened to be. But then Danny blinked as he took a second notice of this strange person’s attire. What in the world was someone doing wearing that kind of getup on a hot summer Saturday night like this?

“I’m willing to go a few rounds with Tiny Tim over here.” The person in the trench coat spoke.

“Who you callin’ tiny you little piece of sh—”

Danny stepped between the large biker man and the individual in the hat and trench coat, holding his arms out to prevent them from getting into things prematurely.

“Hey, hey, hey! Save it for the fight! Okay… WE GOT ANOTHER FIGHT GOING! GET READY TO MAKE YOUR BETS, PEOPLE!” Danny spoke as he formed a smile on his face.

A group of patrons now clamored as they reached into their pockets and took out whatever cash they had. Danny quickly now made his way over to the group and was already taking the bets and noting who they were going to be betting on. A fairly good number of people seemed to be betting on the large biker man. Only a few people, maybe two or three, seemed to be betting on the smaller individual in the hat and trench coat.

“Okay… We got a fight going on right now! It’s… Uh, what are your names guys?”

“Big Bull.” The large man gruffly spoke.

Danny couldn’t help but hold back a laugh at the man’s name. It must’ve been some sort of nickname which he had been given by his friends or something. The red youth now looked over to the individual in the trench coat and fedora, just wondering what kind of name he was going to be giving out. Surely, it couldn’t be anything as ridiculous as Big Bull.

“And your name?”

“Raphael.” The individual spoke in a gruff tone of voice.

“Alright! We got a match set between Big Bull and Raphael! Bets are on hold until the next fight! If you don’t know the rules… Well, fights go on as long as they have to! If one of you goes limp, taps out or KO’ed the fight is over! Understood?”

The large biker man nodded his head as he gave a hardened and somewhat angered glare to the trenchcoated figure. Raphael took in a couple of sniffles through his nostrils, now rolling his shoulders as he worked to undo whatever stiffness was in his shoulders before he nodded his head in response to Danny’s question. The trenchcoated figure now clenched his hands into fists, snapping into his fighting stance as Big Bull charged in at him with a furious roar.

Hino Rei had been on edge ever since she and her friends had decided to take a trip to New York City. It was a big, big world outside of their little corner of Azabu Juban and while they were not familiar with how things were done in America, it was so far, an enjoyable trip. At least, it was supposed to be but for the Fire Miko of Hikawa Shrine, there was always an element of danger no matter where they went. Even during times of peace, there was always a risk of danger for there was no telling what new threat could make themselves known. But who was she to spoil the fun for everyone else? As vigilant as Rei often was known to be, she wasn’t someone who could be called a party pooper. But at the same time, she felt as if she had to be extra vigilant since Luna and Artemis were back home in Japan. Everything was so different, the people were different, but she had to admit there were some similarities about the hustle and bustle of the American city and what was familiar back in Tokyo.

Aino Minako, Mizuno Ami, Kino Makoto and Tsukino Usagi had spent most of their day enjoying the sights and sounds of New York City, stopping by historical sites at Ami’s insistence and even stopping by at a few famous bakeries in the city at Mako’s request. Minako even enjoyed herself in Times Square, as did Usagi.

“Phew! We’ve certainly had an interesting day! I’m never going to forget this trip to New York!” Usagi spoke cheerfully.

“It was fun visiting their shopping district! I can’t wait to wear these new clothes we bought when we get back to Juban! I’ll be the envy of the town!” Minako grinned as she pumped a fist.

“Who knew that this city has such a rich history? It truly is a melting pot of all sorts of peoples and cultures. People immigrating to start a new life and focusing on succeeding to achieve their dreams. It’s a unique story of itself!” Ami chimed with a gentle smile on her face.
Rei just blinked as she felt something off about the air, she wasn’t too sure what it was but... it was enough to make her briefly pause while the others moved on ahead of her. The Fire Miko looked all around herself with her purple-colored eyes, and carefully surveyed her surroundings. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, just seeing people walking about their usual hustle and bustle, minding their own business. So, what is it that she was sensing? What could be out there that was causing her senses to be on edge?

“Hey, Rei-chan. Is everything alright?” Mako asked as she turned, looking over to her friend.

“Hmm. I’m fine. It’s nothing.” Rei replied, offering a warm smile to Mako.

Rei continued to move on ahead, following the others until she caught up with them. The five friends continued to enjoy the sights and sounds of New York City as they were making their way back to the hotel where they were staying at. But then something caught the attention of Makoto, as she had heard cheering and groans. She was quite familiar with those kinds of sounds, as they were reminiscent of spectators sounding off in a school yard brawl. She had participated in enough fights prior to meeting her friends to know what a crowd sounded like.

“Hm? Where’s that coming from? Makoto asked.

Rei furrowed her brows as she heard the sounds too and realized that commotion didn’t sound so ordinary compared to the rest of the soundscape of the city. She watched as Makoto stepped towards that direction, and quickly followed on after her. Usagi, Minako and Ami were perplexed by what had caught Makoto and Rei’s attention, now deciding to follow on after them as well.

A few turns and entering into an alleyway that was dimly lit, the five Senshi had paused in their movements and widened their eyes to see a crowd of people cheering and shouting as there were to people in the middle of it all, fighting it out— or rather, it was what appeared to be a rather one sided fight as the larger, burly man in the biker attire seemed to be getting his backside handed to him by the smaller, trenchcoated figure. Ami widened her eyes as she gasped, covering her mouth with one hand. Usagi jumped and shrieked as she watched the trenchcoated person slamming his fists directly into the large man’s face, before turning in a spin and snapping his right leg out in a spinning back thrust kick, causing the biker to double over.
Minako was the only one to notice the red youth amid it all, counting a large wad of cash in his hands as he grinned in satisfaction. It had come to her immediately that this was all a street fight where people could make bets and even collect the winnings. Usagi was about to jump in, but she was immediately caught by Makoto, who took hold of her smaller friend by the shoulders.

“Hey, let me go! It’s not right that these people are fighting!” Usagi shouted, speaking in Japanese of course, which went briefly noticed and not understood by a few of the patrons who just glanced at her.

“Usagi, we need to get going… We shouldn’t be here!” Mako replied.

But Rei set her focus on the trenchcoated figure, noticing something quite off about him. She felt an unusual and unnatural aura about him, though there was more to it than just that. She took a quick look at some of his features, noticing his hands— his skin appeared to be green and rough, almost leathery and scaly in some ways. And his feet which were exposed as well, hidden only by the darkness— Rei was able to see in brief glimpses of whatever light the overhead lights in the alley provided.

“Youma.” She whispered to herself.

Quickly, Rei turned and ran off while the attention of her friends was focused on the fighting.

The trenchcoated figure quickly hunched down as the larger burly man swung his right and left arm across, intending on striking his opponent with mighty punches. But Raphael was much too quick for him, and the man tended to telegraph quite a few of his movements which made it all the easier for him. Raphael responded by turning with his hips and he pumped his right and left arm out four quick times, slamming his knuckles into Big Bull’s mid-section, causing the older burly man to double over before he immediately snapped his right arm up in an uppercut, impacting his fist into Bull’s chin. Big Bull grunted as he leaned up and back from the blow, and Raphael then turned in a spin before he leapt to the air, now performing a corkscrew flip as he then swung his right leg down and slammed it down to the top of Bull’s head with a mighty smack.

The large burly biker then fell back and collided into a pile of garbage cans, crashing through them only to hit the ground flat onto his back. The fight was over rather quickly, and Bull wasn’t even moving to get up. Half of the crowd cheered and half of them groaned and jeered. Minako nudged her head up to her friends, gesturing to the red youth who was making his rounds, collecting whatever money he took from the losing patrons now. Ami, Usagi, Makoto and Minako watched the young man now making his way to the trenchcoated figure, now taking an arm and raising it.

“RAPHAEL WINS!” Danny shouted.

The trenchcoated figure now grunted in celebration of his easily won victory. Danny lowered the fighter’s arm down, and now looked around to see if there would be anyone else willing to participate. The young man held up a wad of crash, as if he were offering it to anyone who was daring enough to step up.

“Does anyone want to face Raphael? Anybody? Any takers?” Danny Pennington spoke loudly.

Suddenly, there was movement in the shadows— and out stepped a young, beautiful woman with raven hair which flowed freely, and she donned on what appeared to be a red and white sailor outfit with a red broch and purple bows on her chest, and perhaps to the patrons’ surprise— a pair of beautiful red heels. The young woman then pointed to the trenchcoated figure and spoke in a powerful and commanding tone of voice.

“You might fool these people with your terrible disguise, but you most certainly don’t fool me! You won’t get away with your nefarious ways of harming human beings! I am Sailor Mars! In the name of Mars, I’ll punish you with the flames of war!”

Usagi, Minako, Makoto and Ami widened their eyes at what was happening here. However, the introduction which Sailor Mars had given out seemed to be entirely missed by the patrons, Danny, and the trenchcoated figure named Raphael. Danny looked over to Raphael, and then back over to the sailor suited young woman.

“I… don’t understand any Japanese, but I’m guessing she wants a piece of you, man.” Danny raised a brow.

Immediately, Sailor Mars flicked her wrists and by sheer will, two balls of flame now erupted out from her hands as a demonstration of her own very power. Rei even briefly seemed to hover off the ground as she focused her power, preparing herself to fight the hidden enemy she had sensed earlier. The crowd now gasped at the demonstration of power that Sailor Mars put on, and already several people were rushing over to the red youth.

“YO, I GOT FIVE HUNDRED ON LADY LEGS OVER THERE!” One patron shouted, holding a few one-hundred-dollar bills in his grasp.

“FIVE HUNDRED ON THE FIRE BABE!” Another shouted.

“SEVEN HUNDRED FOR RAPHAEL!” Yet another patron shouted, holding cash out.

Danny Pennington was already collecting the bets from the clamoring patrons. After collecting the cash, he turned around and now watched as Raphael now seemed to be reaching into his coat. But then he quickly discarded the fedora and the trench coat, now revealing himself to the patrons in the dim light of the alley. Danny grinned and chuckled as he shook his head from side to side, realizing that now this was going to be a fight between a girl who could manipulate flames, and…. a giant Turtle with a red mask and brown pads. Well, he might as well get used to seeing things like this. Between last weeks fights with the Japanese fighter in the white gi and red headband who could fire energy from his hands, and these two strange participants, stranger days might be waiting for the red youth. Danny smirked as the crowd cheered, now getting ready to watch what could be one hell of a fight.
Raphael moved his hands down to his belt, now taking a hold of his twin sai. He spun the weapons with speed and skill, gripping the handles firmly to stop them from spinning as he set himself in his own fighting posture. Sailor Mars focused on her flames, now causing them to briefly explode in her palms as plumes of fire dispersed around her as she glared to the red masked mutant Turtle.

“REI-CHAN! YAMETE!” Usagi shouted.

Makoto pulled Usagi back as the crowd began to gather once more, cheering in excitement for this upcoming fight. Ami, Minako, Makoto and Usagi watched worriedly for their fiery friend.

Danny took several steps back, moving a safe distance away from the two combatants. He now set his sights down on the roll of cash in his grasp, now counting the money before he set his sights onto the flaming girl and the red masked Turtle, smirking and nodding his head, knowing that a lot of money was going to be made tonight.

A group of shadows would converge with one taller figure standing out amongst the rest of them. And this figure, clad in armor that was adorned with blades and a helmet which was reminiscent of a Samurai kabuto, made his way towards the edge of the rooftop, glaring down at the alley below.

“The Turtle has been drawn out as according to our plan. Good. But the woman of fire is someone new, unexpected. And that alone warrants her as a potential threat to our goal. The Foot cannot, and will not, allow this unexpected element to go unchecked and established. We will let these two fight and whoever is left standing… Will be vulnerable to extermination. I, Oroku Saki, the Shredder… command this.”

Slowly, many of the Foot ninja who had arrived with their leader slowly drew whatever weapons they had brought with them. Weapons ranging from ninjato swords, kama blades, bo-staffs, nunchaku… The Foot would be ready to pounce into action at the orders of their master.
But Oroku Saki was curious… Who would be left standing between the sailor suited girl and the Turtle?

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Commission for a client.

Danny Pennington was just raking in that money, and he couldn’t get enough of it. Between the fights which he had booked last week where there were many participants aplenty, and that one guy with the torn white karate gi and the red headband— things were looking good as far as this side gig was concerned. Who would’ve thought that holding underground fights and taking bets would’ve made so much money? Well… It certainly was better than working in the realm of retail or somewhere in the back of some god forsaken McDonald’s taking orders from a lousy boss who liked to micro-managed. Already in his short time in taking bets for these unsanctioned underground fights, Danny had already made quite a lot of money. Perhaps about twenty grand in the month which he had been doing this.

In the middle of the alleyway where there is a group of people cheering and shouting, happened to be two men who were already amid their fighting. One fighter appeared to be a man who may have been in his mid to late twenties, with short blonde hair that was combed back with a curl in the front, wearing a white short sleeve shirt and a pair of blue denim jeans with white sneakers. Another was a muscular black male with a full head of hair, forming into a small afro style, shirtless as he wanted to showcase his physique, wearing nothing but a pair of grey jeans and red Chuck Taylor shoes with white laces. Both men seemed to be at their limit when it came to their own fight, beads of sweat running down their faces.

“YEAH! C’MON HIT’EM! HIT’EM!”

“HOOK HIM AGAIN, MAN! HOOK’EM!”

Danny took a break from counting the cash money which the spectators had given him to hold onto. The red youth looked with a proud smirk on his face as he watched the two fighters in front of him. To him it really didn’t matter so much as to who won or lost, it was the money flow which Danny was too preoccupied with. While a ten percent cut didn’t seem much from just one bet, it was a different story when multiple people took bets. The money added up quickly, if someone bet a good amount of it.

When the blonde-haired fighter turned with his weight and threw his right arm out in a solid straight punch into the other fighter’s face, causing the man to fall back and drop unconsciously to the ground, Danny knew that the fight was over. Half of the crowd cheered, and half of the crowd groaned. Danny focused his attention on the bag strapped to his shoulder, holding all the money which he had acquired from previous bet cuts when he had decided to get into the realm of underground fighting. The red youth opened the back and now did a quick headcount of who bet on the winning fighter, and nodded as he now moved a hand to gather a thick roll of cash. Danny had handed out the winnings to patrons who had bet on the right fighter, keeping a cut for himself but the amount they had given him was at least somewhat decent enough for him to stash.

“Damn, it’s definitely a hot night out tonight, huh Danny?” A patron asked.

“Yeah, tell me about it but at least I’m not spending this summer serving fast-food.” Danny chuckled.

Finishing handing out the bets, Danny looked all around himself to see if there was anyone who had wanted to participate in the fighting. The night was young, and he most certainly didn’t want to go back home shorthanded. There had to be more money to make. Surely there had to be someone who was willing to put up a good fight. Danny looked over to the blonde fighter and nudged his head up to get his attention.

“Hey man, you up for another fight?” Danny asked.

“Nah, I’m finished for tonight. Think I earned myself a couple of brews. You got my cut?” The fighter spoke.

A tinge of disappointed entered Danny’s mind before he nodded and padded the blonde fighter on the shoulder. He reached inside of his bag, taking out a few one-hundred-dollar bills and handed it to the blonde fighter before the man walked off to gather himself. Danny took in a deep breath through his nose and blew air out, his cheeks puffing as he pulled at the collar of his Sid Vicious shirt. This heat was something else, especially for a summer Saturday night. Maybe a heatwave was about to happen. But that wouldn’t stop him from hosting these Saturday night scraps.
Danny blinked as soon as he had noticed a new shape approaching him—moving his head back slightly and staring up, he noticed a large bald Caucasian man with a large beard that had some grey in it. The large man also wore a leather vest with no shirt underneath it, and he also had on pair of black jeans and leather boots. If Danny didn’t know any better, he would probably guess that the man was a biker. The red youth couldn’t help but grin at the possibility of having another fighter who was fresh and rarin’ to go.

“You up for a round or two, dude?” Danny asked.

The large man nodded his head while he clasped on hand in the other, cracking his knuckles as he now stepped to the middle of the alley. The red youth now had to find someone for the big man to fight. He raised his right hand up, snapping his fingers before he whistled out to get everyone’s attention. The patrons quieted down, now looking to Danny with curious looks to know what it was that he had to get their attention for.

“Hey! Bets are still being accepted as long as the fights keep coming! Anyone wanna go a few rounds for tonight? Maybe make some cold hard cash if you win?”

A shape moved in the darkness of the alley. It was someone who appeared to be wearing a brown fedora over his head, and a large grey colored trench coat with the collar flicked up. Danny really couldn’t see the person’s features too well in the darkness of the alley. Something about this person struck Danny as off, and there was definitely a clear size difference between the larger bald biker man, and… whoever this person in the fedora and coat happened to be. But then Danny blinked as he took a second notice of this strange person’s attire. What in the world was someone doing wearing that kind of getup on a hot summer Saturday night like this?

“I’m willing to go a few rounds with Tiny Tim over here.” The person in the trench coat spoke.

“Who you callin’ tiny you little piece of sh—”

Danny stepped between the large biker man and the individual in the hat and trench coat, holding his arms out to prevent them from getting into things prematurely.

“Hey, hey, hey! Save it for the fight! Okay… WE GOT ANOTHER FIGHT GOING! GET READY TO MAKE YOUR BETS, PEOPLE!” Danny spoke as he formed a smile on his face.

A group of patrons now clamored as they reached into their pockets and took out whatever cash they had. Danny quickly now made his way over to the group and was already taking the bets and noting who they were going to be betting on. A fairly good number of people seemed to be betting on the large biker man. Only a few people, maybe two or three, seemed to be betting on the smaller individual in the hat and trench coat.

“Okay… We got a fight going on right now! It’s… Uh, what are your names guys?”

“Big Bull.” The large man gruffly spoke.

Danny couldn’t help but hold back a laugh at the man’s name. It must’ve been some sort of nickname which he had been given by his friends or something. The red youth now looked over to the individual in the trench coat and fedora, just wondering what kind of name he was going to be giving out. Surely, it couldn’t be anything as ridiculous as Big Bull.

“And your name?”

“Raphael.” The individual spoke in a gruff tone of voice.

“Alright! We got a match set between Big Bull and Raphael! Bets are on hold until the next fight! If you don’t know the rules… Well, fights go on as long as they have to! If one of you goes limp, taps out or KO’ed the fight is over! Understood?”

The large biker man nodded his head as he gave a hardened and somewhat angered glare to the trenchcoated figure. Raphael took in a couple of sniffles through his nostrils, now rolling his shoulders as he worked to undo whatever stiffness was in his shoulders before he nodded his head in response to Danny’s question. The trenchcoated figure now clenched his hands into fists, snapping into his fighting stance as Big Bull charged in at him with a furious roar.

Hino Rei had been on edge ever since she and her friends had decided to take a trip to New York City. It was a big, big world outside of their little corner of Azabu Juban and while they were not familiar with how things were done in America, it was so far, an enjoyable trip. At least, it was supposed to be but for the Fire Miko of Hikawa Shrine, there was always an element of danger no matter where they went. Even during times of peace, there was always a risk of danger for there was no telling what new threat could make themselves known. But who was she to spoil the fun for everyone else? As vigilant as Rei often was known to be, she wasn’t someone who could be called a party pooper. But at the same time, she felt as if she had to be extra vigilant since Luna and Artemis were back home in Japan. Everything was so different, the people were different, but she had to admit there were some similarities about the hustle and bustle of the American city and what was familiar back in Tokyo.

Aino Minako, Mizuno Ami, Kino Makoto and Tsukino Usagi had spent most of their day enjoying the sights and sounds of New York City, stopping by historical sites at Ami’s insistence and even stopping by at a few famous bakeries in the city at Mako’s request. Minako even enjoyed herself in Times Square, as did Usagi.

“Phew! We’ve certainly had an interesting day! I’m never going to forget this trip to New York!” Usagi spoke cheerfully.

“It was fun visiting their shopping district! I can’t wait to wear these new clothes we bought when we get back to Juban! I’ll be the envy of the town!” Minako grinned as she pumped a fist.

“Who knew that this city has such a rich history? It truly is a melting pot of all sorts of peoples and cultures. People immigrating to start a new life and focusing on succeeding to achieve their dreams. It’s a unique story of itself!” Ami chimed with a gentle smile on her face.
Rei just blinked as she felt something off about the air, she wasn’t too sure what it was but... it was enough to make her briefly pause while the others moved on ahead of her. The Fire Miko looked all around herself with her purple-colored eyes, and carefully surveyed her surroundings. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, just seeing people walking about their usual hustle and bustle, minding their own business. So, what is it that she was sensing? What could be out there that was causing her senses to be on edge?

“Hey, Rei-chan. Is everything alright?” Mako asked as she turned, looking over to her friend.

“Hmm. I’m fine. It’s nothing.” Rei replied, offering a warm smile to Mako.

Rei continued to move on ahead, following the others until she caught up with them. The five friends continued to enjoy the sights and sounds of New York City as they were making their way back to the hotel where they were staying at. But then something caught the attention of Makoto, as she had heard cheering and groans. She was quite familiar with those kinds of sounds, as they were reminiscent of spectators sounding off in a school yard brawl. She had participated in enough fights prior to meeting her friends to know what a crowd sounded like.

“Hm? Where’s that coming from? Makoto asked.

Rei furrowed her brows as she heard the sounds too and realized that commotion didn’t sound so ordinary compared to the rest of the soundscape of the city. She watched as Makoto stepped towards that direction, and quickly followed on after her. Usagi, Minako and Ami were perplexed by what had caught Makoto and Rei’s attention, now deciding to follow on after them as well.

A few turns and entering into an alleyway that was dimly lit, the five Senshi had paused in their movements and widened their eyes to see a crowd of people cheering and shouting as there were to people in the middle of it all, fighting it out— or rather, it was what appeared to be a rather one sided fight as the larger, burly man in the biker attire seemed to be getting his backside handed to him by the smaller, trenchcoated figure. Ami widened her eyes as she gasped, covering her mouth with one hand. Usagi jumped and shrieked as she watched the trenchcoated person slamming his fists directly into the large man’s face, before turning in a spin and snapping his right leg out in a spinning back thrust kick, causing the biker to double over.
Minako was the only one to notice the red youth amid it all, counting a large wad of cash in his hands as he grinned in satisfaction. It had come to her immediately that this was all a street fight where people could make bets and even collect the winnings. Usagi was about to jump in, but she was immediately caught by Makoto, who took hold of her smaller friend by the shoulders.

“Hey, let me go! It’s not right that these people are fighting!” Usagi shouted, speaking in Japanese of course, which went briefly noticed and not understood by a few of the patrons who just glanced at her.

“Usagi, we need to get going… We shouldn’t be here!” Mako replied.

But Rei set her focus on the trenchcoated figure, noticing something quite off about him. She felt an unusual and unnatural aura about him, though there was more to it than just that. She took a quick look at some of his features, noticing his hands— his skin appeared to be green and rough, almost leathery and scaly in some ways. And his feet which were exposed as well, hidden only by the darkness— Rei was able to see in brief glimpses of whatever light the overhead lights in the alley provided.

“Youma.” She whispered to herself.

Quickly, Rei turned and ran off while the attention of her friends was focused on the fighting.

The trenchcoated figure quickly hunched down as the larger burly man swung his right and left arm across, intending on striking his opponent with mighty punches. But Raphael was much too quick for him, and the man tended to telegraph quite a few of his movements which made it all the easier for him. Raphael responded by turning with his hips and he pumped his right and left arm out four quick times, slamming his knuckles into Big Bull’s mid-section, causing the older burly man to double over before he immediately snapped his right arm up in an uppercut, impacting his fist into Bull’s chin. Big Bull grunted as he leaned up and back from the blow, and Raphael then turned in a spin before he leapt to the air, now performing a corkscrew flip as he then swung his right leg down and slammed it down to the top of Bull’s head with a mighty smack.

The large burly biker then fell back and collided into a pile of garbage cans, crashing through them only to hit the ground flat onto his back. The fight was over rather quickly, and Bull wasn’t even moving to get up. Half of the crowd cheered and half of them groaned and jeered. Minako nudged her head up to her friends, gesturing to the red youth who was making his rounds, collecting whatever money he took from the losing patrons now. Ami, Usagi, Makoto and Minako watched the young man now making his way to the trenchcoated figure, now taking an arm and raising it.

“RAPHAEL WINS!” Danny shouted.

The trenchcoated figure now grunted in celebration of his easily won victory. Danny lowered the fighter’s arm down, and now looked around to see if there would be anyone else willing to participate. The young man held up a wad of crash, as if he were offering it to anyone who was daring enough to step up.

“Does anyone want to face Raphael? Anybody? Any takers?” Danny Pennington spoke loudly.

Suddenly, there was movement in the shadows— and out stepped a young, beautiful woman with raven hair which flowed freely, and she donned on what appeared to be a red and white sailor outfit with a red broch and purple bows on her chest, and perhaps to the patrons’ surprise— a pair of beautiful red heels. The young woman then pointed to the trenchcoated figure and spoke in a powerful and commanding tone of voice.

“You might fool these people with your terrible disguise, but you most certainly don’t fool me! You won’t get away with your nefarious ways of harming human beings! I am Sailor Mars! In the name of Mars, I’ll punish you with the flames of war!”

Usagi, Minako, Makoto and Ami widened their eyes at what was happening here. However, the introduction which Sailor Mars had given out seemed to be entirely missed by the patrons, Danny, and the trenchcoated figure named Raphael. Danny looked over to Raphael, and then back over to the sailor suited young woman.

“I… don’t understand any Japanese, but I’m guessing she wants a piece of you, man.” Danny raised a brow.

Immediately, Sailor Mars flicked her wrists and by sheer will, two balls of flame now erupted out from her hands as a demonstration of her own very power. Rei even briefly seemed to hover off the ground as she focused her power, preparing herself to fight the hidden enemy she had sensed earlier. The crowd now gasped at the demonstration of power that Sailor Mars put on, and already several people were rushing over to the red youth.

“YO, I GOT FIVE HUNDRED ON LADY LEGS OVER THERE!” One patron shouted, holding a few one-hundred-dollar bills in his grasp.

“FIVE HUNDRED ON THE FIRE BABE!” Another shouted.

“SEVEN HUNDRED FOR RAPHAEL!” Yet another patron shouted, holding cash out.

Danny Pennington was already collecting the bets from the clamoring patrons. After collecting the cash, he turned around and now watched as Raphael now seemed to be reaching into his coat. But then he quickly discarded the fedora and the trench coat, now revealing himself to the patrons in the dim light of the alley. Danny grinned and chuckled as he shook his head from side to side, realizing that now this was going to be a fight between a girl who could manipulate flames, and…. a giant Turtle with a red mask and brown pads. Well, he might as well get used to seeing things like this. Between last weeks fights with the Japanese fighter in the white gi and red headband who could fire energy from his hands, and these two strange participants, stranger days might be waiting for the red youth. Danny smirked as the crowd cheered, now getting ready to watch what could be one hell of a fight.
Raphael moved his hands down to his belt, now taking a hold of his twin sai. He spun the weapons with speed and skill, gripping the handles firmly to stop them from spinning as he set himself in his own fighting posture. Sailor Mars focused on her flames, now causing them to briefly explode in her palms as plumes of fire dispersed around her as she glared to the red masked mutant Turtle.

“REI-CHAN! YAMETE!” Usagi shouted.

Makoto pulled Usagi back as the crowd began to gather once more, cheering in excitement for this upcoming fight. Ami, Minako, Makoto and Usagi watched worriedly for their fiery friend.

Danny took several steps back, moving a safe distance away from the two combatants. He now set his sights down on the roll of cash in his grasp, now counting the money before he set his sights onto the flaming girl and the red masked Turtle, smirking and nodding his head, knowing that a lot of money was going to be made tonight.

A group of shadows would converge with one taller figure standing out amongst the rest of them. And this figure, clad in armor that was adorned with blades and a helmet which was reminiscent of a Samurai kabuto, made his way towards the edge of the rooftop, glaring down at the alley below.

“The Turtle has been drawn out as according to our plan. Good. But the woman of fire is someone new, unexpected. And that alone warrants her as a potential threat to our goal. The Foot cannot, and will not, allow this unexpected element to go unchecked and established. We will let these two fight and whoever is left standing… Will be vulnerable to extermination. I, Oroku Saki, the Shredder… command this.”

Slowly, many of the Foot ninja who had arrived with their leader slowly drew whatever weapons they had brought with them. Weapons ranging from ninjato swords, kama blades, bo-staffs, nunchaku… The Foot would be ready to pounce into action at the orders of their master.
But Oroku Saki was curious… Who would be left standing between the sailor suited girl and the Turtle?