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From one of the side doors a figure appears, tall and broad-shouldered, and steps out into the arena.

She adjusts the green wraps around her hands, muscles tensing under her skin. Tattoos crawl up both arms and across shoulders, disappearing under her midriff-baring top.

Grace saunters up into the ring and takes a slow look around, waiting for an opponent.

She's ready to fight.

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The other door opens and another figure emerges into the room.

There's a hard, determined stare in Donna Troy's eyes as she makes her way into the ring.

Locking eyes with her opponent, the Amazon in her stirs. She's thirsting for the fight to begin.

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Her lips curl up in a grin, more of a baring of her teeth than an actual smile.

One hand clenches into a fist, and she takes a step toward Donna. And another, and with one more leap is swinging that fist at Donna's face.

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Donna lets out a chuckle.

She's been trained by the fiercest warriors alive. She won't fall down that easily.

She lets it seem as if Grace's punch is going to connect with her face. She quickly, nimbly, leaps to the side, just barely dodging the punch.

Grace won't fall easily.

Luckily, neither will Donna.

Letting out a battle cry, she leaps into the air and aims a kick at Grace's face.

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A kick that lands solidly, snapping Grace's head to the side.

She almost goes down. Almost, catching herself with one knee and a fist hitting the mat with a thump.

It's stable enough to allow her to take a leap at Donna, catching her at waist-level with a shoulder and driving her towards one of the support posts.

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Donna's got off-guard by Grace's next attack.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. First rule of any form of combat training, never let your guard down, even for a second.

"Ooof," she's slammed up against a support post.

Not that that means she's out or anything. Donna curls up so that her knees almost are about at the level of Grace's stomach. She pushes forward, shoving her weight against the other woman in order to free herself.

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Grace's heels slide across the mat as Donna pushes.

Best to get her away, so Grace punches her in the stomach, hard. And again.

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Donna grimaces as the fist makes contact with her stomach. She counters the second one, and then proceeds to respond with a few blows of her own.

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Grace curls under the impacts of the hits, grunting with each one.

With a sudden movement she grabs Donna by the shoulders and brings her in close, close enough that her breath can be felt on Donna's lips.

"You're not going to last out this one, Princess. I can guarantee it." Her head is turned slightly as if she is about to kiss Donna, a slight smile playing across her lips.

And then Grace headbutts her, her forehead hitting Donna squarely on the nose with a sickening crack.

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"Ugh." Donna wipes some of the blood that's now coming out of her freshly broken nose off her face.

"I don't know there," she says, leaping back up to land a kick on Grace's chest, "I guarentee you I can take quite the beating."

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She takes the kick and flies backwards, falling back on her ass onto the mat.

"Too bad, sug. It'd be a good time figurin' out where your limits were." A wider grin this time, tinged with more than a little lechery.

Jumping to her feet, Grace gestures towards her. Her sides ache from the blows, and there's a cut on her forehead from the headbutt.

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Donna responds with a grin of her own.

"I don't think you're going to be finding out about those limits any time soon," she says a look of mock sympathy, "Terribly sorry."

Donna doesn't make a move just yet, though she gives Grace a "bring it on" look. She's also getting a throbbing headache from the pain in her nose, though the bleeding isn't as heavy as it was a couple of minutes ago.

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Only one way to go here, otherwise they'll just walk circles around each other.

Grace is ready to take a few hits, in the interest of landing a few of her own.

So she sprints towards Donna, ending it with a hard uppercut to Donna's chin.

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They've finally made it through the masses of rogues, villains, and salesmen to a clear spot, just in time to see the uppercut.

"OW, that looked like it left a ma..." He stops, jaw dropped.

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Dillon raises an eyebrow.

"That looks a lot like.."

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"Impossible. She's..." Blake closes his eyes, trying to sift through the environment and read the area. "...what the hell?"

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"Hmm..." A figure in a heavy cloak has a large seat near the front, and looks casually over to Catman and The Top.

"I'm ssssure you'd agree she'd make a fine agent, that one." He points at the mirrored Grace. "If she survives this exercise, I may have to purchase her."

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He's distracted by that enough to jumble his smelling.

"How'd he get a chair?...nevermind." Blake looks him up and down. "Purchase? Well, I'll have to introduce you to someone." He shoves the Top forward. "You two can negotiate prices and that sort of thing. I'm just going to get a better look up front. Not a numbers guy, you know." Giving a tight-lipped smile, he brushes Dillon's shoulder off and moves through the crowd.

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Dillon raises an eyebrow at the shove, but takes it in stride, straightening his collar as he addresses Kobra.

"So, Chickapalooza, huh? You know, Grace would probably do whatever it is you want to hire her for, for free."

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"Sssomehow I doubt that. But if you believe she would willingly sssubmit to having the ssseed of the ssserpentsss growing in her womb..." Kobra rubs his chin and looks at her appreciatively.

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"I don't know, man, you should ask. she's into all kinds of kinky stuff."

He glances around, looking for the concession stands.

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Stood by the concession stands is Dr. Alchemy, looking over two books seemingly written backwards, and weighing them both in his hands. He barely looks up to see the Top, but murmurs a greeting anyway.

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Donna smirks. She'd expected this.

She manages to just barely doge around the uppercut, as the brunt of it connects with her arm as she dodges off to the side.

Donna leaps into the air, aiming a hard kick at Grace's collarbone.

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It hits with a loud CRACK, and Grace actually screams in pain, a harsh sound that echoes across the room. Her shoulder droops forward at an odd angle and she cradles her arm close to the body, stumbling back a few steps.

Must work through the pain.

Just move.

And she leaps forward and grabs Donna by the front of her sparkling uniform, lifting her off the ground. Ignoring the grinding sound of bone against bone.

With another scream Grace tosses Donna over her head and directly into another support pillar.

Edited Date: 2009-04-23 04:37 am (UTC)

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Catman grumbles to himself as he pulls his cowl on, fixing his gear high above the fighting area. Once he does, he glances downward, flipping his phone open and speed-dialing.

"Not sure where you are...okay, that's wrong. I think I know exactly where you are. But, that's not monitor duty. And if you're shamming it for, for whatever. I'm going to deal with that when I return. There's better be a good explanation."

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She loses her guard for a second, thinking Grace to be down with that hit.

Donna can hear the sound of the grinding bone as she's smashed into a support pillar.

She lets out an almost bloodthirsty grin. Her opponent is weakening. Victory is near...but she's not about to let up now. Fight until the opponent is down, that's what the Amazons taught her.

She laughs, a kick in the direction of Grace's stomach.

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She's off her game, now. Even with the adrenaline rushing through her, the pain is creeping in and everything in her vision is blurry around the edges.

The kick lands hard, her breath whooshing out in a gasp, and she grabs Donna's leg by the ankle.

Hoping to pull her off of her feet, at least long enough to regain her breath.

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"Getting desperate are we?" Donna says with a laugh as she goes to the ground, extending her hands forward to break her fall.

She turns her head to give Grace a wide grin, "Stupid, stupid move there, my dear."

Using the leg that isn't gripped by Grace's hand, she uses to her free leg to aim a powerful kick at Grace's head.

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It's at the right angle and Grace's head snaps back, eyes rolling back in her head as she falls straight back onto the mat.

No movement, except for the slight rise and fall of her chest.

All around the ring, the crowd is crying out for blood.

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Donna frees herself from Grace's now limp grip. She stands over Grace, her eyes have a hungry look in them.

The crowd wants blood? She'll give it to them. She's tired and worn out, but she's going to finish this.

Donna grabs Grace at the waist and manages to settle the heavier woman over her shoulder. She kicks off the ground, flying high above the ring. She lifts Grace over her head. Letting out a battle cry, she flings her full force at the ground.

The crowd cheers, knowing who the victor of the battle is.

Donna slowly goes back to the ground, looking at Grace's still body.

"That was a shame," she says, tucking a sweaty strand of hair behind her ear, "I was hoping you'd put up a better fight."

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Catman circles in the rafters above, watching stone-faced at the broken form of his teammate.

He eyes the stasis field surrounding the arena, and starts looking for a way behind, or in the backstage area. He closes his eyes and makes a blind leap, falling into the darkness nearby.

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The backstage area is not easily gotten to. Not without someone getting in his way. Roulette has hired excellent security and built an even better system to protect her fighters. Not to mention Roulette herself having a vested interest in not allowing others into the back.

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Belle Brawl sounds more than promising. Especially when its at a venue that's relaxing and off the grid enough for Catman and some of his teammates.

Being registered heroes has its advantages, however being who they are? No one would question there appearance.

"Belle Brawl, huh?" Blake shrugs and moves to the fighting arena. "Maybe they finally wised up and got the Body Doubles and spaghetti oil happening."

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"They'd probably shoot you if they heard you say that. I'm betting we get a Power Girl lookalike, at best."

Dillon shrugs.

"Still, a chickfight is a chickfight."

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"And tell your boy to turn down the Aqua Velva." His nose bristles as they move past Weather Wizard and a few other rogues. "Its interfering with my White Russians."

Blake's trying to get a vantage point of the fight. But the crowd is making that almost impossible, save for a glimpse of motion on the inside.

"A lookalike's better than what you're taking home. Usually adds up to nothing, or some lonely Titans-chaser."

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"Watch the mouth, Blake. Remember, I can give your testicles a 720 degree turn with a stray thought - Bob Barker would thank me, after all."

He's too distracted by the spectacle below to put in the proper mocking tone, though.

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"Shut up, Dillon. Something's...there's something missing in this fight." He nods to the shapes. "If we can get a better view...make yourself useful and clear space."

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In a darkened chamber with something in the walls that seems to be preventing her from breaking out, "Supergirl" furiously exercises. She had been told via a speaker that she would have to fight for her freedom, and didn't doubt that whoever her opponents were, they would no doubt be of some potent skill.

But something deep down felt wrong. She couldn't remember much beyond fighting Bizarro by that cruise liner the other week and... Something really does feel wrong. If only she could see herself. It was like her face felt different. Or her hair. No. Something indescribable.

If she was certain nobody was watching her in this chamber, she would take off these clothes and feel to see what was different. Something is certainly different. It's something in her mind. Something about her personality. Yes! But to determine what...

She clears her throat. "Hello?" She only speaks softly, but is certain their are other "fighters" in chambers adjoining hers. If she could find out who they were, maybe she could get some answers.

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"Hello," comes a soft, sultry reply.

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"Who is that?" Supergirl doesn't recognise the voice. She moves closer to the wall it sounds like this woman is behind.

"Where are we?" Kara's voice is still low. She's been a cross between angry and scared since waking up here.

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"I'm the pretty bird all the boys want. Who're you?"

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"... nobody." She doesn't want to say Supergirl, and she definitely doesn't want to say Kara Zor-El.

She's only a teenager. She may have great powers, but being stuck in a dark box is a particularly horrid thing. She sits down and pulls her knees up to her chin.

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There is a low, throaty chuckle heard through the wall. "You won't last long here if you're nobody. If you can't fight, you can't win."

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