Ladies and Gentlemen!

[jla-forgotten.livejournal.com]

"Tonight, I bring you a special treat. Tonight, I bring you a fight that you will remember and that you will not want to miss." Roulette is in her box, not having lowered it tonight. The fights so far have been okay, they've featured low level names and while they're been entertaining, haven't exactly gotten the crowd going the way she's wanted.

They haven't been yelling yet.

"The ladies who are about to fight need no introduction. I'll let their skills speak for them."

And with that, the lights in the arena lower until there are only two spolights shining on the fight floor where the combatants will appear.

Turning toward her compatriot, Roulette grins, "This ought to be good fun."

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[spirit-of-truth.livejournal.com]

A figure steps into one of the spotlights, head down so that all that can be seen is glistening black hair falling in waves around her shoulders.

She is wrapped in a midnight blue velvet cloak that puddles on the floor around her feet.

After a moment she lifts her head, looking up at the box where Roulette and her compatriot sits. Light from the spotlight sparks first off of the golden tiara, and then from the bracers as her hands reach from under the cloak to unclasp it, letting it slide to the floor.

The noise from the crowd swells at the sight, changing pitch to something darker, a cry for blood.

Diana smiles at this, baring her teeth at the sound.

[x-superkara-x.livejournal.com]

"I can do this... I can do this..." Supergirl steps into her spotlight, in costume, and squinting ever so slightly. It takes her a second or two to realise she's looking at Wonder Woman.

"Dia- Wonder Woman? What are you doing here?" Kara is visibly shocked. She was expecting to be fighting someone like Giganta, or Cheetah, or some other villainous female.

[spirit-of-truth.livejournal.com]

The answer is short.

"Killing you."

And she springs at Supergirl, aiming for her midsection as the lights come up around the fighting ring to illuminate the action.

[x-superkara-x.livejournal.com]

Kara wasn't quite expecting that, and catches the blow full in the midriff with a loud crack and a yell of pain. Wonder Woman is of course, rather strong.

"What... What are you..." She raises an arm to defend her face.

[spirit-of-truth.livejournal.com]

"I told you, little one. I mean to kill you, but not before making an example of you."

She grabs Supergirl around the throat and rises into the air, barely squeezing, but still enough to bruise her skin.

A second later Supergirl is thrown at full force into the mat, with Wonder Woman hovering above her with arms crossed and a fierce grin still on her lips.

[x-superkara-x.livejournal.com]

Supergirl takes in a couple of breaths, recovering from the brutal attack in short order. She's a Kryptonian. Time to use the powers her race gave her. No more time for chat or begging; instead she just mouths sorry as she suddenly shoots up from the ground and brings a fist to bear on Wonder Woman's chin.

Not intending to lose any momentum, she then kicks upwards and further into the air, followed be a speedy descent, intending to drive both booted feet into the top of Wonder Woman's head.

[spirit-of-truth.livejournal.com]

And it connects, hard, and Diana barely has a chance to react before the hit from above.

She's able to duck her head forward to catch the hit on her shoulders, and lands on the floor with an impact that shakes the glass surrounding the ring.

This is more like the fight she's looking for, and Diana bolts back into the air, sweeping her leg around to kick Supergirl into one of the support columns.

[x-superkara-x.livejournal.com]

Supergirl catches the kick hard in the chest, and behind it is the strength bestowed upon Wonder Woman by the Greek Gods. And that kind of strength doesn't really care which planet you're from, as is shown by the speed and distance Supergirl flies after the blow connects, her arm and shoulder striking the support column hard.

"Haahhhh..." Supergirl takes a sharp intake of breath. She can feel ribs broken and her arm dislocated. Time to fight back from a distance... Taking in a deep whoosh of air, she expels a cone of freezing wind towards the amazon.

[amirrorcracked.livejournal.com]

"Oh aye, this is the one ah fancied stickin' around to see." Mirror Master leans forward over the edge of their box, and waves at some of his Keystone City compatriots in the crowd. "Twats."

"Oh, ah just thought I'd let you know... There was sommit tha' went wrong wiya Supergirl mirroring..." He smiles, and lights a cigarette.

[jla-forgotten.livejournal.com]

"Oh? Something wrong?"

This is not something she wants to hear as the match is about to begin.

[amirrorcracked.livejournal.com]

"Jus' a theory. Nothing more." He takes a drag on the cigarette as the mirror version of Wonder Woman leaps at Supergirl.

"Ah'm thinking that mebbe she was refracted, instead o' reflected. Yeh've gotta know a little about mirrors, but..." He holds up a mirror, that he pulls from his pocket. "Look at tha', head on. Now, if you do that I get a clear reflection. Let's say you look at it from an angle though. Maybe a ray of light hits it too. The image is distorted. The reflection ain't complete."

He puts the mirror away, and smokes some more before continuing. "It doesn't happen often, mind. I jus' doubt she'll 'ave the same fightin' spirit as the others. She may be more like the real thing. Tragic, really." He grins. "But that's why my money's on Wonder Woman."

[jla-forgotten.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh."

Roulette looks down at the ring as the lights come back up and the fight begins in earnest. "I'd prefer to know these things before the fight starts next time."

[amirrorcracked.livejournal.com]

"We got to 'ave some secrets though, don't we darling?" Mirror Master grins at Roulette, and gives her behind a slap.

[jla-forgotten.livejournal.com]

"You do that again and I'll stick you in a pitch black oubliette with no reflective surfaces for a year." Roulette doesn't even look toward him after he does it but he can till she's not pleased.

[amirrorcracked.livejournal.com]

Mirror Master scowls, and leaning on the railing, blows smoke towards Roulette. "Mastermind yeh may be, but ah've got the control over these reflections. If ah wanted to, ah could shatter them like *that*." He runs his finger over a panel in his sleeve, and the effect on Supergirl is obvious, as he gestures with a nod towards her.

[shotyoudeadbang]

Now this is surprising. Floyd isn't sure how Roulette is pulling this off - clones, other dimensions, mind control, whatever - but these chicks look a hell of a lot like the real thing... and chick fights are always hot.

Lighting up another cigarette, he leans back in his seat to watch do-gooders do bad. So far, worth the money.

[jla-bellereve.livejournal.com]

"Deadshot." Heat Wave takes a seat next to the assassin, and stares intently at the end of his cigarette.

[shotyoudeadbang]

"Got it in one," comes the nonchalant response, as Floyd gives Heat Wave not much more than a glance. Although he does puff out some smoke out of the other side of his mouth. No reason to be overly rude yet.

"Who do you have in this fight?"

[jla-bellereve.livejournal.com]

Heat Wave manages to break his focus from Deadshot's cigarette, to watch the two women pounding the crap out of one another. "Oh yeah, the fight... I put a lot more than I can afford on Wonder Woman. I used to be a fan, back in the day."

[shotyoudeadbang]

Floyd smirks a little.

"Yeah, I took you for a guy who wears star-spangled panties under his big tough costume. So how do you figure they're pulling this off? No way these are the real deals."

[jla-bellereve.livejournal.com]

Heat Wave shrugs, his asbestos-lined outfit shifting slightly. "I noticed McCulloch up there." He points at the box that Roulette is standing in. "They could be projections from some mirror dimension, maybe. I don't get the science. But from what I've seen, they don't shatter like his usual projections do... So I'm not sure."

[shotyoudeadbang]

One glance up tells him this guy's on the right track. Not familiar enough with the Rogues to know the ins and outs of their tricks. "Maybe he had to team up with Roulette to figure out how to make 'em stick."

[jla-villains.livejournal.com]

Sonar, on the other hand, would wager Roulette's got Dr. Light and Mirror Master waiting in the wings. If only because he heard stories of what those two pulled off in the Injustice Gang from Roy Bivolo.

Scowling, he pulls his cap lower, not wanting to be recognized. The truth is, he still owes Roulette a favor. And knowing her, it'd end up being something singularly unpleasant.

He's scowling for another reason too. He put his money on Supergirl, and right now she's getting her butt kicked.

[jla-bellereve.livejournal.com]

"Oh, come! That's hardly fair!!" The Fiddler points with his chin at Supergirl. "Her arm's clean dislocated! I didn't see Wonder Woman hit her there, so she must have started the fight like that!"

[jla-villains.livejournal.com]

Okay. That rips it.

Sonar rises to his feet, his face red beneath the baseball cap.

"That match was rigged! I want my money back!"

He'll be damned if he throws good money away on some lousy parlor trick fight.