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Good match. I'll vote for the woman without pants. 😋

Good match. I don't know much about Forge. I'll go ahead and vote for The Creeper.

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THE GANGLAND WARS: Part 11     CONTINUED FROM PART 10   I eased the sedan across the bridge leaving the Divided District behind. The farther we drove, the more Harvey Dent's territory faded in the rearview mirror. The Divided District always felt like two cities stitched together by stubbornness. Half of the buildings looked as though they had survived a war. The other half looked like someone had tried to rebuild them before running out of money and patience. Burned storefronts stood beside freshly painted businesses. Every block carried Harvey's fingerprints, from the coin-operated laundromats to old courthouses converted into rackets East Island was different. The roads widened. Neon signs began replacing broken marquees. High-rise office buildings overlooked sleek restaurants and expensive nightclubs. Japanese and American architecture blended together in a way that somehow worked. Giant electronic billboards glowed above immaculate sidewalks while expensive sports cars shared the streets with delivery trucks and black luxury sedans. Mr. Big rested one arm on the open window as he admired the skyline. "Southtown." I glanced over. "What?" "Geese always had expensive tastes,” Mr. Big replied.  He pointed toward a gleaming office tower crowned with golden lighting. "When we came here, he remodeled half this district. Didn't just buy buildings, he changed them,” Mr. Big explained.  "He wanted this place to remind him of home." I looked to the streets again. It wasn't hard to imagine. Everything projected money, power, and confidence. "So..." I finally asked. "You really think your plan's going to work?" Mr. Big chuckled. "You've met Yamazaki." "I have." "You think Harvey Dent survives a meeting with him?" I remembered the madman's grin. The way he'd stolen the Jin Scroll from my hands without me even realizing he'd moved. "No," I admitted. "I don't." "There you go." Mr. Big folded his arms. "Harvey's already dead. He just hasn't figured it out yet." I let that hang in the air for another mile before asking my next question. "So, when are you taking me to Tommy Shelby?" "All in due time." I frowned. "I guess that means we're meeting with Geese first." "No." He answered immediately. "I've been gone for a while. I need to check on my own place." He pointed toward a side street. "Take the next right." The building looked more like an upscale social club than a criminal headquarters. The first floor housed a lively bar with polished hardwood floors, liquor shelves stretching from floor to ceiling, and a small stage where a jazz trio was entertaining local patrons.  It looked elegant, yet comfortable. Just respectable enough that nobody would immediately suspect the second and third floors belonged to one of Geese Howard's most trusted lieutenants if his name wasn’t on everything. Mr. Big climbed out of the car. "Come on." Inside, several men immediately stood. "Boss!" "Mr. Big!" One hurried over. "How'd it go?" Mr. Big removed his gloves. "We lost some people." The room grew quiet. He shrugged. "Means there's more money left for the rest of you." The mood instantly improved. A few men laughed. Mr. Big smiled. "Overall? It was a tremendous success. We're just waiting for the last dominoes to fall. Then everything changes." A woman's amused voice drifted across the room. "Well, look what the cat finally dragged back home.” The woman leaned casually against the mahogany bar with a crystal martini glass balanced effortlessly between the fingers of her black leather glove. The woman was stunning in the sort of way that immediately made a room quieter. She had short silver-white hair and an expression on her face suggesting she was enjoying a joke that no one else had been let in on. She wore a sleeveless black ribbed turtleneck that hugged her figure, tucked into fitted charcoal leather trousers. Matching leather gloves and knee-high black boots completed the outfit. Her English accent only enhanced the sophisticated air she projected as she smiled lazily at Mr. Big.     "I was beginning to think I'd have to take over this establishment myself. I was even thinking about how I would redecorate." Mr. Big sighed. "Christie." She looked around theatrically. “Don’t get me wrong, it all looks lovely." She swirled her drink. "But. it could use a woman's touch." Mr. Big laughed. "If I'm ever looking for decorating advice, I’ll think of you.” "I do appreciate that." She took another sip. "So, what exactly have you been doing?" "Oh, just a little business,” Mr. Big replied nonchalantly. "What sort of business?" Christie inquired. "The profitable kind." Christie narrowed her eyes playfully. "You know, you're becoming terribly evasive." Mr. Big crossed his arms. "Why do you care?" "I'm nosy,” she answered with a grin. Mr. Big shook his head. "If you are so concerned about this bar, and enjoy hanging here so much, you should work here,” he suggested. She laughed. "As what? A bouncer." Mr. Big shrugged. "I haven't had a decent one since King." Christie nearly spit out her drink. "Oh, absolutely not. I've no intention of dressing like a man." "There isn't a dress code." "There is if I'm working,” stated Christie.  She laughed again. “And besides, the thought of remaining in one location all day positively nauseates me." She gave him a mischievous smile. "I also rather doubt you could afford my hourly rate." Her eyes drifted toward me. She studied me carefully. Almost too carefully. "Did Nina bring you to the East Island?" "Nina?" I repeated. It was clear I had no idea who she was referring to. She tilted her head. "Som she didn't." "No. I came looking for Tommy Shelby. And the Peaky Blinders," I declared. Christie raised an eyebrow. "An Irish-looking gentleman. .comes to East Island searching for Tommy Shelby. yet somehow arrives with Mr. Big first. How curious." I wasn't sure what to say or what she was trying to imply. But it was clear something about our pairing intrigued her. "’I’ve got some work to do, but I’m certain we'll meet again. One way. or another,” said Christie. She walked past me with effortless confidence before disappearing to the outside. Mr. Big waited until she was gone before speaking. "That was Christie. She’s a professional assassin and tournament fighter that Geese hired off a recommendation from Billy Kane,” he explained. “Geese really likes his killers,” I observed. “Absolutely. He especially likes killers who don't need weapons. He likes martial artists. People who can walk into a tournament or a street fight and come out alive." “I imagine Christie fits that description like a black glove,” I stated. Mr. Big nodded. "Yeah, so does that other new girl he brought on, Nina" That was the second time that name had been brought up, and I should have known then I was destined to cross paths with her.  Mr. Big soon disappeared upstairs. Hours passed. The afternoon quietly surrendered to evening then evening became night. I sat near the bar nursing a cup of coffee while trying not to attract attention. Eventually, the truth dawned on me. Mr. Big wasn't waiting because he was tired or behind on personal business, He was stalling. That's why he'd dodged Christie's questions. It’s why he hadn't rushed to Geese despite being in the presence of someone possessing one of the Jin Scrolls.  He was waiting for confirmation that Harvey Dent was dead Mr. Big wanted to approach Geese carrying one of Geese Howard's greatest prizes while announcing he'd eliminated one of East Island's biggest rivals before the war that he himself had started even got off the ground. He wanted to present Geese with a finished masterpiece, not a work in progress. One thing became painfully clear, Mr. Big had launched this entire operation without Geese's approval. A television mounted above the liquor shelves interrupted my thoughts Breaking news tonight from the Theatre District,,." The bartender turned up the volume. "The Circus has unexpectedly canceled tonight's and all future performances after only a few weeks in town. The performers themselves appear to have vanished without explanation. Anyone holding tickets should contact the venue regarding refunds." I couldn't help smiling. Jay, Lark, and Raven, they'd done it. The Circus of Crime was gone. For the first time all day, I relaxed. I wished I were back in the Theatre District. Working for Whitney, learning from Lark. being somewhere that almost felt comfortable. Mr. Big's booming voice interrupted my thoughts. "You were right." I looked toward the entrance. Standing beside Mr. Big was the strangest man I'd seen since arriving in Gangland. The man was tall and unnaturally slender, wearing an elegant black Chinese robe embroidered with intricate golden dragons. His long brown hair fell past his shoulders before being gathered into an impossibly long braided queue that extended nearly to his knees, secured beneath a traditional white cap decorated with crimson patterns. Rather than standing normally, he seemed to drift in place, perfectly balanced and completely silent. "Duo Lon, everything you told me was true,” Mr. Big proclaimed. "We're about to enjoy the fruits of our labor." The man didn’t immediately respond.  Mr. Big frowned. "What're you doing here, Duo Lon?" Duo Lon answered with one word. "Waiting." Mr. Big chuckled. "For confirmation?" Duo Lon slowly shook his head. "No." A new voice echoed from the entrance. "He was waiting for us." Every conversation inside the bar stopped as a group of men entered. At their head walked a man in a charcoal three-piece suit that fit him impeccably. A long black overcoat hung from his body and dark sunglasses concealed his eyes . His black hair was combed carefully to one side without a strand out of place, and his hands remained tucked casually inside the pockets of his coat as if he were taking an evening stroll instead of a tense showdown. Everything about him projected calm professionalism. It was Mr. Chang of the Triad. Unlike many crime bosses, Mr. Chang had no need to raise his voice or posture aggressively. His authority came from quiet confidence and the certainty that everyone else in the room already understood who was in control.   Behind him came half a dozen armed Triad soldiers. And beside them, a man I recognized instantly from the meeting alongside China White and Whitney. He wore a simple black Chinese martial arts jacket fastened with white frog buttons over matching black trousers, the plain attire making him appear almost modest compared to everyone else in the room. His face was calm, focused and betrayed almost no emotion. Even standing perfectly still, there was an unmistakable intensity about him that made the room feel unease, as though violence could erupt the instant someone gave him a reason.  It was clear, he recognized me too even after all the work Melvin had put in to change my appearance.  Without warning, gunfire erupted. Mr. Chang's men moved with terrifying precision. Within seconds, Mr. Big's guards collapsed across the polished floor. Patrons dove for cover. Bartenders screamed. The jazz trio never had a chance. The extreme violence was almost immediately followed by eerie silence. Only Mr. Big remained standing. Duo Lon drifted toward me. His sleeve shifted, revealing a hidden blade. His eyes stopped on the Jin Scroll tucked beneath my arm. He froze. The man in the martial arts jacket quietly spoke several words in Chinese to Mr. Chang who smiled. "Whitney always was clever,” stated Mr. Chang. He looked toward Duo Lon. "Stand down." The assassin obeyed immediately.     Mr. Big stared in disbelief. "What the hell is this!?!" Mr. Chang calmly adjusted his cuffs. "You failed." "Impossible!" Mr. Big exclaimed. "Harvey Dent killed Ryuji Yamazaki,” Mr. Chang explained. "The opposite outcome never occurred." For the first time since meeting him, Mr. Big genuinely looked shaken. "No...There are still moves," he insisted. "There are no moves left for you." Mr. Chang interjected. He took a seat and folded his hands. "If it's any consolation, it was always destined to end this way." "What are you talking about?" asked Mr. Big "The Triad hired the Flying Brigands." Mr. Chang gestured toward Duo Lon. “To track the Jin Scrolls after we sold them to Madam Masque, and to leak all that information to you.” “I know,” interrupted Mr. Big. “You wanted Harvey dead, you wanted his territory. In exchange for getting the scrolls for me, I would get that job done. Then I would offer the scrolls to Geese and ask for East Island.” Mr. Chang laughed. "You actually believed that was the end?" His jovial smile temporarily vanished. "Our intention was to eliminate you immediately afterward. Geese no longer has to worry about an ambitious subordinate that was operating without his knowledge, and the other bosses appreciate that we took out the man who didn’t know his place and went after Harvey Dent." Realization spread across the face of Mr. Big "Meanwhile, we quietly assume control of the Divided District,” Mr. Chang concluded. He sighed. “Unfortunately, you failed. So now claiming Harvey's territory becomes significantly more complicated. But fortunately for you, I doubt you’ll be around much longer to have to deal with that fallout.” Mr. Big clenched his fists. "So why am I still breathing?" Mr. Chang gestured toward the man that had backed up China White during the initial sale of the scrolls. "This is Wah Sing Ku. He is one of the Triad's most respected martial enforcers. He also possesses a particular dislike for arrogant Americans." Mr. Big scowled. Mr. Chang continued. "He requested the privilege of dealing with you personally and he has earned the right to request such things.” Mr. Chang took a minute to look around at the bar. "It also seemed appropriate," he added.  "Geese Howard values fighters in his crew, so one of his  top guys should have every opportunity to fight his way out of disaster." Mr. Big and Wah Sing Ku stared at each other with mutual loathing.  "If you defeat Wah Sing Ku we'll leave," Mr. Chang promised. “You have my word. You may then try to explain everything to Geese Howard while avoiding the wrath of Two-Face. Not exactly an easy thing to escape to.” Wah Sing Ku's gaze shifted toward me. He quietly spoke another sentence in Chinese to Mr. Chang. "He recognizes you," stated Mr. Chang. "He also remembers you were acting on Madam Masque's behalf. We have no quarrel with Whitney. You are free to leave." I looked at Mr. Big. The revelation that I was working for Madam Masque caught him off guard. Although he had more pressing issues to deal with.  He gave me a tired smile. "You really do have the Luck of the Irish." Whitney's voice echoed inside my head. "Make the smart decisions." Not the brave ones, not the loyal ones, the smart ones. I tightened my grip on the Jin Scroll. Then I walked toward the exit. Behind me, I heard two sets of footsteps. I glanced back one final time. Mr. Big slowly raised his fists while Wah Sing Ku stepped into his stance. Then I stepped out into the East Island night, leaving the outcome of their fight, and Mr. Big's fate, to be decided behind closed doors.

Im so sorry everyone, the virus I had got passed around family and I have been stuck taking care of everyone. I need a little bit to shake the yips and figure out what I was doing before all of this.      Plan for the draft to end Saturday August 1st and the matches will appear shortly there after.    Again I apologize.

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Season 4   2 on 2   tournament   round 1 Match 123 Location: Villain's lair (self-destruct in five minutes) Season 4 rules   The pairs have fought each other before teaming up. So they’ve been on the receiving end of their partners capabilities.   Sized-down factor- applies to giant characters such and Kaiju and mecha, reducing them to human size so that they can fairly engage with normal sized characters.   In the case of mecha, realize that the pilot is still inside basically shrunk down so there’s a little man inside the robot that can be dealt with to win the match. If the pilot can’t control his machine he looses.   Unless stated specifically to the contrary, all characters are ‘in character’. Good guys will try to subdue or knock out or whatever. Those who are willing to kill if the challenge pushes them there will.   Subdue or incapacitated means that a character losses if they are unable to fight for lets say a ten count like in boxing. So healing factors and reincarnating and stuff won’t matter if enough damage is done for a ten count.   Everyone is at base power level.   They have standard equipment that they would normally have access to. For those with extensive arsenals, just assume they have the tools they need to get the job done if it’s something they would have if they knew what they were getting into.

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