"Big and Shiny"

Lt. JG Klaus Fienberg
Lt. JG Kay MacFarland (APC)

Location: Ten-Forward
Soundtrack: Any Sappy, romantic Music you can think up.

The Table was decorated beautifully. The Classic 3 prong candle holder set in the center.

Sadly, only two of the candles would stay lit. Klaus had tried for 15 minuted to get everything perfect, primarily the candle.....he finally gave up.

-This damned candle....is it an Omen?-

Kay walked into Ten-Forward wearing an Betazoid style dress but it also had the colors of her Scotlish clan while her long red hair was up in an tight bun and an red rose threw her ear.

"Hello, love." Kay said in an gentle voice while walking towards him.

Klaus sat in his seat, the smirk of a Maverick on his face. "Have a seat, my dear. The Third candle refuses to light. It almost seems ominous.....but such a thought is a silly one."

Kay sat down at th! e table while looking at him with her dark eyes, "You look handsome tonight love."

"Thank you. You are the most stunning that I have ever seen you. Damn near unbelievable!"

Klaus grabbed a napkin and dropped it on his lap. "Hungry?"

"A little, so what did you cook up?"

"Something Simple. I Learned to make it from a friend in the academy."

A Waiter brough the pot. It was filled with a delicious pasta. Mixed with meat and a top quality sauce.

Kay looked around the place with an smile, "This looks very romantic, can't wait to see what you will do next."

Klaus smirked. "You sure?"

"Of course my love." Kay replied while trying to full of her dish with Klaus's delicious pasta.

"It might.....uh....how do you say.....Blow you away?"

He also filled a plate and took a Bite."I apologize, I've done better."

"I like it Klaus, it taste so good. So what else you got plan tonig! ht night my love."

"You'll see."

Kay looked out the window into the stars, "They're so beautiful Klaus."

"I know this is an overused statement....but, Not as beautiful as you."

The Good Doctor Fidgeted slightly....his hand checking his left pocket.....then quickely coming back up empty....yet relaxed.

About an half an hour later both Klaus and Kay was dancing in each others arm to some slow, romance music.

"I love you Klaus, I so lucky to have you in my life." Kay said while laying her head gentle on his shoulder, feeling like she in heaven.

Following this que as if he had be training for it all his life.....he quickly jerked into his pocket and whipped out the little box.

"Yea....me too."

"What wrong love are you alright?" Kay said looking into his handsome eyes.

"Just open it."

With an light in her eyes the young half Betazoid open the box up, inside was! an three carat diamonad and sappire ring.

"Oh, Klaus!"

"Yes. Erik got it for me. He is often a cheat, and swindler, but he takes care of his friends. Everything that Cmdr. MacAllen has aquired from his has be legitamite."

He took her hand, and put the ring on it. "I think you know what this is for."

"Oh yes, I will marry you an hundred times over I will!" Kay yelled in joy while some tears started to fall from her beautiful face, she was so happy.

Klaus leaned back a bit, finally releived of something he had planned for 2 months BEFORE the shoreleave at Risa, and was forced plan until this day, while at the same time trying to find the ring. The wait was finally over. The Failed romances and relationships that dotted his past finally faded from his heart. The only thing he could screw up now was this marriage, and he'd rather die than do that.

-It Ends, and yet, It begins.-

"Wh! en can we get marriage Imzadi?"

Klaus went into a slight bit of deep thought."On no.....I didn't plan that part......."

Kay then kisses his lips gentle then smile, "Don't worry love we can wait for a little while." -That was easier than I thought. Now for the task at hand.-

"One talk among many"

Major Saladin Bolivar,
Chief Intell

Lt. JG Ahdjiia D'Tinya-Bolivar,
Security

In the afternoon Saladin sipped a glass of tea, he normally had one after his shift. Then he moved one of the spiders off his report he was reading. The spider was a bit pokey as Saladin scooted it off, much like a balky child told to go elsewhere.

Ahdjiia came in off her shift and walked over to Saladin as the spiders started to come out en masse to greet 'mom'. He looked out and smiled at her, "Evening my love."

"How was your day?", she asked as she started her usual greeting of her Little Ones.

"It was... good. I heard there was a hand to hand tournament springing up."

"I know, I signed up for it." His eyes snapped up, she did WHAT? Signed up for a tournament..... in her state?

"Are you sure that is...wise?" Ahdjiia was learning to read that particular look to his eyes as it was coming up quite a bit lately.

"If I could handle the trial the Matriarch set for me, I can handle this.", she said with a soft smile. He stood,

"I am sure you can, but I am concerned for the baby."

"You worry too much.", she chided, still smiling,

"Besides, a physical is required beforehand and I have made an appointment."

He nodded, "When do you have to go?"

"When an opening happens either tonight or tomorrow, plenty of time before the rolls are called for the tournament."

"Would it help if I said I will continue to worry."

"While I am not of the same stock as you, I am still quite hardy.", she smiled as she kissed his cheek. He slipped his arms around her waist and kissed her nose,

"Yes you are my love."

"So you should not worry.", she smiled as she rested her arms on his shoulders.

"To tell me not to worry is like telling you not to baby your little ones." Ahdjiia chuckled. He did have her on that one. "Still, just imagine if the others knew you worried about me."

"And they would never need to know. If they knew, it might ruin my reputation as a hardass."

"Indeed, too many walk on webstrands around you as it is." "Good..." He said with a smile, "They should... only you know of my soft side." "And I treasure that you show it around me alone.", she smiled.

He smiled back, "You are my heart Ahdjiia..."

"As you are mine.", she said as she kissed his nose. He laughed, then kissed her lips softly.

"Time With Friends and Children"

By:
Lt. Commander Rose Isis MacAllen
Karyn Shinta MacAllen
James and Diana MacAllen
Lt. (jg) Kay MacFarland

**Rose's Apartment**

It was around 2000 hours when Rose got home from work. Kay her cousin and the former Asst. Chief of Archology was sitting in the living room happy as she can be rocking little James and Diana to sleep in an near by wooden rocken chair.

Rose smiles when she saw the diamord and sappire ring that Klaus gave just the night before, now Kay was going to marry her lover who loves her with an great passion.

"Hey, Kay how the little babies of mine doing?" the older Betazoid asked while helping Kay put the babies into their little cribs, they look so peaceful as they was sleeping dreaming about their little futures in Starfleet or anything they want to be for that matter.

The older officer looked towards her beautiful, four months children who was an last gift to her from her late husband Rashid who Rose didn't very much think about anymore because it was too much pain to remember what happen to him.

"Rose, are you alright?" the young Kay asked while walking over towards her cousin with an hot cup of tea.

"I'm fine Kay, how did Karyn do today in day care?"

"Oh, fine I think she got an new boyfriend who really likes her. An young four year old Bajoran boy, very handsome."

Rose laughs alittle while Kay sat down by her older cousin with an smile, "She too young to have an boyfriend, but I glad she found an boy that cares about her. Maybe more will then time go by."

Kay then lays her soft head on her cousin's shoulder like she did back in the old days when they where children, "I have an question, I want you to be my maid of honor for my wedding when it comes time."

"I would be honored Kay...now since were on an bit of an shore leave I need to spend time with my children, and my friends."

"Ding! Round 1!"

Lt. Ella Grey,
Assistant Chief Engineer

Kylar Curran,
Chief Liaison Officer

Deck 11
Holodeck 12
Hand to Hand Tourney

This was probably out of spite, she realized as she faced her competitor.

This was probably some sort of defiance towards Victor, she decided, because he probably would say that she wasn't ready.

This was probably stupid, Ella Grey thought.

But she couldn't back down from it now. She got into stance as she had been taught and tried to throw out all mental garbage and focus on the present, the sneering Legate.

Figures, Ella thought as she waited for the ref's whistle to ring. I have to get the one man, well third if you counted Victor and Curtis, who won't goggle over seeing me flash him. She'd found Kira Murphy's technique impressive.

Bring it on, Legate, Ella thought.

Kylar Curran, fresh from his meditation at the anger and outrage Karyn Dallas so effectively brought out in him, needed to find an outlet of sorts that he could relieve the pain that surged through his body each day. The DNA hashing of his Kelvan molecular structure bonding with Terran was increasing with each moment.

At which point, on a curious whim, or maybe a human failing of impulse thinking, when he passed the gymnasium on the way to his quarters to take in his meditation, a sign for an upcoming Hand to Hand tourney had been posted.

Needless to say, after several conversations with crew exercising in the main gym, he thought to enter the tourney. It would be interesting to view first-hand the productivity levels of the species currently on board. That, and he had been challenged by one of the Marines who so audaciously felt the need to insult the Kelvan people.

Now, he had awaited his turn on Holodeck 12, where the matches were taking place, watching several crew members be sent into various states of redress and injury by their peers.

His card came up. Chalking up his fists, he climbed the steps, pulled down the ropes, and stepped into the ring.

As a testament to insulting the Kelvan race yet again, he was put up against a female. But after seeing and hearing of some of the feats these women of the Galaxy had apparently been through, he did not take this one lightly.

Still, he sneered, and took up the standard pose of an opening defense in Andorian kickboxing.

She had a second to register the technique, Victor's aunts were Andorian after all, before she had to block his first punch. She winced slightly as her wrist bone came into contact with his and then sucked it up and attempted to strike back.

When Kylar threw out his first connecting blow, he never did think this girl would fall for it. She looked too... primal. Hungry. This was the instinct he searched for in these Terrans.

How did some of them control it? Others could not, for whatever reason, and this Kelvan was sickened by the flow of irrational logic that came with it in him. Just the mere thought of Karyn Dallas would set him over the edge, making him forget who and what he was. He absolutely despised this form he was encapsulated in. Too long he spent appeasing the humans. Too long in hibernation with this form that had been communicated to them by Kalinda and Rojan while in transit. Too long he ached for a return to the oceans of his homeworld which he would never see again. By now, it would be a dead world.

The woman blocked his blow, and the fire in her eyes caught him. She was unpredictable in her moves he could tell. Not that he was any expert by his own right, but he had been trained in ascertaining truths and plans in his opponents eyes.

The bone-jarring connection of their knuckles sent pains throughout his forearm, but nothing more enduring than the tearing of his molecules each second as his Kelvan DNA fought an endless battle with the parasitic Terran DNA infesting him.

Upon connection, she precisely and methodically struck straight and true at his face, at which he returned a like defense as she had, only to follow it up with a sideways twist and hamstring lunge to her stomach as he edge his body to the side. The crowd roared around them.

Ella doubled over as pain stabbed up through her side then quickly moved out of his way. The pain however could only briefly compete against the annoyance she felt over having been struck. How dare he, Ella thought irrationally.

~~Asshole.~~ She signed before moving in for her attack. She was little, she was quick, and she had taken on a Klingon. Well, it was a holographic Klingon but still....

Ella struck with a fury.

A blur of body parts came at Kylar. Swift jabs pummeled at his upraised arms, battering him into the ropes where all he could do was purely defend himself until she let up. A clip nailed his ear, sending stars at him, and he leaned heavily against the ropes. The crowd roared and stood on their feet clapping wildly.

Thankfully the bell rang, signaling the end of the round.

"Contemplative Dreams"

Lt. Commander Adrian An'quinsos
Assistant Chief Counselor
USS Galaxy

It seemed therein to be a void, the all-encompassing blackness that inhabited the realms between planets, stars and galaxies. Nothing inhabited that damnable place, except time, and even that seemed to be nonexistent within a place so impenetrably dark. Not even sounds could exist within such a consuming area- but then how was he hearing.

Breathing?

His own, along with the slow beating of the heart, echoing like a beacon amidst the impenetrable stuff of shadow. He looked, stared, gazed, everywhere around him; there was darkness, save one place.

The ageless alien drew nearer, his deep, blue eyes taking in a violent maelstrom swirling in colors of blue, green, violet, and silver, forming a mega-vortex which dwarfed his tall, lithe form in size as he drew nearer. Random whispers drifted from it as vapors seeping from a great cauldron. They seemed ghostly, bearing a malevolent; undertone lay out within their words.

"It wasn't right, you remember it don't you... you, Zerhi, maybe even the boy... time twisting, warping... foolish people playing with time... you feel the passage of time differently than others!"

The great, maelstrom swirled faster, growing even more violent as the rotation increased. The flux of energy stung as it hit his face arms and legs, while the winds turbulently flapped the white, Greek tunic currently upon his form. The Central point began to expand like an opening eye, until all that was left was the area of calmness with the swirling energies in random patterns at its edge. In form, it appeared as an ocean, spread across the void behind him. Images began to coalesce upon the surface of the calmed area.

Color drained form his countenance, leaving him a pale specter against the black backdrop. He had lived; breathed, felt those events take place, and could recall them, just like his entire race. The events that took place on the surface and then the shuttle ride back. He watched as an ominous feeling of calmness overtook him, shortly before the temporal wave hit. His face looked cold, clammy, vibrant eyes palled, and looked ill. He carried that similar look for a week after the incident with Trelane aboard the Miranda.

Then it hit like a stab from a thousand swords piercing a thousand different places at once. He with a blood curdling voice, he screamed, doubling over and falling to the floor of the shuttle with a hard, resounding thud. No one was coming to his aid, no one could. They were displaced, out of sync with the timelines. The fluctuations had formed incongruity in space/time pounding him, and possibly any El-Aurian in the sector with the shock wave.

And then...

Something happened.

Something that made the present pattern congruous to the timelines.

It was a though something or someone acted in a deity-like fashion to shift the timeline to its present form. A, Q perhaps? No, they wouldn't be terribly interested, and the shift felt too unnatural to be their work.

The Vortex shifted, the events vanishing. Another image and then...

Adrian woke up, bolting upright as took in several deep breaths. Beside him lay Zerhi sound asleep, thankfully hearing none off it. As his heart began to slow his pounding, he drew back into the sweet arms of rest once more, hoping for something better in mind.

"Breaking up the Band"

Galaxy: The Next Generation

-Ensign Colby Elliot

Colby tossed his lone duffle bag into the shuttle and leaned against it looking out across the long dock of the Yamato. The fighters were crowded on both sides and Colby shook his head after looking at them, he wouldn't miss this place. It wasn't about the nearly dying every day though that did have more then a small part in it. He just didn't get it; he supposed that's why the ship went through so many Engineers. They went through the Academy to know how to put together federation ships, this bio-tech did nothing but confuse the piss out of him.

The thought that he was just a dumb hick from Nebraska did occur to him but he ignored it. Best to ignore that idea, if he didn't get it here he could always get a transfer to a ship that was at least a little more straight forward.

"You're breaking up the band," Smith said as he crossed the shuttle bay for the high-warp shuttle.

Colby looked to the oncoming man and just shook his head. "You're lucky, you just have to shoot shit, I had to try and put it back together. They should have put the medical staff on repair work."

"Like this ship keeps CMOs," Smith said looking at the long nosed shuttle. "Well, I guess we're gonna have to find someone else to help STS with their equipment." He said as he stepped up and into the shuttle.

Elliot shook his head and got into the ship after Smith and took one of the four seats, he sat behind the two control seats, the navigation was occupied by Smith but the pilot's chair was still vacant. "Its not like you can't find anyone to do that, and I didn't help much."

Smith looked back and smiled, "Just trying to make you feel bad."

"Thanks," he replied rolling his eyes.

Smith went over the controls then looked back, "You watch your ass out there Elliot, STS"ll be on the other side of the galaxy. And if the pilot ever gets here we'll get underway."

Colby leaned forward and patted Smith on the back, "Thanks man."

The pilot stepped into the shuttle and looked at Colby, smiled a little and just shook his head, "Figures." He said then took the place behind the helm station.

Smith raised an eyebrow but neither the helm Lieutenant or Colby said anything.

"System check is ok, power to full," the helm officer said as he worked over the controls. "Yamato, this is shuttle Forbes requesting permission to launch."

"Permission granted " the shuttle bay officer replied over the ship's comm.

"Here we go," he said as the shuttle began to move faster and faster as it moved down the landing strip set in the Yamato's secondary hull, hitting full impulse as it left. The shuttle moved in a hard arc around the Yamato. Once clear of the big Telnorp ship the shuttle went to warp, ripping out of the system toward the station and the USS Galaxy.

-Several Hours Later-

"Docking clamps engaged," Smith said as he looked over the controls. "And we're locked down."

"Alright," the helm officer said, "Looks like our little ride is over."

Colby took his bag and walked to the door, slouching do to the low roofline. He stepped out of the shuttle and into the full airlock hallway then turned back. He sighed, "Shit," he muttered, "Hey."

"Yeah?" Smith asked turning in his seat.

"Not you," Colby said.

The helm officer turned in his chair, "Hey."

"Listen man," Colby said then rubbed his forehead, "Sorry I hit you, I was a little outta line."

"It was delayed reaction if nothing else." The helm officer said, "Don't worry about it."

"Yeah well, you're not, it wasn't your fault you know, I shouldn't have hit you. Sorry about that Coxen."

Chris just smiled and nodded once, "Its alright; I probably deserved to get hit for something, karma maybe."

"Fuck, I don't know about that," Colby said.

"Good luck," Chris said honestly.

"Thanks, you too, you guys're the ones on the death trap." Colby replied then watched as the shuttle doors and the airlock doors closed. He stood a moment longer and watched as the shuttle moved off from the station and into the night. He had been out of line hitting Chris and it had been one hell of a delayed reaction. And he was sorry, and after talking to him on the shuttle he knew that Chris was feeling the same way he was. Colby shook his head; he was nothing if not impulsive. Fuck it, too late to fix it now, he might as well forget about it or at least learn to live with it.

Colby watched as the shuttle went to warp then turned and moved down the airlock's short hall and into the main area of the station.

~Fight over Lunch~

Arkedi Nitel'rajek
Zan Lanaka

OOC - [ || ] is a lateral click, with the sides of the tongue near the molars.

"So, I went by the holodeck today," Arkedi said in Mika'kardi.

"Oh, how was it? I need to stretch my wings; it is very cramped on this ship," Zan replied, in English. The were sitting in a corner of Ten Forward, finishing their meal. It was lunch.

"It appears very small," he answered, switching languages. Cutter had remarked the other day that the only Fruna'lin aboard that couldn't speak Federation Standard that well was the linguist, so he had been using it a lot more recently, to practice. But, his speech was slow, he had to think a lot more before uttering each word. "Roof is too ...," he lifted his arm and lowered his flattened hand down to the table, "too short, but walls are wide, can fit open wings. You cannot tell when it is on, of course. It is as big as universe when it is on."

Zan smiled, swallowing her food, "You're improving. Does it make wind?"

"Sema, ih, yes," he nodded, "but, how do they say shikal?"

"They don't have as many words for wind as we do. Strong winds, I guess."

Arkedi frowned. "Shikal do not blow right. You can feel ... you can tell it is not real. Else is good. I did not try nitel, yet."

"Tornado," Zan quickly corrected before taking a sip of her glass.

"Dwa?"

She was not finished drinking. Impatiently, she began rotating her finger in the air. "Nitel," she said finally, setting the glass on the table, "Nitel is tornado."

He smiled for a moment, followed by a couple guffaws. "They own the word for nitel, but not for shiki," he laughed, before taking another bite. They sat silently for a moment as both continued to eat. "They have big--, ih, big ... what is superlative again?"

"How do you know the word superlative and not know the function?"

"I am linguist!" Arkedi said, throwing open his arms and wings, "I must know jargon!"

"Er," she said, "big - er."

"Ah, sem. They have bigger holodeck, can fit both of us. We should go tomorrow."

Zan shook her head. "I can't. I signed up for that tournament, tomorrow."

He stared at her, confusion furrowing his violet eye brows, food stuck in a slightly opened mouth that stopped chewing. "Tournament dwa? Tournament au||lal?" he asked. The tournament of blows, the fighting tournament.

"Esema," she nodded calmly.

"Why?!" Arkedi had converted fully into his more comfortable language now. "Why would you want to participate in that?"

She was unphased by his sudden anger. "It is an athletic competition," she stated, joining him in the language switch.

"Its barbaric! A contest to see which person can beat up the others the best. Its violence put on display, in front of an audience that wants nothing more than to see the splash of blood. Its disgusting." He was leaning forward on the table yelling through his teeth, his wings opened out behind him, extending far enough to disrupt the meal of another couple.

The calmness disappeared from Zan's eyes; they grew hard, sharp like daggers. The green flames of her temper was beginning to flash in her emerald eyes. "It is an athletic competition, controlled, with rules, respected. It is not a fight to the death, its not a knock out. Its a pinning match. Its far less dangerous than your tornado dancing stunts!"

"Its uncivilized. Barbaric humans."

"I practice Fruna'lin and Kenara'lin martial arts."

He glared at her for several moments, anger and shock in his eyes. Finally, they closed, and he sighed out a long breath of air through his still clenched teeth. "Fine," was all he had to say, "I'll see you tomorrow."

And with that, he rose with his tray and left the table. When he exited the room, Zan, her hands gripped incredibly tightly around her fork, stabbed her plate, the loud kink silencing all around her.

"Beat the meat, Roc!"

With
Ensign Zeke Wikkins,
Security

and
Simon Crumbley,
NPC technician; going one on one in the hand to hand tournament with the apartment on the line!

Location: Holodeck 12, USS GALAXY

"ASK 'EM, REF!! ASK 'EM!!" Simon Crumbley screamed while he tightened his arm around the thick neck of Ensign Zeke Wikkins, the newest mountain in the security division.

The referee, barely able to suppress a giggle, looked up at the giant. "Whaddya think, big guy?"

As if he were completely oblivious to the 90 pound man hanging from his back attempting to choke the life out of him, Zeke just shrugged and readjusted his hand sewn black coat.

"I believe that thy tournament has drawn a pretty big crowd of revelers. Does thou know who is favored to win? Brother Corgan perhaps? Or even the lady Murphy?"

"The Kelven could be a big threat..." the ref countered.

"EXCUSE ME!!! I'M TRYING TO INCAPACITATE OVER HERE IN CASE YOU DIDN'T NOTICE!!!" Crumbley snarled, so enraged at being ignored that the veins in his head had begun to throb visibly.

"Oh, Brother Crumbley! I apologize. Even though thine efforts are for naught, I should have not forsaken thee." Wikkins said politely as he reached around and effortlessly plucked the little man from his back and placed him down on his left and patted the top of the technician's head.

Simon growled, the inspired yelled: "Look!! Its the Dominion!"

As everyone turned their attention to the corner, Simon reeled back and swung a punch at The Security officer's testicles. He screamed in pain and drew back his hand, flexing his fingers to get feeling in them once again.

Wikkins smiled and reached into his trunks to pull our a horse shoe.

"Amish secret." he said with a smile. The crowd began to laugh heartily.

Simon only seethed more.

The enraged man dove for Zeke's ankle, wrapping his legs around the security officer's own. "ASK HIM NOW, REF!! GO AHEAD!!!"

The ref winced. "Well, OK. I have this nagging stiffness sometimes..almost as if the head is swollen..I don't wanna go to sickbay. I was thinking about a more home based remedy..."

"I see. My Father used to seek out my mother's company or sometimes spend time in the pens with Betsy, helping her over the fence. If that wasn't sufficient, he would take matters in his own hand. I would suggest thou do the same." Zeke suggested, paying no attention to the flailing man locked around his ankle.

"Interesting..." the ref said, with a peculiar look etched across his brow. "What...ah..what would you suggest I use for the massaging?"

"Saliva." Zeke said matter of factly. This brought a more confused reaction from the ref.

"Ah...are we talking about the same thing here?" he asked, but was cut short by the technician's eruption.

"GODDAMN WHATS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?!?! CANT YOU NINNYS SEE THAT COMBAT IS TAKING PLACE?? STOP YOUR BABBLING AND STAND READY TO DELIVER A WINNING VERDICT!!"

Zeke's eyes snapped wide open and he turned his head ever so slowly to the little man on his foot.

The crowd, sensing the mood radically changing and perhaps noticing the thick dark clouds forming over the suddenly intensifying Wikkins, held their breath.

"Did...thou ...just ..damn...the...Lord's...name?" he asked, astonished as his body began to shudder with a surge of adrenaline.

The little man swallowed.

Hard.

"HOW DARE THEE? MAY THE ETERNAL FLAMES OF HECK SINGE THY MAN ORBS WHILST A CHORUS OF DECAYING GOATS GNAW UPON YOUR NIPPLES!! CRAVEN BEAST!!" he bellowed in outrage and then swung his leg, sending the little man sailing through the air and landing unceremoniously in a heap.

The large man knelt and bowed his head. "Lord, my GOD. Forgive the vermin who scamper around thy blessed toes. For they know not the depth of their transgression and blaspheme. Strike not at their tongues..."

Simon Crumbley was paying the big man no heed. Instead his gaze was on a small woman in the crowd. He motioned with his hand and the woman leapt into the ring behind Zeke with a steel chair in her hand.

She wound up and struck Zeke squarely, folding the chair around his head.

Wikkins turned slowly, his eyes glassing over, and gazed at the woman who ripped off her wig to reveal herself to be none other than Leo Streely!!!

"Chickens.." Zeke uttered before passing out in an unconscious heap.

The former deputy scampered over to Crumbley and dragged him atop the fallen Ensign.

Three seconds later, the crowd was stunned as Leo raised Simon's hand in the air and "eye of the tiger" began to blare from the speakers.

"I DID IT!! I DID IT!! I AM THE CHAMPION!! ME!! ME!! ME!!" Crumbley celebrated.

"Yeah, yeah. Really good job there tough guy. Now pay up. Five big ones." Streely said with his palm out.

Simon sneered. "You pathetic little fool! Did you really think I was going to pay you? How sad. Get outta here. Your ruining my victory party!"

"WHOAA! TIME OUT!! I RISKED LIFE AND LIMB HERE! I CHOPPED DOWN THAT AMISH DARKSTAR OVER THERE SO YOUR SCRAWNY BUTT CAN HAVE YOUR APARTMENT ALL TO YOUR SELF AND NOW YOUR TELLING ME YOU AIN'T PAYIN?? MAYBE YOU DON'T KNOW ME, PAL. I'M LEO STREELY!! HEIR TO THE Q EMPIRE AND HERO COUNTLESS TIMES OVER!! I'M A FRIGGIN LEGEND!! A NATURAL BORN THRILLER!! YOU AINT GONNA RIP ME OFF, OK!"

"Screw yourself." Simon spat.

Leo gasped.

"Screw myself?" he asked.

"Yep."

Nodding, and muttering to himself, Leo backed out of the ring leaving Simon Crumbley dancing in jubilation. He grabbed a second chair and slid back in the ring, wound up once more and...

KKKKKAAAAAAPPPPPPPOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!

"Nighty night, Binky!" Leo said to the unconscious Crumbley as the crowd cheered wildly.

(OOC: My apologies to Leo's writer. I haven't seen anyone use him lately and he is one of the funniest NPCs in the back logs. I needed someone to tip the scales in Simons favor, which was outrageous to begin with, so I figured why not use someone outrageous to do it! Besides, I bet NOBODY saw that coming, did ya? ~ Stash.)

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