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Maybe it was the tight, smooth material but Leon was feeling really good about the last match.

Even if his bits and pieces could be seen as he bounced with each step. Bounca bounca bounca. The problem with beating one rival, was that there was always another on the horizon and this time.

there were on almost equal ground, clothing wise. Leon spun aruond from his place on the pad and tried his best not to laugh at the group that faced him. Sideways cap and low ride pants in true gansa-hipster fashion. "If you done with the scrubs, why don't you try a true playa, playa?" he heard of of the males call out roughly and flashing his giant clock chain at him. Leon only watched on with a quirked eyebrow at the person. "Do you even hear yourself, shut up before I make you." he said back just as harshly before stomping on the pad. "Are you gonna challenge me, or back off?"

The from what he assumed, was the leader (oddly named King Daddy) did his lean until he got to and up on the pad before punching in a song and let the screen flash with the phrase "second song"
"Nah shawty, I ain't no scrub, but you will be after yo' done cleaning my kicks when i'm through wit' cha."

oh it was on.

it was so.on.

The loss was a hard one. He had to admit, getting beat by a guy who was wearing less than he was, it stung, stung badly. but there was always a chance for redemption.

and then. he turned around-


And it was there. when she showed up, or even managed to sneak up on him, he had no clue But the girl was already inputting her song and controls on her side, and flipping through song and chatting away on her cell phone.

The language was harsh to Leon's ears as her high pitched tone made him cringe and his potential boner deflate. "Uh............... hi?" he said lamely, and gave a wave to the girl in friendliness.

She looked so friendly why not? Oh yeah, the language barrier for one. The girl blinked owlishly before pointing at herself and turning around to make sure it wasn't for another and began to talk.

Words, or what he thought were words began to pour out from her mouth at a alarming rate.
"We fight-o nowo, hai?" was the only part he could figure out from the end and gave her a blank nod. It was more than enough for the cheerful and sunny girl as the screen darkened for "Stage three."

But he did manage to see the girl do one thing before the song began to play.

She put down her cherished, prized cell phone. In that instance, he knew he was boned.

The problem with losing rep, was that soon every scrub tying to go up the ladder wanted to take a shot while you were down. It didn't take too long for one of King's wingmans to slide up and to prove his sexy.

"Girl look at dat body." he seemed to chant over and over again in his ridiculously colored speedo. Leon, leon was not amused as he glared daggers at the new combatant and gave the guy a shove onto the platform. "Oh shut the hell up and let's rumble."

Was he losing his calm? maybe a little. Did the dolphin help make it better?


Possibly.

Either way, the pad came alive with the sounds of throbbing techno music and he was going to try his best to pass this time.

Was there such a thing as gamer high? A kind of endorphin filled extacy that comes with beating someone at a physical game, other than boxing of course. At the moment, Leon was feeling like such a thing was possible, even if he was clinging desperately to the dance bar, heaving in gulpfulls of air. The panting managed to cease as the dancer soon to be known as Samuel Jackson began to dissapear from his line of sight in the crowd of people in the arcade. Mostly because of all the people crowding around the nearby set of Marvel vs Capcom and Soul Caliber 5 machines.

But life, life was feeling good for Leon. At least until he felt a string of something fall around his neck. The boxer turned hunter froze in place at the sudden sneak attack and immediately grabbed at the item around him and brought it up for inspection. A thin string of black, clear red and crimson beads, with a small spattering of other more brighter colors came into view by the rather long necklace that went down to his leotard covered stomach. It wasn't until a voice close to his ears began to speak that made Leon snap his head up in alarm at the person around him.



"Sup bro, Can't help but notice your moves up there." came the casual tone of the guy wearing what leon swore was some kind of red squirrel scarf. The heavy set of eyeshadow, almost raccoon like made leon flinch at the persons unwavering gaze.

AWKWARD.

"Uh..... thanks?" Leon said back almost out of reflex for the compliment half bewildered by the person outfit. Why so much leather? He was sure that cow and its former hide had hopes and dreams of going to California. "Zero." the figure said with its owlish eyes as he went about tapping the main screen, unblinking at the colors of the screen as his fingers deftly went from button to button, without looking down at their placement. "I'm sorry, what?" came the even more awkward statement from the chainsaw wielders gravelly tone. So much confusion etched in his voice. "My name, Zero. call me that." Zero said suavely as he took one of the sides for himself and pointed at the lost in the moment hunter. "I hope you're ready to PLUR."

"What the freaking hell are you talkin-"

There was no time to continue the statement as Zero pulled out a pair of glowsticks from his impossibly tight leather pants and he begun to spin them as the track began to play.

((LEON I'M HUNGRY. SHUT UP NID, WE GOTTA DANCE. ))

The moment of tranquility didn't last long enough when urkel returned.

Soaked from the top of his head down to his shoulders, he didn't seem very happy.

"You. Me. lets rumble." It didn't leave much room for leon to refuse, seeing as how every time the boxer went to open his mouth, a sopping wet glare was fired at him.

revenge of the nerd, it was happening.

Owned. By an autobot.

Leon had to admit that the loss stung. It took foot- eye coordination, and reflexes and now there was technology able to best a physically fit fighter at it.

It was a sad day indeed. The appearance of scumbag steve did nothing to alleviate it


"Hey Brah, can i borrow that dolphin?"

Even Leon knew, he was never going to get it back if he gave up the leotard. "Piss off Steve, get on the pad and let me whoop your a**."

Leon was going to make sure he killed that meme tonight.

trophies were indeed nice.

what wasn't nice was the return of urkel and his optimus prime dance-obot. "HEYA WIN-SLOW" he called out mockingly, snorting at his own sense of wit at Leon. The boxer however was not amused as he went out petting at the boa and its fluffiness that did well to his his Leotard shame. "Back for more science nerd?" It was hard to be civil when one was too busy snorting up a storm arrogantly.

And optimus just stood there like the poor metallic puppet he was. "Oh indubidly, dear muscle massed, specimen of steroid influenced rigorous training." Urkel went on rambling pushing his autobot in place on the mat. "Hope your ready for more piston assisted a** kicking." Such arrogance only made the hunters eyes glare in tiny slits and bash the start button on the podium.

Oh he was ready, So ready.

Leotards, they were not made to protect your a** from skidding on the floor.

Not. One. Bit.

Not even when LMFAO decided to come by and teabag Leon's prone form.
Insult after insult. The biggest insult of all.

Was Leon livid? Yes. Enough to have him reach down and find that spark that made himself, himself.

The violent member of the life squad.

"LETS RUMBLE YOU SPANDEX WEARING FREAK!" he roared back in absolute irritation and flung the poor b*****d to the dance pad. "Yo yo man, dont hate cuz im-"

It was back to punching all the things. First up? This guy's face.