Tensai Time

Things were very strange in Tensai-Land. At the moment he was not dressed in his crimson colored robe or mask that he wore prior to a match to strike fear into the hearts of his opponents. Instead he was dressed in a black dress shirt, leather slacks and a bright red tie. He had the sort of goth raccoon eyes makeup as well. Tensai didn't seem overly thrilled with his appearance but he would go along with it. If it got him closer to breaking Paige's icey shield than it would all be worth it. Besides that he was also successful in his first round KOTR match so perhaps his raven haired goddess had him on the right track.

The Coach: Joining me currently is Tensai who was very impressive in his first round victory against Path To Glory Champion Damien Sandow.

Of course he was impressive! Tensai beat a fist against his chest like a dominate Cro-Magon. The hallway he stood in was his domain and so was the ring!

The Coach: But in your next round match you will be facing a very stiff challenge in HHH.

Tensai: Ha! Do you think I possibly fear HHH? Preposterous! My confidence cannot be wavered. 

The Coach: Also noticing that you're sporting something of a..different look there. 

Tensai: Do you have a problem with my appearance, Coach?! Are you accusing me of being somehow less of a man?!

The Coach: No, no, no! I wasn't saying that at all!

Tensai: Can you comprehend that I have now embraced a different culture, just as I did when I battled in Japan, and it has brought me rapid success! I refuse to play HHH's "game". The only game I shall play with him is the game that involves him looking for his lost teeth after I rattle them loose from his skull! It is no longer "all about the game"! It is now all about Tensai winning the King Of The Ring! I shall dedicate my glorious victory to the lovely Paige and all others who dare impede my progress!  

Tensai clobbered the side of his gigantic head with one of his equally gigantic fists to psyche himself up before heading back into his locker room to prepare for this war.

The Date

In a backstage hallway Matt Striker stood next to a shark amongst guppy's. The towering Japanese import known as Lord Tensai stood proudly with his arms folded over his tattooed covered chest and the former teacher could only marvel at a sigh so manly and powerful.

Matt Striker: Joining me is a man who is entered into the King Of The Ring tournament: Lord Tensai.

Lord Tensai: Hai Matt-Kun.

Matt Striker: In your first round match you are up against a persistent foe and long time rival in Damien Sandow. Who has also recently become the Path To Glory Champion.

Lord Tensai: He has achieved championship success but still chooses to adorn himself in colors fit for a woman! BA HA HA!

No matter how many times Tensai made this observation it never failed bring amusement to him. 

Lord Tensai: Black and red are colors for a true man. A true warrior. A TRUE CHAMPION. It matters not if he now wears gold around his puny waist. I have bested him in the past and I shall best him once more. I will drag Sandow around the ring by his beard and pummel him unmercifully. I suspect he will be very angered at Jericho-Sama for forcing him into the ring with me once more. His hopes of becoming a monarch will be destroyed! He has no hope for survival!

"..I've heard that before.."

Paige always appeared to Tensai like a ghost and this time was no exception. He quickly snapped his head in the direction of his gothic princess. She was seated upon one of the many storage crates backstage. She held a snow white colored rabbit in her lap and stroked one of it's long ears carefully. Tensai was always able to appreciate her clothing choices in exasperating detail. Not to mention her flawless black hair. The knee length, puff sleeved, blue colored dress she wore was a perfect compliment to her pale skin. The black and white striped stockings and the dark maroon colored bow on the back of her head were nice touches. Tensai was a manly man but that didn't mean he wasn't a connoisseur of fashon!

Tensai: Paige-Chan. You grace me with your presence.

Paige: So you're going to beat Damien Sandow and win the King of the Ring?

Her voice was cold and practically icy. Little emotion was attached to her words.

Tensai: Hai. I will not except failure.

Paige: You said something almost identical when Leo Kruger took your Breakout Title.

Tensai now had murder in his eyes. He leaned in closer to Paige who was still dead panning him and didn't appear to be particularly intimidated.

Tensai: Kruger is a dead man if he is ever unfortunate enough to step into the ring with me. 

Paige: If Sandow is a champion now I would say he's improved since the last time you fought. He has a title. You don't. 

Tensai beat one of his fists against his chest and bellowed out a roar.

Tensai: Sandow is half the man that I am!

The British born Diva held the rabbit above her head and stared at it. She was showing Tensai that just about anything else would hold her attention besides his usual posturing. 

Paige: ..I could help you win..

She very carefully placed one of her fingers on his face and drug her finger along the tattoo on his face. Tensai might have actually been blushing.

Paige: Defeat the Path To Glory Champion. Win the tournament. Get a World Title match.

She slid off of the crate and walked past Tensai with the rabbit held in her arms.

Paige: Does that interest you at all?

Tensai was only able to nod in response. 

Tensai obediently followed along and shoved Matt Striker out of the way without even looking at him when he tried to question him further.    

                        Tensai. Rocking the mic better than John Cena ever did. Damien Sandow would not be able to survive a rap battle with Sweet T.

Paige had taken Tensai back to her locker room but things had taken a drastic turn that he was not prepared for. He was now dressed in black bondage pants and a black jacket with pink/purple colored fur around the collar. Tensai obviously found this selection distasteful as he looked down at his attire.

Tensai: These are clothes for a lesser man like Damien Sandow. He could wear such things and no one would question because he is so lacking in mascunlinity. 

Paige: Shh. You need something new. 

Paige looked up at the Samurai Monster and studied his face carefully.

Paige: Your face needs something.

Tensai: ..The tattoo's aren't enough?

Paige: I've got it. Close your eyes. Bend over.

Tensai's eyes darted about nervously. Nothing good ever came from those types of instructions. Paige's eyes narrowed at his hesitation.

Paige: Just because I'm into bondage doesn't mean I'm going to start beating you. 

Tensai slowly performed the action as per her instructions. Paige took a generous amount of black grease paint and ran it sideways across Tensai's face with her fingers. It looked like swipe marks from a pair of claws. Tensai rose to stare at his reflection.

Tensai: I do not understand.

Paige: You have some style now. Damien Sandow doesn't. He just has a ratty beard and a bath robe. This goes well with your piercings and tattoo's. Trust me. You stood out before but now..

Paige's voice trailed off and the slight hint of a smile cracked her face. Tensai was so smitten that he could barely contain himself.

Tensai: ..Embrace..me?

The huge man held his arms outwards for a hug. The icicle educing look returned to Paige's pale features.

Paige: You haven't won your match yet. Don't start acting like a pussy.

Taking him by the sleeve she began to pull the 300 pounder out of the room.

Paige: Follow.  

                                           Tensai's mid-afteroon snack.

The newly gothed out Tensai was drug along to a club that looked like something out of Nightmare Before Christmas. He was seated at table, covered in dark blue cloth, with a candle burning in the center. The album "Strange House" by The Horrors could be heard playing in the background. Above the two was a framed picture of Bela Lugosi and the place had just above every kind of goth inspired iconography one could think of.

Tensai: I do not feel comfortable in this establishment.

Paige: Stop talking like a robot.

Paige took a bottle with the label "Mansinthe" on it and poured some of the green liquid into a shot glass. It was incredibly alcoholic.

Tensai: What is that?

Paige: Absinthe. 

Tensai: I only drink Sake.

Paige: Now you drink Absinthe. If it was good enough for Van Gogh then it's good enough for you.

Tensai hesitated but quickly swung down the drink. He was a man damn it and he could handle his liquor. 

Tensai: I have a few questions for you.

Paige: Yeah?

Tensai: What did I do to catch your attention? ..You're..attractive..young..

Paige: I'm capable of seeing someone for who they are on the inside. Not just superficial things. Most guys bore me. You're different. I think you have potential and you're wasting it. ..I like weird things. 

Tensai: I'm a thing now?

Paige: Essentially. And a thing I might like a little more if they manage to defeat a champion like Damien Sandow. And maybe even a little more if they won the King of the Ring.

Tensai had been steadily drinking the entire time and was beginning to slur now.

Tensai: I am gonna win. Alright? I'm going to kick his ass. Hard. Damien Sandow is nothing. I've got the size and the strength and he doesn't have a THING on me. I've got this.

Becoming increasingly more intoxicated, Tensai began to snicker to himself.

Tensai: Do you know what they called me in WWE? Are you ready? Prince Albert. Do you know what that means? COCK PIERCING.

Paige slid a hand over her mouth to prevent from showing that she was actually about to laugh and to keep her distant attitude up. It was amusing her to see Tensai so much more open and less formal.

Tensai: Speaking of COCKS. Sandow keeps on talking about luck. Luck this, luck that. Do ya know what I think? I think that guy hasn't gotten lucky in a loooong time. I bet his COCK hasn't seen.....

Paige was staring at him with wide eyes at this very awkward train of thought. Tensai stopped himself.

Tensai: I'm really drunk.

Paige: Yes. You are. Let's go.

Tensai: But we haven't even danced yet, guuuurrll.

Paige: No one wants to see you dance. And please don't ever say that again. ..300 pounds and you can't even hold a little absinthe.

Tensai: I can hold it! I'm a PRO!

Paige helped Tensai out of his chair but that was about it. She had more enjoyment out of watching him stumble about. Scrawny goth guys weren't about to get in his way as he faltered his way towards the exit. She had led him down the rabbit hole and it was up to him to find his way out of Wonderland. 

    

Hi this is a promo

Todd Grisham: Joining me right now, Ladies and gentleman, is Tensai.

The Samurai Monster stood outside of his locker room and was dressed in his crimson colored robe and mask. His hands were folded together just above his heart. It was impossible to see his expression but it only added to the intrigue and mystery to the gigantic warrior known as Tensai.

Todd Grisham: It's going to be a battle of former Breakout Champions as the man joining me currently will be facing off against Trent?

The preposterous moniker that had just been uttered caused Tensai to snap his attention towards the meek interviewer. 

Tensai: Trent? He is so un-confident in his own abilities that even his name is uncertain of stepping into the ring with me. When your name carries such a weak punctuation mark you surely have no chance in surviving an encounter with a strong, powerful name like TENSAI.

Todd Grisham: Trent? is prone to be underestimated, Tensai, but he is considered a rising star in the EBWF.

Tensai: FOOL. His past times matter not to me. I do not care if he is looked down upon as being "un-cool". What he chooses to do in his free time is his own business and doesn't reflect upon his ability in the ring. But he does not follow the path of the Samurai and this will be his undoing. If there is a video game with the title "Path of the Samurai", that does not count towards his overall ability to perform as a Samurai. If he has unlocked "achievements" or "trophies" to back up his claim then they are merely superficial and should not be considered true marks of a Samurai.

Todd Grisham: Is there a samurai rulebook or something?

This a question only a fool would dare to ask. Grisham was lifted from the ground by is puny shoulders and hoisted above the arena floor. It was in this moment that he stared directly into the eyes of a man who saw no jest in his remark.

Tensai: Do you dare to mock me, Todd Grisham?! ME?! Lord Tensai?! Perhaps I should demonstrate upon you exactly what awaits Trent?! Could you possibly imagine the amount of pain I can deliver unto you that will vicariously be passed onto my Warfare opponent?! You have similar builds! Scrawny and unopposing! Do not tempt me into believing that you are my scheduled foe because it can be done very easily!

Todd was dropped unceremoniously to the floor like an unwanted or discarded piece of rice that was not fit to call itself home in the bowl of Lord Tensai. 

Todd Grisham: I didn't mean any disrespect, Tensai!

Tensai: BAKA. Our time has concluded. Step in my path again and I will crush your skull into dust!

The time for speaking into camera's was over. It was now time for definitive action. Action within a ring against a small man with the star of Ghost Busters and Groundhog's Day upon his tights. Bill Murray himself would feel his torment all the way from Hollywood.         

This is still a promo

The hotel room of Breakout Champion Tensai was now his sacred shrine. Rather girly sounding and distinctively Asian sounding music came from the television that he was intently staring at from his reclining chair. His face was one hundred percent focused upon the images before him. School girls protecting planet Earth from nefarious alien threats. Tensai took a chug from his bottle of Saki. Normally he would not partake before a match but after his victorious efforts against two opponents at Warfare he felt he owed to himself. The audience was allowed a glimpse into how Tensai's mind operates. All warriors spoke to themselves while watching Sailor Moon.

Tensai: ..I wonder who Paige-Chan's favorite Sailor Senshi is. Mine is Sailor Mars. I enjoy her fiery temperament.

He scratched his bearded chin as this was certainly a query worth pondering.

Tensai: Probably Sailor Saturn. The Senshi of Death. It suits her.

The character seemed to be dire enough to fit in with Paige's grim choice in clothing.

Tensai: But I must switch gears. There is no time for such pleasantries. One battle has ended in my favor. But another has already arose. Against the deranged hunter known as Leo Kruger. A man who has slayed beasts with his bare hands. He wishes to add my title to his collection. Yet he has never faced a creature like Lord Tensai! And if the gods smile upon him he never will again!

The sheer force of Tensai rising to his feet knocked his reclining chair backwards. Such is the fate of all those who are thrown in the path of the rampaging monster known as Tensai. He stepped over to his large closet space and began to inspect his pre-match robes. 

Tensai: Hm. Perhaps a new color is suitable for this occasion. Paige-Chan would certainly be found of purple. Perhaps white! As it will soon be stained with the blood of a South African! BA HA HA!

No doubt about it. Tensai was pumped and ready for action. He returned to his reclining chair and returned it to it's upright position. 

Tensai: Puny chair. Unable to hold the majestic girth of Tensai. Just as Leo Kruger will be unable to withstand my onslaught!

A comfortable seating arrangement was made for the Samurai Monster as his eyes were focused upon the television once again.

Tensai: Yes. Fight Sailor Moon. BATTLE ON. Prove to all those who deem you unworthy that you are a WARRIOR! Just as I shall at Aftermath! CONQUER ALL IN YOUR PATH.

Tensai took another swig of elixir as an alien was defeated on the TV set. It would seem as though he faced the same adversities as a blond, young woman from the moon despite being a bald, three hundred plus pound man!  The motivational programming continued to fuel Tensai for the war he was about to wage.

- "The Way of the Samurai is found in death. Meditation on inevitable death should be performed daily. Every day, when one's body and mind are at peace, one should meditate upon being ripped apart by arrows, rifles, spears, and swords, being carried away by surging waves, being thrown into the midst of a great fire, being struck by lightning, being shaken to death by a great earthquake, falling from thousand-foot cliffs, dying of disease or committing seppuku at the death of one's master. And every day, without fail, one should consider himself as dead. This is the substance of the Way of the Samurai."-

 Tensai was roaming the hallways of the Yum Center in search of his locker room. His Breakout Championship was resting over one shoulder while his bag of gear was slung over the other. 

TENSAI!

That lovely British voice calling his name. But she sounded angry. Had he done something wrong? Was his victory the previous week not dominant enough? He would soon find his answer. Paige stormed up to the hulking figure while holding the decapitated body of her Skelecat plush. Stuffing fell out of the purple doll's neck where it's noggin used to be.

Tensai: Honekoneko..

Tensai was rightfully disturbed by such a sight.

Paige: It's name was Hollow Kitty. That bastard Leo Kruger ripped it's head off! I want you to make him look just like this!

Paige as severely displeased and filled with rage. She held up the remains of the plush and shook it about to further display her aggravation. 

Tensai: Well..I..excessive use of violence isn't the way a Samurai conducts oneself..

Paige was not going to accept his as answer and she reached up to snag Tensai by the collar of his shirt to drag his head closer to her eye level. 

Paige: He. Broke. Into. My room.

Tensai's face became deadly serious as he rose upwards. The side of one of his large fists flew into a nearby wall to create a dent in it's surface. This news did not sit well with him.  He was not going to allow anyone to treat the object of his affection this way.

Tensai: Get me an interviewer now.

He spoke to the camera man with that same look on his face and a matching tone in his voice. It wasn't long before The Coach began to approach him. It was easy to tell that Tensai was holding in his wrath so the interviewer kept his distance.

The Coach: You requested this time, Tensai?

Tensai: Leo Kruger. If you want my attention you now have it. You also have my great and furious anger. You wish to harm me? You desire my title? So be it. This issue should have been handled in the ring. You, Leo Kruger, are a coward. You involved a woman that had nothing to do with this and for that you are going to pay a very grave price. You should realize that once the bell rings I am not going to hold anything back. You have disrespected me and you have disrespected this woman. I am going to force you to regret the actions you have decided to take. And I will do this by inflicting a level of pain upon you that is so incredible that you will not be able to withstand. Simply put, Kruger: I am going to hurt you.

Tensai placed a hand on Paige's shoulder and led her away after declaring that statement. He was going to be all business at Aftermath.  

This is another promo

Tensai was a mighty, large man and this had been proven on many occasions. But even he was vulnerable to the effects of despair. Tensai had waged war against former World Champion The Miz only moments ago. He had put forth an effort that even Amatersau-O-Mi-Kami, Goddess of the Sun, would be proud of. But he was unable to defeat The Miz. The taste of defeat was not unknown to Tensai. However this loss was made even worse as it took place right in front of Paige and it had diminished Tensai's spirits tremendously. The tattoo covered torso of the Breakout Champion sat slumped in a chair in his locker room. His palms grazed across his bald head as he tried to figure out just where everything went wrong. He had also been informed that he would have to defend his title against two challengers the next week. He had already conquered Damien Sandow at Wrestle Mania but it was a struggle and Tensai knew very well that this encounter would be no different. Sandow was probably thirsty for vengeance following his last defeat. Dolph Ziggler would also rise to try and take what Tensai had fought so bravely to obtain. An arrogant figure that would not rest until he obtained gold. Tensai's gold. All seemed lost. The mighty Japanese Warrior seemed unable to muster the strength to engage in such a ferocious battle. Until something caught his eye. A note pinned to a wall that had previously gone unnoticed. He stood to give it a closer inspection.

"I'm scared to get close and I hate being alone. 
I long for that feeling to not feel at all.
The higher I get, the lower I'll sink.
I can't fight my demons, they know how to swim."

Written in a lovely, lavender color. A poem. It must have been from his Gothic Princess. She was urging him to fight more! To fight harder! Tensai pounded a fist against his chest! Now found vigor was pumping through the veins of Tensai. He would not know defeat this week! Sandow and Ziggler would be in for the battle of their lives!

-- "It is bad when one thing becomes two. One should not look for anything else in the Way of the Samurai. It is the same for anything that is called a Way. If one understands things in this manner, he should be able to hear about all ways and be more and more in accord with his own." --

Tensai had collected himself and was prepared to speak to the world. He now stood outside of his locker room with his arms folded over his chest. Todd Grisham peered up at the Breakout Champion. The gold was far too tiny to fit around his gigantic frame so it was slung over his shoulder.

Todd Grisham: You aren't going to throw me across the hallway again, are you?

Tensai: My actions were regrettable. But I would advise you to steer clear during my rampaged state. For your own safety and the safety of your lineage.

Todd Grisham: I certainly will remember that. Our audience was impressed by your effort against The Miz earlier tonight.

Tensai: IMPRESSED?! I was defeated! No one should be impressed by defeat! I will not stand for it! Save your praise for my victory this week! Two opponents will lay in craters of despair after I have had my way with them!

Grisham was ready to duck for cover as Tensai roared out his proclamation for dominance. He stood as strong as his feeble legs would allow.

Todd Grisham: It won't be an easy feat, Tensai. You're facing Damien Sandow and Dolph Ziggler in a triple threat match. You could lose your title without even taking a pinfall. Are you prepared for that possibility?

Tensai: I am prepared for all possibilities. I am a warrior. An easy feat? No. An impossible feat? NO! One loss does not spell the end for me. IT ONLY STANDS AS A NEW BEGINNING!

 Those fits that could tear apart a water buffallo momentarily rose to the heavens.

Tensai: I shall elaborate upon my old nemesis Sandow. Has he not had enough of Tensai after our encounter at WrestleMania?! I crushed him once and I shall do so again! Despite the head trauma I have given him he is still stepping into the battle while wearing that female colored attire! HA HA HA! That causes me to laugh in a hearty manner! Perhaps on this occasionI will beat him so severely that he will finally begin to dress as a man should! I do not underestimate him! He is cunning! And wily! But that will not be enough to OVERCOME MY STRENGTH!

Tensai's fists met with the sides of his head. He was pumped.

Todd Grisham: And Dolph Ziggler? He defeated Sandow last week and his confidence must but sky rocketing at the moment.

Tensai: Ziggler possess the body of an Adonis but the mouth of a coward! He dares to make light concerning matters of my heart?! I will remove his forcefully from his chest! People like him fuel my fire! His defeat and suffering shall be legendary. He claims that my emotions will be my downfall?! NO. My emotions will enable me to display strengths that have yet to be revealed! He knows not of the dangerous ground that he treads but he will found out at Warfare. I will not stand to be ridiculed by man with such low morable fiber.

Todd Grisham: I have a sort of sensitive subject to touch upon. Paige. You seem completely smitten, Tensai.

Tensai's heart was as impressive as his heart and his hand now covered his most vital of organs.

Tensai: I will not hide from this question. She has stolen my heart. I LOVE A WOMAN THAT WEARS STRIPED STOCKINGS. I dedicate my victory and conquest to her. I will make up for my loss in her eyes. PAIGE-CHAN! WATCH IN AWE AS I DECIMATE MY FOES! FOR YOU!

Tensai beat upon his chest like an even more powerful version of King Kong. Grisham quaked with fear and ran off as he feared the entire building would soon crumble at the whim of mighty Lord Tensai!      

      

This is a promo

Tensai's eyes were filled with an amazing vision. A lovely raven haired woman standing in the middle of a palace that Tim Burton could have possibly designed. So pale. So beautiful. Enchanting. So sat up a throne of solid ice while a demon servant offered her freshly prepared pastries. His heart raced with the pounding of a thousand elephants.

But in reality the Ice Goddess was Paige and the demon servant was Maryse who was passing her a slice of cake. The ice castle was just catering backstage. The champion of Breaking Out appeared so quickly in front of Paige that he startled both women. He quickly began to kneel while holding her hand within both of his own.

Tensai: My gothic princess. I did as you requested. I was victorious as WrestleMania. Allow me to whisk you away. COME. BATHE WITH ME.

Tensai was kissing the top of Paige's hand just like Pepe LePew. Maryse was never at a loss for words but this visual even silenced her.

Paige: That's true. You were victorious, Tensai.

Paige finally managed to slip her hand away.

Paige: But now I need you to defeat a stronger opponent.

The fire in Tensai's eyes grew. He could not deny the question of the young woman in a black and grey dress with blue and black striped stockings. Tensai was a big fan of stockings.

Tensai: Tell me! Tell me this opponent! I will see to it that he is crushed!

Paige: The Miz. Defeat The Miz and I'll..let you take me out on a date.

This was all Tensai needed to hear. He rose to his full height and pounded a fist against his chest.

Tensai: It shall be done. The Miz will be destroyed without hesitation. Great shame shall be brought down upon him and his entire family! KOUGEKI KAISHI!!!!!

The bear grip of Tensai flipped the catering table over and sent food fly. He went charging off down the hallway and was filled to the brim with hurtful intentions towards The Miz. As he continued on his rampage he was stopped in his tracks.

Nicole Matthews: Heya! Tensai! HEY!

The locomotive known as Tensai paused. His ninja's were in front of him. Portia Perez was dressed in a Japanese school girl outfit while Nicole Matthews was wearing some sort of green alien costume with tentacles growing out of it. Tensai had been interacting with them less and less since finding an interest in Paige.

Portia Perez: Ta-daaaa!

Tensai: I do not understand.

Nicole Matthews: Look! We're dressed just like those creepy hentai videos you watch with the tentacle things inappropriately touching women in school girl costumes!

Portia Perez: ..Ta-daaaaa!

Tensai: Hm. Yes. Very amusing Ninja #1 and Ninja #2. Excuse me. I must prepare for battle!

Nicole Matthews: Hey, u-uh, wait-a-sec!

Tensai released a battle cry that drowned out the voices of the ninja's as he continued to storm forward through the backstage area. Their plea for attention was ignored. Their spirits were diminished. Another figure rounded the corner.

Todd Grisham: Hi. I'm Todd Grisham.

Tensai's beefy hands came to a rest upon the interviewers shoulders as he hoisted him high into the air.

Todd Grisham: WHAAAAGHH!

Tensai: AHHHH! YOU! You shall spread the word! Tell everyone that The Miz will be vanquished Monday night! Let them know of his impending demise! I am a hero! After defeating The Miz will next defeat The Shield and bring back honor to this company! The Miz was unable to do so but I am POWERFUL! His is scrawny! He cannot grow a proper beard! Not like Tensai! TRUTH STRENGTH LIES IN THE HEART OF BATTLE!

Grisham was tossed aside while Tensai continued down his path of destruction that is sure to be filled with violence and rage. 

Ninja Promo

Portia Perez and Nicole Matthews stood in front of the MetLife Stadium where WrestleMania was scheduled to take place. The Canadian Ninjas were both brandishing a pair of sharp katana's. Nicole's resting along her shoulder and Portia's was pointed towards the ground.

Nicole Matthews: Fool prove.

Portia Perez: Completely fool prove.

The girls looked to one another and nodded.

Nicole Matthews: Battle Royal's are contested with no rules, right?

Portia Perez: As far as I'm aware. 

Nicole Matthews: We so have this.

The Ninja's took in how cool they looked standing in front of the arena with their swords.

Portia Perez: Did you take these from Tensai?

Nicole Matthews: Yeah. He didn't notice since he's been so wrapped up with that goth chick Paige.

Portia Perez: I have also stolen something from Tensai.

Portia removed something that looked like a microwave from behind her back. It had large, blinking green lights on it with a big Japanese symbol on the front. 

Nicole Matthews: I..what is that supposed to be?

Portia Perez: Tensai was rambling about how it melts away ferocious spirits or something. We can lure our opponents into it. "Oh! Look over there! It's MELT-DISNEY WORLD!" And then they start melting.

Nicole Matthews: I don't think it's going to work that way but if anything we could hit one of them upside the head with it.
 

Portia Perez: I've got another idea if the katana's and the melt box fail.

Portia, the smaller Ninja climbed her way onto Nicole's shoulders. She posed with the deadly katana she held.

Portia Perez: Tell me, Nicole. Tell me who in the world would be able to stop us in this formation?

Nicole Matthews: Ah! I understand your idea now. And to answer your question? No one!

Nicole headed forward into the arena with Portia on her shoulders. They were equipped with katana's, melt box and battle formation. A security guard stopped them.

Security Guard: Ladies? Sorry but you can't come in her with those weapons.

Portia Perez: Oh god damn it!

Nicole Matthews: Is your MOMMA allowed inside? 

Portia: Yeah, I bet she is! YOUR MOMMA!

Security Guard: .....

The ninja's claimed this as a small victory and turned to head back to their car to stuff the swords away.

Nicole Matthews: Well..you can still ride on my shoulders. We'll be the tallest people in the match. There's no chance in hell that they will be able to toss us out!

Portia Perez: I have a good feeling about this.