URBANOPOLIS
In Danger Dolls HQ, Masked Americana and Blue Belle sat in the conference room and discussed the scene on the monitor taking place before them. Their longtime nemesis, the Dark Dominatrix, made a very public appearance in the Superheroine Battle Arena over in Metrocity. They watched her give a brutal beating to a super villainess that they knew of by reputation only.
“She goes by Ninjako,” stated Blue Belle. Most of her crimes were elaborate thefts. She’s won Olympic gold medals in gymnastics, judo, tae kwon do…”
“I get it. She’s not a pushover. But neither is the Domme.”
“Not done, M.A. She’s not just a world class fighter. She also has super strength. According to Interpol, she’s been infused with the strength, spirit and stamina of a dragon.”
Masked Americana shrugged, “Well that’s hard to quantify. How strong is a dragon exactly? Are we talking Smaug from The Hobbit or Mushu from that Disney movie Mulan?”
“Somewhere in between. According to the SBA screen test, she can military press just under 12 tons.”
M.A. shifted in her seat, “Well this new league has been promoting itself as ‘true’ super-powered wrestling. Maybe they’re just exaggerating the strength of their roster?”
Blue Belle clicked the remote, “I thought the same thing, then I found these.” A series of grainy video clips, probably taken from cell phones, began to appear.
Ninjako surrounded by police SWAT and punching her way through a stone wall to escape. Ninjako wielding a 30 foot flagpole like a bamboo bo staff. Ninjako side kicking a humvee across a street.
M.A. faltered, “How can that be? Dominatrix is tough but she can’t trade punches with someone strong enough to juggle cars.”
Blue Belle clicked off the monitor, “She somehow got a power boost. What I’m more concerned about is what is she doing over in Metrocity. What’s her end game?”
Masked Americana stood up with a determined look on her face, “Let’s find out. We need to get eyes into the SBA League. I’ll get an alternate identity to go in covertly…”
“Not necessary, M.A.” Agent Orange entered the room cradling his briefcase in one arm and shuffling through some contracts. “As it turns out we already have boots on the ground in Metrocity.”
Masked Americana looked at him with an impatient “care to explain that?” look. He skipped a beat then continued, “Chickfighter is already on the scene. She caught a late flight and if she’s sticking to her itinerary, her rental car should be arriving at the Arena in less than 5 minutes.” Americana glared at him as he continued. “Technically the open tryouts were suspended after the abductions but I did some negotiating and got Chicky an audition. After all they aren’t going to turn down the champ from…”
“What? Abductions?” stuttered Belle.
“When the hell were you going to tell me about this!” yelled Masked Americana.
“Chicky asked me to wait until she was there so you couldn’t stop her. Something about you not understanding her dream about being discovered by a big time movie producer…”
“Movies!” Americana exploded. “You mean to tell me that she didn’t go to face Dark Dominatrix??”
Agent Orange hesitated for the first time, “What about Dark Dominatrix?”
“Wait! What abductions??” cried Blue Belle.
METROCITY
Molly adjusted her pink leotard and did some quick stretches to warm up. She was in one of the locker rooms in the actual Superheroine Battle Arena. “This is it, my ticket to the big time,” she thought. “Superheroine, wrestling champion in two leagues, movie star!”
The locker room was well-lit, but in one tiny sliver of shadow in one corner, Molly was being watched. Molly went into a full split and stretched her upper body towards her right leg. After a few seconds she switched over to her left leg, and in that instant, the lithe figure watching stealthily from the shadow leapt upward silently, somehow disappearing into an air vent.
Minutes later in another portion of the sprawling SBA complex, Ninjako dropped from the ceiling into a huge room. It was dark, except for the dim light of dozens of candles that gave off a blood-red glow. Ninjako waited patiently. The adjoining chamber was once the master bedroom in this suite, but it had been converted into the mistress’s inner sanctum. On the other side of the door no one was permitted. Ninjako could hear a subtle murmur–not words, more like an inhuman scream being muted by strangulation occasionally interrupted by a wet, tearing noise. Ninjako was not afraid, nor curious. She merely waited for her mistress.
The noise ceased, the door opened, and out walked Valerie DeVille. Tall, dark, statuesque, clad in liquid gold. The only emotion that Ninjako was capable of feeling, was adoration for her mistress. The Dark Dominatrix waited a moment before nodding toward Ninjako, “You may speak.”
“A newcomer is in the arena for the tryouts. From Urbanopolis, the one known as the Chickfighter.”
“Oh really?” Val looked amused for a moment then narrowed her eyes. She picked up a cell phone from a nearby counter and dialed. The bright glow from the phone somehow looked out of place in this dark chamber. “Hello, Mukta? This is Valerie. Yes, doctor I was wondering if you had a few moments. I have a private matter I would like to discuss with you. I understand, you’re preparing the arena and a SparBot for a bout? Well, that’s fine. I’ll meet you in your workshop, and I promise not to distract you from your work. I’ll see you in a few minutes, sweetheart.”
Dr. Mukta Sanji disconnected her phone and her heart skipped a beat. Sweetheart? She suddenly felt her face flush thinking about the voluptuous Haitian woman.
Masked Americana, Blue Belle, and Chickfighter are all characters from the Danger Dolls Comic used by permission of owner. Learn more about the Danger Dolls HERE.