Beginning... or Just the start of a new reign?

Prove to be the best:

Edgy had been off of her duty to try socializing, while hidden under the guise of a human form. Her goal, unsurprisingly, was to test the might of the humans, before coming across a group of hoodlum styled martial artists who all were sparring beneath an unpopular area of West City. It was mostly men, with a few women, one of which seemed to be popular among the group, as she sat upon a rugged made seat above them, staring down at the sparring boys with a curious grin on her face. Edgy's approach was unnoticed, clearly showing a lack of sensing among the fighters, making them prime opponents for her test.

She approached with a cocky nature, her hips swaying from side to side as she propped her stride. She would stop in front of the leader, reading her sign saying 'Jessibelle', and pressing one hand against her dress's skirt. She removed it, to expose her shorts underneath, and Gi top, demanding a fight from the group via hand signals. While many stepped forwards, they all stepped back when Jessibelle walked forwards, stopping barely a foot from the concealed queen. They did not share words, merely a thought of combat, before Jessibelle's foot was propelled towards Edgy's skull.

She dodged, quickly dropping to the ground into a split position, before punching upwards into the gut of the poor woman, sending a jolt of blood and spit out of her mouth, and swatting her legs out from under her. It was over within a flash, the girl falling to the ground unconscious, hailing Edgy as the victor of the martial artists. The took the woman to the hospital, while claiming Edgy as their new leader, giving her a new alibi for her hidden investigation.

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Fight the weakest one there:

While planning, to keep fighters from attempting to take her spot, she had stated she gained a nigh-fatal illness to her new 'friends', which allowed her to stay at her apartment while sending information back to her colony, before she received an alert on her telephone. It was a younger fighter named Camille, who had been told that a new comer, someone without martial art experience was wishing to fight the currently holding leader.

Normally, Edgy would have shook it off like nothing, but she needed to keep her sick image. She alerted Camille of the faux disease and agreed to meet, but said she was unsure if she would be able to fight to the best of her ability. They agreed on a location, and sooner than Edgy hoped, she was hobbled out of the apartment building towards the bridge on a small scooter she had stolen. It was a nice ride, much cleaner and better than the normal days of extreme desert heats or extreme cold from the arctics. Just an average spring day in West City.

As Edgy made it to the location, she could see what was up the moment her eyes gazed over the new fighter. It was a boy, barely a young adult, his scrawny body and soft fists showed an easy living. No hardships or training, and his figure was not muscular to boot. However, he was a saiyan, as his tail was visible from the rear of his denim jeans. He gave a look of sadness when he finally looked at the fake limping Edgy, her bracelet holding Mephisto dangling with a ringing noise. She would refuse to let him get off easy, until she overheard the boy talking with what appeared to be one of the friends who set up the challenge.

"Dude, if you don't beat her, your dad is going to disown you. You have to be strong for this. Saiyans are supposed to be naturally masters at fist fights aren't they?"

"No, we aren't... And I know. Let us just get it over with. Even if she is crippled right now, that just makes it easier doesn't it? Maybe she wont be able to fight hard and we can be on equal ground. I don't know how this martial arts stuff works..."

Edgy had heard enough, throwing away the crutch she was limping off, flexing her leg, and taking a stance for a second, noticing the boy barely making any move to take a boxing sort of stance. He left his legs wide open, and his face was not covered in the least bit. Yet, she felt a sort of pity with the boy. She knew how it was to try and make your parents happy. Life is cruel. So she decided to let the boy win, but she was definitely going to put on a show.

She rushed forwards, punching towards the boy, who cowered off to the side, sending Edgy behind him t land onto the ground and face first into gravel. She got up, went to kick the boy, who jumped over her body, causing her to slide into more rocks and gravel, lightly bruising her body. She felt the light tap of the boy kicking her back as she did, faking taking damage despite it feeling like getting hit by a pillow. She landed on the ground, rolling multiple times before stopping. She sat their, laying on her chest silently as if unconscious, controlling her breathing to be heavy. Her new friends checked her, inexperienced and announcing her as unconscious, before they picked her up and carried her to their built backroom. She could hear the boy cheering and excited he won, though sullen it was required he fight a crippled girl. He became cocky, asking to see the real leader, the win getting to his head.

Edgy became ticked off, slight struggling to get off of her friends arms, limp walking out to where the boy was, going up to his back, and doing a single round house full powered kick, throwing him yards away with the sheer power behind the kick. The foot planted itself into his side, causing his muscles to contract and feel suddenly the worst pains possible. Edgy merely spit on the ground in front of herself, and walked away, letting his friends gather up the broken body of the boy. He would most likely require medical attention, she thought,

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Losers Gotta Lose:

The time as the gang gathered up more and more notice among the human fighting groups, as well as their racing groups, before they were asked to show up as a city wide convention. One of the strongest men in the entire cities would be there, though Edgy was unsure how powerful he truly was, he was known for murdering people with his sheer hits, which rivaled that of Edgy herself with her Ki. He most likely was experienced, and an excellent fighter, which was more than what a lot of the kids in these gangs could say. Edgy's group finally thought of a name for themselves, the Aorga Devils, which allowed them to sign up for the contest. This, however, would not be enough.

The man known for his power would not be alone. He had an entire group who trained with him, all most likely being at least somewhat Ki trained. This meant only one thing could be done... She needed to hijack his training machine. It would be one of the bulky, and massive training pods that fighters bought on earth all the time. She knew where to go... but how to get it would be a real question. She decided she would go ahead and do whatever happened.

She arrived outside of the man's house, sneaking through the gated fence and crawling her way towards the training pod, moving into the machine and looking around through the darkness. She was designed for darkness, her black clad leather armor she bore made her perfectly hidden, but the lack of night vision made moving around difficult.

It didn't seem to matter as she pressed a button on accident. It was an activation button, forcing her into a gravity field of one hundred times the normal Earth gravity. It would have killed her, had she not fallen and been pushed against the flooring. She struggled, crawling around in pain trying to keep a breath in her lungs while she tried to pull herself off the ground to turn it off. It was harder than it looked, with her muscles straining and giving in to the weight put upon her body, she had to take breathers to make sure she wasn't going to break a bone while committing to another attempt.

It felt like days, but after about an hour of struggling, she managed to get a hand up to the panel, and pulled the dial down to two times gravity, being so much easier on her weary bones and muscles. She stretched, and sat down to gather a breath, before finding the panel's travel switch, and directing the machine to her group's hide out. She wouldn't lose yet. Not now, not ever.

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Getting Mocked:

It was the day of the competition, the groups having gone head to head in a battle royal sort of combat, the last three remaining groups were the Devils, their rivals, and a group known as the Black Masks. The combat system was simple. Send up one fighter from each group, the three would do a sumo wrestling intro, before beginning no holds barred combat. The one still standing after the three fight is the victor. Only one can win.

That would be simply easy to win for most cases, but with their opponent's extreme power, Edgy had to be cautious, and formulated a plan. The weakest of her group would go first, going upwards in strength and skill, until Edgy would go last. It was a brilliant plan, working well, taking down multiple of the opponent's group, as well as most of the Black Masks, before the Devil's ran out of their fighters to send, besides the two sub leaders, Jannet and Marko, along with Edgy. 

Edgy was planning to go ahead of them and deal with their main rival, and the strongest man in West City, Erik Bandana, before an announcement went over the intercom.

THE RULES HAVE CHANGED EVERYONE, IT IS NOW A TEAM FREE FOR ALL. EVERY MEMBER OF ALL REMAINING CREWS ARE TO ENTER AND FIGHT TO THE END!

A sudden wash of fear dug through the Devil's group, as Erik walked up to the ring, and cracked his knuckles, having been the final member of his team. He mocked Edgy, giving her the middle finger, before giving her that look of hate. He clearly wanted her to quit now and save him the trouble, but she wouldn't have any of it. She grabbed her friends, the three going up to the ring to face their fear, the most powerful man in West City.

It was a massacre. At least, it felt like it to Edgy, She only remembered the minutes of endless blows to the trio, and the return, before her arm was held up over the unconscious bodies of her friends, and Erik Bandana. She had won? She didn't know until she fell under just as badly as they had.

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Pro!:

The fighting must have gotten to Edgy's head, having collected thousands, if not more from her commercial fighting under her alias, and suddenly started noticing her money she had was disappearing. She was spending it faster than she could could keep track of, and as if like a lightning strike, she was about as poor as when she started. She had a small collection of funds, strictly for investments, and needed a job. So, what is the most logical thing to do when you are a small time martial artist?

Open a business is what came to Edgy's mind. She bought a massive theater that was abandoned, cleaning it up and decorating it up with jazzy material and putting around posters and other decorations to make it seem as if when someone enters, they seem to suddenly get lost from the real world, entering a world of music and food. She wanted to open a Jazz Bar with an open kitchen and live music, which left her at a moment of silence as she looked for actual musicians.

Apparently in a world of monsters, aliens, demons, and martial artist paramilitaries, finding proper musicians is difficult, resulting in her making deals with two singers, and having a single thirty person band. Her days in fighting under this alias, and she hoped to make this Jazz club more than just a music hotspot, but also an extremely singular place for her supporters to enjoy nice music. It would be all she could hope for in these dire times. Her focus was to be on her cause, as well as her finances. As that is truly all that matters most to the demonic gal.

She admired her work from her office, looking down at her singers doing a Jazz cover of the famous Earth songs that she compiled lists for, as well as planning as Scat player to appear. It would be fantastic. With every sip from her cup, she wondered when she should go back to her mantel. Maybe now, maybe a few weeks. Possibly a year. She enjoyed the simple life of a human, and was saddened to know that this was all at the hand of a wretched species.

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Finished. The total should be below...

200+400+700+300+500= 2,100 PL