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Intro 1: First, We Kill the Lawyers

"This is going to be NUTS!"

Justin raced down the hallway with the list for the Last Man Standing Melee. As he passed through the atrium, the sunset cast a golden glow on his smiling form. He had reason to smile. At that moment, John, Natasha, and Ogre were in "high-level discussions" with all the disgruntled parties that felt they had a right to be invited to the tournament. The first to voice their displeasure was Tekken, the Mishima Corporation lawyer's call being clocked in at precisely twenty-eight seconds after the list had been read off. The Tenkaichi switchboard, already busy with call from advertisers, merchandizers, officials and the like, almost shut down from the overload. Justin figured, with the information he'd received a few hours ago as to membership, that this much at least would be good news.

It couldn't be any worse than how the day started.

First, there was the note attached to the hilt of the dagger that John nearly cut off his nose on as he rolled awake. The note had only one word: "Reconsider."

Then there was the three-way fight that broke out between fans of WCW, the WWF, and Tekken 2 during a demonstration in front of the Tenkaichi offices. The picketing was going peacceably enough (albeit noisily) when an NWO supporter mentioned that both King and Armor King were being 'considered' for membership into the NWO. John was able to slip into the building unnoticed.

Finally, just when he'd made it to his desk, John noticed the temperature dropping. Just outside the window, levitating, arms folded was Keith from Psychic Force. Smirking.

John had dived under the desk just before the thermal inversion blew out the windows in the room. He came out amidst the ruins extremely angry. A low whistle from the doorway pulled his thoughts away from homicide and towards his asistant Natasha, who was surveying the damage. "Y'know boss," she smiled, "if you wanted to redecorate, all you had to do --"

"All right, that's it! They want a hearing, they'll *get* a hearing!"

"What have you got in mind?"

"You'll see. Tell the parties who feel they've been wrongly treated that I will meet with their representatives at four o'clock in Conference room A. If they can't get someone here by then, then they should forget about *ever* bringing this crap up again."

Brushing off his jacket, John favored Natasha with his best evil grin.

"And once you've done that, here's what I want you to do..."

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"What's taking him so long?" Larry Sbisco fumed as he looked at his watch. "He's the one who was pushing for this whole WCW/NCO united front deal. It's five to four now!"

Sitting in one of the lounge chairs, Gorilla Monsoon, representing the WWF, laughed. "It figures - you put your faith in the head loose cannon within your organization! No wonder your wrestlers have no respect for tradition or the rules!"

"Sure, Gorilla - that's why al your big stars are coming over to WCW - no respect for your losing hide! Check your ratings lately?"

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, please!" the ponytailed Wong said, interjecting himself between the two "legends". "We will not do ourselves any good yelling at each other."

"Chinaman's right" Slim Daddy said, taking a drag from his cigarette. "We can't show any weakness to these Tenkaichi punks. We gots to claim what's ours."

"Why don't you just shut the f*** up, pimp!" a suited representative for K-1 Kickboxing said.

"You plan on making me, man? I'd hate to spoil your one good suit."

Kuroko moved to seperate the two. "Ah, let 'em duke it out" a Fighting Network Rings rep said. "this way we'll have some entertainment." At that point the elevator doors opened, revealing the leather-jacketed Eric Bishoff, leader of the infamous New World Order, along with Hollywood Hulk Hogan.

"Couldn't bother to get dressed properly for this, Bishoff?" J.J. Dillon said.

"This," Bishoff said as he waved his hand around the office, "is merely a diversion. The real battle is taking place at the arena."

"Just what are you talking about, Bishoff?"

The door to Conference room A opened. All heads swiveled to see Natasha stepping through and closing the door behind her.

"I hope your wait wasn't long, gentlemen. We're ready for you now."

"Finally!" an exaspeerated little man, heretofore unnoticed, said as he strode past the group into the room. "Mr. Carr!" he boomed, "I am Moe Dewey of Dewy, Cheatem, and Howe, Assoc. and I demand --"

A deep voice behind a metal mask intoned, "You demand *what*, little man?"

The lawyer's planned tirade died in his throat as he surveyed the faces surrounding him. At their center sat John, hands steepled, trying hard to hold back a shit-eating grin. "Mr. Dewey - gentlemen. Won't you be seated?"

It was Lee, of Tekken fame, who recovered first. "I thought that we would be meeting with *you*, Mr. Carr" he began.

"And you *are* meeting with me, Mr. Chou Lain. I never said it would be by myself. Indeed, given the charges you and your fellows," motioning to the assembled plaintiffs "have levelled against Tenkaichi - favoratism, influence peddling, rigging of schedules, etc., I felt it necessary to convene a meeting of the Advisory Council."

Behind his mask, Kuroko smiled. In one swift stroke the wind had been taken out of the insurgent's sails. Seated around the table were some of the most powerful beings in the known Mutiverse. Many, like Doctor Doom of the Marvel Super Heroes node, Rose of Street fighter fame, and Vermillion from Toshinden he knew from having officiated their bouts in both the Dream Tournaments and the MVFC. Others, such as the diminuitive but deadly Happosai, the man known as Girigiri Oyaji, and Udan, the sovereign Emperor of Tobal, he knew only from reputation. The wrestlers and the others have sorely underestimated this organization's drive, he thought.

Bishoff was still smiling, though...

"Allow me to make introductions. To my far left is Mr. Happosai, representing the Ranma 1/2 node. Next to him is Momuro Fukuzo of the Lightning Legend contingent..."

"Please - call me Girigiri Oyaji," the redcapped man grinned. "Everyone does."

"Next we have Kyosuke manabe representing heaven's Gate...

"Seung han Myong of Soul Edge...

"Vermillion of Toshinden 3..."

"Good to see you again, Bishoff." Vermillion smiled.

"The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure."

Deciding to leave *that* one alone for the moment, John continued. "Next we have Billy Kane of REal Bout Fatal Fury...

"Oda Nobunaga of Dynasty Warriors...

"Mikado of Bushido Blade...

"tsukiko of Kakugo no Susume.."

"Hi!" the chirpy redhead said.

"Panther of Saber marionette J - battle Sabers..

"his sovereign of the planet Tobal, Emperor Udan...

"Raoul Castellian of Fighters' Impact...

"and the hooded gentleman next to me, Shingami of Yokai Butoden."

"To my far right, we have Headmaster Shindo of Ranjo High School, representing the Asuka 120% node...

"Warhead of War Gods...

"Neco of Zero Divide 2...

"Chizuru of King of Fighters 96

"Skullomania of Street Fighter EX

"Gaoh of Gowkaizer

"Ryuhi of Virtual Hiryuu no Ken

"Mrs. Bulma Vegitta, representing Dragonball GT --"

"Bulma will be fine, thank you..."

Nodding, John continued. "To her right is the Lord of Latveria, Victor von Doom...

"Rose, representing Street Fighter collection...

"Gado, representing Bloody Roar...

"Han Solo, representing Star Wars...

"and Kain, representing the mastersfighter node."

Seating himself, John regarded the representatives before him. "Now then. I'm willing to hear arguments as to why you feel you should have been included. This council will ignore any attemps to bully or coerce, and *any* outside actions with intent to sway this council's decisions will be met in the manner received."

At this, Bishoff blanched visibly, but quickly recovered. It did not go unnoticed.

"Mr. Dewey, since you were so anxious to address this council, you may go first."