The X-Project

Cannonball, Cyclops, Kylun and Sunfire go around the back to sneak in quietly. But, as always, no plan survives contact with the enemy. Or the team.

( So, draw straws to blow this thing down? Ah make too much of a racket, an' the idea is to be at least a -little-bit subtle, right? )

While Cannonball, Sunfire, Kylun and Cyclops look for Kyle, The Juggernaut and The Wolverine provide... a distraction, capitalize on their reputations, and much to their disappointment, are a tag-team.

( Last team standing wins. Get out there. Cain stepped through the door, then paused. Wait, TEAM? We're a team? )

Cyclops runs into trouble, of a extra-large extra-armed Luchador variety. Still, One Eye defeats Four Arms. Superhero math for the win!

( And with that he launched himself into a run, aiming a Size Nineteen Quadruple E bootsole smack at the center of Scott's chest. )

Shiro also runs into some trouble, although he would have probably preferred Scott's encounter to the one he got.

( Shiro blinked. He was expecting a street fighter, not an invisible drag queen. )

Sam and Scott find Kyle. Still in Toad's clutches. Toad likes having clutches, he doesn't much like being found. Sam tries to bluff, Toad has a -very- bad day due to optic blasts, and Kyle gets grounded forever. And does NOT get to get his licks in on Toad.

( And you, he said, as Kyle looked up at them, are grounded until the end of the world. )

Backdated, because I suck.

While Kyle's learning a little more about fighting, the manager of the fighting club calls an old friend, and learns that he too has a rising star.

( The kid had the viciousness in him. He was a fighter, all right. And Paul was going to make so much money. )
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Kyle talks to his last opponent, and learns that he's just a little too eager sometimes, and than takes that lesson to heart.

( Why did his voice keep threatening to crack? She couldn't -possibly- be .. ~Dude, -hello-. Hottie~. She -was- flirting. )

Kyle watches a fight, and gets an invitation to come back.

( The warehouse-turned-gym smelled like sweat, and blood, and oddly, Kyle thought, of warm laundry rooms. )