Derrick and the woman known as Itaria walk through the dirt to the car that Derrick arrived in. Her eyes focus on the vehicle, something she has never seen before. Annoyed, she turns to him with an accusatory look in her eye.

"And what the hell is this thing?"

Not really listening as he opens the driver's side door and steps in, he motions for her to go to the other side and do the same. Reluctantly she does, closing the door behind her.

"Earth special, totally inefficient."

"Then why use it?"

"I can't very well just teleport all over the place now, can I? It'll raise way too much suspicion, and I'm supposed to be laying low here anyway."

With a sigh, she leans back in the seat. Derrick pulls on the seatbelt and starts the car. Looking over, she notices this and does the same. The car roars off on to the dirt road, driving away from the desert.

Latching onto his wrist as he tries to drive, Itaria looks at Derrick.

"Where are we going?"

"Houston, Texas."

In the blink of an eye, the car's left behind in the desert. Derrick, Itaria, and the briefcase are no longer there. How strange would a car left in drive in the middle of the desert look? Hopefully not enough so that it becomes a big deal later on...

The Chieftain opens his eyes, and recognizes where he is immediately. Not from experience, but from seeing the pictures. Houston. They appeared in the middle of a crowd of people without doing so much as alerting anyone.

Immediately, he's pulled out of the crowd by his invited guest. Itaria looks around the part of the largest city she had ever seen in either life. Confusion beginning to set in on the demigoddess' mind.

"Who the fuck makes a city this large? Is this really necessary?!"

Pressing his hand to her mouth as two people walk by, Derrick tries to play off her outburst as a joke.

"Yeah, she's just getting used to this place. Don't worry."

An awkward fake laugh followed, just making the two that more suspicious. They come closer, against the Chieftain's sincerest warnings, and look Itaria square in the eye.

This is not going to end well.

Thrashing about, Itaria tries her hardest to not look them back. They aren't taking no for an answer it seems, as they continue trying to get a look at her eyes. Why?

It doesn't appear as though there will be an answer for the as Itaria thrusts her hand at the closer one, conjuring a tarantula upon his face. Upon feeling the hairy beast crawl on his cheek, he tosses his head back and screams, running off in fear. The other one follows, fearful of anything showing up on him.

Itaria drops down to her knees, hyperventilating. As a woman used to not having much contact with anyone throughout her first life, a fear of social interaction plagues her second. She stands up, trying to steady her breathing, but Derrick grabs her wrist and turns her to face him.

"What the fuck was that?"

An embarrassed look crosses her face and remains, she looks away from his face before responding.

"I panicked a bit."

"A bit? You can't just go around using such blatant parts of your powers in the eyes of humans!"

"Blatant? You use your powers?

"I can. Mine are incredibly subtle."

Derrick, still grabbing her wrist, drags her back onto the main sidewalk. She releases herself from the grip but doesn't run. Staying by his side, the two walk down the sidewalk, trying to find the Toyota Center.

What could possibly go wrong?




"It appears that not only have three opponents issued statements, but another one dropped out of the match entirely. Oh well, no time to waste, is there? Let us commence!

Allow me to start with David Skulley, the lowest of the low in reality. Charging ahead like a lemming rushes to commit suicide. Yes, you all file in like sheep to the slaughter in every sense of the phrase, and you have done not a thing to disprove that hypothesis.

The obvious lack of intelligence you have for someone with such a big head about yourself is frankly disturbing. That's right, you managed to disturb me. Great work! That'll be the only thing you're going to accomplish when it comes to this match and your role in eliminating any bit of the competition, who are all capable of out thinking you in a matter of seconds. Even that Smith fellow would be able to, were he here.

While I'm picking you apart, allow me to steal your insult better than you can steal mine. You claim me limp wristed, and you're the one going on about pornography. There, done with a but of style might I add.

Then we have The C Plus, which if his statement was any hint of his intelligence was about the average grade he received in high school. I do laugh at every single one of you because you're so slow minded that you all managed to catch up with each other in terms of mental capacity while I'm lapping you three thousand times over. Each one of you is exactly the same, a victim to the warpath that I'm on. A faceless statistic.

You claim I'm something out of a video game, which could work because I'm so far out of your reality you can't begin to comprehend it. See, you set yourself up for that joke. However, I'm not Luca Arzegotti, so I'll spare you a twelve minute lecture using that one comment as the base.

The only thing you're going to be cleaning out of the house is the food, fatty.

I can already feel the anger permeating off of this one, this is really fun!

Finally, and thankfully, we come to Mr. Braxton. I said you try to play yourself off as insane in a foolish attempt to get into your opponents head to make up for the fact that no one remembers who you are without it. You took that comment and formulated a stupid, earthborn definition for insanity.

Practical insanity maybe, but that's not the kind you're preaching.

The only introduction to pain that will be handed out on Saturday will be of me introducing your feet to your tastebuds, because you've all bit off way more than you can chew. Fuck, I'm the least physically impressive one here, even more so than TheCPlusSize, and I'm already the favorite in the eyes of anyone with common sense.

Because you all are weak.

You all know not what strength is, nor will you ever.

I take it you're angry now...

Just the way I like it."