The harbor city of Sutgami was like the Wild West of the Thailand. The island was home to many crime syndicates, a wide assortment of pickpockets, thugs, mercenaries, thieves, prostitutes, assassins, and gunmen. It truly was a lawless land and the home to Luna Hightower. While she wasn't having a drink at the local bar or keeping her friends out of trouble. You could find her walking around the city. Normally you wouldn't want to just be going around but everyone knew Luna and most of the time, they knew better, but on occasion she would come across a fool, who either didn't know who Luna was or didn't simply care and it ended the same. They would be put six feet under. Luna was a student of Kyotōryū. A martial arts style taught to her by her sensei. If Luna focused her ki. She could cut through a bar of steel with her hand. It took many years to get where she was, she trained everyday, there was always room to improve, to learn and to become stronger. That's what her sensei had taught her and she took it to heart.

Tonight, Luna was on her way to the local bar to meet up with her crew. They had a wild day, lots of guns, blood and a big pay off. Running jobs for the Russian mob paid very well but they wouldn't just work for them but anyone willing to pay. Luna's friend Shelby would take on pretty much any job, from running drugs to human trafficking and everything in between. They made a lot of money and they had fun while doing it. So since the day was a success, it was time to celebrate. A giant neon sign that read "Pussycat Saloon" greeted guests and did so for Luna when she walked through the door. The whole room looked at her. It didn't bother Luna, that's how the place was. You never know what would walk through that door. You had to be ready for anything. The blue haired babe looked at the bar and saw her friends. Shelby, Michael and Bexley. The Irishman noticed Luna first and waved her over. She smiled and walked to the group.

"You all better have a drink for me."

"Oi! Of course we do lass." Michael said and handed her a pint of beer.

"We got some shots too." Shelby said as she place a few shot glasses filled with whiskey on the bar in front of them. Bexley placed her arm over Luna's shoulder, already a little drunk.

"That was a close call today. How did you slice that bullet in half? Fuckin' mental love."

Luna chuckled before taking a drink from her pint.

"Years and years of training."

"Good, let's hope it works out when you take on the three queers this Saturday."

Luna laughed, spitting out beer as she did.

"Queers? Bexley. You're a shemale. Calling them queer makes no sense."

"Please. I'm a beautiful bitch, with a thick ass and rockin' tits."

"And a dick."

"Yes and a dick."

"Queer."

"Cunt."

The four of them busted up and took shots. The whiskey burned on the way down, but to Luna. It meant she was alive and that's all that mattered to her. As the group went for another round of shots. The door swung open to the saloon, a man, who looked like a merc. Pointed an RPG right at Luna and friends. Their eyes widened.

"Go to Hell!!!"

The man pulled the trigger and the RPG fired, the warhead was coming right at them.

"Oh fuck."


"So, B.D. and I are taking on Rain, Snow and Kid Kool. Dear God. Whoever came up with this match must have a fucked up sense of humor. It's just not fair for those three to take on my partner and I. Oh. Did you think I was going to say it wasn't fair for us? Fucking please. We could be blindfolded and it still would be an unfair fight for those those three. We have Rain, Queer of the stone age, then Snow, who gives lesbians a bad name. God I hate that bitch. You couldn't pay me to touch that rotten pussy. No thank you"

"And of course there's Kid Kool. The blonde dipshit who spells cool with a K. The only people who are able to get away with that is Ed Boon and the maker of Mortal Kombat but Kid Kool. When he spells it that way. It shows just how fucking dumb he is. There isn't a single person in the world who likes him, let alone here in the XWF. So why the fuck do I have to waste my time with the holy trio of ? I don't know, but that's how it is. So fuck it. B.D. and I will win and we won't even break a sweat. We'll be in and out in no time, then I'm heading to the bar afterwards, so I can drink and watch Bexley flirt with men and laugh as I see their faces change once they find out she has a dick. Good times. See you next time on Savage. Ta-ta cunts."