As Ortega and Dan began to rev their engines, Trash was talked in massive amounts.
Ortega: Man, I’m gonna burn you so bad, you gonna look like a weenie that was on the barbeque too long!
Dan: Man, them steroids have gone to your brain!
Just as Sakura was to yell go, they saw a purple streak coming directly at them, freezing them both in amazement. As it rumbled closer, they could see it clearly. A purple 2003 Bentley Azure convertable pimped out with red plush interior, hydraulics, red Tireflys, a Kenwood sound system blasting Jay-Z’s ‘Big Pimpin’ and topped off with fuzzy purple dice in the windshield.
Ortega: Who in the fuck?
Dan: Man, whatchu think u doin’?
Two men hopped out the car, Allen Snider and Retsu. (Thought I’d let 'em go into story limbo? No way! :D)
Allen: You all claim to be pimps, right?
Ortega: Yea, so what? Who are you some assistant pimp? I already got my understudy.
Allen: hmmph, No friend see I am a pimp of the highest order. This is my assistant pimp, Retsu.
Dan’s eyes flashed with the memory of the gi-clad old man.
Dan: You son of a bitch! You broke my nose back in Japan!
Ortega: You got beat up by an assistant pimp? Damn you suck!
Allen: Look gentlemen, We all see to be owners of fine vehciles. Care to add one more to the race?
Ortega: What’s the stip, chump?
Dan: Yea, what’s your angle?
Allen: No angle. I just love kickin’ but and chasin’ tail.
With that the three men prepared to race.
Retsu stood over with Skullo and Scorp.
Retsu: I’m getting too old for this, you know.
Skullo: nods
Scorp flips Retsu the bird.
Retsu: Oh, you want some, huh? As Skullo tried desperately to hold the two warriors apart, Sakura screamed:GO!!!
