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Shadow the Hedgehog is not a difficult Mobian to find for someone like Rouge the Bat. She swoops in from the dusk-covered sky, landing on the hill overlooking a scenic vista of loops, jumps, and dancing flowers.

"Beautiful evening to stop and enjoy the beauty of nature, isn't it?"

Shadow only slightly turns his head, acknowledging Rouge with a simple grunt.

She shrugs, a sigh escaping her lips. "How long have you been at this moody teen phase of yours? What turned you into the eternal fight grump?"

"I don't need to explain anything to you," Shadow says, his arms firmly crossed.

"I know," Rouge says, slinking up beside him, fluttering her eyes. "You're not a tough book to read, Shadow the Hedgehog. Ever since you sworn off your past, all you've been doing is going from one fight to the next, facing off against threat after threat after threat." She pulls a collection of photographs from her glove, tossing them at his feet. "And you really did a number on a few of them. That Jackal Squad during the Eggman takeover--you didn't kill them. You utterly destroyed them."

"I have no regrets," Shadow says. "Are you trying to guilt me for putting an end to those who would use their," he snorts, "power for selfish gain?"

"Oh, but I'm sure you actually do," Rouge says, stepping up in front of him, facing the cliff, and looking off into the distance. There, down below in the hilly landscape, dust kicks up as the familiar blue blur zips along, making a light show of the whole arena. "You're an immortal, Shadow. You truly are the ultimate life form, whether you want to acknowledge that or not, and that comes with some perks and some downsides. For one, you're as handsome as you were ten years ago, no, sixty years ago. Definitely on one of the perkier sides of life."

"Your point?" he grumbles.

"The major downside for a man who gets his kicks from beating the not out of baddies and villains and bullies and bastards is that eventually, you're going to run out of them."

He grimaces, tensing up. "What do you really want?"

Rouge smiles, holding her hand out to the streak speeding around the track. "I can offer you challenges that will never, ever end. You'll have to open your horizons about who you will fight and how you will go about it."

He lowers his arms, stepping up beside her. Both are at the precipice, staring down at the scene below them. "And what exactly would I have to do to join in on your scheme? Help you rob a museum?"

"Nothing so droll," she says. "I just need you to give me bodily fluids, is all."

Shadow quirks a brow at her, the two of them standing there in silent contemplation.

--

Rouge the Bat and Breezie step through to the next viewing room. It had been another short trip through the tunnel system, and when the ladies arrive, they find Clutch already sitting in one of the chairs, his tail swishing back and forth.

Instead of a two-way mirror, the guests are treated with monitors lined up, each showing different angles of a sterile and padded cubic room, the bright white of the screens lighting the chamber up quite well.

"Gotta say this place is a lot less homey than the last one," Clutch says. "Nothing much going on the screen either."

"That last venue," Rouge says, stepping up to the station, "was once a rather famous bordello, remodeled and updated for the comfort of competitors. We could also make a side business of providing professional streamers a place to perform their art in an authentic environment."

Clutch growls. "Competition, my ass. That was just two dudes fuckin' each other! I have zero interest in watching something with the pretense of action."

"Then, how about we ditch pretense then?" Rouge says, spinning around in her seat.

Breezie sits herself down, glancing around the screens. "And just how do you plan on doing that?" She asks.

"By showing you my third type of service. If you thought the last one was not much of a grudge match of sexual delights." She presses the microphone button and leans, her voice ringing in the padded room, "You'll be happy to know that our next competitors will put the 'fight' in 'sex-fight."

On one side, the door opens outward into a room illuminated only by flashes of light here and there, crackling and causing a slight fuzziness in the screen. A green figure steps out from it, a scowl on her face as she struts on in, her electrical power crackling.

"Our first contender in this special duel is Surge the Tenrec," Rouge explains, with a much more formal tone than her professional announcers. "A would-be hero turned would-be scorched earth advocate: she's here to settle a score."

"She's a criminal," Breezie says, folding her arms over her chest.

"Okay, now you've got my attention," Clutch says, tapping his cane.

"And she's only half of our star-studded battle here." She presses another button, and the door on the other side opens up.

Through the dark corridor comes a glowing orange light that increases in intensity as the lilac cat steps out, her body draped in a frilled and royal cloak.

"May I present to you Blaze the Cat," Rouge says. "If either of you are unaware, she's the princess of a great kingdom from another dimension, but she volunteered her services here. It's quite the opportunity for cultural exchange, don't you think?"

The princess eyes the tenrec, a frown upon her face, her head bowed low, but her eyes, alight with flame, do not leave her. "Here we are on a noble field of battle. Thank you for allowing yourself to be a part of this ceremonial duel."

Surge chuckles, thumbing her nose. "What can I say? I never heard of a fuck fight before!"

Blaze's eye twitches. "Do not disrespect my customs."

"Believe me," Surge snickers, holding her hand out with a thumbs down. "By the time I'm done, you'll be disrespected in so many nasty ways."