Anyways, like always please review, I need feedback kinda bad and I would really appreciate it! Keep in mind that this story is set sometime in the future during a war and things like WWE wrestling and the music we listen to now are so old that they've become "new" again.

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Zell and Victory were lying in different directions on a big table in their locker room. Their fight would start in a few minutes, and they were using the time to lie in silence, thinking about anything but the fight. Victory was on her back, Zell's shoulder a couple inches from the top of her head. He was also lying on his back and when he looked up and to the right he could see his sister's face. They were both already dressed in their matching blue uniforms, and were waiting to be called out. Zell's blond hair and blue eyes were almost identical to his twin's, the only difference being that his hair was relatively short and spiked with a little gel.

"You ready?" he asked quietly, arching his back a little so he could see her.

Victory nodded absently in response. "As ready as I want to be. I'll be fine when I get in the ring."

"You're a hellcat in there, that's for sure," he said, still looking at her. "I wouldn't want to fight against you, if I wasn't as good as I am, that is," he snickered, letting his back once again flatten against the table.

"Zell, watch my back in there. If a four hundred pound guy sits on me, you're going to be my only hope." They both burst out laughing after a second or two of silence.

"I promise that if a four hundred pound guy sits on you I'll jump in the ring and call him lard ass until he gets of you and chases me instead. Good enough?" he asked her, interlocking his fingers behind his head.

"No. I want you to kick his lard ass off of me, like, before I die of being squished. You know, be my protective big brother," she said, on the edge of whining as she poked Zell's broad shoulder.

"Okay," he said, rolling his eyes. "But only if you promise you'll save me from any guys dressed in drag or unibreasted feminist radicals." He sounded so serious Victory couldn't help but laugh hysterically. She covered her face absently with one hand as she felt tears run down her cheeks.

"Deal," she finally managed. After another minute she stopped laughing so hard, and was able to speak again. "You know if we win tonight, we'll be the best tag-team in underground fighting, right?"

Zell blew a huge bubble with his bubble gum, then popped it and began chewing it again. "Yup, but I already knew that we're the best. We're going to win big tonight."

"Why do you think we're so good?" she asked absently, twirling a small piece of his spiky hair around one of her fingers.

"Because we've fought each other so many times. We know each other's strengths and weaknesses. We cover each other's weaknesses with our strengths. You've got brains and technique, I've got brawn and style. We make a great team." Victory rolled her eyes at him.

"And I don't have style? I'm the girl who can beat the hell out of almost any guy with my bare hands!"

"Yeah, but I can beat the shit out of any guy. And not only that, but I make the crowd happy while I do it. For me it's fun. For you it's getting to beat the fuck out of a guy, and sometimes I think you imagine it's me," he said matter-of-factly, blowing another bubble. She smiled again.

"That's why you're Zell "Big Time" Blazek, because of the show you're always putting on. Like you're already in the big time, even though you're still only fighting in the underground amateur fights."

"After today we'll get invited to the pro fights. I can't wait," he said as he stretched his arms up into the air and yawning.

"Because of the insane amounts of money we'll make every fight?" Victory asked, turning a little to see his reaction as she too began to stretch her arms out.

Zell sighed contentedly. "Groupies," he said dreamily.

Victory half-snorted. "Mazi would kill you," she reminded him.

He only shook his head. "I don't care, I just want my own groupies. If I feel like it I want to get laid by a different super hott chick who worships me every night," he said in the same dreamy voice.

"Sex would be your motivation, Zell. I swear you don't think about anything else," she said, sounding a little disgusted with him.

"What can I say, I'm horny. Although you're not totally right, I do think about other things," he said softly.

"Like what?" she asked, sounding like she didn't necessarily believe him...

"Food. I think about that a lot. Food and sex, that's pretty much it."

"That's gross, Zell. You're sick, I can't believe I'm related to you," Victory groaned, smacking him on the side of the head and making him laugh as he put his arms up to protect himself from her onslaught.

"I know, but you love me anyway," he said as he laughed.

It was at that instant that their manager and distant cousin Manny walked into the room. "Hey, guys. Ready for the big fight?"

Both of them sat up, getting off the table. Victory grabbed her leather fighting gloves with the cut off fingers and put them on, only to discover that one was Zell's and far too big for her. The weird connection that the twins had showed at that moment as Zell turned to catch his glove just as Victory threw it to him and he tossed her the glove that belonged to her.

Manny had seen that kind of thing happen many times between his two charges,but it still creeped him out. The twins were wired a bit strangely.

Victory was the first to turn and speak to him. "Are we up soon?" sheasked.

Their manager glanced at the clipboard that had been under his arm. "Yeah, in just a few minutes. You guys ready to kick some ass?"

Zell gave the big practice punching bag hanging in the middle of the room a nasty left hook, bouncing around in his fighting stance as though the bag were an actual opponent. "Ready to kick ass and take names like always. Right, Tory?" heasked, seemingly without breaking concentration in the slightest.

Victory was stretching her arms out again, but she nodded. "It is in the job description. And yeah, I'm definitely ready for this fight. If we win you're taking us out to eat tonight, right, Manny?"

Their longtime agent and friend laughed. "Sure, Victory, I'll take you out to eat. But I can't afford to feed Big Time, I'd have to take out another mortgage on my house!"

Zell paused from his warm-up and cocked an eyebrow at his cousin. "It's called 'all you can eat,' you should really look into it, Cuz."

Manny snickered. "Oh believe me, I did. I called every single all you can eat place in town today, and you've been banned from all of them except the sushi bar." He and Victory laughed, but Zell obviously wasn't impressed.

"I had nothing to do with any of those brawls I started," he said, almost pouting.

Victory gave him a look like he was crazy. "What, are you retarded? Even you admit you started all of them!" she exclaimed, taking a step toward him and trying to smack her brother across the back of the head.

Zell defended himself somewhat from her playful attack, holding the punching bag between himself and the girl he bore such a strong resemblence to. "Sure I did, but I refuse to take blame for things I did while I was drunk on my ass. I was obviously not in a condition to take responsibility for my actions. It's not fair that every place in the city that serves beer got restraining orders put on me. I only come here a few times a year anyway. And in my opinion sushi blows," Zell said, barely avoiding a punch, then a kick.

Manny just shook his head as his two clients continued to mess around and act like little kids. "Quit bitching, Big Time, you need to focus on the fight. You two should go up now, they'll be announcing you in a minute. Good luck, guys."

"Thanks, M," Victory said as she did a few warm-up punches on the bag that Zell was now holding for her instead of shielding himself with. When she felt like she was loose enough she jogged to the door and then up the stairs, Zell not far behind.

They always ran up to the ring, it was sort of a tradition of theirs.

When they were almost to the top they heard their names being announced.