[GRUNTING]
[PERSON COUGHS]
[YAWNS]
[GRUNTING]
MAN: Ha-ha. Come on.
[ALL YELLING, CHATTERING]
Disaster.
You don't know the half of it.
We'll be lucky if we can make the rent on this toilet.
That's it?
Nobody's betting.
ROULETTE: Who can blame them?
[BEEPS]
It's no good.
There isn't enough.
The last remnant of Brainiac,
but there isn't enough to work with.
Perhaps if you constructed a positronic event chamber?
Yes.
Yes, that could work. But where would I get the money?
Between the government freezing my assets
and the cost of running this secret society...
He's talking to his imaginary friend again.
You're a resourceful human, Luthor.
I'm sure you'll find a way.
[CLEARS THROAT]
What do you want, Sonar?
You busy? Roulette wants to...
I'm more than capable of speaking for myself.
Lex, darling...
I'm having some serious financial problems,
and I'm afraid you're to blame.
Well, don't look at me to bail you out, Roulette.
I'm the one who skims you.
You know I don't like to complain, Lex,
but you are taking a much bigger cut
of the gross than Grodd ever did.
And Metabrawl receipts are down.
I've seen the books.
Now, don't think me ungrateful,
but you've been poaching the best fighters
for your so-called secret society.
Pity. Cut to the chase, Roulette.
What do you want?
If I could only have a few star attractions
in the ring.
Bizarro.
Sinestro.
Maybe Bizarro versus Sinestro?
TALA: Back off, hot pants.
Give the man some space.
You're playing with fire, witch.
Who's playing?
Tala.
Come on. Let them go at it a minute.
There's not going to be any fighting.
At least not here.
Sonar...
I think you've given me the solution
to Roulette's problem.
And mine as well.
Of course. The new Metabrawl.
All girl fights all the time.
We'll call it the Glamour Slam.
Or The Belles of the Brawl.
Chickapalooza.
With the right backing, it's a million-dollar idea.
A cash cow.
But even this won't work if the girls
are all second-string villains.
Who said anything about villains?
BLACK CANARY: Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
[GRUNTS]
[GROANS]
[GRUNTING]
Need a hand, Canary?
Not from you.
[GRUNTS]
Suit yourself.
I've never seen you so sloppy.
What's the deal?
Get out of my way!
[GRUNTS, GROANS]
I don't need your help, Huntress.
Right.
You were doing a fabulous job
of getting your butt handed to you.
What did he do, anyway?
Stole a wallet.
Shut up. You got creamed by a pickpocket?
You sure you're okay? [GROANS]
Worried?
Curious.
Right.
I didn't think you cared about anyone.
[MOTORCYCLE ENGINE REVS]
[TIRES SCREECH]
[SIGHS]
HUNTRESS: I'm telling you, Q, Canary's totally off her game.
Think she's moonlighting?
Maybe she's stepping out on Green Arrow.
The deeper mystery here is, why do you even care?
Isn't this the woman who beat
the snot out of you a few months back?
She got a lucky shot in.
Okay. Five or six lucky shots.
Anyway, that's not the point.
Aha! As I suspected.
Thirty-two flavors.
There's something wrong here, Q. I can feel it.
I'm the conspiracy theorist,
and even I don't see anything.
[SIGHS]
So... what are you wearing?
Blue overcoat. Fedora.
[SCOFFS] You really stink at this.
Orange socks?
[HANGS UP]
[MOTORCYCLE REVS]
[TIRES SCREECH]
[BEEPING]
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]
Piece of... [ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]
...cake.
Going down?
[GROANING]
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
[BEEPING]
ROULETTE: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to another ultra-exclusive evening
of Metabrawl Glamour Slam.
My name is Roulette, and I make the rules.
[CROWD CHEERING]
Prepare to see the biggest, baddest
super-powered struggle for dominance
that it has ever been my pleasure to present.
A no-holds barred fight between
two legendary ladies of the league.
Fire, the blistering babe from Brazil.
And the sultry siren of the sonic smackdown,
the undefeated queen of the Glamour Slam,
Black Canary.
[CROWD CHEERING WILDLY]
[WOLF WHISTLES]
Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen.
Let the pain begin.
[GROWLS]
[GRUNTING]
[YELLS]
[GROANS]
[MOANS]
[GRUNTING]
[GASPING, CHEERING]
[MOANS]
Woo-hoo!
[YELLS]
ROULETTE: And the winner is...
Jeez, what's wrong with you?
You almost killed Fire back there.
Are you undercover?
Is Roulette blackmailing you? Talk to me.
[GRUNTING]
You've got worse than that coming.
[GRUNTING]
[INHALES]
[GROANS, CHOKES]
Better call the league in on...
[GRUNTING]
Terrific.
What's... What's going...
MAN: Thanks for saving us the trouble.
We really appreciate it.
HUNTRESS: How was I supposed to know you'd snapped out of it?
I mean, I couldn't be sure.
They've had you up every night working the arena.
No wonder you've been fighting like a girl.
You know what I mean.
[DOOR OPENS, FOOTSTEPS]
Don't remember, do you?
You did that to her.
No way.
Where do you think you got that burn?
It wasn't your fault.
They must be using some kind of mind-control technology.
Grodd's. Wherever it comes from,
that stuff's a little too efficient for my taste.
Your earpiece was wrecked in the fight.
We can't phone for help.
Yeah. Yeah, I think you're right.
The league comm-links. That must be
how Roulette was controlling you.
If she dies, Roulette,
I'm taking you down hard. I promise you that.
Now, why would I let such a valuable commodity die?
On the other hand, you two aren't under my control,
which means I'm going to have to... [SNAPS]
...eliminate you.
In the ring, of course.
Why just snuff you when I can sell tickets and lay odds?
You're scum.
No, no, my dear. I'm an entrepreneur.
Let's face it, With some A- list heroes to do the jobs,
your deaths will net me millions.
An extra added attraction tonight, ladies and gentlemen.
Black Canary had so much fun,
she's come back for more.
And she's brought the Huntress with her.
[BEEPING]
But they won't be fighting each other.
[CROWD BOOING]
They'll be fighting together.
Huntress and Black Canary
versus two new contenders.
Vixen. The beauty with the beast powers,
And the Thanagar thrasher, Hawkgirl.
[CROWD CHEERING]
Ladies and gentlemen, place your bets.
Looks like we're in this together.
If you call me girlfriend, I'm gonna drop-kick you
into the next county.
Now don't go all sentimental on me.
[GRUNTING]
[GROWLS]
No, no, no, little bird.
Watchtower.
What?
Let me give you the short version.
[GRUNTING]
I don't want to hurt you, Shayera.
But I wanna hurt you.
[GRUNTING]
Just when we were starting to get along.
[SCREAMS, MOANS]
Huh?
I don't think I wanna know.
We're all in a cage match fighting to the death.
Yeah, see?
MAN: Come on. Fight. Fight.
MAN 2: What are you doing?
That all you got?!
Oh, no.
I've saved the very best for last.
[CROWD CHEERING]
ROULETTE: Yes, that's really Wonder Woman,
ladies and gentlemen.
It is on!
Can even these four beautiful bruisers stand up
to the Amazon powerhouse herself?
Anybody got a plan?
Yeah. Try to stay alive.
Anybody got a good plan?
[GRUNTING]
[YELLS]
[GRUNTING]
Were getting creamed here.
Let me try. Cover your ears.
[SCREECHES]
[CROWD BOOING]
[SCREAMS]
[GRUNTING]
[YELLING]
[SCREAMING, YELLING]
Keep her busy so I can take her from behind.
[GRUNTING]
[SCREAMS]
[GRUNTING]
Oh, nice move.
That's all I got.
[GRUNTING]
Control center's gotta be up there. Hang on.
I should've taken you down last time. My mistake.
[SCREECHES]
[GRUNTS]
I know your kind, Roulette. You like to watch.
But when it comes to getting your own pretty hands dirty...
Didn't think I was that good, did you?
[GRUNTS]
Breaking news, I'm even better.
[GRUNTING]
[SCREAMS]
[HIGH-PITCHED TONE]
[GRUNTING]
Who's better?
[STRAINING] You.
[BONES CRUNCH] You.
Got that right.
In another 30 seconds, your brains will be so scrambled,
I'll be able to serve them up with bacon.
[GRUNTS]
[MOANS]
Okay! I give up.
[GRUNTS]
Do I kill the signal, or you?
[GRUNTING]
I hope you two have an explanation for this.
Slow steps. That's it.
I did what?
I know how you feel.
You know, if you want, I can talk
to the League and get you back in.
Nah. I do fine on my own.
Thank you, Helena. If you hadn't...
You would've done the same.
I was totally whipping your butt back when they caught us.
Pff. In your dreams.
Like I'd waste my dreams on you.
We could settle this right now.
After all the mindless brutality we've seen tonight?
No, thanks.
Yeah, I hear you.
Bad enough most people think superheroes
solve all their problems with their fists.
Like we're all a bunch of muscle-headed stereotypes.
We're better than that.
Way.
Two falls out of three?
You're on.
[BOTH YELL]