This was in response to "Why Ranma should model for ME!", a Tendo Nabiki essay, written by Andrew Norris.
Supermodel Ranma
a spur-of-the-moment spamfic
by M A Davis / Miko
The limo pulled up to the door, and dozens of photographers crowded about. The first one to step out was the manager, Nabiki Tendo, dressed in white satin. After her came the two bodyguards, large, muscular men in black tuxedos. Then the date for the evening stepped out, a handsome young man in a gray tuxedo, who just happened to be the third-ranking tennis player in the world.
Then came the star -- Ranko Saotome, dressed lavishly in a glittering, flowing red gown. She smiled and waved as the cameras flashed, and posed with the tennis star. No doubt tomorrow's tabloids would be rife with new rumors of the romantic link between the two.
Then, unexpectedly, the limo was lifted into the air. The driver screamed and leaped through an open window to safety, while the limo -- with cameras flashing -- was tossed across the street. It smashed into a parked car, bounced once, and crashed through the windows of a store.
All eyes were instantly fixed on a young man, dressed in black and yellow, who had apparently lifted and tossed the limo.
Ranko sighed.
"Ryoga," Nabiki said, "do you have *any* idea how much that vehicle was worth?"
"Quit your wining!" Ryoga growled. "You cannot put a cost on revenge!"
"This, again?" Ranko placed her hand to her forehead, and dozens of flashing lights caught the pose. "Ryoga, this dress cost me nearly ten thousand dollars! I am *not* going to fight you just before the awards ceremony!"
Beside her, Ranko's date shifted his feet nervously. He took a step back, and glanced at the two bodyguards.
"Ranma Saotome," Ryoga growled, "international model, playboy of the month and playmate of the year, owner of two platinum albums and three top ten hits, nominated for an Oscar for best supporting actress in a film in which you *also* played the male lead... for all of the pain and suffering that you have caused dear Akane, you shall pay! Prepare to die!"
Ranko glanced to the two supremely muscled men that stood to either side of her.
"Well?" she said. "What are you two waiting for? My fans are waiting on me, so get rid of him already!"
The two bodyguards moved to comply. Ranko grabbed her date's arm and pulled him towards the entrance. As she passed Nabiki, Ranko paused.
"I don't know where you found those two," she said. She glanced back over her shoulder, to see that Trunks and Goten easily had the situation under control. "But whatever you're paying them, you should double it!"
FINI