A/N: My Brothers and Sisters… no I haven't been drinking… much. I really liked writing this story for you guys, and I hope you've enjoyed reading it. Anyways, here's the last chapter of 'Angel on Fire,' it details Todd's fight, so enjoy.

-One fight, and one break later-

Iron Fist was doing some light stretching in the ring. While the Brotherhood were sitting around their bench.

Regan was currently sitting on her husband's chest slapping the holy hell out of him, "Lance wake up!" she exclaimed with each slap.

Lance finally jolted up, "What happened?"

"That raisin you call brain," she paused, "He knocked it loose," she pointed to Iron Fist.

"Oh," Lance continued to lie on the floor, "Todd, you learn anything?" Todd nodded, and Lance smiled, "Kick his ass."

"Lance, Todd's over there," She pointed to his left.

"Then who the hell was I talking to?" he questioned in anger. Deuce licked his face.

"Deuce," Wanda chuckled, "He really appreciated the pep-talk though."

"Will the final contestants please enter the ring?" the announcer called out. Todd leapt into the ring. He introduced Iron Fist, then directed his attention to Todd, "In this corner wearing the white gi, representing Northern Shaolin Kung-fu, from Bayville New York, weighing in at one-hundred and forty-six pounds, the Terrible Toad!" the crowd cheered, "Fight!"

Both teens took fighting positions. They slowly circled each other.

Iron Fist's hands began to glow, "Northern Shaolin?" he inched his way closer to Todd, "You're a kicker."

"You could say that yo," he leapt forward into a handstand, planting his hands he began to spin powerful kicks out to the other teen.

Iron Fist narrowly avoided each kick, "He's got a longer reach than I do," he punched the ground, like in his bout with Freddy, "Gotcha!" he exclaimed.

Todd leapt off the ruble with an uncharacteristic grace. He landed in front of Iron Fist and engaged in a small hand-to-hand exchange, "You're pretty fast."

"Thanks," he began increasing his pace and was actually surprised when Todd matched his speed.

"It ain't that easy yo," he flicked out his tongue.

"Gross!" it made contact with Fist's chest sending him back a few feet, "Damn!" he exclaimed.

Todd fell into a steady Rythym, punch, kick, punch, and tongue. Iron Fist was slowly being overpowered, until his hands stopped glowing.

Iron fist reached out and caught Todd's foot, "You're right, it's not that easy," he dropped to the ground and swept Todd's leg out from under him.

Todd hit the ground but pushed off with his arms into the air, but Iron Fist leapt into the air with an equal amount of agility, "What?"

Todd tongued, Iron fist Blocked. Iron Fist kicked, Todd blocked. Todd punched, Iron fist blocked. This exchange continued until they hit the ground, and Todd rolled away.

Iron Fist smirked, "Internalizing the Iron Fist, ups my physical abilities." He leapt forward catching Todd's hands for a battle of brute strength.

"Wow, yo, you're pretty strong," Todd smirked, "But I'm still stronger," he began pushing back, thoroughly shocking the crowd, well maybe not the Brotherhood.

Iron Fist was feeling the pressure. He stopped focusing his power and his foot began to glow. He kicked at Todd with several different styles of kicks pushing Todd backwards. Todd did a back flip and noticed too late that he had just flipped out of the ring.

"Bye," Iron Fist said with a smile.

It all seemed to be happening in slow motion, until Todd's tongue shot out of his mouth, and wrapped around Iron Fist's arm. Knowing Todd's plan, he was forced to pull him to safety.

"Clever," Iron Fist took another stance, "Let's end this."

Todd leapt to his feet and looked around the stadium. He could swear that he saw a few X-Men in the crowd, but right now he could care less. Then, he looked at the judge's table and looked at the trophy that was almost as tall as he was, it was a brilliant gold plated piece. He looked at the other competitors, he was surprised that the ones he had defeated actually showed respect, instead of the contempt he would have expected. He then looked towards his brothers, each one was cheering him on, not because of the money they would win, but because they actually cared about his success and happiness. Finally, he looked to his current opponent, the Immortal Iron Fist, and smiled.

He crouched down into his classic Toad position, "Win or lose it don't really matter, yo."

Iron Fist peeked an eyebrow, "What are you talking about?"

He looked Iron Fist dead in the eyes, "It doesn't matter, if I lose I still got my brothers, and you can't take that away from me," he looked to the side at the impressive trophy, "Then again…" he leapt straight at the Iron Fist, and flicked out his tongue.

-Several hours later at the Boarding House-

Todd was soaking his bruised and aching muscles in the bathtub, his head was resting on the rim while a wet rag covered his eyes.

Steam rose from the tub signaling that the water was at a high temperature, but it didn't seem to bother the young amphibian.

A knock came at the door, followed by Lance's voice, "Hey, Todd we got something to show you. We'll be in your room."

Todd grabbed the rag and tossed it into the sink, he pulled the bath plug and grabbed his towel.

-A few minutes later-

Todd walked out of the bathroom, only wearing his torn blue jeans and sneakers. He ran a hand through his short hair and threw his shirt over his shoulder. He walked down the hall, and to his room. He opened the door and flipped on the light switch.

"Surprise!" was yelled at him and he disappeared.

"Oih told you not to surpoihse him," St. John said.

Suddenly, Todd's head peeked down from the top of the doorframe, "Surprise?" he questioned as he dropped to the floor.

The entire Brotherhood was gathered in Todd's room. It was scarcely furnished a nylon hammock hung from his ceiling, a dresser in the corner various books laying around, and…

"You guys built a stand for my trophy?" Todd asked with a huge grin on his face.

"Well Lance built it, but we're all very proud of you," Raven said a genuine smile on her face.

"Thanks," he leapt at them, naturally the Brotherhood women avoided it, but the Brotherhood boys were more than willing to engage in a good ole fashioned Brotherhood fistfight of happiness.

Karima peeked an eyebrow, "Is that normal?" she questioned in confusion.

Wanda sighed, "You'll learn that that word no longer applies to them."

Regan nodded in agreement, "Although, we're still debating a new word for 'weird.' Any ideas?"

"That?" Karima pointed at the boys.

Raven, Regan, and Wanda looked at the boys. Then all four women cocked their heads to the left, "No, there's no word for that," Raven said a bewildered look on her face, "And I don't even think I'm old enough to watch that."

-Meanwhile at the Rand Corporation-

Young Daniel Rand was sitting in his leather chair behind his desk signing a few documents, when the Suit walked into the office.

The Suit walked up to the desk and sat in one of the chairs, "Did you enjoy yourself?"

Daniel smiled, "Of course, they were all worthy opponents," he put his pen down, "People like me never really get a chance to cut loose."

"People like you?" the suit questioned, "There are others?"

"Yeah," Daniel nodded, "And when someone like me fights people like the Brotherhood, good strong fighters, people are more willing to donate," he leaned back in his chair.

The Suit stood up to leave, "Would you fight them again?"

"Me? Of course not," Daniel reached into his drawer and pulled out a familiar yellow bandana and tied it around his head, "But the Immortal Iron Fist is always looking for worthy opponents."

-The next day in Wanda's mind-

Wanda looked around the massive castle that represented her mind. She walked past a chamber that held her subconscious; then she passed a room that held her emotions.

After what seemed to be several hours of strenuous searching, she finally found the room she was looking for, the hall of memories. She walked past rooms that represented her childhood, various school subjects, and typical feminine things that no man should ever have to see. She walked toward the door at the very end of the hall and pushed it open.

She crossed her arms and leaned against the door, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she questioned.

St. John looked up from a pile of magazines, and held out a centerfold of Jean, "Just lookin' through your memories of the first toihme you and Jean…" he winked at her, then looked back at the magazine, "Oih had no oihdea the Sheila was so flexible," he let out a wolf whistle.

Wanda's face went red, "Get out of my memories you penguin eating jackass!" she leapt at the Aussie pinning him to the floor.

"Oih can't help it Sheila, oih miss 'Mara. Not loihke oih have a body to go shag her," an evil glint shown in his eye, "Unless… You're a lesbian Sheila. Help me out! Let me use your body!" he exclaimed with a big toothy grin.

"Oh no, I am not going to help you nail your girlfriend!" she yelled in anger.

St. John smirked, "Guess oih'll just have to beat you back," he let out an Acolyte cackle and disappeared.

"No you don't!" she exclaimed as she disappeared.

-Wanda's room-

Wanda's eyes fluttered, and darted around the room. After a few seconds of assessment they finally rested on her hands. Her left held the phone, while the right furiously dialed a number.

"Dammit John!" she exclaimed as she removed her right from the keypad, "I am not helping you get laid!"

St. John put the phone next to his ear, "Yes you are Sheila, you loihke women, you'll love moih 'Mara!" he yelled right back at her; "She does this thing with her tongue…" he trailed off.

"What thing?" she questioned, then shook her head, "Never mind! Get your hand off of that phone!"

"Hello?" a voice called out from the receiver.

"'Mara! Oih…" Wanda covered her mouth.

"Amara you have to listen to me," Wanda's voice came swiftly, "By now you know john's back…"

Amara cut her off, "My Johnny is back!" she exclaimed.

"Okay," she said slowly, "Now you know John is back. Long story short, he's stuck in my mind, and he kinda wants…"

St. John cut her off, "'Mara oih love ya Sheila! Wanda said it was okay to use her body for a good shaggin'!"

Both women yelled, "What!" in unison.

"I am not sleeping with Amara!" Wanda exclaimed.

"Why what's wrong with me?" Amara questioned slightly offended.

"What?" Wanda asked, "I just mean, that I'm in a committed relationship with Jean and I'm not cheating on her."

"Three way!" St. John proposed drool escaping the side of his mouth.

"Shut up!" the girls yelled in unison.

"Best thing I've ever seen yo," Wanda turned around to see the Brotherhood boys standing at her door. The other boys nodded in agreement.

"What are you idiots staring at?" Wanda asked, her cheeks tinged red with embarrassment.

Pietro peeked an eyebrow, "I think we're watching a love rectangle with only three bodies," Pietro made a triangle with his fingers.

"Come on Wanda oih miss moih 'Mara," St. John whined.

"I guess we could go on dates," Amara's voice came from the receiver.

"Don't make me play the paradoihse card," St. John did the wounded puppy eyes, although they're kinda useless since Wanda can't see them at all.

"Fine! We'll go on a freaking date!" she exclaimed. St. John and Amara cheered, "But you keep your hands to yourself!"

"Okay Sheila, you got moih word," St. John said with a smile.

"Not you. Her!" she yelled into the receiver.

"No problem, I promise," Amara said, but what they couldn't see was her fingers crossed behind her back.

Lance shook his head, "Weirdest damn thing I've ever seen, and I saw a mummy scrub his three thousand year old boxers on a rock in the backyard," he walked off down the hall.

"Could be worse Lance," Freddy walked behind him, "They coulda just did it in the back of your car."

"Hey! Was that a jab at me?" Pietro questioned.

"No of course not," Todd said sarcastically.

"But I still can't get the smell of tacos out of the backseat," Lance's voice was faint.

"What kind of guy would I be if I didn't buy Anna dinner?" Pietro said in protest.

"A gentlemen?" Todd's laugh echoed down the hall followed by a loud 'smack,' "Owe! What the hell was that for!"

"For opening my eyes to the cold bitter truth!" Pietro exclaimed.

Wanda's eye blinked in shock, "So, is Saturday good for you?"

A/N: As always, I hope I've answered most of your questions, but I must raise a new one. What happened to St. John's sword? Well maybe Lance's father knows. See you next time Kiddies, I'm going to take a small break but I'll be back with more.