Gold

Just one more door.

One more door, and she'd be done with this ridiculous game once and for all.

Nami pushed through those golden gates... and blinked as she found herself again in an unfamiliar setting. An chilling night sky gazed down on a large stadium surrounded by cheering spectators, all dressed in some sort of high class manner. The ring and the stands matched their wealth, gold meticulously woven into the architecture to be awed and envied by everyone around.

"What... is this?"

She looked down, surprised as her clothes had changed as well. Her usual bra was there supporting her chest, except it was now a pale blue as opposed to its usual striped green pattern. Black leather pants wrapped tightly around her legs, and around her waist hung a matching leather jacket, in which...

"My Climactact!"

Somehow her weapon had been returned to her, not a scratch from any of her fights before. It seemed they were courteous enough to prepare her for the trial to come...

"Now!!' Came a voice from the speakers above. "Welcome to tonight's main event! That is...

"The Public Execution of the Cat Burglar Nami!"

The crowd roared in a frenzy. On the main screen overhead, Nami's concerned face was live to all.

"You..."

She took a step back, seeing the face of a familiar man standing on the other side of floor. A large muscular man with violet spiked hair, black tattoos marked his face and shoulder, and chains wrapped around him... his choice of weapon. The captain of the Treasure Pirates, Mad Treasure.

"Long time no see, little kitten." he smirked, opening his arms in greeting. "Who knew that we'd meet again here of all places?"

"Don't screw around," Nami retorted, wary of his position. "So what? I just beat you and I win? Is that it?"

Mad Treasure chuckled, then broke into a crazed laugh. "Jarararara, after all this, do you still think that this is a game? How cute."

His eyes suddenly darkened, and sticking his hand forward a chain shot out at the lone navigator.

"Kya!" she rolled to the side, just avoiding the blast. She got to her feet, weapon in hand.

"I have a lot of things I want to say to you... But right now what I want to do most is kick your head to the ground!"

"And just how do you intend to do that?" Mad Treasure mocked. More chains formed on his arms, and arcing them backwards he readied to attack.