Friday Night 9:30 PM.

The annual All-american Martial arts tournament was just completed. The champion a 25-year old american Muay Thai style kickboxer named Michael “Blazefoot” Daines was the latest to win the title of all-american martial arts champion.

Ken Masters,the current chmapion had for unknown reasons chosen not to attend this year and decided to let other new and fresh fighters gain the newest title till he returns. Only then according to Masters would they face the champion in a real title bout.

Blazefoot was invited to a party from his manager out in the hills of San Fransisco.

Not one to turn the excesses of fame down,he hit the showers in the locker room to wash up.
But,while he washed himself off,he heard something rattle near the lockers.
“Hmmm…?”he replied turning his head to the noise.
Thankfully,nothing was there.

Shrugging,he turned back to the running water of the showerhead.
Minutes later,he was dressed in a casual set of clothes. Yellow sil button down shirt,grey slacks and dress shoes and his dark brown hair was slicked back with hair gel,giving him a ladies man look for the night. He placed his first place solid gold trophy and envelope of prize money in a locker and locked it securly,taking the key with him.

He then went through the exit doors,carrying with him his red duffle bag containing his fighting togs and went for his car,a red Lambroughini.

Suddenly,just as he was about to get his keys,he heard someone coming up behind him.
Turning around,he saw someone standing in the darkness.
“Hey,who the hell are you…what do ya want?”said Blazefoot.
The stranger in darkness said nothing.
Instead,he walked towards the current champion and stood before him.

Michael couldn’t make out clearly who he was,but could see that even despite the partial darkness and dim lighting of the parking lot lamp posts,that he was dressed in a black leather jacket and pants of some sort and had spiky hair sticking atop his head.
 

“Uh..were you a contestant in the tournament tonight or something?”asked Blazefoot.
“Something….”said the man,his tone young and characteristic.
“Look uh….if you wanna an autograph,make it quick okay I got a special appointment tonight and I don’t wanna be late okay?”

“Oh,I don’t want an autograph,”said the man. “I…just wish to fight you…here and now.”
“
Aw c’mon man!”said Blazefoot. “Two things,I don’t go for street fights no more,and I just finished the finals and won the whole contest,the last thing I wanna do is fight again. And what’s more,you may wanna think twice before challenging a champion of fighting,cappeche?

Tell ya what,head back to your dojo,gym or whatever ya call it,pump up your training,and register to enter next year’s tournament okay? If ya do I promise I’ll be there next time,cause Ken Masters is gonna get knocked off his throne for the next King of Street Fighters when I’m through with’em…hell maybe I’ll take that Sagat clown next as well.

Anyways,nice chatting with ya…I’m outta here.”

But before the champ could enter his car,the stranger grabbed the back of his shirt and threw him up against the hood of his car.

“UUNGHH—WHAAA?!”went Michael as he fell upon the hood and then slid off,causing him to fall to the apshalt of the lot.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!”he shouted. “THESE ARE MY BEST CLOTHES—IF YA DIRTY THEM I’M NOT GONNA BE ABLE TO GET TO THE PARTY LOOKING LIKE THIS!”

“Fight me you vain idiot---NOW!”said the man.
“Alright tough guy!”said Michael his eyes blazing like his name sake. “Get ready to get your scrawny ass kicked—LITERALLY!”

Michael got into his fighting stance,similar to the Muay Thais of Adon and Sagat.
The man just stood there,motionless,but ready to fight as well.

Blazefoot made the first move by thrusting his fist at his attacker,but the man just dodged it.
He thrust another punch,he dodged it again.

Michael was getting impatient and then went for a low kick,then a high kick,but the man he fought,just kept dodging left to right with an uncanny speed and accuracy.

Michael then went into a knee slam and eventaully got the man in the abdomen,causing him to bend forward from the blow.

“YEAH—GOTCHA!”he said.
But to his surprise,the man simply raised himself up and as he did he slammed a rising fist into the Mike’s left cheek and lip—hard!

“UMMMMF!”went Michael as he fell backwards,feeling a sharp jolt of pain from the blow.
Blood oozed from his mouth and he could feel his lip sweeling up.

“You---dirty little—@#%$!”replied Michael,still in pain.
“You are not even a waste of my time.”said the man.

“I’ll show ya---“said Michael as he sprinted forward.
“BLAZEFOOT!”

The kickboxer unleashed his famed move.
A fiery red glowing flying thrust kick that he alsways used in fighting his most powerful opponents.

But,just as he got close enough to connect the blow with his attacker…the man simply caught his foot in mid-flight.

“EH?”said Micahel,astonished that someone could even stop his most powerful move.
The man said nothing,smiled---and then twisted his right foot in acomplete right turn!

“SNAP!”

“AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGH!”screamed michael as he felt his foot being broken at the ankle and shin.
The kickboxer then fell to the ground in sheer agony.
“Humans—typically pitiful.”said the man standing over him.

Michael mangaed to jump back up one foot,despite the intense pain he was facing,but was determined not to go down without a fight.

“I’LL SHOW YA WHAT I’M MADE OF-YA FREAK-ASS!”he said.
He then jumped forward and swung another punch,but the man then grabbed his next blow by the arm—and then broke his arm---in two like a twig.

“SNAPP!”

Michael fell to the ground again in even more agony and pain,his left arm was broken at the elbow,the bone could be seen sticking out through the fabric of his sleeve and blood began to soak through.

“YOU BASATARD—YOU @#%$!”he said. “YOU’VE BROKEN MY ARM—WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?”

“Oh,just rendering you immobile---for my…supper.”said the man.
“WHAT?”said Michael.

The man then bent down and grabbed Michael by the collar of his shirt and pulled him up towards his mouth.

The last thing to Michael’s horror was unbelievable.
The man’s eyes glowed a blood red in the drakness,and once he opened his mouth,a set of razor sharp fangs,each an inch long appeared in his mouth.

The chinese man’s then began to enlarge and elongate into a monsterous and demonic form,making him look truly hideous,and the animalistic noise he made was sheer pain to the ears as well.

“No—please no----AAAAAAAH!”were Blazefoot’s last words just before the chinese sank both of his fangs into his victim’s neck.

The sounds of slurping and sucking were then heard,as the kickboxer’s very blood was drained away from his body.

Finally,after a whole minute,the blood feast was over.
The chinese then let loose of the now lifeless Blazefoot and he slumped to the ground,his skin a dead pale white.

The chinese man then arose,his facial features returned to normal then took out a hanky and wiped away the blood from his mouth.

“Hmmm…pitiful fighter…”he said. “…but most excellent blood and fighter’s ki to add my own. Yes…very refreshing indeed. Well…I’d best head home.”

The stranger then saw the car that his intended victim was driving.
He then scratched his chin,shrugged and then reached into the dead man’s pockets,finding the set of car keys to it.
“Might as well go home in style.”he thought.
He then unlocked the car door ripped the clamp ant-theft lock off the steering wheel and threw it to the ground,got in turned on the ignition and took off into the night.

Just then,an old elderly man who was the night time janitor had seen the whole horrific scene unfold,ran out of the exit door and saw to the fallen victim.

“He---he’s dead!”said the janitor,his eyes filled with fright.
He then went back inside to get to the nearest pay phone he could find.
Something very wicked and very evil had come to San Fransisco this night and it would be a menace that Ryu,Ken,Sean and the rest of the street fighters would be facing soon enough!
 
 

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NOCTURNAL ACTIVITES.