One of the three thugs, a potbelly with green razor hair man leaned on the bar on the young man’s side. “Been lookin’ for you, man. Heard you’ve been messin’ with our bros.”
The young man just stayed silent and drank a bit more.
The fat thug got angry, he grabbed the young man’s shoulder. “Hey, I’m talkin’ to… YAAAAAHHH!!!” His sentence finished with an agonizing scream, as his thumb was bend almost to the point of broken.
The young man, still bending the fat thug’s thumb said “Don’t touch me with your grubby hand.” He released his hold and the thug fell on his knees. “I’m not in the mood for fighting. Now get out of here before I kill you all.”
The other two thugs flashed their knives and stabbed at the man from his left side and back. The man, an always ever-aware fighter, leaned back and sideways while moving both hands in a speed that the thugs couldn’t follow and caught both attacking arms tightly. He rammed both thugs’ arms at each other and broke them. Painful sounds of broken bones and screams followed as the owners of broken hands fell on their knees.
The fat thug tried to pull out his gun, but the young man spun on his stool seat and rammed an elbow on the thug’s neck. The attack followed with the fat thug’s hair caught with one hand and his head met with the hard wooden bar intimately, and hard.
He then turn back to his drink calmly as if there was nothing happened. The three thugs, having enough beating for the night, quickly dashed out of the bar accompanied by mocking laughter from some of the patrons.
Later that night, the young man was out of the bar. He walked rather unsteadily in the quiet night when suddenly he heard a woman’s cry for help from an alley just in front of him. He went into the alley and saw a man on top of the woman who cried for help and struggling helplessly against the man. He walked calmly toward them and gave a hard soccer kick to the man’s side. The man tumbled to the side swearing and trying to see his attacker.
The woman scrambled nervously toward the young man. She quickly hid behind his back and clung on his right hand.
“Who the f(bleep) are you man ? You’re lookin’ for death !?” yelled the woman’s attacker. He stood up shakily and readied his boxing stance.
The young man just yawned. When the thug attacked, he grabbed one of the woman’s arms and propelled her forward into the line of the thug’s straight punch. The punch was hard and powerful enough to send the woman flying into a pile of garbage near a wall. When she was flying away involuntarily, a dagger fell on the ground near the young man’s feet.
The male thug was shocked, seeing his partner in crime unconscious in the pile. “H-h-h-how… d-d-did you ?”
An answer to his question in form of a slow but powerful straight kick planted on his stomach came up. The thug was unconscious before he hit the wall and bounced on to the dirty ground.
A gust of wind blew past the young man’s brown coat while he shook his head at the pair of thugs’ stupidity. He then turned toward the exit of the alley but found two dozens more of thugs in various sizes, forms, and weapons blocked the way. Three of them were the ones that he gave some beating earlier in the bar.
“Looking for some more beatings ?” asked the young man. His voice was as steady as his feeling. He was not afraid by the number of opponents. He relished fighting, especially fighting thugs like these because he had hates toward this kind of people that killed his girlfriend some years back.
Some of the thugs chuckled menacingly and some tapped his/her weapon gingerly. Five of the thugs advanced toward him with their different kind of weapons – daggers, short sword, whip, and metallic pipe – brandished and readied to give the young man a taste of each weapon.
When they were near, the young man took off his coat and threw it on two of the advancing five. He dashed and slid under a thug with a dagger, knocking the thug off of his feet. He grabbed several pebbles on the ground and threw them to one thug with a short sword while sidestepping a dagger aimed at his left side. He grabbed the advancing arm and spun and hurtled the thug to the other two that he threw his coat earlier. The three thugs went down in a heap.
The thug that he threw some pebbles attacked with a swiping motion. He leaned back and the sword passed harmlessly. He sprung forward quickly and sent a punch into the thug’s face. He then jumped above one of the three thugs that were in a heap and kick the back thug’s head with his heel. Two down, twenty-two to go.
One female thug swung her black leather whip, but the young man simply caught the whip and pulled her toward him. As the woman was propelled forward, she swung her leg upward, but the kick was evaded and the young man slammed her with his shoulder toward the thug that he tripped earlier. Four down, twenty to go.
The rest of nineteen thugs advanced toward the young man as he finished off the last of the first five thugs with a punch on the gut and elbow on the chin. The nineteen thugs circled the brave, reddish brown young man with their fighting stances readied.
”This gonna be messy”. thought the man.
Ryu (Well, its kinda pointless giving description of our famous street fighter hero isn’t it ? – Author) was walking down the slump looking for challenger or challengers when he heard the familiar sounds of fighting down the alley on his left.
He entered the alley and saw a man fighting against more than fifteen thugs at the same time. Several of the thugs were already down on the ground along with their various kinds of weapon. The young man still looked like he could handle the fight by himself, but Ryu also noticed that the young man with long reddish brown hair was slowly overpowered by the bulk number of his opponents.
Ryu did not need to be told whose side he should be on or when to enter the battle. It’s the ‘help yourself with those thugs’ kind of situation. He jumped and kicked two of the thugs, sending them sprawled on the ground and their weapons slid somewhere in the dark alley.
The fight was paused for a moment as Ryu took his place behind the young man and entered his fighting stance. His equally powerful and wide back met the young fighter’s.
Without any greetings, introductions, or other words, the fight resumed. The young fighter’s roundhouse kick hit a thug’s temple, then he crouched down and followed with a swiping trip, taking off the thug’s feet off the ground, all within one and a half second. Eight down, sixteen to go.
Ryu blocked one hard metallic bat hit with a thug’s arm that he caught. The arm broke, the owner was down screaming like a pig in butchery. While the owner of the metallic bat was stupidly and rapidly apologizing to his ally for mishitting him, Ryu gave a sidekick on his ribs and a spinning kick on his face. Ten down, fourteen to go.
The young fighter was just finishing off one of his opponents when suddenly a whip sailed in the air and caught his left hand. A chain came from his right side and caught his right hand. A third thug came and unleashed two punched on the fighter’s abdomen. Just when the third thug was about to give a knee on the fighter’s scarred but handsome face, a white and blue energy sphere sent the thug with the whip hurtled in the air and hit the wall.
The energy sphere, known as Hadouken, was released by Ryu as he just finished two of the thugs with his equally famous and effective Whirlwind Kick a.k.a. Tatsumaki Senpukyaku. Another four down, ten to go.
Without missing a beat and having been freed from the hold, the young fighter gave an elbow to the shocked thug and a knee to his groin. He followed with a powerful kick to the one holding him with the chain. Two more down, eight more to go.
Ryu caught one of the punk’s collar, rolled down backward and using his left foot, threw the punk away and down for count. He got up and was greeted with a metallic pipe on his left upper arm. He grunted from the sting and evaded the next swing. He gave a punch on the abdomen and then pulled his arm fast into a back elbow attack to the other thug’s groin. He then stood in between the stunned opponents and put the two thugs’ heads together. ”I’ve always want to try to do that.” thought the famous street fighter as he released the unconscious opponents. Three down, five more to go.
The young fighter flipped forward and brought down his leg on one opponent’s head, this move reminded Ryu of a technique called Crack Shoot, owned by an equally famous fighter from Southtown called Terry Bogard. His opponent was down, but still tried to get up, a soccer kick on his chin convinced him to stay down. Four more to go.
An elbow jammed on the abdomen sent the Ansatsuken fighter’s opponent on his knees and hands. Ryu then stepped on his opponent’s back and did a spinning kick that caught another opponent’s jaw. While his opponent still seeing some stars spinning, Ryu finished the previously stunned opponent with a hammer punch on the back of his head. Then he gave a kick to the groin of the opponent that still seeing some stars spinning, then finished off with an axe kick. Two more to go.
The last two opponents tried to catch the fighter from above and ground. The young fighter charged his ki to his fist, creating flame that oddly did not burn his fist or his black biker fingerless glove. He then leapt and spun while unleashing the power that he had charge with a shout “Sho Ryu Dan !!!” In the next second, both opponents were down on the ground.
The two fighters stood silently while scanning around for anymore opponents, but even the one that already woke up was smart enough to stay down and pretend unconscious. The two fighters’ eyes met. The young fighter gave a friendly smile toward the Ansatsuken fighter.
“Thanks for the help.”
Ryu smiled his rare warm smile. “No need. It gave me quite a good fight.” As the young fighter bent down to get his coat and brush it off the dirt, Ryu asked “Your fighting skills are marvelous, may I have the honor to know your name ?”
The young fighter brushed back his hair with his fingers, wore his coat back, and walked toward the street out of the alley. “The name’s Jimmy, Jimmy Lee.”