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Senoh the scientist worked fervently and frantically, alone in his lab. How easy it had been when there were others, but now he was alone. Senoh was the last, the last loyal member to the ideals of Shadaloo. How it was once a marvelously terrifying empire of pure evil, all crushed with the death of its one glue, M. Bison. “No!” he slammed his hand against his workdesk. He had been for half a decade devising ways to contain the dark mystical energy known as psycho energy. An energy that fed off of evil and hatred. After so much failure however, there was only one possibility left, he had to find a way to bring back Bison, for he would surely reward Senoh for his loyalty with the power he sought. “If only that ugly bastard Balrog wasn’t such a @#%$ idiot!” he sneered. The moron of a boxer had wasted all the money. How so much cash could so quickly disappear was beyond him. He had hoped that the boxer was suffering, or at least a pathetic loser on the streets where he belonged.

Nevada, USA

“HA!” roared Balrog, violent boxer in light blue garb, as his gloved right hand swung fiercely at the ex-convict, Cody’s, face, striking him and sending blood from his nose, only to met with a punch from the ex-convict doing the same.

“Woo!” Cody cheered in spite of his obvious pain that any everyday person would wish would leave them dead. “I haven’t had a good fight like this in years!” he grinned, lifting his legs to kick at the Boxer.

His kick was met with the boxer’s arms slamming the feet out of the way in a most violent block that even made Cody wince. “I’m sure it’ll be worth your money then.” Balrog licked his lips. He had the habit of doing so at the thought of cash. To which he followed with a punch to Cody’s stomache.

“Ya know what? You can keep your cash when I win.” Cody shrugged his shoulders. He hardly cared about the money. A good fight like this was worth every drip of blood, even bone fracture, every bruise. His muscles tightened as he raised his hands to perform a swift uppercut to catch Balrog from below.

“Not a chance, kid!” the boxer sneered as he lowered his left arm to parry the strike. Unfortunately, he did not expect the sudden gust of wind that followed as it sent him a few feet into the air, then tossed him to the ground, almost striking a few crowd members. The boxer was not finished yet though. He wiped some of the sweat from his forehead and spat saliva to the ground, just because it made him feel tough and intimidating. “You’re not makin’ me wanna go any softer on a little punk @#%$ like you. I want that money, and I’m gonna get it!” At that, his shoulder pivoted and suddenly he was dashing at the prisonbreaker with a great speed. As the convict readied himself to strike him in the head, he hardly expected what would happen next. Balrog had crouched down into a slide, and extended his fists in yet another punch, but this one aimed itself at the shins of the prison escapee.

Cody lost his balance and focus to that. He was not expecting such a low blow from a man who did not strike with his feet. ‘Damn, that hurt. This guy’s a worthy foe.’ He hardly had time to see what happened next.

“Final!” Balrog raged his word, as a swift motion and pivot brought his gloved fist at Cody’s face for an amazing force. The Turn Punch still hadn’t let the boxer down, even after all this time. The focus was always leaving him on the defensive, but the boxer’s fists were built like steel from constant use, he was used to taking fierce punches and kicks alike. Cody was sent reeling to the ground from that. Both men were bloody faced, black and blue, and there were probably a few fractured bones and ripped muscles.

“Uh…” Cody moaned as he clasped his hand to his head, rubbing the strange throb he thought would suffocate his brain. “Ok, ok!” he yelled, groaning as he stumbled up from the dirt, “Ya beat me.” He shrugged, “Good fight!” he smiled.

Balrog blinked. Had he truly won… like that? It felt strange, too anticlimactic, as though the boy had just given in. Regardless, Balrog now had 165 dollars. It would be a good day to toss it all away later at the casinos. “YEA!” he roared to the small crowd, which had grown a bit with the length of this fight. There were great cheers and applause from the bloodthirsty watchers, and the sound of clapping thundered too. He smirked menacingly as he looked at Cody. “Yea, good match punk.” For Balrog, that was practically as friendly, and complementary as his wording usually got. He quickly removed the glove from his right hand, and offered Cody a hand back to his feet. At that, the two fighters shook hands. It was the right thing to do after all when you had a worthy opponent. “Good fight, punk!” he repeated for good measure.

Thailand

“Damn this smelly jungle!” whined a feminine voice in a snobby tone. “How can the Muay Thai Master survive out here anyway?” she panted to the humidity as she trudged onwards. She thought this would be a bad idea, heck, she knew this would be a miserable trek, but she remembered the family tradition, ‘Be the winner of everything! C’mon Karin, don’t back down now.’ She told herself. That was what kept the girl motivated. How she still wanted another rematch with her old friend and rival but she had not seen her in years. Both were still not adults at the time, but their fighting spirit was great indeed. Now Karin was older, and it showed. Toned muscles lined her arms and legs, although the burst of physical maturity ran a bit short at the chest. She still wore strange looping braids in her hair as she had done when she was younger, even after seven years, and an attitude worthy of a rich bitch was something one could figure within a minute of listening to her talk.

That of course was when she heard the faint sound in the distance, “Jaguar Teeth!” to which a faint swinging sound cut the air. “Ha!” he

It was a voice that truly a powerful man that one such as Muay Thai God, Adon, could possibly have had, or so Karin thought. ‘If that’s Adon, then no wonder it’s said that he trains madly.’ She chuckled. ‘If I was a man, and had a voice like that, I’d make people focus on my power as well. Hehe! Talk about overcompensation...’ She laughed at the thought as she followed the voice that sounded like it had to be Adon. That’s when she saw him, and indeed she was amazed.

Adon looked like a twig, albeit muscular, but still rather lanky. His red hair looked soaked from the sweat of rigorous training and attack practices, and his body seemed to be covered in bruises and cuts. He jumped and moved all over the place, his feet proving to provide much of the power that he had with graceful jumps, and many powerful kicks. ‘Wow, if beating the God of Muay Thai would have been this tough, I’d have gone after something a bit easier, but if I win, I’ll know I can take out Sakura any day of the damn week I feel like!’ she smiled at the thought. “Oh ho-ho-h…” she paused from her snooty laughter. She noticed the Muay Thai god’s eyes shift cautiously as he landed. He had heard her and it looked like he was ready to cut any disturbances down to the size of a block of cheese. ‘@#%$!’

“Whoever is there, show your face before I rearrange it then chuck it to the jaguars!” was the demand Adon gave, always careful on his feet.

Karin decided not to start a scene that could leave her dead, at least not until there was someone worth inheriting all the money the name Kanzuki could offer. “I am.” She spoke up as she made herself known. “You are Adon, God of Muay Thai, are you not?” ‘Hmm, he don’t look half bad. Well… except for the fact that he probably hasn’t bathed in weeks based on the smell. Not to mention that he probably has the manners of a pig.’

Adon grinned, flashing his teeth with satisfaction. “Bah! It’s just a fan!” he shrugged. “I don’t waste time with autographs, but it’s nice to know Muay Thai still gets attention.” He laughed.

“No!” Karin demanded as she stamped her feet at the dirt ground below, not quite having the effect that she wished. “I want to challenge you, Adon, master of Muay Thai.”

“You out of your mind, kid?” the Thai rolled his eyes, analyzing exactly what he was dealing with. “Look at you!” he commanded. “You’re a pompous, First World, and prissy, bitch! God how I hate people like you who think you can buy anything. You cant buy fighting skills.” he sneered, absolutely loathing the rich, and their lazy wastefulness. “I bet you don’t even know how to fight.”

“Well, I can see why you live in solitude,” the rich girl shrugged, “You’re pompous about your skills, to the point where you forget that there are people around you. A shame, since you are kind of cute.” she grinned.

Adon snarled. “CUTE?” he roared, his teeth gnashed together. “You think I’ve been training endlessly for years just to be called ‘cute’?”

“No, but I can’t believe you’re scared to fight a girl.” Karin shrugged, as she ran a hand through her hair, “Of course, if a true fighter doesn’t want a fight, I’ll take my Kanzukiryu Kakutoujutsu and go elsewhere.” she shrugged nonchalantly.

Adon crossed his arms across his chest, but took a second to pause, “Wait, what was that last thing you said?”

“Elsewhere.” It was of course, not funny to the Muay Thai God, “Oh, you mean Kanzukiryu Kakutoujutsu.” she exclaimed with a faux sense of realization. “I also practiced Bushin, and Wrestling as well.”

Adon sneered. “Well, I never heard of this, Kaknukanz…uh, whatever the hell you called it.” Still, he had currently gone months without any challengers. “Look, if you want to be eating through a tube stuck through your anus for the rest of your life, then I’ll take you on, if you really wish I were actually killing you instead.” He was in her face now as he said this, attempting to be intimidating.

The rich girl laughed in her snooty manner. “Well, is that how you pick up all the girls?” she grinned with her hands on her hips, “Or is Bangkok just as easy as its name implies?” She’d have busted out into laughter at that, but the Muay Thai master towered over her.

“I don’t go to Bangkok.” Adon said curtly, ‘Not in the last 15 years anyway.’ “So, are we going to fight, or are you going to just be a dummy. Let me just warn you now that there are no gender favoritism in Muay Thai. If you hurt more because you’re a girl then I guess your life sucks, doesn’t it? Oh, and if in the off chance you do win, you don’t get my title. You‘re not a Muay Thai practitioner, ”

Karin smirked widely, and in an instance she struck with her palm to the Jaguar Warrior’s chest. “Fine, I just want to prove that I am the winner of EVERYTHING!” she grinned.

Adon was caught off guard by the attack that the woman used. It was strong, but not too strong. Had he known it were coming his way, he’d have likely not been so phased. “Well then, your funeral.” he lunged at the woman with his feet ahead of him, “Jaguar Teeth!” he roared as a crescent of energy escaped from the force of his feet and kicked the Kanzuki girl in the chest.

As the Thai returned to the ground, he found that the girl was not quite as phased as he thought she should be. “Well.“ Karin grinned, wiping at the spot that the kick had struck nonchalantly. “I see you really ARE worth your title of Muay Thai ‘God’ .” she grinned, as she arched her back into a kneel as though ready to sprint. “Jiban Okkakeru!” she shouted, as she took off in a flash, running crouched along the ground with one of her hands held in front of her in a tight fist.

Adon rolled his eyes as he stepped to the side to avoid the seemingly unfocused charge. But had had not expected her to be able to follow him so easily, and once again the Muay Thai Master was caught off guard. As the human torpedo that Karin had become found her mark, she launched her fist to skyward, pushing Adon upwards by the chin forcefully.

Adon however, was far too seasoned and his bones were built like metal from such intense Muay Thai training. As such, he landed on his feet easily and grinned. “Is that all you got, kid?” which he leapt at her swiftly with the crescent kick once more, only this time she was able to move out of its way. “Show me power!” he demanded. He did after all, want a fight. He wanted a GOOD fight! "I am not here to babysit!"

Karin’s face distorted to disgust as she ran at the Muay Thai warrior, but then pivoted around him as he swung his legs to meet her charge. It was the perfect chance to strike. “Kourenken!” she yelled as her open palm found itself pulsing with power, as it struck Adon at the side of his steel-muscle ribs. Palm strike after palm strike seemed to prove to be giving Adon some trouble, until the grin covered his face.

That was when his foot struck low and with a burst of power, his bare feet struck her show clad feet and sent her falling to the ground with no form of balance. “Ha!” he grinned, as he gave her a kick to he side as she lay on the ground. She was nowhere near dead, nor was she beaten.

“How fun! You don’t take any crap!” the girl smiled as she stepped to her feet and brushed off some of the dirt from her dress. She must admit, she had to admire this man’s determination. He may have been rude, but he was strong enough to back his ego.

“No I don’t.” Adon grinned as he leapt at her, and threw a swift jab to her face. She was able to block this easily, and that’s exactly what he wanted from her. “Rising Jaguar!” he grinned, as his knee came to an opening swifter than the girl’s dexterity could anticipate, which sent her into the air from the force, and Adon continued the assault with another knee kick.

Karin was sent to the ground, but this time she managed to land foot first, albeit in a bit of a crouch, but still landing on the ground. “I must admit, you really are all that you say you are.” she said, modestly ashamed to have admitted it. But that was not the end of Karin by far. “Mujen Kyaku!” and with that, her foot lashed at the air, aiming to Kick Adon’s head off of his shoulders. Adon however, surprised her yet again.

“Cute trick!” he grinned, as he caught her attacking foot with both hands, twisting the leg a bit. It wasn’t enough to cause any broken bones, but it was going to feel numb and a strange tingle would make it feel painful to walk. As Karin yelped in pain, Adon spoke “But let’s forget the screwing around and what say you I end your struggle.” he grinned as his fists swung at the woman. They moved swiftly and furiously, like the a jaguar swiftly swiping with its claws. Swipe, swipe, and more swipe was far too fast. “I call this the Jaguar Varied Assault.” he grinned, but hadn’t let up on the assault as he spoke. “Ha!” he yelled, pulling deep from the lungs for that extra burst of energy to power the furious punch frenzy follow up, the ‘Thousand’ which practically felt in the literal sense like being punched one thousand times or more. As his raging swings slowed, he ended by grasping the woman fiercely by the neck. She was still conscious, but it was easy to see that she was bruised, bleeding, and even seemed to have eye damage as her left eye kept closed to avoid pain.

Adon did not take this with a grain of salt however and laughed again like a maniac. It felt so revitalizing to have had a fight, even one with a snobby First Worlder. His hands slowly began to tighten around the woman’s neck. But that was when she could not hold back her fear any longer. “NOOO!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, before breaking out into tears just as loudly. It was easy to see that she was scared, or maybe even beyond scared, the girl was terrified.

Adon’s eyes widened then. What the hell was wrong with him? Was killing someone weaker than him really going to make him feel powerful? Could it really be so satisfying to kill her? ‘Would a true god of Muay Thai kill a young girl begging for her life?’ His eyes widened in horror as he released his grasp from her neck, only to swiftly catch her in her fall before she could hit the ground, setting her down there gently, all the while trembling. He suddenly remembered the words that the strange purple haired lady had told him years ago.

‘People are obsessed with power, which in turn, destroys people. Can't you see it? Where your aspirations will lead you?’ his mind connected to his voice as he spoke the next part aloud, realizing that these words may have had some meaning behind them.
“R-ruin and de-destruction, right?” he gulped in fear as he trembled to say each word.
“I know f-f-full well what it… is! But Muay Thai's power is far beyond your com…comprehen-hen-hension!” he shook scared. For the first time since his fight with Akuma, Adon knew fear, but it was different. Adon was afraid of himself.