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"No no no, your knee isn't high enough." Bruce scolded as he forcefully grabbed his student Josie Rizal's knee and raised it to the proper height.

"OWWW! Will you chill out, Bruce?!" Josie whined. "I need that leg!"

"Hey, you said not to go easy on you. I'm giving you the same treatment I give my other students."

"Yeah, but I'm not a freakin G Corp soldier! I'm a model, dammit!"

"ENOUGH!" Bruce boomed. "Get on your cute ass and do some sit ups! NOW!"

Josie slowly felt tears welling up as she got down on the ground and started doing sit ups. Master Bruce was such a meanie! When she paid for private Muay Thai lessons, she thought it would be a relaxing, fun experience that would help her stay in shape for her photo shoots. But she had only been here one week and Bruce had already made her cry five times with his obnoxious yelling.

"When you sit up, lift your knee until it touches your forehead. Alternate between left and right. And wipe those tears out of your eyes! You look like one of those crying baby dolls."

"You know, one day I'm gonna get good enough to kick your ass."

"I'll take you on anytime, little girl. Now shut up and keep going till I say stop."

The strenuous training carried on until nightfall, with each exercise becoming more and more ridiculously painful. By the time the sun had went down, Josie's limbs were feeling like limp noodles. She was so close to collapsing that she was considering begging Bruce to let her stop, but she was smart enough to know that Bruce would only torture her further if she opened her mouth.

"Alright, I think that's enough for today." Bruce finally said, to which Josie breathed the longest sigh of relief in the world.

"About time..." she muttered under her breath.

"What was that?"

"N-nothing! See you tomorrow, Brucie!"

Josie hightailed it out of the dojo before Bruce could be a dick and change his mind.

"Whew... welp, time to head back to the hotel and take a REALLY long shower..."

MEANWHILE...

"FREEZE, ASSHOLE!" the cop shouted as he drew his taser and aimed it directly at Miguel Rojo's chest.

"Heh heh heh..." Miguel chuckled insanely as he walked slowly towards the cop, his bloodshot eyes full of a lust for violence. The cop continued to aim at him, but his shaking legs started to slowly move backwards.

"I-I mean it!" the cop stuttered. He felt his entire body shaking; Miguel was a truly terrifying monster who could strike fear into even the bravest hearts. His very presence emitted a miasma of pure animalistic rage that caused all around him to recoil in terror.

"BOO!" Miguel shouted, doing a fake jump at the cop.

"G-gahhh!" The scared officer pulled the trigger, sending 50,000 volts directly into Miguel's body. But to his surprise, Miguel didn't go down. He continued to walk towards the cop, a sadistic smile on his face. The adrenaline, alcohol, and other concoctions running through his bloodstream had a nullifying effect; he was so methed out and full of rage that his body didn't even feel it.

"That's not possble... what the hell are you?!"

"RRRAAAAH!" Miguel growled as he lunged at the cop and sent him flying with an uppercut. The cop soared backwards and onto the windshield of his squad car, causing a huge crack.

"Backup... send... ba..." was all the cop managed before falling unconscious.

Miguel looked around at the unconscious bodies: gangsters, cops, even bums... this was all his doing. It was the same every night; this was his release. All the pain, the torment...he unleashed it the only way he knew how.

Miguel put his hand to his ear... the sound of blaring sirens.

"Shit..."

Miguel still felt the hunger for violence, but he knew he didn't stand a chance against a fully armed squadron. He had to get away and fast, especially if Lei was dispatched. Lei was the only one who could give him a hard time with his skill in kung fu. Miguel was smart enough to cause a ruckus and disappear quietly, but tonight he had been particularly hungry. Could this be the night that they finally get him?

Miguel could feel a crooked smile forming on his lips as he ran down the back streets of the city, the sirens getting louder and louder behind him. Strangely, he was enjoying this; the thrill of the chase, the high of being hunted. If this was the night that he was finally put away, he would have no regrets.

He took a wrong turn and came face to face with a wall. This was it; a dead end.

"Dammit... alright pigs, gimme your worst."

Miguel turned around and prepared for whatever would be thrown at him. A lone siren was getting closer...closer... finally, a black and white squad car emerged and zoomed into the alley, skidding to a halt.

Out of the car stepped exactly who Miguel had feared... and anticipated. He could feel his bloodlust rising.

"Heh... I figured they'd send you."

"Miguel Rojo! I swore not to return home to Hong Kong until I brought you in!" Lei Wulong shouted, pointing his finger dramatically. "You are under arrest for... uhhh... a whole shitload of counts of aggravated assault and battery!"

"Come and get it, you Jackie Chan ripoff!" Miguel spat.

With an animalistic growl Miguel charged at Lei head on, not even put a semblance of strategy into his attack. He leaped at Lei with a Superman punch, which Lei blocked with both arms. However, the force of the punch still managed to knock Lei backwards against his car.

"GRAAAH!" Miguel howled as he brought a hammer fist down on Lei, which was easily dodged with a quick movement to the side. Miguel's fist smashed through the windshield, the glass cutting his hand in more places than one. Miguel didn't even feel the pain.

"HEEYAAAH" Lei yelled as he threw a tornado kick aimed at Miguel's head. Miguel swayed back just slightly enough that Lei's foot whizzed past his face. But as Lei finished the motion, he used his momentum and swung back around with a kick to the chest. Miguel was a big man, but a kick from Lei knocks people on their ass 90% of the time.

As Miguel fell, his head hit the side mirror on Lei's car before he hit the ground. Not only did it break the mirror off, it also left a huge gash on Miguel's temple. As he stood back up, blood trickled down the side of his head.

"Are you gonna stop resisting?!" Lei asked, getting into Crane stance.

Miguel laughed obnoxiously as he dipped his finger in his own blood and licked it. "Hell no... this is the most fun I've had in a long time!"

Miguel charged at Lei once again, drool flying from his mouth as he roared like a beast. He was nothing short of a wild animal.

Lei rolled his eyes as Miguel closed distance; he was so messed up in the head that he wasn't thinking straight. Deciding to end this quickly and painlessly, Lei threw a crane kick directly to Miguel's chin as soon as he was in range. Miguel couldn't stand up to the attack, and he was knocked onto his back.

Miguel looked up at the night sky, his vision blurry. This was it... this was the end of his life. He was going to prison... and no one would miss him. Strangely, he felt like laughing; this was the perfect end to his pointless life.

"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say..."

Miguel turned his head and looked right beside him... a discarded beer bottle was on the ground. He still had a way out of this! But the question was... did he really want to?

"You also have the right to an attorney. If you don't have one..."

Miguel's body moved on his own as instincts consumed what little coherent thought he had left. With a quick roll to the side, Miguel snatched the bottle and leaped to his feet. With one good swing he smashed the bottle against Lei's head, knocking him unconscious immediately.

Miguel didn't know where he was running; he had no money and there was no way he was gonna have a peaceful night now that he knocked out Lei Wulong! As soon as they find out Lei is unresponsive, every unit will be on his ass.

"Just...gotta...keep...running... OUTTA THE WAY, SENORITA!"

Miguel skidded to a halt as to not plow into the girl directly in front of him. He grabbed her shoulders to shove her out of they way, but that was a very big mistake. Unfortunately for him... the girl was Josie Rizal, amateur Muay Thai student.

"EEEEEK! STRANGER DANGER!"

Miguel started to speak, but was cut short by a knee to his groin. Before he could even cry out in pain, an elbow soared into his face and his entire world went black.

At first, Josie was proud of herself for using her skills so professionally. But once she stopped and thought about what she had done, she realized... she just knocked out a total stranger!

"Maybe I could have thought that one through a little better, eh heh heh..."

Josie looked down at the man and studied him a little: he was quite handsome, in a rugged way. His hairy muscular torso and messy stubble was a contrast to his cute, curly hair. But the main thing that Josie was concerned about was the blood.

"Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no... please tell me I didn't do that. Did I do that? Maybe he was bleeding in the first place? Agh, I can't believe I knocked out an injured person! I'm such an idiot..."

So there Josie was, a knocked out bleeding man on the ground beside her. What the hell does she do now?! She could already feel tears welling up...

TO BE CONTINUED