Name: Sai Blade
Age: 17
Awesome facts: controls fire, is a badass ninja, has a type of Super Saiyan transformation with fire
Looks like: Look at the damn author's picture, lazy-asses
Personality: Total badass, ladies man and funny mofo. Enough said.
Bio: Born into a badass ninja clan, I can kick ass with any weapon I pick up and I can control fire, not to mention I make more references than Deadpool for funny effect or to trip up my opponent. I am one of the most skilled fighters in fictional history, as along with my family's traditional teachings, I have also trained under the tutelage of Deathstroke, Dante, Ryu Hayabusa and Bayonetta. I'm also an associate at Devil May Cry, where I'm in a kick-ass relationship with Lady and have a rivalry with Nero that is EXACTLY like Deadpool and wolverine, except I'm usually the one who kicks his ass. But if anyone says I look like Dante or Nero, HELL SHALL BEFALL THEM. Also in my possession is an apparently magic trench coat that, along with having 10 pockets, those pockets are close to bottomless. Now then, onto the story.
I was on the couch at DMC, playing Street Fighter IV against Nero, using Ibuki to fight and Nero chose M. Bison. I easily pwned him by simply jumping over him and throwing kunai at him when he was still midway through the attack. When you look at it, Bison is actually a pretty easy character to beat. Dante meanwhile, was reading a paper when he found an ad in it. "Hey, Sai, check this out. An International Fighting Tournament. Sound right up your alley." He said.
"Not my style. It ruins the excitement when people stand no chance against me and I can't kill them." I said.
"Well, I'm pretty sure this is a no-killing tournament, but some people may just give you a run for your money. What would you say if I told you this WAS the Street Fighter tournament?" He asked.
"WHAT?!" I said, rushing out the door.
"Sai? Where you going?" He asked.
I was already on my new crotch rocket (power motorcycle) Trish bought me so I wouldn't keep stealing hers: A Kawasaki Ninja, all black, zooming to where the first match would be held, listening to my favorite high-speed song: Highway to the Danger Zone. "Do do do DO do do, Highway to the DANGER ZONE~! Gonna take it RIGHT . THE. DANGER ZONE~!" I sang.
