Hello folks. It's me again! Are we all enjoying World Strung by Fate? No? Well, so be it. Makes sense anyways. What's this? This is the story of the first SF tourney, hosted by none other than the one eyed god of Muay Thai, but it's now retuned, and renovated… my way!Enjoy Birdie gone white, watch as Adon's attitude gets the better of him, and what the heck is Rose doing here? It's the story where Ryu makes number one… but it's not about Ryu much at all! Best part is, it's first person! So enjoy the workings of the minds of Adon, Rose, Sagat, Birdie, Genand a few others, as the adventure is told… WITH PLOTLINE! Just be warned that if you're reading this, World Strung by Fate goes along with this, somewhat. This is SF1, and maybe even further than that. This may not sound like it'll be long, but when the situation is that each day is told and retold by the people who matter, then it's another epic in the works, and it fits canon as best I can.
Little fact: June 14, I must undergo an operation. I'll be gone for about two to four days, no way to write. On the bright side, I won't be going anywhere for a while, so I'll grab a snick… oops, wrong commercial. Uh, because I won't be going anywhere, I have ample time to write. Yay!
NOW, I bring you: Street Fighter: Soul of the Jaguar
Chapter 1 - I'm More Than Your Shadow (Adon)
If you were to ask me to say the first word that pops to my mind, it would have to be 'Muay.' After all, you only asked me to say the first word, stupid! Regardless, that probably doesn't tell you very much about who I am. I'm Adon, and I absolutely love Muay Thai! That's right, I'm Adon, the best Muay Thai warrior you'll ever meet! Don't be fooled by that giant, one eyed slob, Sagat. He was nothing but my teacher, and that's all he is to me. I'm more than your shadow, Sagat! You'll see soon enough! You'll ALL see that soon. This tournament will seal your fate, you one eyed freak!
Yea, so let me explain. According to public knowledge, Sagat is the God and Emperor of Muay Thai. He is the most powerful Muay Thai warrior there is, and I'm his best student. What people don't know is that I am supreme, compared to that rat bastard! I do everything I can to get the damn crowd to listen to listen to me. To let Thailand know that I am a Muay Thai legend! I even adjusted my goddamned style of fighting for crying out loud! Yet, they don't care about me! People adore Sagat because he can use his energy to make small beams that are basically a punch or kick that you shoot. In short, a projectile of energy.
If these idiotic saps are impressed by flashy displays, I got those too. Yet I'M ignored! JERKS! All of them! They don't matter now! This tournament will be starting soon enough. It's beginning today as a matter of fact, but I don't need to rush anything. I've got my spot reserved with a byline from Sagat's request. If I beat whatever loser remains undefeated, I get to show Sagat who truly is the God of Muay Thai! If he loves his title so much, he can keep Emperor, I suppose. I don't know what the heck they really mean, and I've studied Muay Thai up and down, and five times more thoroughly than Sagat ever has, but I know for a damned fact that God is ten times better than Emperor. I can be like that one god by those… uh, whatever culture. Hmm, what was his name again? Right… Doctor Zeus! I can be a deity, and a legend in the Muay Thai world. Yet, perhaps, I'll get myself a good fight before I take Sagat's title from him in front of perhaps millions of spectators. It will be the most humiliating moment of that one eyed loser's life!
I'm the best there is, from my stylish red hair, that flattens at the top, to my bulging muscles, I'm as good looking as they can get, and my voice… can't get any better than me. I don't know why some laugh at it, but those people usually stop when I make them bleed with a few powerful elbow strikes. Just as well. Soon, the whole world will know how great I am, and know that I'm not Sagat's shadow!
Well, my speaking of the bastard and whaddya know, in he walks. His stature is tall, and his muscles are huge. Still, the bigger he is, the easier it is to strike him. I don't care if he stands a foot and a half taller than me, I'll kill him just as easily, but now is not the time.
His glance falls upon me, a glance from his lone eye, the other one gouged out years ago by another Muay Thai warrior named Go. Go was from Hong Kong, of all places, and he paid for that with his life. Whether the gouging was an accident or not, I don't know, nor do I care. Sagat will tear his other eye out when I'm done with him. He wouldn't want to bear to see the pain of his defeat.
Sagat used to have hair too… purplish hair… well, a light purple anyways, but now he's as bald as can be. He addresses me, "Adon." his tone is neutral. This is the man who I called my teacher, and yet he's never shared his glory and fame! I USED to respect him.
I decide to reply to him. It probably has to do with the tournament anyways. "Yea, what do you want?" My tone is snippy with him as I sit in my room, on my couch. This is the good life, that's for sure, but yet I'm still a nobody in the public eye! They'll know how important I am someday!
Sagat pays my bitter tone no mind. It's in his best interest for him not to, believe me. "I thought you might want to see what kind of competition we may face. I believe all the competitors have arrived."
I snort rudely at my bald teacher. "You waste my time with that? I can handle ANYONE who comes my way!" I frown as his expression changes from neutral disappointed. "Don't be overconfident, Adon." he tell me, as though he has any authority over me other than Muay Thai! Demeaning jerk that he is, he will be begging to die soon enough!
In spite of my distaste for him, I spark an argument out of sheer boredom, "Yea, whatever. When I have the crowd on MY side, I won't need to rely on my own ego." I grin viciously at him, mocking him.
"I see some things don't change." Sagat replied, still distraught by my attitude. "You must realize that the crowd means nothing! If you were as true to Muay Thai as you think you were, you wouldn't be obsessed with power and fame." He explains to me. In other words, Sagat is just wasting his time. "Muay Thai is not meant for everyone. It is brutal, and fierce, yet you have proven to overcome the odds, Adon. Does that not make you proud of yourself?"
What the hell is wrong with him? Is he that stupid? "I AM proud of myself!" I hiss angrily. The bandages wrapped around my fists are a pride of Muay Thai, as they show how serious I am as I clench my right fist in front of my face as I talk. "It's that nobody else IS. Then again, I guess YOU are not proud of yourself, 'master'." I continue, caustically addressing the man who helped me to perfect my Muay Thai.
Truth be known, could probably destroy me, and if you EVER tell ANYONE that I said that, I will destroy you, and make you BEG for death, while leaving you to slowly, and PAINFULLY slip into the afterlife.
Sagat's lone eye strays from my stern, cold gaze to the ground, and I grin, licking my lips in enjoyment. He sighs, "I… I guess you're correct, Adon." Yea, he thinks he's… wait, is he agreeing with me? I don't trust him! It's gotta be a trickof some kind! "Just hurry up. You're expected to be present…" he pauses, walking out of my room, his lone eye gazing back for a second. "Otherwise, you'll be disqualified." He grins lightly as he says that, his lone eye focused on me, piercingly.
I don't want to be kicked out. I CAN'T be, I just can't… can I? I'm supposed to be Sagat's fallback, so to speak. Would he really… NO! I'm not going to take any chances! I'm going to show up, just in case. Maybe the crowd will fall in love with my power, and I can instill fear in my opponents. That's always fun! I can be an intimidating, terrifying prick when I want to be. Fear can be an important part of taking control of the fight, after all. So, it's not that I have ever needed to rely on fear, but fear is powerful.
So I guess I have no choice but to follow Sagat. Therefore, I do exactly that. I follow my 'superior,' and when we arrive, the sight is actually more impressive than it looks. Fighters of all shapes, sizes, and ages disgrace my eyes, but I glance about them anyway.
With a grin, and a run of my hand through my red hair, I glance carefully at each warrior. Most look weak, and scrawny. A few look worthy of an actual effort, but I still don't give a rat's ass about any of them. None of them are man enough to beat me! Whether you're a tall man with a Mohawk, or a woman with purple hair… wait a second! I look again to make sure I'm not just delirious, but yes, from where I'm gazing down at the warriors who have gathered, one of them is indeed a woman… and a very nice looking woman at that, I must say. I don't know why I'm staring though, but look at those hips. Gah! Goddamn it Adon! Get ahiold of yourself, man! Stop staring at that lady in high heeled shoes. Wait, high heels? Is she really here to fight? Hah! That's a laugh.
Sagat notices me as I stare down at the contestants. He laughs lightly, "You are wise to assess your opposition, Adon," a grin plasters his face, though I barely notice it at all, as I heed him no mind. "Still, I don't think you'll do too well if your eyes get caught between that woman's chest."
I glance at the one eyed giant, my cheeks are slightly reddened by his words. I HATE being humiliated like this! I grit my teeth, agitated. "What… you…" I can't find the words to yell at him as I tremble nervously.
"Relax, Adon." the Muay Thai Emperor and God states with his bandage covered right hand held in front of him as though to stay stop. "It's no big deal. You don't think you're the only one whose eyes have gauged assets of the other gender in battle. In my case, however, that never happened." he grins in a rather amiable manner, "After all, to have eyes roam, you need to have both eyes." Oh great! Sagat is trying to be a comedian, and he sucks at it, big time! Maybe he should give up on Muay Thai and try to write comedy. All that I'd need to do would be to give him a rather generic name that those rich bitch countries use… I think Bob is one. Yea, that's the ticket, Bob! He'll show them what an embarrassment to humanity he is as he tries to be funny on television. Bob Sagat… I like the sound of that, very much.
Sagat continues, and his loud, commanding voice snaps me out of my thoughts. "I've done worse than look though. Let's just say that while I'm striking with my elbows and shins, my hands enjoy physical contact with more than just these bandages." He's smiling smugly, and bursts out into a hearty, friendly laugh. Sagat, you dog, you! I find myself laughing as well. He earned my laughter this time. I don't laugh very often, unless it's triumph, and malevolence at the victory on the battlefield, or the intimidation before the fight. Other than that, I'm not one to have a friendly laugh, for there's far too much on my mind. I'm far too important to have my time wasted with trivialities.
"You were joking, right?" I asked him, "I mean, as you attack, you're grabbing at the same time? I don't believe THAT much. I mean, seriously."
Sagat's grin fades slightly as his shifts about, "Well, okay. So I don't grab grope and punch at the same time." He laughs, still in the pleasantness of life. "You caught me there." It's about five minutes of the rare bond of friendship that Sagat and I share. To be honest, I really DO hate the man, but sometimes he can make a good joke, though it's a rare occurrence.
It was time to meet the competition, and oh man! I'm eager to strike fear into the hearts of many, and kick the ass of whoever the unfortunate loser who has to fight ME. Ha! They'll learn that I'm more than the mere shadow of you, Sagat. They'll all see, believe me. I will take Sagat's title with the whole world witnessing the event as it unfolds a legend of Muay Thai.
At this, Sagat and I go to greet the 'guests.' Not that I give a rat's ass about these people, but I'll do what I have to. Holy crap! There's so many kinds of fighting styles out there, apparently. It doesn't matter though, for they're all weaklings to the power of Muay Thai, and of course to me, Adon, the greatest Muay Thai warrior to EVER exist, and don't believe otherwise! Why the hell do people think I have an ego problem anyway? I'm only stating facts, right? Right! RIGHT! Aren't I?
Anyway, Sagat addressed the… thirty-two contestants. Thirty-two sounds about right, because I think it's divisible by squares of the number two. Wow, thirty-two is a nerdy number, I guess. I, however, don't give a rats behind about THEM, only about ME. Hah!
Sagat starts to ramble on about procedures, and all of that garbage. How everyone gets a hotel room, and how orders and matches and organization leads to the boredom of existence. No, there's not going to be any fights today, unfortunately. Maybe there's some semblance of intelimagence in this room, ya know, smart, perfect people, like me! Oh wait, there ARE no perfect people like me, because I'm the only one. Ha, well screw that plan, time to scare the crap out of these jerks, I guess!
As I take a step into the room, a menacingly sinister grin on my face, I don't even reach my first victim of fear… some weird, old man in a purple potato bag robe. Before I can even start, I feel a light, and soothingly soft hand tap my shoulder. It snaps my attention, and even startles me. I turn to find… that girl again. The one with purple hair and high heeled shoes. She sure looks like a preppy bitch, that's for sure. If she's here to feel my muscles however, she's welcome to it. The Adon magic is working at last!
"Adon…" she said in a calmly indifferent, yet very feminine, tone of voice. She knows my name too! This has to be a dream, or maybe she's a Muay Thai warrior. No, she couldn't be a Muay Thai warrior, or she'd be dressed in the same kind of garb that I'm in. Then again, since she's quite a woman, I almost wish that were the case.
Likewise, due to her gender, I decide to acknowledge her with some semblance of good mannerism. With an audible groan, I speak. "What do you want, woman?" I reply, irritated. As I said, I'd be kinder to her, and an irate tone is rather kind for me. I don't like people very much, the waste my precious oxygen, and stink up MY existence with their inferiority.
Her gaze is stern, and her purple eyes show disdain. Yet, at the same time, I sense this strong aura from the woman, and I don't exactly like it. I wonder if she's one of those witches they talk about existing in Europe and America. It probably explains the leather, since nobody could cast a spell in heavy clothes, or not very well. Furthermore, I hear witches dance around naked performing ritual sacrifices. Man, that Dr. Zeus sure sounds like a crappy doctor!
She speaks again, and I have to wonder if this woman's ever been laid. What? She sounds so serious about everything, as though there's something sticking up her rear end. Speaking about that, it seems nice and shapely. Never forget that Adon knows a good looking body when he sees one. "Adon?" She says, trying to get my attention. Did I mention that her hand still is on my shoulder? "Are you listening to me? I have information you may wish to know about your destiny," she states, and I can tell she's pausing briefly for drama as her purple eyes narrow their gaze, "Perhaps, about how you may become the god of Muay Thai…" NOW she has my attention, and I give a quick nod, though my vicious grin and facial expression of a crazy madman remains, "Meet me in my room later. I have some important things to discuss with you."
Well, glad that's ov… WHOA! Hold everything. Did she say she wanted me to meet her in her room… and tell me how I'm going to become the god of Muay Thai! I'm starting to like this woman, whoever she is. "What's your name, woman?" I ask her, figuring I'll at least know that much, considering that she is smarterer than most people. After all, she's addressing ME as the God of Muay Thai, and I haven't even become God yet.
She doesn't answer my question, the snobby bitch! "I will tell you later, just meet me in room three forty-one. Come by at around nine o'clock." is all she says, and that's the end of her conversation. I'll say this much, she's weird, but if she knows who her betters are, which means me, of course, then she'll be a well rewarded, loyal subject, who will be begging to bask in my glory or face death for not getting said glory! This said glory is of course me, Adon! Yea, I definitely have no ego problems, can't you tell?
Room three hundred forty-one… yea. Gah, something about this freaky, yet attractive woman is tugging at my thoughts, and I can't shake it off. Maybe if I focus on frightening the competition, my mind will focus on other things. Yea, that's the ticket!
Let's see where I can start. Maybe that old man. "Hah!" I stated, more than I did laugh. The old man in purple robes seemed to ignore me! It's as though he was in a meditative state of relaxation. He ignored all my jeering, in spite of my intimidating stare and frightening laugh. My laugh is SCARY! Be afraid, goddamn it! Bah! He's probably not even worth his Old Timer's disease… or was that called Alzheimer's? I don't know with all this high tech science crap!
Yea, I know you'll be goddamned bored out your mind, listening to me talk about how I did or didn't really manage to intimidate anyone. I did figure out a few who looked like I'd enjoy kicking their asses before taking Sagat's godhood away. There was this one boxer guy, who looked really strong and vicious. I'd swear he was looking at my ear, and I think he may have thought of eating it! There was also this tall guy with a Mohawk of blonde hair, and black sideburns. He looked a bit pale, but really strong, especially with those chains wrapped around his arm. If those chains are his weapon, then he'll be sorry, but atleast he'll be a good, challenging fight.
Ah, but another fighter I found is most certain to suffer, I'm assured of that! He's a black kick boxer! A KICK BOXER! He is a pitiful excuse of a warrior who has a fighting style that dares to call itself on par with Muay Thai! If he wins his way to me, his ability to eat solid foods may be just a fleeting memory, believe me! Anyway, the sun is starting to set, and I'm getting tired. I'd better save my energy for that purple haired psychic. No doubt she wants a piece of the soon to be god of Muay Thai. I grin widely at the thought. My teeth aren't exactly lined up perfectly, but what the hell do I care? My lower jaw is stretched forward slightly, but does it matter? Some have suggested corrective jaw surgery, but I digress. Time for my 'meeting' with the purple haired lady. She just can't deny my sexiness. Can you blame her?
All this thought of steamy, sexy fun has cleared my mind of Sagat… until… oh crap! I just thought of it again, and my Muay Thai legend. You'll see, Sagat. I'm not your Shadow, you'll see! You'll be begging to apologize when I'm through with you. You've stepped on my back for the last time!
Author's Note - Well, there ends Adon's chapter 1 for real now. Next will likely be Sagat's, Rose's, or maybe Birdie's. Just note that everyone will have fair first person time. Some will get more, namely Adon and Rose. If you're wondering, that IS the pairing in this disaster story. As I say though, love is fleeting, and it'll be fleeting enough that Rose and Adon can continue their canon lives unhindered by romance, trust me. Anyway, REVIEW! I write for you, the people!
Anyway, I'm sure you folks are wondering whomakes up the roster, no? Well, there are 34 guys, see. The32 contastants, plusAdon and Sagat. As we know, the9 other guys from SF1 are in (that includes Ryu. Kenis NOT in, because he is in the American Martial Artstourney,pwningCharlie). As well, we have seen Rose, Dee Jay, and maybe Dan will be in.As well, Retu will show up for Retsu,Retu name game conflicts. Other than that,well, most are justunknown. Maybe Zivah from World Strung by Fate for Krav Maga representing. Final Fighters cannot be in for the fact that Mad Gear is running amuck. It is not too important anyways. Anyway, more to be written soon. Well, when I get back from jaw surgery! Ugh!