Fresh Start

Daisuke Yamada

Age- 21

Nationality/Ethnicity- Japan/Japanese

Fighting Style- Own Style with various martial arts

Occupation- Bounty Hunter and Detective

Height- 6'

Weight- 190 lbs.

Special Moves-

Qiuran- Daisuke throws a purple orb of energy out. Can be done in the air.

Double Qiuran- Daisuke throws 2 purple orbs. Can be done in the air.

Triple Qiuran- Daisuke throws 3 purple orbs. Can be done in the air.

Quiran Rocket- Daisuke shoots a purple orb into the air.

Cyclone Rumble- Daisuke throws a jump spin kick followed by spinning crescent kick.

Guns 'N' Roses- Daisuke throws something similar to Chun-Li's Lightning Kick. Follows up with a spinning axe kick and a front kick.

Dark Moon Slash- Daisuke does a spinning wheel kick that causes him to land on his back.

Smash Smasher- Daisuke steps forward and throws a dashing straight punch at head level. Stuns opponent.

Leopard Fury- Daisuke throws 4 Muay Thai kicks and a missile drop kick.

Playtime's Over- Daisuke gets into a stance. If hit, Daisuke grabs the opponent, slam him/her to the other side. Daisuke locks a painful arm submission.

Hammer Dash- Daisuke dashes forward and throws a powerful front snap kick.

Super Moves-

Qiuran Bomb- A large purple orb that explodes.

No More Nice Daisuke- Daisuke throws a barrage of kicks.

Ricochet- Daisuke jumps and spins in a corkscrew, bounces all over the place, deals severe damage.

Breath of the Dragon- Daisuke attacks the vital areas of his opponent.

Rolling Tidal Surge- Daisuke rolls forward hitting his opponent with 4 rolling koppous. Proceeds to do a barrage of low kicks and a barrage of spinning footsweeps. Follows up with spinning hook kick and a flip kick. Launches his opponent into the air and does a barrage of kicks and finishes off with a front flip kick. Does 9999 hits of damage.

Vancouver, British Columbia

Daisuke Yamada, a young bounty hunter and detective sat there at a restaurant. Sitting across from him was the legendary fighter known as Ryu. He had been a longtime fan and admirer of Ryu since he defeated the Emperor of Muay Thai, Victor Sagat. Ryu sat there and enjoyed his sandwich that Daisuke kindly paid for. The two of them had a friendly sparring session a few hours earlier. Daisuke sat there tending to some minor injuries inflicted by Ryu.

They were both having a conversation in Japanese. Hardly anybody around were able to understand what they were saying to each other.

"Almost had me," Ryu said with a smile.

"I-I did?! I mean, I did," Daisuke replied with a nervous chuckle. He was apparently nervous around Ryu. This was the first time he had sparred with Ryu, let alone meet him.

"Relax," Ryu said. "Shouldn't tense up... You're good. You almost beat me back there. What is your style?" he was getting curious about Daisuke's training. Daisuke bowed his head down.

"It really doesn't have a name... My father was a master swordsman. But he died when I was nine," Daisuke gulped and then sipped from his glass of water. "He taught me Jiu-Jitsu and Aikido... That was only 4 years experience."

"He let you learn those two styles at an early age?" Ryu asked in astonishment. Ryu himself didn't start his training until his teens. He was getting more and more interested in this young Daisuke character. He calmly took another bite from his sandwich. Being a traveling street fighter doesn't pay much. Ryu makes ends meet doing odd jobs and street fighting bouts for pocket money. He's a nomad in his mid-30s.

Daisuke calmly placed the glass back down on the table. "I was then sent to live with my uncle and his second wife. My uncle was caught in an accident at work. He remains in a coma. His wife was a total bitch. Treated me like shit... Her daughter was a bigger bitch," he sighed. "My uncle had some old books on Tai Chi. I practiced it in secret. His wife didn't like that stuff around the house."

"I know how that is," Ryu said.

"I put up with it until I was 17. My step-aunt really didn't give a shit where I went off to. I doubt she actually cared to know... I think she only married my uncle for his money," Daisuke explained with a tone of anger. He rotated his head a bit and looked at the cars passing by the cafe.

He continued. "I did odd jobs to make pocket money. Had to keep it a secret from my school. I helped out at many dojos to learn martial arts in return... That's how bad I wanted to learn. Had to become stronger, smarter, and faster. The schools ranged from Shaolin, Kenpo, Tae Kwon Do, and even Shotokan," Daisuke added. "When I was 17, I ran away."

"Where'd you go to?" Ryu asked.

"My English teacher. He is a master of Shorin-Ryu Karate and Hwa Rang Do... The man was a wonderful teacher. I still keep in touch with him every now and then," Daisuke said.

"Wow, I'm impressed. You managed to learn all these styles," Ryu said with a whistle. He was honestly impressed with Daisuke's prowess in the martial arts. "How'd you become a detective and a bounty hunter?" he asked.

"It was funny. By co-incidence, I was walking home from a night class. I heard screams coming from the alley. Without thinking, I came to the rescue. Pretty stupid of me. These guys were armed with knives..." Daisuke explained with a laugh.

"Weren't you scared?"

Daisuke shook his head some. "No... On the contrary, I was pumped. Without thinking, I took all 5 of them out. The woman was about to get raped. Possibly killed. Her clothes were cut up. Leg was bleeding, too. Called the police and went with her to the hospital."

"Wow. All I did as a teenager was goof off with Ken and carry water back and forth," Ryu said with a laugh.

"The cops couldn't believe I took them out. They each had a bounty of them. Guess they've been doing it for awhile. I kept the cash a secret. It was something I was good at. I also visited that woman on a regular basis, too. She was a few years older than me. I also talk with her a lot. Recently got married," Daisuke said scratching the back of his head.

"But, had to miss the wedding. Had a 60,000 Euro bounty in Germany, which I caught," he continued with a laugh. "Didn't see what was coming to him..."

"I think I get the bounty hunting part. What about being a private detective?" Ryu asked.

"I was concerned for the woman. Behind my teacher's back, I did research on why she there was a rape attempt on her. Seemed that her ex-boyfriend was behind this. Ex was a total asshole. He'd been stalking her for several months until she put a restraining order on him," Daisuke explained. "He wanted to teach her a lesson."

"In turn, you taught her ex a lesson," Ryu answered. Daisuke silently gave a nod. "Heh, I guess I would've done the same thing to him, myself..." He then finished the rest of his sandwich. "That was a good lunch. How come you didn't order anything?"

"Wasn't hungry," Daisuke calmly answered.

"You need to eat at times. Keeps your energy," Ryu said.

"I started doing all sorts of detective work. My teacher taught me how to think logically. Also to depend on my instincts and intuition," Daisuke added.

"That's very good advice. As a fighter, have to depend on those... I guess my ride's here," Ryu said as he looked outside the window. A bus was parked outside with the engine running. Ryu and Daisuke rose up and left the cafe. A twenty Canadian dollar tip was laid on the table.

The two men stood outside. They shook hands before parting their different ways. Daisuke and Ryu waved each other off.

"Keep working at it," Ryu said.

"Thank you, I will," Daisuke said with a smile.

"Maybe we'll meet again sometime," Ryu said.

"Yeah, someday," Daisuke replied.

Ryu held his duffel bag and got on the bus. The bus then took off from the bus stop and Daisuke stood there alone. Daisuke then headed towards his black metallic Kawasaki Ninja motorcycle that was parked outside.

"Guess it's time to go home and nurse these bruises..." Daisuke said to himself. He winched a bit feeling his sores and bruises. Part of Daisuke's face was partially bruised. He pulled up his shirt to inspect some bruises on his sides. They hurted like hell.

"Damn, those hits hurt like fuck..." Daisuke said to himself. He approached his motorcycle and got on the driver's seat. His cell-phone started to go off. He quickly picked up the phone and answered. "Hello?"

"Is this Daisuke Yamada?"

"This is he," Daisuke said in a calmer tone. "Who is this I'm talking to?"

"My name should be of no concern..."

"Really... Where have I heard before?"

"There are other pressing matters."

"You better we square with me. And how did you get this number?" Daisuke was starting to get annoyed with the person on the line.

"As I said. No need to be concerned..."

"Right... I'm going to hang up. Then I won't be concerned," Daisuke replied.

"Shouldn't be so hasty."

"I'm listening."

"I came to tell you that I know where your father's killer is..."

Daisuke fell silent upon hearing those words. It was like he was in a trance. He then blinked some upon hearing what the man on the line just said. It was something he never told anybody except for his uncle. His uncle was still in a coma at a hospital in Osaka, Japan.

"Y-you're lying." Daisuke replied angrily. "This is just some sick joke. What kind of fucking sicko are you?!" he demanded.

"Calm down, Mr. Yamada."

"Why should I calm down? How did you know about that? I only told my uncle. He never told anybody and he's still in a coma..."

"I know. I did my own research. You have to believe me."

"I find this very hard to believe."

"I know this comes at a shock to you. But I have no reason to lie to you."

"Right..."

"I assure you that this is no sick crank call, either."

"Who is the killer?"

"That I wasn't able to uncover. You'll have to find that out yourself, I'm sorry."

"Okay. Tell me what you know."

"He hides out in New York City. The man is a very skilled fighter. I suggest you take a good look at the street fights that go on. That's all I can say. Good luck on your journey, Daisuke Yamada."

The man hung up. Daisuke put his phone back on his belt case. This was something that Daisuke couldn't even fathom. He slouched down placing his hands on top of his legs. It was like he was about to puke. Daisuke was hunched there breathing fast and hard.

"My father's killer?"

Daisuke quickly got on his motorcycle and headed to his hotel room.

Daisuke's Hotel Suite

Daisuke was a bounty hunter who made a very good living. His detective skills were superior than most agents. However, Daisuke was a person that liked to go out and have fun. For him, this was a very healthy living. He laid there on his bed wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers and a red tank-top.

His hair was slightly wet from recently taking a shower. Daisuke's muscles needed to relax after that sparring session with Ryu. He sat there and watched the TV. There was news about the Millennium Tournament that took place in Osaka, Japan. Once again, Dan Hibiki was the winner.

"Surprise, surprise..." Daisuke said with sarcasm. He reached to the right and grabbed a cold bottle of watermelon flavored Smiroff Twist. After a session with Ryu, Daisuke needed a drink. He took a sip of his cold drink. "Ahhhh, that's better. That shit has to be rigged... How can someone like Dan Hibiki win that?"

Daisuke thought of Dan Hibiki as nothing more than a joke. He then sat up and got on the cell-phone. Calling the airlines, Daisuke immediately booked the next available flight to NYC.

"One coach class to NYC? Next available flight leaves in 3 hours."

"Put me on that flight."

Daisuke immediately paid for the ticket. He finished off his drink and got changed. In a few minutes, Daisuke stood there wearing black loose fit jeans, black urban boots, and an untucked blue short-sleeved buttoned up shirt. He then looked to the mirror and applied gel and spray to keep his hair nice and spiky.

He then placed his black shades on. Getting his things, Daisuke left the room. He immediately went to the lobbyof the hotel and checked out. Daisuke was planning on staying an extra few days to relax. But, this was something much hotter. He quickly got on his motorcycle and left. Next destination, the airport.

"Father, I'll finally be able to avenge you," Daisuke said under his helmet.

Da Octagon, North Bronx

Crash

Age- 29

Nationality/Ethnicity- USA/African-American

Fighting Style- Street Fighting, Wrestling, & Football Skills

Occupation- Big-G's Right Hand Man

Height- 6'4

Weight- 224 lbs.

Special Moves-

Cinder Block Smash- Crash kicks his opponent in the chest. Executes a Pedigree on his opponent.

Wild Bull- Crash tackles his opponent and punches the face 3 times.

Car Crash- Crash picks his opponent up and does a power bomb.

Cold Swing- Crash does a Savate kick and a spinning leg drop.

Super Moves-

Blitz Off- Crash executes a high powered football charge. Instant KO.

Crash Course- Crash repeatedly power bombs his opponent.

Out Da Game- Crash throws slams his opponent on the ground repeatedly. Throws a Haymaker that sends his opponent to the wall where he/she bounces off. Crash grabs his opponent and slams him/her down headfirst.

Blitz

Age- 27

Nationality/Ethnicity- USA/African-American

Fighting Style- Judo

Occupation- Fighter

Height- 5'11

Weight- 197 lbs.

Special Moves-

Spinning Chamber- Blitz grabs his opponent. Rolls forward and tosses him/her to the other side.

Pistol Pump- Blitz throws a spin kick and does a scissors take down.

Super Moves-

Smokin Barrels- Blitz throws a barrage of kicks.

Slam Jam- Blitz grabs his opponent and throw him/her repeatedly.

Boom-Box

Age- 24

Nationality/Ethnicity- USA/African-American

Fighting Style- Tae Kwon Do

Occupation- Fighter

Height- 6'

Weight- 170 lbs.

Special Moves-

Amped- Boom-Box throws a spinning crescent kick that makes a sonic disruption.

Sonic Boom Kick- Boom-Box throws a spinning back kick that causes the air to ripple upon contact with opponent.

Rip Em' Up- Boom-Box throws a devastating 4 kick combo.

Super Moves-

Mad Amplitude- Boom-Box throws a barrage of kicks. Finishes off with a spinning back kick that causes a noise disruption.

Chi-Town Assault- Boom-Box throws a barrage of spinning kicks.

It was almost midnight. A fight was taking place at Da Octagon. It was an 8-sided steel cage that was a height of 15 feet and width of 30 feet in diameter. Da Octagon is one of the many fighting venues used in the NYC underground street fighting circuit. To avoid the cops, these fighters were secretly held at night. Crash stood there wearing a football jersey that said Crash on the back with the number 69 on the front and back. He had on a platinum chain with the shape of an ice-pick on it.

Crash also had on a blue baseball cap worn sideways at a 45 degree tilt. Black driving gloves covered his hands. He also wore baggy shorts and a pair of Reebok basketball shoes. The crowd was cheering for him. It could be told that he was one of the crowd favorites. Some young white guy decided to cause shit with Crash at the bar. The guy threw his drink in Crash's face. Apparently, it got Crash's attention.

Crash was apart of the group known as Da Family. They oversaw all the fights that took place. Recently, there has been some competition with this other group run by a shadowy figure.

"What you gonna do?" the guy asked as he stood across from Crash.

Crash just shook his head. "It's game day, bitch. And you takin one for the team..." he said to his opponent while cracking his knuckles. Suddenly, the bell rang to start the match.

Two of Crash's buddies named Blitz and Boom-Box stood there cheering their friend on. Blitz and Boom-Box then took a good look at each other. They were holding cash out.

"$500 says that Crash floors this bitch in under 5," said Blitz.

"I'll bet the same that Crash floors this bitch in under half that," Boom-Box said waving his cash.

The 2 of them then turned back to watch the fight.

"You ain't shit!" yelled the white guy known as Kerrick.

He came up to Crash and just smacked him across the face. Crash just stood there like it didn't faze him one bit. Kerrick then slapped Crash across the face again.

"C'mon, punch me!" Crash said motioning for Kerrick to punch him.

"You asked for it!" Kerrick exclaimed as he punched Crash across the face.

"You hit like a bitch," Crash said as he rubbed his cheek some. "Now it's time!" Crash exclaimed as he yelled to get the crowd going. Kerrick threw a punch that Crash quickly blocked with his left arm. He then threw several punches to Kerrick's face.

"Umph!" Kerrick went as he stumbled back.

"You don't know who you dealin' with, son," Crash added throwing a front kick to the gut of Kerrick. He threw another kick that caused Kerrick to hunch over. "This is what I call a Cinder Block Smash," he said to Kerrick. Crash placed the back of Kerrick's head in between his legs. He then held Kerrick's arms back.

Boom...

Crash finished off with a Pedigree. Kerrick laid there dazed a bit as Crash picked him back to his feet. That was something that dazed Kerrick for the time being.

"We ain't done yet," Crash said. The audience cheered much louder for Crash, who stepped back and delivered a powerful Haymaker to Kerrick. Kerrick flew back and laid against one of the sides of the steel octagon. Crash got on a football stance and charged and did a football tackle to Kerrick.

"Uggghhh..." Kerrick groined. Crash then picked Kerrick back up again. In a burst of rage, Kerrick started throwing punches at Crash. He then stepped back and charged at Crash at full force throwing a hard punch. Crash quickly picked Kerrick up and used his own momentum against himself.

Kerrick flew into the steel side face first and bounced back to the floor. His forehead was starting to bleed down. Getting on his knees, Kerrick noticed the blood drip down from his face. He was getting very angry.

"My face! You fucking bitch!" Kerrick yelled as he got up to his feet. He charged at Crash at full force. Crash quickly ran to the side of the fence and jumped at it. He quickly rebounded off the steel side of the octagon and threw a flying clothesline tot he back of Kerrick's head.

That caused Kerrick to run head first into the steel octagon again. Kerrick turned around and ran at Crash, who in turned tackled him to the floor.

"Don't mess with a Wild Bull, boy," Crash said as he finished off with 3 punches to Kerrick's face. This time, Kerrick's nose was bleeding. "This is like a Car Crash," he added getting to his feet and picking Kerrick up. The crowd cheere as Crash took his time. Crash then power bombed Kerrick to the floor.

"Uggghhh..."

Kerrick laid there as his body was almost broken. Crash picked Kerrick back to his feet again and started punching him in the face repeatedly. Kerrick was out of it due to the blood loss.

"For the finally. Time for a Crash Course," Crash said as he charged up. This was one of his super attacks. Kerrick's eyes grew wide at the fear of what was coming to him. Crash picked Kerrick up off from his feet and suspended him up into the air.

"Mommy..." Kerrick said.

Crash then started to repeatedly powerbomb Kerrick. After about 20 powerbombs, Crash walked out the octagon without a single scratch on him. Kerrick laid there shattered and bleeding. The bout was over. Crash was then greeted by Blitz and Boom-Box.

"Damn man..." Blitz said. "At least make it last longer. I just lost $500."

"Yeah," Boom-Box laughed as he was holding $1000 in his hand. Crash then took 75 percent of the cash from Boom-Box's hand. "Hey!"

"Taxes," Crash said.

"Big-G wants us back. Got some business to discuss," Blitz said to Crash.

"So I've heard..." Crash said as he took a deep breath.

"Oh shit," interrupted Boom-Box.

"What is it?" Crash asked.

They turned to direction where Boom-Box was looking. "Damn... Some of Khold-Bludd's enforcers?" Crash took a closer look. "I see Basketcase and Raze over there..."

"I say we take 'em," Blitz said.

"Nah... Not tonight," Crash said. "Besides, they ain't doin anything. Yet... Big-G wants us back as soon as possible," he finished.

"Yeah, yeah..." Blitz said.

"We'll deal with Khold-Bludd's men later," Crash said as he, Blitz, and Boom-Box left the fighting venue. A black Lincoln Navigator was parked outside. All 3 men got inside and took off. This was just the beginning of what would be a very long turf war.