One day, Feng Wei was walking down the street. He was on his way to his favorite ramen vendor. After all, he had to eat up before his strenuous training. It was only 2 days until the King of Iron Fist 7, and he had only 3 things on his schedule: train, eat, train. As he walked on, he noticed Bryan Fury, who was ripping apart a truck that honked at him. He was laughing maniacally while he did it. Feng stopped for a moment to admire the killing machine's strength.
Impressive... perhaps it would be worth my time to have a sparring session with him.
He hadn't noticed that Bryan was looking right at him. "What the fuck are you starin at? You got some kind of problem, you squinty eyed asshole?" Bryan was quite rude, which wasn't a surprise at all to the Kenpo fighter. Feng said nothing, but extended his hand and made the "come" gesture.
"Oh so you wanna die today huh?" Bryan snarked. "Fine then! I'll kick your ass and then make you cook me some Chinese food!" Bryan charged at Feng and before Feng could even react connected with a devastating Mach Punch. Feng got up slowly, but seemed unfazed. Bryan laughed and threw a Mach Kick. Feng ducked and swung his hands with a windmill motion, sweeping Bryan off his feet. Feng then knocked Bryan into the ground so hard the concrete broke. Bryan got up and made a horrid cracking noise with his neck.
"Not bad, Kenpo. Not bad at all." Bryan's tone seemed to have changed. "Say, I know a good place to get a bite to eat and a beer. You wanna come with?" Feng wanted to decline, but he was still hungry. "Fine but only for a little while. I must resume my training." Feng said stoically.
As they headed to the restaurant known as the Man Cave, Bryan and Feng stumbled upon Bruce Irvin, who was in a scrap with some thugs who were picking on a little boy.
"Hey it's Irvin" Bryan said. "Holy shit, he's in trouble!" The thugs had pushed Bruce to the ground and were kicking him. Before Bryan could say anything else, Feng rushed in and unleashed an elbow strike that was so powerful it knocked back all 8 of the thugs. As Feng helped Bruce to his feet, Bryan jumped in and started pounding the thugs. He gave one a Slash Kick, while he used his Fisherman Slam on another. One thug hit Bryan in the back of the head with a crowbar. Bryan laughed as it bent sideways. Feng launched a double palm and sent two thugs flying. Bryan and Feng's onslaught ended with one man left standing. The thug pulled a gun and was about to shoot.
"Go ahead asshole! I won't feel a damn thing!" Bryan laughed as he provoked the desperate thug. Before he could shoot, a flying knee struck the man square in the jaw, complete with a snapping sound and even a few teeth flying. Needless to say, he didn't get back up. "Daaamn Bruce, I think you killed him!" Bryan yelled, high-fiving his old training buddy.
"Naw he only wish he was dead" Bruce replied with a smirk. "Hey, is that Feng? Wassup man?" Bruce shook Feng's hand firmly. Feng replied with a nod. "We're heading over to the Man Cave to grab a bite. You look like you could use a drink after that scrap. You in?" Bryan extended his fist. Bruce pounded him, replying "You know I am! As long as you're paying."
Before they could walk away, they heard a meek voice. "E-excuse me?" They turned and faced the boy that they had saved. Bruce knelt down. "You OK, little man?" he asked, concerned. "I'm fine" the little boy said. "Thanks for looking out for me you guys. I want to repay you." Bruce started to protest, until the boy pulled out 3 fancy-looking coupons. "Here's 3 coupons for all you can eat wings at the Man Cave. They were trying to take them from me. You guys can have them! I'm a little too young for that place, anyway." Bruce accepted the coupons, giving the boy a big hug.
"Well looks like we're in the clear now" Bryan said. "Now we can stuff our fuckin faces for free! Sounds good, eh Feng?" Feng simply nodded. They continued on the road.
Feng was getting REALLY hungry now. He didn't wish to complain, so he said nothing. He was curious however, as to what diversions they would come across next. As they walked onward, Bryan was telling dirty jokes and Bruce was laughing aloud. Feng kept his stone face.
"Come on man, lighten up a little" Bruce said. "Bryan here says you're alright, so that makes you my buddy too. You ever wanna train with us, just say the word." Feng nodded as a way of saying "thank you". He couldn't help but feel special inside. Normally, he was a loner who only trained by himself, but now he had two powerful friends who respected him.
Suddenly Feng heard a scream. Feeling chivalrous, Bruce ran toward the screams.
"Aw cmon Irvin, let it go! Shit..." Bryan grumbled as he followed. The three men arrived at the source of the scream and saw Christie Montiero. She was being harassed by Craig Marduk.
"Come on baby! Show me them dance moves!" Craig yelled obnoxiously. "No, stop it! Leave me alone!" Christie pleaded. He drew closer and closer. Bruce grabbed him and threw him on the ground.
"That's enough, dickhead! You can look but you can't touch!" Bryan yelled as he got between Christie and the brute.
Marduk stood up, looking angry. "What you got a problem? Mind your own business, you fucking zombie!"
"Oh that's it" Bryan yelled as he started toward him, but Feng stopped him. "Oh you wanna take this one? Be my guest pal. Take down that fuckin skinhead!" Bryan and Bruce stood aside while Feng took his fighting stance. Marduk laughed obnoxiously and charged toward him, unleashing a hammer fist. Feng stood aside as the Marduk's fist went into the ground. Feng took advantage of Marduk's pain and sweep kicked him. As Marduk hit the ground, Feng brought his foot down on Marduk's face, smashing it into the concrete and mangling his face. He was unconscious. Bryan and Bruce cheered as Feng walked away from his opponent, refusing to bow to such a vagrant.
"Thank you so much for handling that creep!" Christie said as she hugged the three of them. "You're pretty good!" she said, smiling at Feng. She gave each of them a room number. "Why don't you guys stop by my room at the Seahorse Hotel sometime tonight? I'll give you guys a private show for free! I'll even wear something special." The three of them simply stared at her eyes wide as she gave them a wink.
"Man! Can this day get any better?!" Bryan yelled as they arrived at the Man Cave. They sat down and the waiter approached them almost immediately. "Congratulations!" the waiter yelled, pointing at Feng. 'You're the 100th person to walk in today, so you drink for free!"
"Aw man, you lucky bastard!" Bruce and Bryan yelled almost in unison.
"I am grateful" Feng simply replied. After an hour of stuffing their faces, Feng was finally feeling satisfied. He was even a little drunk, much to his dishonor. Bryan and Bruce were pretty drunk, too. They were pretty wild, laughing and whooping. Feng even found himself laughing. He was actually having a good time! To think...right now I would be training in silence he thought. Maybe there's more to life than training all day... Suddenly, a group of thugs came in and fired their weapons in the air. It was the same thugs from earlier.
"Alright! Where are those three bastards?!" the leader asked loudly.
"Shit... these dipshits again?" Bryan grumbled.
"I'll handle this!" Bruce said as he got up, but Feng stopped him. "Going for two eh? I wont stop you buddy." Bruce said as he sat back down. Feng approached them, but not with a stioc face; he was instead wearing an obnoxious grin. He was definitely drunk.
"So..." he started. "You want to come in here and ruin our guy's night? You must have nerves of steel. Or maybe you simply wish to die!" Bryan and Bruce gave them the "OOOOOOOOOOOH" pointing and laughing. They were enjoying seeing Feng like this.
"Who you think you're talkin to?!" the thug leader yelled with a tone as obnoxious as Marduk's. "I'll tell you who I'm talking to!" Feng arrogantly retorted. "One dead motherfucker." Bryan and Bruce let out another "OOOOOOOOOH" and cheered.
Before he could open his mouth again, the thug leader had been floored by the Kenpo fighter. The man didn't get back up. The others pointed their guns and prepared to fire. Feng picked up Bryan and used him as a riot shield while Bruce jumped in and took out four thugs with his awesome elbows. Feng threw Bryan like a projectile and took out two more of the thugs. Once again, there was one. It was actually the same one with the broken jaw.
"Anything to say before you meet your end?" Feng said with a smile. "Not that I'd understand it anyway." Feng turned the guy around and kicked him out of the restaurant like a football. The guy must have flown 200 feet. The patrons cheered for the three as the waiter approached them.
"You guys are the best! You can eat here free for the rest of your life!" The three men high fived each other as they walked out of the restaurant, feeling triumphant.
As they walked down the street bragging about their exploits, Feng stopped them. "What's up, killer?" Bryan said as he punched Feng's arm. Feng looked down for a second before looking at the two of them, putting his hands on their shoulders.
"You guys...are the best friends I ever had." Feng said, tearing up.
"Man oh man..." Bruce said, chuckling. "Looks like the alcohol's getting to him big time. Bryan agreed, laughing.
Feeling a little embarrassed, Feng wiped his eyes and said "Yes. You're probably right." as he regained his composure. "Now... let's go pay a visit to that hot Brazilian chick." The three of them made their way to the Seahorse Hotel, feeling like total manly men.