Before I start, the standard copyrights, Ranma 1/2 is done by Rumiko
Takahashi. In no way shape or form am I challenging her right to the
people contained here in.
Chapter One: "Ranma Saotome, Street Fighter"
Ranma looked up from his breakfast, eyes widening at his
father's words. "You want me to join WHAT??"
"I want you to join the Street Fighter Circuit. In past times,
the heirs of the Saotome Anything Goes School of Martial-Arts tested
themselves by seeking out the masters of other disciplines and meeting
them in battle. That's where several of the techniques in the school
were taken from." Genma replied, face set in stone, "And now, with
fighters from around the world, the Street Fighter tour has taken
hold. I want you to spend at least 12 months on the tour before you
return."
Ranma didn't mind the traveling, he had done plenty of that
with Genma on various training trips in the past, in the past. Now
that he thought of it, it wouldn't be so bad. Sure, he'd miss all of
his friends, but the prospect of at least a year of peace with no
Shampoo latching onto him at every opportunity, no crazy plots from
Kodachi, missing Ucchan, and no Akane,. that settled it.
"Well, since you've given me no choice in the matter, I guess I'll get
ready. When do you want me to start?" Ranma thought to himself, "Man
oh man, a year without that baka smashing me, or worse yet, trying to
feed me! It'll be heaven adding in being able to train on the road."
His dream was quickly smashed by Genma's next few words.
"You won't be leaving alone. Mr. Tendo and I decided it would
be best if Akane went with you on this trip. She needs the work just
as much as you do,." Ranma wasn't expecting that. His jaw suddenly
dropped, and his eyes bugged out of his head.
"You WHAT? YOU WANT ME TO GO AROUND FIGHTING WITH THAT MACHO
KAWAIKUNE TOMBOY FOLLOWING ME AROUND? THAT MACHO CHICK? WHAT WOULD
HAPPEN IF SHE ACTUALLY TRIED TO COOK?!!" Ranma screamed at Genma. The
proverbial "uh-oh" drop of sweat appeared Genma's face, not from his
son's rant. Ranma froze. He slowly turned around, only to hear the
three words he dreaded most. "RANMA NO BAKA!" followed by a wooden
mallet swinging upwards, connecting underneath the chin and sending
him flying through the roof.
Akane, still shaking, had only caught the last few words of
Ranma's rant. She turned to Genma, who seemed to visibly shrink away
from the angry Akane. "Now. What brought this on?"
Genma's quick, hurried explanation drew a "W--H--A--T?? " shout from
Akane, the resulting explosion of her temper literally blowing the
roof of the Tendo Dojo off, sending it flipping into the air. Luckily
it landed back in place, although it was upside down.
(The scene changes to the Nerima Stadium, where an interested crowd of
about a thousand watches on.)
"It seems pretty simple," Ranma thought to himself, Although
the fights were taking place in a ring, which would restrict his
movement somewhat, the fighters he had seen so far, while decent,
would be no match for him. (Or so his overblown ego tried to convince
him)
He had drawn the third fight out of six, and was competing
against someone named Jenakaya, whose style was listed as Capioera.
Ranma scratched his head, trying to remember the lessons that Genma
gave him a while ago on different styles, but the only thing that came
into his mind was that Capioera was a style that used several dance
moves. "Heh. When I get in there. There won't be any dancing."
Since the fight was local. he had trained at the Dojo. Akane
still wasn't happy with the way she had been railroaded into this, she
tried to protest, saying she couldn't afford to miss a year of
school,. that she didn't want to go fight, finally Soun just told her
that she was going. and she would have to uphold the honor of the
Tendo school of Anything Goes Martial Arts. Everyone in the house had
avoided Akane since then.
Just then the second fight ended,. the Sanbo fighter had
finished off his smaller, faster opponent with a devastating
Suplex/Throw combo, "Well here goes. My first fight. and my first
win!" Ranma thought, stretching out the last few kinks, as he waited
for the medics to revive the Wu Shu fighter. Then, walking to the
ring, he could dimly hear Genma, Ukyou, and the others let out a
cheer.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, our third bout of the afternoon is
fought in the Freestyle division. First of all, he is making his
Street Fighting debut today, he trains here in Nerima at the Tendo
Dojo, he trains in the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts,
Ranma Saotome!" Ranma raised one hand acknowledging the polite
applause from the crowd, and then focused on his opponent who stood
motionless in the opposite corner.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, his opponent today is a Rank 3 Street
Fighter. He comes into today's fight with a Street Fighter Freestyle
record of 8 wins, 7 by way of knockout, against only two losses, and
one draw, a master of the South American art of Capioera, Jenakaya!!"
The lanky man raised a hand to acknowledge the applause from the
crowd, Ranma tensed up slightly, as the referee called the two men
into the center of the ring.
"Ok, gentlemen, I know you've been briefed on the rules before
today's fight. I just want to make sure you got them. There will be
three five-minute rounds, no lethal moves, biting or gouging. If in my
judgement you are unable to defend yourself effectively. I will stop
the fight. If you wish to submit, tap the mat three times. We have a
ringside doctor with the authority to stop the match if need be." the
ref motioned to both men. "Bow. and prepare to fight"
Ranma covered one fist in his hand and bowed, The opponent's
eyes met, while Jenakaya twisted his body into a complicated bow.
Then, the two fighters retreated to their corners. Ranma's mind was
ablaze with strategies, attacks, and possible counters, but one notion
had already been destroyed. Capioera wasn't just a "Dance art", He
could see the hidden strength in Jenakaya's flexibility.
"Fighters, ready?" came the call from the referee. Ranma
nodded slightly and took a deep breath, controlling his ki as best as
he could before he assumed his set position. Jenakaya also nodded as
he assumed an unorthodox guard stance. "BEGIN!"
Ranma decided to go for the early knockout surprise, charging at
Jenakaya,. hoping to startle him with a roundhouse right at the
beginning. The Capioera fighter had other ideas. In a sensational move
he leaped into the air and bringing himself into a tight spiral,
striking like a cannonball, smashing himself into the surprised Ranma
who was rocked back and knocked down from the force of the blow. Ranma
blinked a couple of times, as he kipped up to his feet.
"Ok, that didn't work. What now?" He thought to himself as he
assumed the guard stance again, circling his opponent warily "He won't
catch me off guard with that move twice," Leaping into the air with a
spinning round house, followed by a jumping side kick that caught the
lanky Capioera fighter in a glancing blow. The impact pushed his
opponent against the ropes, but before Ranma could follow up and press
his advantage, The canny fighter used the ropes to bring him back
towards Ranma and took him down with a foot sweep.
Ranma got back to his feet quickly with a kipup and again
waited, trying to seek a hole in the Capioera fighter's defenses. The
two traded punches for the next few minutes, trading bruises as the
sweat flew Ranma got a temporary advantage when he connected solidly
with a Tenshin-Amaguri-ken. However, the bell rang before he could
attack his dizzy opponent , somewhat disappointed in his performance,
Ranma slumped in the corner,. Genma quickly stepped in to the ring
and waved a towel in Ranma's face to cool him off, then mopped up the
sweat, and let Ranma catch his breath for a few seconds.
"He's better then I thought he'd be, faster, more agile. I
just can't seem to get a solid blow in." Ranma said, taking a sip of
Gatorade Genma gave him, closing his eyes, and starting to prepare
mentally for the next five minutes.
"Of course not, boy, this is a whole new level! You have to be
prepared to fight, to change your whole style based on the way your
opponent fights! This guy, you got to stick in close. he's too fast
for you to fight him on the outside!" Genma tried to explain. Ranma
opened his eyes and looked straight at his opponent, who looked back,
face set as if it was in stone. "You can do it this round, take him
out" Genma finished as the warning buzzer sounded.
Ranma grinned at his father. "No problem. if he gets near me
this round, he's going to get knocked out." He stood up, as the bell
for the second round rang.
Five minutes later, a bruised, battered Ranma Saotome sat in
his corner again. He hadn't been able to knock his opponent out, in
fact Jenakaya had time and time again attacked Ranma just after he had
failed to hit, Jenakaya had landed counterattack after counterattack,
Genma was none too pleased. but he tried to put on a good face. "Ok,
you've gone 10 minutes, just five more now. If it goes the distance,
he'll probably win it from the judges. You've got to go all out. Knock
him out and win! Forget defense if you want to win!"
As the bell rang for the third round, Ranma staggered to his
feet slowly. "One way or the other, it won't last this round, Pop.
One of us won't finish this round", then came out to start the final
round.
And indeed Ranma's style had changed, no longer was he sitting
back, waiting for Jenakaya to attack. Ranma charged in, keeping
Jenakaya from using his speed and agility advantage. Ranma flailed
away with kicks and punches. Jenakaya landed punch after punch in
return, Ranma got the worst of the damage in the exchange but
something in him refused to let himself go down.
Finally he saw the advantage he needed, following up another
Tenshin-Amaguri-Ken by grabbing Jenakaya's shirt in one hand, and
rolling backwards, using a foot in his opponent's midsection to throw
Jenakaya, the Capioera fighter managed to land on his back safely,
although stunned. Ranma was on him like a wild animal. As Jenakaya
staggered to his feet he was met with a jumping snap kick that bounced
him off the ropes, to fall face first on the mat. The referee stopped
the fight there As a spent, bruised Ranma sagged against the ropes
himself.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this fight, at 2 minutes
and 52 seconds of the third and final round. by Knockout, RANMA
SAOTOME!" The fans cheered. That was one hell of a fight.
An hour later, the cheers were for someone else. A bone tired
Ranma found himself being looked over by Dr. Tofu. He Tofu said that
Ranma would have a good set of bruises for a week or so. but he came
through nicely, considering the punishment he had taken.
Back at the Dojo, Ranma was lying on his futon, trying to get
his body to stop aching. Genma was on the phone, while Mr. Tendo was
trying to keep all of Ranma's fiancees from attending him. Ranma just
enjoyed the peace and quiet until a near silent presence came to his
attention. Turning his head just slightly as Akane came into view.
"Hi." He didn't say much more, for the simple act of talking
was draining right now. Akane came walking in, face still a little
white from what she had seen earlier. "You ok?" she asked softly,
"Hurts, but I won." was his reply.
"You know Ranma, you really have to learn to duck better," she
tried to put on a brave face and smile. "Every time he landed one, he
seemed to land three." Ranma muttered quietly, closing his eyes,
remembering the fight. Where did he go wrong?
"Do you know why? It's because he linked his moves together,
seriously Ranma, it was almost a move of its own, just it was made up
of two different moves linked together smoothly. Yours were more
powerful, but until the end, you were too "stop and go" with your
moves." Akane tried to explain. She had watched the match with a
keener eye then she would like to admit, seeing Ranma hurt wasn't a
good thing.
"I'll try to remember that next fight," Ranma said. He then
opened his eye, bolting to an upright position. What he saw shocked
him. Akane, the kawaikune, was crying? "Akane, what's the matter?" He
tried to keep the surprise out of his voice.
As if the words had released an internal dam of emotions, the
words came flooding from Akane. "I don't know how you could go through
with that, and now I'm supposed to go through with this too? I can't
even hit you when we fight. how am I supposed to win a Street Fighter
match?"
Ranma's eyes widened. For too long, Akane had seemed like a
block of marble. strong, yet proud and unyielding, but that pride had
taken a major blow today. She had been scheduled for a fight in two
weeks, in Osaka,
"Akane, it'll work out, I promise. I'll show you some things I
learned in the ring today, you'll be ready for your fight. You're a
decent martial artist, you're the heir to the Tendo School of
Anything-Goes Martial Arts, and you just need to keep control of your
temper." The smile he received was worth every bruise on his face and
body. Sighing to himself, he asked himself "Why can't more times be
like this, She's so cute when she smiles."
"Will you spar with me Ranma?" Akane asked quietly. Ranma
shook his head slightly. He didn't like hitting girls, but if he could
teach Akane how to handle herself in the ring, where the rules were a
lot different then what she was used to, then he guessed it was worth
it, "Yeah, I promise. Just give me a day or two to recover, ok?"
Still smiling, Akane said ok, and quietly took her leave.
Ranma lay his head back on the futon, and once again ran over the
fight in his head, this time he was smiling, "She's right, I was real
jerky. I have to work on linking my moves better if I'm going to
continue." And with that thought, Ranma fell asleep a winner, in more
ways then one.
Takahashi. In no way shape or form am I challenging her right to the
people contained here in.
Chapter One: "Ranma Saotome, Street Fighter"
Ranma looked up from his breakfast, eyes widening at his
father's words. "You want me to join WHAT??"
"I want you to join the Street Fighter Circuit. In past times,
the heirs of the Saotome Anything Goes School of Martial-Arts tested
themselves by seeking out the masters of other disciplines and meeting
them in battle. That's where several of the techniques in the school
were taken from." Genma replied, face set in stone, "And now, with
fighters from around the world, the Street Fighter tour has taken
hold. I want you to spend at least 12 months on the tour before you
return."
Ranma didn't mind the traveling, he had done plenty of that
with Genma on various training trips in the past, in the past. Now
that he thought of it, it wouldn't be so bad. Sure, he'd miss all of
his friends, but the prospect of at least a year of peace with no
Shampoo latching onto him at every opportunity, no crazy plots from
Kodachi, missing Ucchan, and no Akane,. that settled it.
"Well, since you've given me no choice in the matter, I guess I'll get
ready. When do you want me to start?" Ranma thought to himself, "Man
oh man, a year without that baka smashing me, or worse yet, trying to
feed me! It'll be heaven adding in being able to train on the road."
His dream was quickly smashed by Genma's next few words.
"You won't be leaving alone. Mr. Tendo and I decided it would
be best if Akane went with you on this trip. She needs the work just
as much as you do,." Ranma wasn't expecting that. His jaw suddenly
dropped, and his eyes bugged out of his head.
"You WHAT? YOU WANT ME TO GO AROUND FIGHTING WITH THAT MACHO
KAWAIKUNE TOMBOY FOLLOWING ME AROUND? THAT MACHO CHICK? WHAT WOULD
HAPPEN IF SHE ACTUALLY TRIED TO COOK?!!" Ranma screamed at Genma. The
proverbial "uh-oh" drop of sweat appeared Genma's face, not from his
son's rant. Ranma froze. He slowly turned around, only to hear the
three words he dreaded most. "RANMA NO BAKA!" followed by a wooden
mallet swinging upwards, connecting underneath the chin and sending
him flying through the roof.
Akane, still shaking, had only caught the last few words of
Ranma's rant. She turned to Genma, who seemed to visibly shrink away
from the angry Akane. "Now. What brought this on?"
Genma's quick, hurried explanation drew a "W--H--A--T?? " shout from
Akane, the resulting explosion of her temper literally blowing the
roof of the Tendo Dojo off, sending it flipping into the air. Luckily
it landed back in place, although it was upside down.
(The scene changes to the Nerima Stadium, where an interested crowd of
about a thousand watches on.)
"It seems pretty simple," Ranma thought to himself, Although
the fights were taking place in a ring, which would restrict his
movement somewhat, the fighters he had seen so far, while decent,
would be no match for him. (Or so his overblown ego tried to convince
him)
He had drawn the third fight out of six, and was competing
against someone named Jenakaya, whose style was listed as Capioera.
Ranma scratched his head, trying to remember the lessons that Genma
gave him a while ago on different styles, but the only thing that came
into his mind was that Capioera was a style that used several dance
moves. "Heh. When I get in there. There won't be any dancing."
Since the fight was local. he had trained at the Dojo. Akane
still wasn't happy with the way she had been railroaded into this, she
tried to protest, saying she couldn't afford to miss a year of
school,. that she didn't want to go fight, finally Soun just told her
that she was going. and she would have to uphold the honor of the
Tendo school of Anything Goes Martial Arts. Everyone in the house had
avoided Akane since then.
Just then the second fight ended,. the Sanbo fighter had
finished off his smaller, faster opponent with a devastating
Suplex/Throw combo, "Well here goes. My first fight. and my first
win!" Ranma thought, stretching out the last few kinks, as he waited
for the medics to revive the Wu Shu fighter. Then, walking to the
ring, he could dimly hear Genma, Ukyou, and the others let out a
cheer.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, our third bout of the afternoon is
fought in the Freestyle division. First of all, he is making his
Street Fighting debut today, he trains here in Nerima at the Tendo
Dojo, he trains in the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts,
Ranma Saotome!" Ranma raised one hand acknowledging the polite
applause from the crowd, and then focused on his opponent who stood
motionless in the opposite corner.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, his opponent today is a Rank 3 Street
Fighter. He comes into today's fight with a Street Fighter Freestyle
record of 8 wins, 7 by way of knockout, against only two losses, and
one draw, a master of the South American art of Capioera, Jenakaya!!"
The lanky man raised a hand to acknowledge the applause from the
crowd, Ranma tensed up slightly, as the referee called the two men
into the center of the ring.
"Ok, gentlemen, I know you've been briefed on the rules before
today's fight. I just want to make sure you got them. There will be
three five-minute rounds, no lethal moves, biting or gouging. If in my
judgement you are unable to defend yourself effectively. I will stop
the fight. If you wish to submit, tap the mat three times. We have a
ringside doctor with the authority to stop the match if need be." the
ref motioned to both men. "Bow. and prepare to fight"
Ranma covered one fist in his hand and bowed, The opponent's
eyes met, while Jenakaya twisted his body into a complicated bow.
Then, the two fighters retreated to their corners. Ranma's mind was
ablaze with strategies, attacks, and possible counters, but one notion
had already been destroyed. Capioera wasn't just a "Dance art", He
could see the hidden strength in Jenakaya's flexibility.
"Fighters, ready?" came the call from the referee. Ranma
nodded slightly and took a deep breath, controlling his ki as best as
he could before he assumed his set position. Jenakaya also nodded as
he assumed an unorthodox guard stance. "BEGIN!"
Ranma decided to go for the early knockout surprise, charging at
Jenakaya,. hoping to startle him with a roundhouse right at the
beginning. The Capioera fighter had other ideas. In a sensational move
he leaped into the air and bringing himself into a tight spiral,
striking like a cannonball, smashing himself into the surprised Ranma
who was rocked back and knocked down from the force of the blow. Ranma
blinked a couple of times, as he kipped up to his feet.
"Ok, that didn't work. What now?" He thought to himself as he
assumed the guard stance again, circling his opponent warily "He won't
catch me off guard with that move twice," Leaping into the air with a
spinning round house, followed by a jumping side kick that caught the
lanky Capioera fighter in a glancing blow. The impact pushed his
opponent against the ropes, but before Ranma could follow up and press
his advantage, The canny fighter used the ropes to bring him back
towards Ranma and took him down with a foot sweep.
Ranma got back to his feet quickly with a kipup and again
waited, trying to seek a hole in the Capioera fighter's defenses. The
two traded punches for the next few minutes, trading bruises as the
sweat flew Ranma got a temporary advantage when he connected solidly
with a Tenshin-Amaguri-ken. However, the bell rang before he could
attack his dizzy opponent , somewhat disappointed in his performance,
Ranma slumped in the corner,. Genma quickly stepped in to the ring
and waved a towel in Ranma's face to cool him off, then mopped up the
sweat, and let Ranma catch his breath for a few seconds.
"He's better then I thought he'd be, faster, more agile. I
just can't seem to get a solid blow in." Ranma said, taking a sip of
Gatorade Genma gave him, closing his eyes, and starting to prepare
mentally for the next five minutes.
"Of course not, boy, this is a whole new level! You have to be
prepared to fight, to change your whole style based on the way your
opponent fights! This guy, you got to stick in close. he's too fast
for you to fight him on the outside!" Genma tried to explain. Ranma
opened his eyes and looked straight at his opponent, who looked back,
face set as if it was in stone. "You can do it this round, take him
out" Genma finished as the warning buzzer sounded.
Ranma grinned at his father. "No problem. if he gets near me
this round, he's going to get knocked out." He stood up, as the bell
for the second round rang.
Five minutes later, a bruised, battered Ranma Saotome sat in
his corner again. He hadn't been able to knock his opponent out, in
fact Jenakaya had time and time again attacked Ranma just after he had
failed to hit, Jenakaya had landed counterattack after counterattack,
Genma was none too pleased. but he tried to put on a good face. "Ok,
you've gone 10 minutes, just five more now. If it goes the distance,
he'll probably win it from the judges. You've got to go all out. Knock
him out and win! Forget defense if you want to win!"
As the bell rang for the third round, Ranma staggered to his
feet slowly. "One way or the other, it won't last this round, Pop.
One of us won't finish this round", then came out to start the final
round.
And indeed Ranma's style had changed, no longer was he sitting
back, waiting for Jenakaya to attack. Ranma charged in, keeping
Jenakaya from using his speed and agility advantage. Ranma flailed
away with kicks and punches. Jenakaya landed punch after punch in
return, Ranma got the worst of the damage in the exchange but
something in him refused to let himself go down.
Finally he saw the advantage he needed, following up another
Tenshin-Amaguri-Ken by grabbing Jenakaya's shirt in one hand, and
rolling backwards, using a foot in his opponent's midsection to throw
Jenakaya, the Capioera fighter managed to land on his back safely,
although stunned. Ranma was on him like a wild animal. As Jenakaya
staggered to his feet he was met with a jumping snap kick that bounced
him off the ropes, to fall face first on the mat. The referee stopped
the fight there As a spent, bruised Ranma sagged against the ropes
himself.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this fight, at 2 minutes
and 52 seconds of the third and final round. by Knockout, RANMA
SAOTOME!" The fans cheered. That was one hell of a fight.
An hour later, the cheers were for someone else. A bone tired
Ranma found himself being looked over by Dr. Tofu. He Tofu said that
Ranma would have a good set of bruises for a week or so. but he came
through nicely, considering the punishment he had taken.
Back at the Dojo, Ranma was lying on his futon, trying to get
his body to stop aching. Genma was on the phone, while Mr. Tendo was
trying to keep all of Ranma's fiancees from attending him. Ranma just
enjoyed the peace and quiet until a near silent presence came to his
attention. Turning his head just slightly as Akane came into view.
"Hi." He didn't say much more, for the simple act of talking
was draining right now. Akane came walking in, face still a little
white from what she had seen earlier. "You ok?" she asked softly,
"Hurts, but I won." was his reply.
"You know Ranma, you really have to learn to duck better," she
tried to put on a brave face and smile. "Every time he landed one, he
seemed to land three." Ranma muttered quietly, closing his eyes,
remembering the fight. Where did he go wrong?
"Do you know why? It's because he linked his moves together,
seriously Ranma, it was almost a move of its own, just it was made up
of two different moves linked together smoothly. Yours were more
powerful, but until the end, you were too "stop and go" with your
moves." Akane tried to explain. She had watched the match with a
keener eye then she would like to admit, seeing Ranma hurt wasn't a
good thing.
"I'll try to remember that next fight," Ranma said. He then
opened his eye, bolting to an upright position. What he saw shocked
him. Akane, the kawaikune, was crying? "Akane, what's the matter?" He
tried to keep the surprise out of his voice.
As if the words had released an internal dam of emotions, the
words came flooding from Akane. "I don't know how you could go through
with that, and now I'm supposed to go through with this too? I can't
even hit you when we fight. how am I supposed to win a Street Fighter
match?"
Ranma's eyes widened. For too long, Akane had seemed like a
block of marble. strong, yet proud and unyielding, but that pride had
taken a major blow today. She had been scheduled for a fight in two
weeks, in Osaka,
"Akane, it'll work out, I promise. I'll show you some things I
learned in the ring today, you'll be ready for your fight. You're a
decent martial artist, you're the heir to the Tendo School of
Anything-Goes Martial Arts, and you just need to keep control of your
temper." The smile he received was worth every bruise on his face and
body. Sighing to himself, he asked himself "Why can't more times be
like this, She's so cute when she smiles."
"Will you spar with me Ranma?" Akane asked quietly. Ranma
shook his head slightly. He didn't like hitting girls, but if he could
teach Akane how to handle herself in the ring, where the rules were a
lot different then what she was used to, then he guessed it was worth
it, "Yeah, I promise. Just give me a day or two to recover, ok?"
Still smiling, Akane said ok, and quietly took her leave.
Ranma lay his head back on the futon, and once again ran over the
fight in his head, this time he was smiling, "She's right, I was real
jerky. I have to work on linking my moves better if I'm going to
continue." And with that thought, Ranma fell asleep a winner, in more
ways then one.
