SF: The Sadist File
T-Can
Age- 22
Nationality- American born Vietnamese. 1/8th Chinese
Fighting Style- Mixed Fighting Style consisting of experience in Tae Kwon Do, Nin-Jitsu, Boxing, Muay Thai, Capieora, Technical/Submission Wrestling, Judo, Brazilian & Japanese Jiu-Jitsu, Judo, Aikido, Special Forces, Street Fighting, Japanese Shootfighting, Vale Tudo, Western Kickboxing, Lucha Libre, and Wado-Ryu Karate. Also has experience with swords, numchukus, firearms, and explosives.
Occupation- Young Entrepreneur and College Student
Height- 6'
Weight- 220 lbs.
Special Moves-
Kutabacchimae (Translates into Fuck You!)- T-Can waves his hand at his opponent and shoots out a wave of white flames.
Brotha Please'- T-Can throws a left hook, followed by a spinning back fist, and a rising corkscrew uppercut.
Dinalli Riddim- T-Can executes four Capieora style kicks and does a spin kick while doing a handstand.
Machine Gun Kick- T-Can executes a series of low, mid, and high roundhouse kicks like a machine gun.
Bling-Blingin'- T-Can executes four Tae Kwon Do style kicks.
Remy Red- T-Can does a spinning kick combo with his legs covered in cherry red flames.
Youz a Hoe!- A powerfully charged up back hand.
Ghost Ridah- T-Can jumps on his opponent wrapping the legs around the neck area. He hammers his fist into the person's skull.
Get Fucked Up- T-Can does a flying scissors take down slamming the opponent on his/her head.
Ill Thrilla- T-Can spears his opponent to the ground. Can be followed up by punching his opponent repeatedly.
Flash Bangin- T-Can creates a barrier of energy that acts as a shield. Can cancel out projectiles.
C-Note- T-Can does three axial flips, followed by a corkscrew somersault, spears his opponent upon landing.
Tequila Hangover- T-Can does a devastating Tornado DDT to his opponent.
w/Sword
Throw 'Dem Bows- T-Can does four X-slashes to his opponent.
Killin' Fields- T-Can stabs at his opponent repeatedly.
G-Ride- T-Can does a corkscrew somersault and then follows up with a powerful downward slash.
Choppin' it up- T-Can talks trash as he does a spinning slash with a trail of energy that forms a ring.
5-1-5-0- T-Can slashes upwards and then down creating a spile of energy. Can go low, mid, or high.
Rock The Party- T-Can dashes forward and executes three slashes.
Drink Bicardi- Follows up after Rock The Party- T-Can does a powerful downward slash.
Super Moves-
Paid In Full- T-Can says ,"all debts are 'Paid In Full', as he throws a barrage of Kutabacchimae (Fuck You!) attacks. Follows up with a rising uppercut as he says, "muthafucka."
Ryde Or Die Motherfucker!!!- T-Can jumps on top of his opponent, wraps his legs around the neck area. He spins around with his opponent and takes to the air. Executes a flying scissors take down before landing.
All About the Benjamins- With his grounded opponent laying on his back, T- Can rolls forward into a front flip. Plants the top of his head upon the opponent's gut before getting to the other side. Repeates the process six times.
Ante Up!!!- T-Can dashes forward and throws a barrage of devastating palm strikes.
w/Sword
Sweet Science- T-Can spins around in circles while slashing the sword in many different directions. Becomes surrounded in white flames.
Dead Presidents- T-Can slashes forward 20 times as he shoots a long column of flames each time.
Parental Advisory- T-Can creates blades of energy that surround him. They go all wild and start attacking his opponent.
He's an accomplished businessman at an early age. Started his fortune by building an upscale nightclub at a town he used to live at known as 'Club Ethyx'. Turned out to be a blast generating a huge amount of gross income. T-Can used his profits to expand his nightclub to many parts of the United States and eventually overseas. Published a few books on his experience through Army basic training and that as a former substitute teacher. He's also a highly skilled journalist, writer, artist, and photographer. A 'jack of all trades'. Started a video game company and custom automobile shop down in Miami. But has some bad habits that would probably hurt him in the future. T-Can is a heavy drinker of alcohol. Stress from his former job as a substitute teacher caused him to resort to alcoholism. He's pretty dense at times. Workaholic about 3/4 of the time. Pretty boastful at times when around his friends. Around other, he keeps to himself. He's thinks like a brash, impulsive, and reckless child at times. Would even put his whole body on the line just to please fans.
Xen Aleksandrov
Age: Unknown
Nationality: Cossack, Russia
Fighting Style: A very violent, dangerous, and self-destructive form of Antsatsuken. Rivals that of Akuma. Gives Xen the "evil intent" alongside the "killing intent".
Occupation: Serial rapist. Has his kicks from brutally torturing and killing the weak and defenseless.
Height- 6'4
Weight- 264 lbs.
Special Moves-
Hadouken- An amplified version of the Hadouken. Travels twice as fast.
Hammer Smash- Xen does an axial flip and does a downward double heel drop on the opponent's head.
Spin Sickle- Xen does a spinning uppercut as a trail of energy engulfs the arm and creates a sickle of energy.
Hail Hurricane- Xen does a Hurricane Kick but causes debris to fly around and hit his opponent.
Terra Breaker- Xen punches the ground as a barrier of energy surrounds him.
Shoryuken- Destructive dragon punch.
Teleport- Self-explanatory.
Super Moves-
Bloodthirst- Xen creates blades of energy and slashes his opponent. Once his opponent is weakened, Xen drinks his/her blood.
Shungokusatsu- Self-explanatory.
Not much is known about Xen. His age is unknown. However, Xen is beyond the mental state of being a full-blown sociopath. He entertains himself in many Hellish ways. Some including, raping, torturing, and murdering of young women and prostitutes. Xen mainly gets his kicks from brutally torturing and killing the weak and defenseless. Ranges from kids, old people, and handicapped/disabled. He's a complete zealot who thinks that the weak deserved to be killed by the strong. Xen is hunted by numerous world governments, organizations, and street fighters. He has no conscious. His soul is tainted with hate and complete evil.
Club Ethyx, Miami
12:46 AM
A certain number of people gathered on the rooftop of the nightclub's third floor. This was a special fight night going on. There was a fighting ring on the rooftop. It was mainly used for special events or the occasional brawl in the club. This was a way to let pissed off patrons go at it with each other.
Cameras were placed all around the ring, which sent the signal to the TV screens placed all around the club. Especially the big 70" HDTV screen in the main room that played rap and hip-hop music. T-Can would always have music play during the fights. He felt that the music gives people the vibe and energy to fight in the ring.
Everybody in the club would be watching this fight go down...
Even T-Can fought in those rings several times. Fast and upbeat music boomed in the background. It really set the mood for the fight. Lights of different colors were placed around to give the area some atmosphere.
He was challenged by a young soldier in the Ugandan Special Forces. In the middle of the ring stood T-Can's opponent. The man was known as Zuhri Cebekhulu. Zuhri is one of Uganda's most elite soldiers. There have been stories of the young Lieutenant Cebekhulu. His fighting style consisted of both Shotokan Karate and Ugandan Special Forces Combat Tactics.
Zuhri stood there as calm as he could be. He was dressed in his usual attire that consisted of green fatigues, combat boots, and a red beret on his head. His sleeves were rolled up like he was ready to fight.
"I guess this is my cue," T-Can said as he stepped through the door leading to the rooftop.
As T-Can stepped through, he was met by a spot light, thick fog, and laser light effects. It was like being in the WWE. He did a little dance as he proceeded down the walkway to the ring. The patrons were cheering T-Can on. Waitresses had treys with bottles of beer and other sort of malt beverates. Other waitresses had drink shots on their trays.
T-Can stood there dressed in black baggy fit leather pants, black leather shoes, a short sleeved silk blue shirt that was untucked, a black leather cowboy hat, and crystal blue lensed shades. He looked pretty psyched up like the music and audience were giving him the energy he needed. T-Can got into the rhythm of the music as he approached the ring.
Getting close to the ring, he took his hat off and tossed it to the side. T-Can revealed himself to have really bright maroon colored hair. He grabbed an ice cold bottle of Remy Red from a nearby waitress. This was something that T-Can would always do before a match. It wasn't a wise thing to do, but T-Can did it anyway. Popping the top off, T-Can took several large sips before giving it back to the waitress.
T-Can took a few looks at the waitresses. They were wearing very short shorts. Plus, they had on very tight tanktops. He was turned on at the fact that he could actually see their nipples sticking out.
'I'd like to be sucking on some of those ripe babies just about now,' he thought to himself.
Without giving it some thought, T-Can faced his African opponent and got into the ring. T-Can and Zuhri stood there eyeing and sizing each other up. The bell rang as both men charged towards each other.
Zuhri threw two left jabs and a right cross right at T-Can, who quickly backed away to avoid the attacks. But, T-Can ducked to avoid the spinning hook kick that followed right after those punching attacks.
T-Can used this opportunity to do a downward shoot grabbing Zuhri's leg and charging forward for a tackle. He had hoped to take Zuhri to the ground and grapplie with the Ugandan soldier.
"Ack," Zuhri went.
T-Can grabbed the ankle and attempted to secure a painful ankle lock. But Zuhri smacked T-Can across the face with a powerful enziguri with the other foot.
"Fuck..." T-Can mumbled as he rolled to the side before getting to his feet.
Both fighters went at each other again. T-Can threw a barrage of punches while Zuhri quickly blocked them. Zuhri got on the offensive as he threw a barrage of kicks that T-Can managed to block. Having a few sips of that Remy Red had made T-Can a bit slower.
"You shouldn't have drank, my friend," Zuhri said as he knocked T-Can back with a back thrust kick.
"Uggggghhhh," T-Can went as he stumbled back into the ropes. He bounced off the ropes and stumbled towards Zuhri.
"You should try this when sober," Zuhri added.
"Kutabacchimae-" T-Can replied as he waved his hand at Zuhri and sending a wave of white flames at him.
"Damn!" Zuhri exclaimed as he quickly backflipped away from the projectile. Upon landing, Zuhri placed both his palms together shouting, "Hadouken!!!" He sent a white fireball that cancelled out T-Can's projectile.
"You were saying?" T-Can sarcastically asked as he got close enought to Zuhri.
The young Vietnamese fighter smacked Zuhri around with a sequence of left jabs and right crosses. He then managed to grab Zuhri by the arm. T-Can spun Zuhri into an Irish-whip into the ropes.
"This is my house!" T-Can exclaimed to his opponent.
T-Can charged at Zuhri, who bounced off the ropes. Getting close, T-Can executed a spinning heel kick that sent Zuhri to the ground. Upon hitting the mat, Zuhri spun around in a breakdance back to his feet.
Zuhri threw a powerful spin kick to the mid-section. At the same time, T- Can rolled forward to avoid the kick. Zuhri quickly turned around to face his opponent. T-Can bounced off the ropes and ran towards Zuhri again.
Both fighters charged at each other and took to the air. T-Can executed a missile drop kick while Zuhri executed a flying side kick. They both missed each other by an inch and landed on opposite sides of the ring.
"Damn!" exclaimed both of them.
The two of them faced each other and ran forward again. This time T-Can sent Zuhri stumbling back with a flying back kick to the solar plexus area. Zuhri bounced off the ropes and stumbled towards T-Can only to be send to the ground by a spinning crescent kick.
With Zuhri down, T-Can climbed up and got on the turn buckle of the ring. He had to find his balance. Being buzzed off the Remy Red didn't help one bit. T-Can launched himself from the turnbuckle and attempted a shooting star press on Zuhri.
Zuhri quickly moved out of the way as T-Can impacted with the hard mat. T- Can's face bounced off the mat and forced him to lay down in pain.
"Uggggghhhhhh..." T-Can went a big disoriented and shaken up.
Zuhri stood there and waited for T-Can to get up. T-Can's head was ringing loudly. Slowly, T-Can pushed himself up to his feet. He faced Zuhri and put his guard up again. The two fighters approached each other again.
T-Can was really impaired now. His attacks were much more sluggish than ever. Zuhri still maintained his speed. The Ugandan soldier was having a field day with T-Can with his punches and kicks.
"Hadouken!" Zuhri went hitting T-Can in the chest with a fireball.
"Uggghhhh..." T-Can went, falling to his knees.
"I think I have this match won," Zuhri said slowly approaching T-Can.
"The hell you do," T-Can said as he quickly rose to his feet and knocked Zuhri down with a running clothesline.
With Zuhri down, T-Can took his chance. Grabbing both legs, T-Can placed Zuhri in a figure-4 leg lock.
"Aiyeeeeeee..." Zuhri went as he quickly grabbed onto the bottom rope.
T-Can was forced to let go of the hold. Both fighters got back up to their feet. The two of them approached each other to give each other pretty hard hits. T-Can smacked Zuhri in the chest with five roundhouse kicks and then in the face with an elbow uppercut.
Zuhri broke the combo as he thrusted his knee forward hitting T-Can in the gut. In retaliation, T-Can grabbed the waist of Zuhri and tossed him to the other side of the mat. With Zuhri on the ground, T-Can got close and attempted a reverse ankle lock.
Zuhri kicked free from T-Can's grip and rolled forward to get away. T-Can stepped back and recovered from Zuhri's kick to the mouth. The two fighters rushed at each other again with T-Can knocking Zuhru down with a spinning hook kick.
Without wasting time, T-Can got on the ropes and leaped off nailing Zuhri's chest with a well placed asai moonsault. With Zuhri down on the mat, T-Can kneeled down and went for the pin. The referee counted as Zuhri kicked out at two.
T-Can popped his neck and smiled some. This fight was far from over, he felt. He stepped back and leaned against the ropes and waited for the Ugandan soldier to get back to his feet. Instead of getting back up to his feet, Zuhri quickly rolled forward at T-Can.
"What the fuck?!" yelled an astonished T-Can.
"Rising Dragon!" Zuhri yelled as he nailed T-Can with a rising flame uppercut.
"Fuck!" T-Can yelled as he felt the fist get planted into his gut.
Quickly, T-Can rolled to the ground while holding his gut in to get rid of the flames. He didn't want his clothes getting burned.
T-Can spun around and sweeped Zuhri down to the mat with both legs. But, Zuhri quickly leaped back to his feet a second after. T-Can rolled back to his feet. The two men smiled at each other while the loud and upbeat music played in the background.
"You sure know how to pick your music," Zuhri said.
"Yeah... Keeps me in the rhythm," T-Can said.
"Let's carry on," Zuhri said as he gestured for T-Can to come at him.
"Right at ya..." T-Can replied.
T-Can charged forward and did a forward roll. Getting close enough to his opponent, T-Can was ready to unleash another one of his moves. "Feel my Dinalli Riddim," he added as he executed four fluid Capieora style kicks to Zuhri's right leg and smacked him in the head with a handstand spin kick.
"Umph..." Zuhri went as he stumbled back. He got on one knee and massaged the other knee the best he could. T-Can just stood there waiting for Zuhri to get back up. He turned his back to Zuhri and climbed up the apron to rally up the audience.
The crowd was cheering loud after this display of combat. This is one of the main attractions for Club Ethyx. People came here for the music, the games, the drinks, the tits 'n' ass, and the fight scene. It took T-Can about two years to get the club up and running. He managed to keep all the gangs, criminals, and dealers from entering the club.
T-Can moonsaulted off the apron and landed on the mat. He turned around to see Zuhri standing there. The two kept their eyes trained on each other.
Zuhri threw a straight punch that T-Can smacked away with his left hand and countered by nailing him in the gut with a Muay Thai knee strike. This caused to Zuhri to hold his gut in place. T-Can capitalized as he threw roundhouse kicks with his shins to Zuhri's knees.
There was more. T-Can threw elbow strikes to Zuhri's face and then followed up with a spinning back fist. Zuhri stumbled back as T-Can threw left jabs and right crosses to the face area.
"Umph! Omph! Ugggghhh..." Zuhri went as he got smacked around by T-Can.
'Got to make a move,' Zuhri thought to himself. He threw a side thrust kick to T-Can's chest causing him to stumble back some. It was Zuhri's time to capitalize.
"I got you now," Zuhri went as he threw a spin kick, spinning hook kick, spinning crescent kick, and a spinning roundhouse kick combo to T-Can. He grabbed T-Can by the shirt and tossed him to the other side.
Zuhri fell back and elbowed T-Can in the upper chest area and rose back up. T-Can rolled back and got on one knee to recover fromt he attack. He could see the Ugandan soldier made a dash to the left and jump on the top rope.
"What the...oh shit..." T-Can said under his breath.
He saw Zuhri spring off the top rope and go right at T-Can. Immediately, T- Can laid back on the mat as Zuhri threw a powerful reverse spin kick in the air. A move like that would easily knock T-Can out for the rest of the match.
'Gotta take advantage of the situation," he thought to himself.
As Zuhri missed, T-Can quickly shot both legs in the air and struck him in the gut. The force of the kick sent Zuhri back a few feet causing him to hit the mat. T-Can slowly got up to his feet and dusted himself off.
He reached for a bottle of Skyy Blue from a nearby waitress. T-Can quickly chugged down the bottle out of thirst. But this would only dehydrate T- Can. Still, the man didn't really give a fuck. He then ran at Zuhri, who slowly got up.
Zuhri saw T-Can get close to him. But he couldn't do anything as T-Can knocked him to the mat with a running enziguri. The Ugandan stumbled into the corner and leaned back against it. T-Can rallied up the crowd for another move.
"Time to drop a C-Note," T-Can said in a cool and calm voice.
He charged at Zurhi and executed three axial flips. Following up, T-Can somersaulted and spun his body in a corkscrew and speared Zuhri downward before landing. This really knocked the wind out of Zurhi.
"Ugggggghhhhhhh..." went a really dazed Zuhri.
T-Can threw Zuhri back into the corner and pummeled the gut area with very fast punches. He then smacked Zuhri across the face with a double spinning backfist. There was more to be done as T-Can threw seven front snap kicks to the solar plexus area and then three roundhouse kicks to the face area.
To show off even more, T-Can threw a jump back kick to the gut area of Zuhri. Zuhri was groaning from the pain.
"Brotha Please..." T-Can went as he threw a left hook, a spinning back fist with the right fist, and then a corkscrew uppercut to the chin of Zuhri. The force of it caused Zuhri to fly up into the air several feet before crashing on the mat.
T-Can dashed forward and did a somersault body drop on the downed Zuhri, who brought his knees up to block the attack. Immediately, T-Can bounced off and landed on the mat next to Zuhri. The two fighters were recovering from the beatings they gave each other. Their bodies were sweating.
Slowly both men got to their feet and stumbled to opposite sides of the ring. The held tightly against the ropes for leverage. Both T-Can and Zuhri faced each other as they staggered in each other's direction.
"This is what I call Bling-Blingin'" T-Can said as he threw four-kick Tae Kwon Do style combo dealing Zuhri for more pain.
"Koome-Kyaku!" Zuhri went as he did a Capieora style kick and took to the air. It was like a Capieora style version of a Senpuu Tatsumaki Kyaku attack that Ryu Hoshi and Ken Masters were known for.
"Damn!" T-Can went as he fell to the ropes.
Zuhri approached as T-Can grabbed him and set him up for a flap-jack slam onto the corner of the ring. The man's head bounced off as T-Can quickly wrapped his arms around the neck area to apply the dragon sleeper choke.
"Just go to sleep..." T-Can said in a weakened state.
T-Can's grip wasn't as strong due to the alcohol still in his system. He released the hold and stumbled back. Zuhri turned around and placed both palms together to push his opponent back.
"I knew I shouldn't have drank..." he said as Zuhri approached.
"I told you that alcohol would do something," Zuhri said as he threw a barrage of fiery punches to the chest of T-Can.
"Kutabacchimae," T-Can said as he stumbled back and got Zuhri with a wave of white flames. "You know what? All Debts are Paid in Full..." he added as he threw a barrage of Kutabacchimaes at his opponent.
Zuhri fell to the mat and laid there as T-Can fell face down. The two of them were out. Referee counted to 10. Both fighters were carried out.
About an hour later, both T-Can and Zuhri were at a booth sharing a few drinks and having a good laugh. They were bandaged up after the fight. This would be something that both fighters would feel for the next few days.
"Yeah, this club was simply an idea whipped up by me and some of my friends," T-Can said.
"I'm impressed," replied Zuhri.
"Spent a good year doing research. Went from club to club taking notes," he replied.
Chicago
"Please! Let me go!!!" pleaded a man in a wheelchair. He was being thrashed by a dark and mysterious individual. The individual had a dark and sinister aura surrounding him.
"Let you go? I think not..." said the person with a thick Russian accent.
The man in the wheelchair tried to get away. But the man teleported right in front of him. He had a sinister smile on his face. His eyes glowed bloody red.
"You so called 'handicapped' people are scum of the earth... You all plague this world with your disgusting and vile weaknesses. This world belongs to the strong. You people are weak. The weak have no place living amongst the strong..." he said as he gave a powerful back thrust kick to the man's chest.
"Uggghhh..." went the man in the wheelchair.
"Your weakness pollutes the earth! The weak should be killed as seen fit by the strong. As I'm doing. I'm going to kill you as I see fit."
It was a very quiet subway. Nobody was around. The man known as Xen Aleksandrov was brutally torturing the man simply because he was in a wheelchair. Xen was beyond sociopathic. He enjoyed it, too.
Xen pushed the man into a stone column forcing him off the wheelchair. The man was taking a severe beating.
"I'm going to have my fun with you first," Xen said as he picked him up by the shirt and threw him against the tile wall. The tiles broke off as the handicapped man crashed into it. Xen teleported right in front and proceeded to kick him in the chest repeatedly.
Xen picked him up and tossed him upwards into the air. Before hitting the ground, Xen threw a jump back kick sending him flying into a column. The back of the man's head was bleeding. Xen grabbed the man and pinned him against the column. With his free hand, Xen threw a barrage of violent punches to the man's face.
He then placed the man back on to the wheelchair. Xen had an evil smirk. "I'm sending you to Hell. Where all the weak people like you deserve to go..." A light at the end of the dark tunnel became larger and larger. The subway car was approaching.
"Please, don't! I have a wife and kids!!!" pleaded the man.
"Hah! They're better off not having a weak parent like you..." Xen said as he kicked the wheelchair forward. Both the man and the wheelchair fell to the train tracks. Xen walked away as the oncoming subway came and rammed the man in the wheelchair further deep into the dark tunnel.
"There are plenty more weaklings to go..." Xen said to himself.
A few hours have passed as the authorities sealed off the grizzly crime scene. The wheelchair was mangled up and the body was disfigured. One leg was missing from the body. This was a very disturbing murder scene.
Two FBI agents arrived on the scene. They were called in after spotting a written message from Xen.
"Agents Storm and Salvo," said one of the agents.
"Morning..." said Mason Storm. It was around three in the morning. Mason Storm had to wake up and take the earliest flight to Chicago. He was pretty groggy. He was dressed in black dress pants, and a red short- sleeved shirt.
His baton was by the waist area. This baton had been with Mason through many fights. Mason wore his badge around like a necklace. He was holding a double shot of Expresso from the Starbucks at the airport.
Mason's hair was pretty sloppy. But the white streaks were visible in his jet black hair. He was still trying to keep himself awake and alert.
Next to him was an older African-American man, who was the same height as Mason Storm. His name was Robert Salvo. He would be the senior agent in this investigation. He stood there dressed in a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black dress pants, black gloves, and a black tie.
Salvo had a military style haircut. He was in the United States Navy as a SEAL before leaving and joining the FBI. The two men read the note that Xen had left behind.
"This is just the start. All those weak bastards all deserve to die... He deserved to die simply because he was in a wheelchair. To me, he was deemed useless and a waste of space. All weaklings like him deserve to die... I leave this as a message to rest of the weak and defenseless. They have what is coming to them. I'm going to enjoy torturing and slaughtering every one of them...
Xen..."
"I've dealt with major villains. But, this sick bastard takes the cake," Mason Storm said with a very angry tone.
"I hear ya..." replied Salvo. Mason looked away from the grizzly crime scene. Even Bison wouldn't do something that heinous.
"C'mon... Let's get some rest, going to be a very long investigation," said Salvo.
"Yeah..." replied Mason, who gripped his baton. Sparks of electricity fizzled out from the baton as they soon died down.
"Don't worry, we'll get that bastard," Salvo said.
"I hope so," Mason said in reply.
Who could do something like that to defenseless people, he asked himself. Mason felt like he was going to vomit at the sight. But, it enraged him as well. One thing he couldn't or wouldn't stand for was letting people do bad things to the weak and defenseless.
T-Can
Age- 22
Nationality- American born Vietnamese. 1/8th Chinese
Fighting Style- Mixed Fighting Style consisting of experience in Tae Kwon Do, Nin-Jitsu, Boxing, Muay Thai, Capieora, Technical/Submission Wrestling, Judo, Brazilian & Japanese Jiu-Jitsu, Judo, Aikido, Special Forces, Street Fighting, Japanese Shootfighting, Vale Tudo, Western Kickboxing, Lucha Libre, and Wado-Ryu Karate. Also has experience with swords, numchukus, firearms, and explosives.
Occupation- Young Entrepreneur and College Student
Height- 6'
Weight- 220 lbs.
Special Moves-
Kutabacchimae (Translates into Fuck You!)- T-Can waves his hand at his opponent and shoots out a wave of white flames.
Brotha Please'- T-Can throws a left hook, followed by a spinning back fist, and a rising corkscrew uppercut.
Dinalli Riddim- T-Can executes four Capieora style kicks and does a spin kick while doing a handstand.
Machine Gun Kick- T-Can executes a series of low, mid, and high roundhouse kicks like a machine gun.
Bling-Blingin'- T-Can executes four Tae Kwon Do style kicks.
Remy Red- T-Can does a spinning kick combo with his legs covered in cherry red flames.
Youz a Hoe!- A powerfully charged up back hand.
Ghost Ridah- T-Can jumps on his opponent wrapping the legs around the neck area. He hammers his fist into the person's skull.
Get Fucked Up- T-Can does a flying scissors take down slamming the opponent on his/her head.
Ill Thrilla- T-Can spears his opponent to the ground. Can be followed up by punching his opponent repeatedly.
Flash Bangin- T-Can creates a barrier of energy that acts as a shield. Can cancel out projectiles.
C-Note- T-Can does three axial flips, followed by a corkscrew somersault, spears his opponent upon landing.
Tequila Hangover- T-Can does a devastating Tornado DDT to his opponent.
w/Sword
Throw 'Dem Bows- T-Can does four X-slashes to his opponent.
Killin' Fields- T-Can stabs at his opponent repeatedly.
G-Ride- T-Can does a corkscrew somersault and then follows up with a powerful downward slash.
Choppin' it up- T-Can talks trash as he does a spinning slash with a trail of energy that forms a ring.
5-1-5-0- T-Can slashes upwards and then down creating a spile of energy. Can go low, mid, or high.
Rock The Party- T-Can dashes forward and executes three slashes.
Drink Bicardi- Follows up after Rock The Party- T-Can does a powerful downward slash.
Super Moves-
Paid In Full- T-Can says ,"all debts are 'Paid In Full', as he throws a barrage of Kutabacchimae (Fuck You!) attacks. Follows up with a rising uppercut as he says, "muthafucka."
Ryde Or Die Motherfucker!!!- T-Can jumps on top of his opponent, wraps his legs around the neck area. He spins around with his opponent and takes to the air. Executes a flying scissors take down before landing.
All About the Benjamins- With his grounded opponent laying on his back, T- Can rolls forward into a front flip. Plants the top of his head upon the opponent's gut before getting to the other side. Repeates the process six times.
Ante Up!!!- T-Can dashes forward and throws a barrage of devastating palm strikes.
w/Sword
Sweet Science- T-Can spins around in circles while slashing the sword in many different directions. Becomes surrounded in white flames.
Dead Presidents- T-Can slashes forward 20 times as he shoots a long column of flames each time.
Parental Advisory- T-Can creates blades of energy that surround him. They go all wild and start attacking his opponent.
He's an accomplished businessman at an early age. Started his fortune by building an upscale nightclub at a town he used to live at known as 'Club Ethyx'. Turned out to be a blast generating a huge amount of gross income. T-Can used his profits to expand his nightclub to many parts of the United States and eventually overseas. Published a few books on his experience through Army basic training and that as a former substitute teacher. He's also a highly skilled journalist, writer, artist, and photographer. A 'jack of all trades'. Started a video game company and custom automobile shop down in Miami. But has some bad habits that would probably hurt him in the future. T-Can is a heavy drinker of alcohol. Stress from his former job as a substitute teacher caused him to resort to alcoholism. He's pretty dense at times. Workaholic about 3/4 of the time. Pretty boastful at times when around his friends. Around other, he keeps to himself. He's thinks like a brash, impulsive, and reckless child at times. Would even put his whole body on the line just to please fans.
Xen Aleksandrov
Age: Unknown
Nationality: Cossack, Russia
Fighting Style: A very violent, dangerous, and self-destructive form of Antsatsuken. Rivals that of Akuma. Gives Xen the "evil intent" alongside the "killing intent".
Occupation: Serial rapist. Has his kicks from brutally torturing and killing the weak and defenseless.
Height- 6'4
Weight- 264 lbs.
Special Moves-
Hadouken- An amplified version of the Hadouken. Travels twice as fast.
Hammer Smash- Xen does an axial flip and does a downward double heel drop on the opponent's head.
Spin Sickle- Xen does a spinning uppercut as a trail of energy engulfs the arm and creates a sickle of energy.
Hail Hurricane- Xen does a Hurricane Kick but causes debris to fly around and hit his opponent.
Terra Breaker- Xen punches the ground as a barrier of energy surrounds him.
Shoryuken- Destructive dragon punch.
Teleport- Self-explanatory.
Super Moves-
Bloodthirst- Xen creates blades of energy and slashes his opponent. Once his opponent is weakened, Xen drinks his/her blood.
Shungokusatsu- Self-explanatory.
Not much is known about Xen. His age is unknown. However, Xen is beyond the mental state of being a full-blown sociopath. He entertains himself in many Hellish ways. Some including, raping, torturing, and murdering of young women and prostitutes. Xen mainly gets his kicks from brutally torturing and killing the weak and defenseless. Ranges from kids, old people, and handicapped/disabled. He's a complete zealot who thinks that the weak deserved to be killed by the strong. Xen is hunted by numerous world governments, organizations, and street fighters. He has no conscious. His soul is tainted with hate and complete evil.
Club Ethyx, Miami
12:46 AM
A certain number of people gathered on the rooftop of the nightclub's third floor. This was a special fight night going on. There was a fighting ring on the rooftop. It was mainly used for special events or the occasional brawl in the club. This was a way to let pissed off patrons go at it with each other.
Cameras were placed all around the ring, which sent the signal to the TV screens placed all around the club. Especially the big 70" HDTV screen in the main room that played rap and hip-hop music. T-Can would always have music play during the fights. He felt that the music gives people the vibe and energy to fight in the ring.
Everybody in the club would be watching this fight go down...
Even T-Can fought in those rings several times. Fast and upbeat music boomed in the background. It really set the mood for the fight. Lights of different colors were placed around to give the area some atmosphere.
He was challenged by a young soldier in the Ugandan Special Forces. In the middle of the ring stood T-Can's opponent. The man was known as Zuhri Cebekhulu. Zuhri is one of Uganda's most elite soldiers. There have been stories of the young Lieutenant Cebekhulu. His fighting style consisted of both Shotokan Karate and Ugandan Special Forces Combat Tactics.
Zuhri stood there as calm as he could be. He was dressed in his usual attire that consisted of green fatigues, combat boots, and a red beret on his head. His sleeves were rolled up like he was ready to fight.
"I guess this is my cue," T-Can said as he stepped through the door leading to the rooftop.
As T-Can stepped through, he was met by a spot light, thick fog, and laser light effects. It was like being in the WWE. He did a little dance as he proceeded down the walkway to the ring. The patrons were cheering T-Can on. Waitresses had treys with bottles of beer and other sort of malt beverates. Other waitresses had drink shots on their trays.
T-Can stood there dressed in black baggy fit leather pants, black leather shoes, a short sleeved silk blue shirt that was untucked, a black leather cowboy hat, and crystal blue lensed shades. He looked pretty psyched up like the music and audience were giving him the energy he needed. T-Can got into the rhythm of the music as he approached the ring.
Getting close to the ring, he took his hat off and tossed it to the side. T-Can revealed himself to have really bright maroon colored hair. He grabbed an ice cold bottle of Remy Red from a nearby waitress. This was something that T-Can would always do before a match. It wasn't a wise thing to do, but T-Can did it anyway. Popping the top off, T-Can took several large sips before giving it back to the waitress.
T-Can took a few looks at the waitresses. They were wearing very short shorts. Plus, they had on very tight tanktops. He was turned on at the fact that he could actually see their nipples sticking out.
'I'd like to be sucking on some of those ripe babies just about now,' he thought to himself.
Without giving it some thought, T-Can faced his African opponent and got into the ring. T-Can and Zuhri stood there eyeing and sizing each other up. The bell rang as both men charged towards each other.
Zuhri threw two left jabs and a right cross right at T-Can, who quickly backed away to avoid the attacks. But, T-Can ducked to avoid the spinning hook kick that followed right after those punching attacks.
T-Can used this opportunity to do a downward shoot grabbing Zuhri's leg and charging forward for a tackle. He had hoped to take Zuhri to the ground and grapplie with the Ugandan soldier.
"Ack," Zuhri went.
T-Can grabbed the ankle and attempted to secure a painful ankle lock. But Zuhri smacked T-Can across the face with a powerful enziguri with the other foot.
"Fuck..." T-Can mumbled as he rolled to the side before getting to his feet.
Both fighters went at each other again. T-Can threw a barrage of punches while Zuhri quickly blocked them. Zuhri got on the offensive as he threw a barrage of kicks that T-Can managed to block. Having a few sips of that Remy Red had made T-Can a bit slower.
"You shouldn't have drank, my friend," Zuhri said as he knocked T-Can back with a back thrust kick.
"Uggggghhhh," T-Can went as he stumbled back into the ropes. He bounced off the ropes and stumbled towards Zuhri.
"You should try this when sober," Zuhri added.
"Kutabacchimae-" T-Can replied as he waved his hand at Zuhri and sending a wave of white flames at him.
"Damn!" Zuhri exclaimed as he quickly backflipped away from the projectile. Upon landing, Zuhri placed both his palms together shouting, "Hadouken!!!" He sent a white fireball that cancelled out T-Can's projectile.
"You were saying?" T-Can sarcastically asked as he got close enought to Zuhri.
The young Vietnamese fighter smacked Zuhri around with a sequence of left jabs and right crosses. He then managed to grab Zuhri by the arm. T-Can spun Zuhri into an Irish-whip into the ropes.
"This is my house!" T-Can exclaimed to his opponent.
T-Can charged at Zuhri, who bounced off the ropes. Getting close, T-Can executed a spinning heel kick that sent Zuhri to the ground. Upon hitting the mat, Zuhri spun around in a breakdance back to his feet.
Zuhri threw a powerful spin kick to the mid-section. At the same time, T- Can rolled forward to avoid the kick. Zuhri quickly turned around to face his opponent. T-Can bounced off the ropes and ran towards Zuhri again.
Both fighters charged at each other and took to the air. T-Can executed a missile drop kick while Zuhri executed a flying side kick. They both missed each other by an inch and landed on opposite sides of the ring.
"Damn!" exclaimed both of them.
The two of them faced each other and ran forward again. This time T-Can sent Zuhri stumbling back with a flying back kick to the solar plexus area. Zuhri bounced off the ropes and stumbled towards T-Can only to be send to the ground by a spinning crescent kick.
With Zuhri down, T-Can climbed up and got on the turn buckle of the ring. He had to find his balance. Being buzzed off the Remy Red didn't help one bit. T-Can launched himself from the turnbuckle and attempted a shooting star press on Zuhri.
Zuhri quickly moved out of the way as T-Can impacted with the hard mat. T- Can's face bounced off the mat and forced him to lay down in pain.
"Uggggghhhhhh..." T-Can went a big disoriented and shaken up.
Zuhri stood there and waited for T-Can to get up. T-Can's head was ringing loudly. Slowly, T-Can pushed himself up to his feet. He faced Zuhri and put his guard up again. The two fighters approached each other again.
T-Can was really impaired now. His attacks were much more sluggish than ever. Zuhri still maintained his speed. The Ugandan soldier was having a field day with T-Can with his punches and kicks.
"Hadouken!" Zuhri went hitting T-Can in the chest with a fireball.
"Uggghhhh..." T-Can went, falling to his knees.
"I think I have this match won," Zuhri said slowly approaching T-Can.
"The hell you do," T-Can said as he quickly rose to his feet and knocked Zuhri down with a running clothesline.
With Zuhri down, T-Can took his chance. Grabbing both legs, T-Can placed Zuhri in a figure-4 leg lock.
"Aiyeeeeeee..." Zuhri went as he quickly grabbed onto the bottom rope.
T-Can was forced to let go of the hold. Both fighters got back up to their feet. The two of them approached each other to give each other pretty hard hits. T-Can smacked Zuhri in the chest with five roundhouse kicks and then in the face with an elbow uppercut.
Zuhri broke the combo as he thrusted his knee forward hitting T-Can in the gut. In retaliation, T-Can grabbed the waist of Zuhri and tossed him to the other side of the mat. With Zuhri on the ground, T-Can got close and attempted a reverse ankle lock.
Zuhri kicked free from T-Can's grip and rolled forward to get away. T-Can stepped back and recovered from Zuhri's kick to the mouth. The two fighters rushed at each other again with T-Can knocking Zuhru down with a spinning hook kick.
Without wasting time, T-Can got on the ropes and leaped off nailing Zuhri's chest with a well placed asai moonsault. With Zuhri down on the mat, T-Can kneeled down and went for the pin. The referee counted as Zuhri kicked out at two.
T-Can popped his neck and smiled some. This fight was far from over, he felt. He stepped back and leaned against the ropes and waited for the Ugandan soldier to get back to his feet. Instead of getting back up to his feet, Zuhri quickly rolled forward at T-Can.
"What the fuck?!" yelled an astonished T-Can.
"Rising Dragon!" Zuhri yelled as he nailed T-Can with a rising flame uppercut.
"Fuck!" T-Can yelled as he felt the fist get planted into his gut.
Quickly, T-Can rolled to the ground while holding his gut in to get rid of the flames. He didn't want his clothes getting burned.
T-Can spun around and sweeped Zuhri down to the mat with both legs. But, Zuhri quickly leaped back to his feet a second after. T-Can rolled back to his feet. The two men smiled at each other while the loud and upbeat music played in the background.
"You sure know how to pick your music," Zuhri said.
"Yeah... Keeps me in the rhythm," T-Can said.
"Let's carry on," Zuhri said as he gestured for T-Can to come at him.
"Right at ya..." T-Can replied.
T-Can charged forward and did a forward roll. Getting close enough to his opponent, T-Can was ready to unleash another one of his moves. "Feel my Dinalli Riddim," he added as he executed four fluid Capieora style kicks to Zuhri's right leg and smacked him in the head with a handstand spin kick.
"Umph..." Zuhri went as he stumbled back. He got on one knee and massaged the other knee the best he could. T-Can just stood there waiting for Zuhri to get back up. He turned his back to Zuhri and climbed up the apron to rally up the audience.
The crowd was cheering loud after this display of combat. This is one of the main attractions for Club Ethyx. People came here for the music, the games, the drinks, the tits 'n' ass, and the fight scene. It took T-Can about two years to get the club up and running. He managed to keep all the gangs, criminals, and dealers from entering the club.
T-Can moonsaulted off the apron and landed on the mat. He turned around to see Zuhri standing there. The two kept their eyes trained on each other.
Zuhri threw a straight punch that T-Can smacked away with his left hand and countered by nailing him in the gut with a Muay Thai knee strike. This caused to Zuhri to hold his gut in place. T-Can capitalized as he threw roundhouse kicks with his shins to Zuhri's knees.
There was more. T-Can threw elbow strikes to Zuhri's face and then followed up with a spinning back fist. Zuhri stumbled back as T-Can threw left jabs and right crosses to the face area.
"Umph! Omph! Ugggghhh..." Zuhri went as he got smacked around by T-Can.
'Got to make a move,' Zuhri thought to himself. He threw a side thrust kick to T-Can's chest causing him to stumble back some. It was Zuhri's time to capitalize.
"I got you now," Zuhri went as he threw a spin kick, spinning hook kick, spinning crescent kick, and a spinning roundhouse kick combo to T-Can. He grabbed T-Can by the shirt and tossed him to the other side.
Zuhri fell back and elbowed T-Can in the upper chest area and rose back up. T-Can rolled back and got on one knee to recover fromt he attack. He could see the Ugandan soldier made a dash to the left and jump on the top rope.
"What the...oh shit..." T-Can said under his breath.
He saw Zuhri spring off the top rope and go right at T-Can. Immediately, T- Can laid back on the mat as Zuhri threw a powerful reverse spin kick in the air. A move like that would easily knock T-Can out for the rest of the match.
'Gotta take advantage of the situation," he thought to himself.
As Zuhri missed, T-Can quickly shot both legs in the air and struck him in the gut. The force of the kick sent Zuhri back a few feet causing him to hit the mat. T-Can slowly got up to his feet and dusted himself off.
He reached for a bottle of Skyy Blue from a nearby waitress. T-Can quickly chugged down the bottle out of thirst. But this would only dehydrate T- Can. Still, the man didn't really give a fuck. He then ran at Zuhri, who slowly got up.
Zuhri saw T-Can get close to him. But he couldn't do anything as T-Can knocked him to the mat with a running enziguri. The Ugandan stumbled into the corner and leaned back against it. T-Can rallied up the crowd for another move.
"Time to drop a C-Note," T-Can said in a cool and calm voice.
He charged at Zurhi and executed three axial flips. Following up, T-Can somersaulted and spun his body in a corkscrew and speared Zuhri downward before landing. This really knocked the wind out of Zurhi.
"Ugggggghhhhhhh..." went a really dazed Zuhri.
T-Can threw Zuhri back into the corner and pummeled the gut area with very fast punches. He then smacked Zuhri across the face with a double spinning backfist. There was more to be done as T-Can threw seven front snap kicks to the solar plexus area and then three roundhouse kicks to the face area.
To show off even more, T-Can threw a jump back kick to the gut area of Zuhri. Zuhri was groaning from the pain.
"Brotha Please..." T-Can went as he threw a left hook, a spinning back fist with the right fist, and then a corkscrew uppercut to the chin of Zuhri. The force of it caused Zuhri to fly up into the air several feet before crashing on the mat.
T-Can dashed forward and did a somersault body drop on the downed Zuhri, who brought his knees up to block the attack. Immediately, T-Can bounced off and landed on the mat next to Zuhri. The two fighters were recovering from the beatings they gave each other. Their bodies were sweating.
Slowly both men got to their feet and stumbled to opposite sides of the ring. The held tightly against the ropes for leverage. Both T-Can and Zuhri faced each other as they staggered in each other's direction.
"This is what I call Bling-Blingin'" T-Can said as he threw four-kick Tae Kwon Do style combo dealing Zuhri for more pain.
"Koome-Kyaku!" Zuhri went as he did a Capieora style kick and took to the air. It was like a Capieora style version of a Senpuu Tatsumaki Kyaku attack that Ryu Hoshi and Ken Masters were known for.
"Damn!" T-Can went as he fell to the ropes.
Zuhri approached as T-Can grabbed him and set him up for a flap-jack slam onto the corner of the ring. The man's head bounced off as T-Can quickly wrapped his arms around the neck area to apply the dragon sleeper choke.
"Just go to sleep..." T-Can said in a weakened state.
T-Can's grip wasn't as strong due to the alcohol still in his system. He released the hold and stumbled back. Zuhri turned around and placed both palms together to push his opponent back.
"I knew I shouldn't have drank..." he said as Zuhri approached.
"I told you that alcohol would do something," Zuhri said as he threw a barrage of fiery punches to the chest of T-Can.
"Kutabacchimae," T-Can said as he stumbled back and got Zuhri with a wave of white flames. "You know what? All Debts are Paid in Full..." he added as he threw a barrage of Kutabacchimaes at his opponent.
Zuhri fell to the mat and laid there as T-Can fell face down. The two of them were out. Referee counted to 10. Both fighters were carried out.
About an hour later, both T-Can and Zuhri were at a booth sharing a few drinks and having a good laugh. They were bandaged up after the fight. This would be something that both fighters would feel for the next few days.
"Yeah, this club was simply an idea whipped up by me and some of my friends," T-Can said.
"I'm impressed," replied Zuhri.
"Spent a good year doing research. Went from club to club taking notes," he replied.
Chicago
"Please! Let me go!!!" pleaded a man in a wheelchair. He was being thrashed by a dark and mysterious individual. The individual had a dark and sinister aura surrounding him.
"Let you go? I think not..." said the person with a thick Russian accent.
The man in the wheelchair tried to get away. But the man teleported right in front of him. He had a sinister smile on his face. His eyes glowed bloody red.
"You so called 'handicapped' people are scum of the earth... You all plague this world with your disgusting and vile weaknesses. This world belongs to the strong. You people are weak. The weak have no place living amongst the strong..." he said as he gave a powerful back thrust kick to the man's chest.
"Uggghhh..." went the man in the wheelchair.
"Your weakness pollutes the earth! The weak should be killed as seen fit by the strong. As I'm doing. I'm going to kill you as I see fit."
It was a very quiet subway. Nobody was around. The man known as Xen Aleksandrov was brutally torturing the man simply because he was in a wheelchair. Xen was beyond sociopathic. He enjoyed it, too.
Xen pushed the man into a stone column forcing him off the wheelchair. The man was taking a severe beating.
"I'm going to have my fun with you first," Xen said as he picked him up by the shirt and threw him against the tile wall. The tiles broke off as the handicapped man crashed into it. Xen teleported right in front and proceeded to kick him in the chest repeatedly.
Xen picked him up and tossed him upwards into the air. Before hitting the ground, Xen threw a jump back kick sending him flying into a column. The back of the man's head was bleeding. Xen grabbed the man and pinned him against the column. With his free hand, Xen threw a barrage of violent punches to the man's face.
He then placed the man back on to the wheelchair. Xen had an evil smirk. "I'm sending you to Hell. Where all the weak people like you deserve to go..." A light at the end of the dark tunnel became larger and larger. The subway car was approaching.
"Please, don't! I have a wife and kids!!!" pleaded the man.
"Hah! They're better off not having a weak parent like you..." Xen said as he kicked the wheelchair forward. Both the man and the wheelchair fell to the train tracks. Xen walked away as the oncoming subway came and rammed the man in the wheelchair further deep into the dark tunnel.
"There are plenty more weaklings to go..." Xen said to himself.
A few hours have passed as the authorities sealed off the grizzly crime scene. The wheelchair was mangled up and the body was disfigured. One leg was missing from the body. This was a very disturbing murder scene.
Two FBI agents arrived on the scene. They were called in after spotting a written message from Xen.
"Agents Storm and Salvo," said one of the agents.
"Morning..." said Mason Storm. It was around three in the morning. Mason Storm had to wake up and take the earliest flight to Chicago. He was pretty groggy. He was dressed in black dress pants, and a red short- sleeved shirt.
His baton was by the waist area. This baton had been with Mason through many fights. Mason wore his badge around like a necklace. He was holding a double shot of Expresso from the Starbucks at the airport.
Mason's hair was pretty sloppy. But the white streaks were visible in his jet black hair. He was still trying to keep himself awake and alert.
Next to him was an older African-American man, who was the same height as Mason Storm. His name was Robert Salvo. He would be the senior agent in this investigation. He stood there dressed in a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black dress pants, black gloves, and a black tie.
Salvo had a military style haircut. He was in the United States Navy as a SEAL before leaving and joining the FBI. The two men read the note that Xen had left behind.
"This is just the start. All those weak bastards all deserve to die... He deserved to die simply because he was in a wheelchair. To me, he was deemed useless and a waste of space. All weaklings like him deserve to die... I leave this as a message to rest of the weak and defenseless. They have what is coming to them. I'm going to enjoy torturing and slaughtering every one of them...
Xen..."
"I've dealt with major villains. But, this sick bastard takes the cake," Mason Storm said with a very angry tone.
"I hear ya..." replied Salvo. Mason looked away from the grizzly crime scene. Even Bison wouldn't do something that heinous.
"C'mon... Let's get some rest, going to be a very long investigation," said Salvo.
"Yeah..." replied Mason, who gripped his baton. Sparks of electricity fizzled out from the baton as they soon died down.
"Don't worry, we'll get that bastard," Salvo said.
"I hope so," Mason said in reply.
Who could do something like that to defenseless people, he asked himself. Mason felt like he was going to vomit at the sight. But, it enraged him as well. One thing he couldn't or wouldn't stand for was letting people do bad things to the weak and defenseless.