Instead of this being a direct redux for Operation: Terry Bogard Must Die, the story goes differently. The main character isn't going to start off as such a… such a… prick? I don't know, but I do know she was a total jerk in the beginning. She'll be making a return as the main character, but she's not a homicidal nut case. So that makes this OC centric.

It's done in a 101 themes format, so the story will progress using the themes in order. The theme will not be revealed until the end. Might make this start following the Garou:MotW story and what I think might come after that in the future- well, with the main character altering the story, I guess... Might include a KoF tournament to allude to other characters. Slight warning for language. There are some curses here and there.

Well, here goes nothing! Hopefully it's interesting!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Terry Bogard or Rock Howard- SNK Playmore does. Only Samantha Walker is mine.

Prompt One:

"I'm sorry… I won't be able to let you stay. My mom-"

"No, it's okay. You don't have to explain. I've got to go."

Beep beep boop boop beep…

"…"

"This is Emily! Sorry, I'm not able to come to phone right now, but if you leave your name and-"

Click!

"Dammit…"

A young woman bit her lip as she jammed her phone back into the pocket of her shorts. Her aqua iris' darted up towards the sky, noting it's dimming colors. Nightfall was coming, and fast. The girl let out a loud huff as she reached towards her duffle bag and brushed her sable hair out of her eyes. She started taking quick steps towards a seedy looking building and ducked inside, heading towards the elevator. She entered and pushed the button to the basement absent-mindedly several times. When she reached the stop, she weaved through the bodies of large men talking and flexing their muscles, reaching a wooden table that was severely damaged, one of the legs being held together by a cheap duct tape job. She cleared her throat, which caused the man at the other side who was organizing bets to look at her.

"Ah, Samantha, Dear! Good to see you! It's been a while, right? Need more cash again, eh?"

Samantha Walker gave a single nod. "Obviously, Jazz. Need to make enough to stay in a motel for the night. Got assed out from staying at friend's place tonight thanks to her mom's trip ending sooner than expected."

"You came to the right place then! You know no one ever plays their pot for you, so you know you'll get good money if you beat some ass out there, yeah?" Jazz grinned as he held a hand open. "Of course, you know the rules!"

"Yeah, yeah…" Samantha grumbled as she pulled her midriff sweater slightly away from her chest and rummaged briefly in her cleavage, pulling out a twenty dollar bill and tossing it on the table. "Contribute to the pot. Whatever. I'm going to go warm up now."

…

"And for the next match, The Tiger versus Sam!" The announcer yelled as he ducked out of the ring. A rather large man made his way into the ring, the floor bouncing with every step he made. The crowd roared and clapped loudly, the man raising his arms proudly. When Samantha stepped into the ring, the crowd laughed obnoxiously, jeering about the girl's appearance. She seemed so small next to the man, so they automatically pinned the fight as useless. Samantha rolled her eyes as she strode to her corner, expecting no less from the audience. It happened every time, she was used to it. "Idiots…" She quickly glanced among the crowd, and her eyes widened slightly as she caught what she thought was a familiar face. A blond hair, red eyed man looked between her and her opponent before he started talking to another taller, seemingly older blond. Samantha shook her head and dismissed it as a coincidence as she turned back to face her opponent across the ring.

"What's a little girl like you going to do, huh?" The Tiger bellowed as he gripped his abdomen, laughing. "Are you going to tickle me? Call me mean for hitting you? A little thing like you shouldn't even be here! Haha!"

Samantha quickly became irate as she cracked her knuckles, taking her fighting stance. "That's it. I'm not holding back. This one's getting his teeth knocked in…"

"Begin!" The MC called out as The Tiger lunged towards Samantha. Samantha, light on her feet, jumped back towards the corner of the ring and hopped over The Tigers head, flipping and giving the man a clear kick in the back of the head, causing him to smash against the padded corner.

The Tiger fell to the floor, covering his bloody nose, before rolling around onto his knees and looking at the girl in front of him. "You little Bitch! I was planning to go easy on you, but you just put me into a bad mood!"

"That's what they all say…" Samantha shrugged nonchalantly before going back to her fight stance. The Tiger ran towards her, aiming a punch, but Samantha dodged it quickly, getting in a sweep and knocking the man down to the floor before twisting her leg around and stomping on the guy's back a few times. She grabbed The Tiger's collar, lifting him from the floor, before unleashing a flurry of punches on his face. She then turned around and elbowed him, then twisted on a leg and kicked him, letting out an aero kinetic blast and sending the man flying, him flying over the ropes of the ring and crashing onto the floor with a loud thud.

The audience fell silent as The Tiger laid on the floor, not even budging. The MC came out from hiding and entered the ring, grabbing Samantha's wrist. "The winner… Sam!" He held her arm up in the air while the girl dully looked at the surprised crowd, none of them making even a peep.

Samantha lightly tugged out of the MC's hold as she jumped from the ring to the concrete floor, walking slowly to collect her money and find a decent motel to rest a few hours. "Maybe one day, they'll realize more than half of these competitors are chumps… If they do, that'll make me less cash though…"

…

As Samantha walked away from the seedy building, gripping her stomach as it growled loudly, a man wrapped his arm around her neck and he pulled her wrists together, lifting her slightly from the ground. "What the hell gives?!" The young woman began kicking her legs rapidly to break free.

"As if, bitch. You made our man Tiger look ridiculous out there." Another man said as he clapped his fist into an open palm. "So you're gonna pay for that dearly." The man winded his arm back before crashing a fist roughly against the girl's abdomen. Samantha let out a rough gasp as she tried to breath harshly, but wasn't given enough time as the man landed two rough punches across her face, causing her lip to draw blood. Samantha's vision began to blur as the other guy tossed her to the ground and fished for the money in her pockets.

Samantha weakly lifted an arm to try to stop them. "N-no… I… I need…"

"Ah, Shut it!" Both men kicked her stomach and legs multiple times while letting out rounds of laughter.

"Hey! What the hell do you guys think you're doing?!" Samantha heard footsteps approaching as her body shuddered from the pain, grateful that the men stopped attacking her.

"What the hell do you two blondies think you can do?!" The men looked between each other, pointing at the two men across from them and making ridiculous faces.

The older blond with longer hair looked at the younger, slightly shorter one, giving him a grin. "What do you say we show him what we can do, eh, Rookie?"

"You don't need to tell me twice." The younger blond quickly dashed towards the man who dealt most of the damage to Samantha, leaping and slamming a palm covered in chi against the side of his face, the man going down quickly. He recovered, aiming a fist towards the blond, but the blond quickly countered, slamming the gangster against the floor roughly.

The older blond slowly approached the other man, before pointing. "You're gonna regret doing that to a girl!"

The man scoffed as he looked at the man. "What do you think you'd be able to manage, pretty boy?! You look like you couldn't even hurt a fly!"

"Too bad you don't recognize me! I guess it's okay, since I'm probably going to beat you so bad, you'll probably forget even your own name!" The blond cranked his arm back before it was enveloped in a blue aura. He then took off, aiming his empowered fist at the man before him. "BOMB KNUCKLE!"

"Oh shit… Terry Bogar-!"

"Miss! Miss, stay with me!" The younger blond ran over to ailing Samantha, the girl breathing harshly. He gently lifted her back from the floor, brushing the hair from her face to uncover her heavily lidded eyes. "Miss!" Samantha's hazy eyes laid on the man's crimson orbs momentarily before she closed them momentarily.

"Rock, grab her and let's go! There's more of them coming!" Terry urged as he started leading the way, punching some guys to fend them off.

"Right! I'm sorry if it gets too shaky. You'll be okay, I promise!" Rock hooked his arm under one of the girls and placed the other arm under her knees and swiftly lifted her, running behind Terry.

Samantha blinked slowly as she felt her conscious slipping. She was hurting badly, and was disappointed that her money was stolen, but she smiled weakly. She was just happy she wasn't abandoned.

End Prompt One: Happy

(The happenings kinda betray happiness, but hey! )