Round 2: The Shotokan Masters

Somewhere in Japan

Two powerful figures faced off in the pouring down rain, letting only the light from the barely visible moon and occasional flash of lightning illuminate their duel.

"How long can you resist, Boy?" the booming voice from the larger of the two asked. He was tall and muscular, wearing a dark blue gi and prayer beads, his shaggy, red hair tied up in a small knot on top of his head, eyes burning with a Sanguine glow.

"Until my last breath," his opponent shot back. He was also heavily built wearing a plain white gi, black belt, and a red bandana tied around his forehead.

"Why do you resist the power within?" the demonic fighter asked as the two circled one another.

"I don't desire Power," the younger fighter said defiantly, "I have my sights set higher than that."

"What is it you seek then?" the demon asked. He laughed deeply when his opponent remained silent, "Ahhh but you have no answer… seeking anything but power is foolishness of the highest order."

"The Blood flowing through your veins calls out to you…" The demon growled, closing the distance to throw a punch and kick which his opponent easily blocked. "Answer it! Answer it with your life!"

"SHORYUKEN!" The younger fighter called out, connecting with a rising dragon punch at his jaw, lifting him high into the air with him.

"Yes… that's it… give in to the darkness…" the demon smiled as he landed on his feet several feet away. "Give in to the Satsui no Hadou… it's the only way to avenge her father…"

"You leave my friends out of this, Akuma…" the fighter known as Ryu growled, taking a low stance.

"Friendship and compassion only makes you weak, Ryu," Akuma chuckled darkly.

"We'll see about that …" He said as he pushed his hands together at his side before rolling them forward, releasing a ball of blue fiery chi at his enemy. "HADOKEN!"

Akuma literally leapt through the blast and forced his fist into Ryu's upper abdomen, knocking the air clear out of his lungs. He frowned in disappointment when his would-be apprentice collapsed to the wet ground. "You lack discipline. Perhaps you will have learned your true strength when next we meet…" Akuma shook his head as he stepped over Ryu and disappeared into the night.

"Must … get stronger …" Ryu growled as he forced himself to his hands and knees.

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Hong Kong

"Cheer up! He'll turn up eventually," Chun Li said with a smile as they walked outside of the airport toward the military plane prepped and waiting.

"I'm beginning to have my doubts…" Kim breathed as she tugged her suitcase behind her.

"Have a good trip, Thunder Legs?" a tall, well built American with an exaggerated flat top stepped out from in front of the plane to welcome the girls. He was dressed in camo pants and a tight green tank top with two sets of dog tags around his neck.

"Hey, Guile," Chun Li said hugging him, and then forced her fist into his lower abs. "I told you not to call me that."

"What? I didn't call you thunder thighs this time, be happy!" Guile stepped back, rubbing his stomach. "Hey Kim." He said, and his eyes awkwardly went to the plane then looked back at the girls with a pleading look.

"What?" Kim narrowed her eyes, "What are you hiding, William?"

"Oh dear, so it's not a private flight with me and the Captain?" a crisp English voice spoke from the ramp of the plane which made Kim's stiffen. "Chun Li, Kimmie, how wonderful it is to see you," Cammy White stepped down the steps, giving a forced smile.

"Do you have to walk around in public like that?" Kim asked with narrowed eyes, looking at Cammy's lean body covered only in her thong leotard. "Have you no decency?"

"You're just jealous of my superior bum," the English Agent smirked at the redhead, "I was so looking forward to some alone time with the Captain…"

"You know he's married right?" Chun Li scowled.

"Indeed he is, for the time being anyway…" she smiled, and Guile took a step away.

"Have I told you my sister-in-law is expecting?" Guile spoke up quickly to try to stop the war from breaking out right then and there.

"Oh?" All three girls turned toward him curiously.

"Oh, Uncle Willie, how quant!" Cammy gushed.

"I'm actually looking forward to it," Guile said, motioning for the three to climb on board. "I'm going to spoil that son of a bitch rotten."

"Guile!" Kim gasped.

"Don't call your sister-in-law names like that!" Chun Li finished for him.

"I wasn't," Guile snorted, "I'm talking about my brother-in-law…"

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Mexico City, Mexico

Screaming men and women stood overcrowded in a small warehouse in outskirts of the city. In the center of the mass of screaming, money-waving spectators was a medium sized, seemingly home-made wrestling ring. The ring announcer stepped up and grabbed the mic hanging from the ceiling and began speaking excitedly in Spanish.

A moment later, a tall, blond headed man, dressed in a pressed, three piece suit and sunglasses walked in and shoved the man out of the way. "Seeing as I couldn't understand a word he just said, I'll take over from here!" he said, grinning from ear to ear as he spoke into the mic. "The name's Ken Masters, and I'm the man who's gonna take all your money!"

He laughed when the crowd booed and started throwing beer cans and food at him. "Oh, c'mon, can't you guys take a joke?" Ken chuckled before looking at the annoyed announcer, "Alright, bud, who's butt is my boy gonna kick tonight?"

"I will be the fighter, but I will not be having my butt kicked," The masked wrestler stated as he climbed into the ring.

"Couldn't find anyone taller?" Ken asked the announcer, who only glared. "Alright, alright, what's your name, kid?"

"I am the Hurricane of the Gulf of Mexico! El Fuerte!" the Wrestler proclaimed doing a back flip before taking a wrestling stance.

"Alright, from Mexico, El Fuerte!" Ken exclaimed, "And his opponent … hailing from Colorado US of A, the unbelievable, unstoppable Ron Stoppable!"

Ken's friend climbed into the ring, while he was much shorter than Ken, he had the same size muscle build and was dressed in a blue sleeveless gi. "Ready to rumble?" Ron asked with a smirk as he took a fighting stance.

Ken and the announcer climbed through the ring ropes and the Ken exclaimed "Ring that bell!"

The bell rang and Ron went on the defensive as El Fuerte pushed back against the ropes before running toward him. With some strain, Ron blocked the wrestler's rapid punches and flying kicks. He crossed his arms across his chest as El Fuerte jumped into the air, hitting him hard with a spinning kick. "You call that a tornado kick?" Ron asked, crouching down.

Ron pushed himself into the air, twisting his body till it twirled like a tornado with one leg stuck out in a kick. "TATSUMAKI SENPUKYAKU!"

El Fuerte dropped to the ground just as Ron traveled over him in his flying spin kick, "Not bad… for an American."

"Just getting started," Ron said as he dropped back into a fighting stance.

Ron didn't get his guard up in time as the wrestler lurched forward, spinning around to grab Ron in a hug from behind, before bending backwards slamming his shoulders into the hard mat.

"Dang…" Ron rubbed his now throbbing shoulder and smirked at the fighter. "You could teach Pain King a lesson,"

"Who said I haven't?" El Fuerte asked with a smile.

"Time for me to teach you a thing or two…" Ron said as he took a few steps back.

"I am eager to learn," El Fuerte gave a dramatic bow.

Ron positioned both of his fists to his side and began focusing his Chi into his palms. "Hadoken…" he said softly as he formed a powerful mass of energy in his palm. El Fuerte had heard of this technique before. It's the staple of the Shotokan style. He wasn't prepared for Ron's own touch to the move.

"Wha?" El Fuerte blanched as Ron, instead of throwing the energy ball, he rushed toward the wrestler.

"RASENGAN!!" Ron he pushed all the energy straight into El Fuerte's bare chest. The Wrestler cried out as it exploded sending him flying back through the ropes into the laps of the bystanders.

"And the winner of this contest… Ron Stoppable!" the announcer said, before the crowd erupted in boos.

"Looks like they weren't ready to give up the money…" Ken said as he jumped up beside Ron, only to dodge a flying beer bottle.

"I think it's time for a tactical retreat…" Ron said as he barely dodged a flying can.

"It's looking like we're gonna have to fight our way out…" Ken said as the crowd quickly became a riot.

The two Americans began ducking and dodging their way through the crowd. "SHORYUKEN!" Ken exclaimed as he lifted rather large thug into the air with his flaming uppercut. "Let's go!"

The two men ran out of the warehouse and quickly ducked down a series of alleys. "Damn…" Ken cursed as they rested against a wall. "I didn't get the money."

"Not yet anyway," a third voice spoke up. El Fuerte was standing there, still favoring his bruised chest. "The people thought you cheated, Stoppable," El Fuerte said as he approached them, "And they gave me the money for my 'win'. We both know that was a fair fight, and a great fight, my friend." He said handing the wad of cash to the American.

"Is my other challenge still standing?" El Fuerte asked crossing his arms as Ron handed Ken the cash.

"Sure, next time we meet I'll kick your can in the kitchen just like I did in the ring," Ron smiled, outreaching his hand.

"We will see, amigo," El Fuerte grinned as he took Ron's hand in a shake.

"Now let's go home," Ken stretched as El Fuerte went on his way. "I'm ready to get in the hot tub with my sexy, pregnant wife while you cook us a great dinner."

"Like she's going to do anything with you after she finds out you were in a fight?" Ron quirked an eyebrow.

"How's she gonna find out?" Ken smirked.

"Sleeve." Ron said simply.

"Huh?" Ken looked down at his Armani suit and found the sleeve burnt to a crisp from his Shoryuken attack. "Awe crap."

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Denver, Colorado, USA

Youngest guy in College was normally a good thing most of the time. But for Tim Possible this was not one of those times. "If I don't pass that test, Possible, I'm off the team, and if I'm off the team you get a hospital stay. Does that sound fair?"

"Why not… I dunno, study?" Tim asked the towering football player and his buddies.

"Why don't we just pound on you till you agree?" the grunt snapped as he popped his knuckles.

"Look… my sister told me never to fight unless I really have to," Tim said, lifting his fists in a relaxed stance. "I don't see this as a have to sitch."

"Oh right, you're Kim Possible's little brother, right?" one of the thugs laughed, "She used to be badass till she got dumped by that loser. Is it true he was just paying her?"

"Shut up," Tim growled out as he began to see red.

"What are you going to do, little man?" the football player laughed, "It's six on one. You can't beat us all."

"You miss counted, baka," a girl's voice spoke up. Tim was surprised when a Japanese girl dropped down beside him. "That's two on six, which if you want to simplify that's one on three. Fairer odds, isn't it?" the girl said, holding up a finger and smiled. She was dressed in a pair of red sneakers, short-skirted sailor fuku with the collar popped with a white bandana wrapped around her forehead and short brown hair.

"A runt and his little girlfriend?" another thug laughed. "Pathetic…"

"Can we get this over with already?" the girl asked, looking at her nails with her almond colored eyes showing little interest in the group.

"Why you little bi-" the offending thug growled and started toward the two. Tim's eyes widened in shock as the girl leapt into the air and extended one of her shapely legs with a snap, forcing the sole of her sneaker into the thug's face. He managed to gasp in shock before falling back.

"Next?" the girl grinned as she landed into a fighting stance. And then… all hell broke loose.

The next punch was thrown by one of the players' toward Tim's face, who tapped it just before contact knocking it off course, then followed up with stiff kick to the offender's side.

He rounded by throwing a punch into the next linebacker's slightly-pudgy stomach. The big man went down vomiting on the ground.

Tim glanced back to see his new friend do a handstand cartwheel to dodge two thugs before jumping into the air, extending a leg and spinning rapidly striking them both repeatedly. She fell back to the ground as the last thug rushed her from behind. "Watch it!" Tim called out, and the girl turned, in one fluid motion thrusting her palms toward the final attacker, firing a small blue ball of energy. The thug yelped as it struck him the energy burning on his shirt and skin for a moment before he fell to the ground.

"That's the last of um," Tim said looking over the groaning bodies. "Thanks… uh…" he said turning to the girl.

"That was totally awesome!" She gushed as she rushed Tim bouncing slightly. "You're so good! Was that Kung Fu? I fought a few guys who knew Kung Fu, but they didn't move that smoothly. That kick followed by those punches! BA TA-TA-TA!" She rambled, making sound effects as she imitated Tim's moves.

"T-Thanks," Tim said as his cheeks colored. "That was really cool too… my sister says that it takes a really, really lot of power and training to know how to throw a fireball like that…"

"Oh… yeah, I guess, but that wasn't much of a fireball… my Hadoken isn't anything compared to Ryu-sama's… OH!" She bounced and put a hand over her mouth as her eyes widened. "I am so rude. My name's Sakura. What's your name?"

"Uh… Tim Possible," Tim smiled and reached out a hand, which the girl took happily. "Nice to meet you, Sakura."

"Do you go to school here?" Tim asked as they began to walk.

"One sec…" She said before spinning around backwards to kick the rushing thug that had gotten back up, knocking him back down. "Not yet, I do a lot of traveling but I'm here checking it out." She gave Tim a small smile. "Its appeal is getting better and better."

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Middleton, Colorado, USA

"Hana!" a ten-year-old African American boy ran beside a large fence. "We have to study, remember?"

"Hakuna Matata, Sean," Hana Stoppable said to her best friend, Sean Matsuda from where she was walking on the thin fence.

"My mom will Hakuna Matata my butt if I don't pass history…" Sean ran a hand over his short dreadlocks.

"That's why we're going to my place so you won't be distracted by all your basketball crap," Hana replied, flipping off the fence to land directly in front of her friend. "And I put away my game system so we won't be tempted. You're going to pass, or your mom will be the last of your problems." She said, getting so close that her nose was next to his.

As they turned the corner toward Hana's home her eyes narrowed. "That's a nice car," Sean noted as they approached the Stoppable home and the large black hummer parked out front.

Hana said nothing as the two preteens made their way to her driveway. "Hana Stoppable, I presume," a booming voice spoke from the hummer, "the little sister of Ronald Stoppable, formerly of Team Possible?"

"My mom always said not to talk to strangers…" Hana said, easing Sean behind her as a towering, muscular man in a red military uniform and cape climbed out of the hummer, followed by three companions.

"Then, allow me to introduce myself…" the man said, with an evil grin. "I am General M. Bison. and these are my… friends: Mike Balrog, Vega, and Sagat."

"What do you want?" Hana asked, with a deep frown.

"For you to come with us. We need your help, young lady…" Bison said, crossing his arms. "Your brother always helped people…"

"I don't think so…" Hana said, not taking her eyes off Bison. "If you need help, why don't you let me call my sister… Kim Possible?"

"I had hoped to do this peacefully…" Bison glanced to Balrog, Vega, and Sagat. "Take her."

"There is no honor in this, Bison," Sagat said, crossing his arms and turning away as Balrog and Vega stepped toward the ten-year-old girl.

"Don't worry, One Eye," Balrog leered at Hana, "We can take a little girl without your help."

Hana's hand whipped out of her pocket, pulling a thick, red ribbon. She then quickly tied her long, dark hair back in a ponytail with a bow and took a fighting stance. "Get back, Sean." she said to her best friend.

She smiled at the two men. "C'mon!" Hana said as Balrog rushed forward. She grabbed a hold of the strings of his sweat shirt and heaved them with her arms before forcing both feet into his face.

Balrog cursed and fell forward as the masked Spaniard jumped at the girl, claw first. She backflipped away as the claw sparked on contact with the concrete driveway. "Cool claw!" Hana said, with a bright smile, before jumping forward with a swinging kick, barely missing Vega's face.

By then, Balrog had gotten back up and was angrily rushing again. Hana ducked and dodged the downward swings before jumping upward with a crescent kick that connected with Balrog's jaw.

Hana yelped when Vega's claw clipped her arm. "You know you could hurt someone with that thing?" Hana asked, with a tilted head. Vega grunted as Hana shot forward and punched him hard in the gut.

"Enough!" Bison threw off his cape and stomped toward his battered minions and the mostly unharmed preteen. "Better than I expected… Ms. Stoppable, but not enough to best me…" Bison said as he began to glow an eerie blue.

"Nice glowy," Hana said as her hair began to rise as her own azure energy field engulfed her body, "Whatcha think of mine?"

"You guys have been really fun, but I gotta study for a test… so…" She punctuated by leaping toward Bison faster than humanly possible. She gritted her teeth and struck out with her leg, striking the General in the side of her head. Her eyes widened when he didn't even flinch, only shot an arm up to grab her leg.

"That wasn't very polite." Bison said as he threw her to the ground.

Hana pulled herself up and shook her head to clear her daze. "Ok, not playtime…" She whispered to herself, before flexing her muscles and the sounds of monkeys screaming filled the air.

Bison would not ever admit it, but as this child blocked and countered everything he threw, he was mildly impressed. And as time ticked on he began to wonder if he would actually be able to stop her before unwanted attention could be gained.

The General glanced over to the recovering Vega, and gave him a stiff nod before going back to exchanging rapid blows with the inhumanly powerful preteen.

"Hey little girl?" Vega called out, grabbing Hana's attention.

"Wha?" She gasped when she saw Sean in Vega's arms with the psychopath's claws pressed to his neck. "Sean!" She cried out, before gasping loudly when Bison pushed his fist into her stomach with all the strength he had.

Hana's eyes widened and blood gushed from her mouth before she fell to the ground almost unconscious. "Friendship gives you weaknesses, young one." Bison said as he lifted the girl by the hair, ignoring the ribbon as it fell to the ground.

"My… brother will come…" Hana whimpered as Bison grinned at her.

"Dear girl," Bison said with a laugh. "I am counting on it!"

To Be Continued…

A/N: Ha! I made it before the one year mark … I know I'm pathetic… anyway, I'm trying to get this one going again, and as an added bonus here's a teaser for an upcoming fic of mine which has been getting a great deal of support from a great friend of mine, the one and only Captainkodak1.

Added disclaimer: the characters appearing in the next segment are properties of Disney as well as EA and Bioware…

The next ship in the line is ready, Admiral Hackett.

The SSV Middleton. But it isn't the ship itself that made the Normandy great, Councilor Anderson. If she's going to follow the Normandy's example, she'll need a captain that can follow Shepard's.

Possible just made promotion to Captain, the youngest to reach the rank in Alliance history. I think she's earned her wings.

Hm, Possible, Kimberly A.? Earth-born, mother's a brain surgeon father a rocket scientist… one of the scientists who actually worked on the Normandy Project with the Turians to begin with. She joined the Systems Alliance Space Navy with her best friend, Stoppable, Ronald D. who has since joined a black ops team out of the SSV Yamanouchi.

I'm vaguely concerned about her vigilante activities as a youth.

She helped people and was completely dedicated to her cause. Not that different than Commander Shepard if you ask me.

Then I'll start the necessary paperwork and get Possible her ship.

Two young teenagers laid in a field looking at the starry night sky. The blond headed boy glanced to his redhead companion in confusion when she pointed to the sky, to a particular star. "See that star, Ron?"

"Yeah, KP, what about it?" the blond asked the girl.

"We're going to go there someday," She smiled ear to ear, "You and me. We're going to go there."

In the year 2148, explorers on Mars discovered the remains of an ancient spacefaring civilization.

"May I have your attention: Captain Possible and Commander Stoppable please report to the bridge," Felix's voice brought Kim Possible out of her slumber from her quarters. "Repeat, Captain Possible and Commander Stoppable please report to the bridge."

"Time to go to work, huh, KP?" Ron said as he sat up beside her in their bed.

Kim nodded and put her uniform back on before reaching into her closet to pull out her N7 Onyx battle armor, then tossed Ron his own Terminus armor.

In the decades that followed, those mysterious artifacts revealed startling new technologies, enabling travel to the furthest stars.

Kim and Ron left her quarters, and she smiled as Ron blushed at some of the smirks the crew was sending them. She simply returned the salutes and began making her way through the SSV Middleton.

It was a dark time in the universe. The SSV Normandy had recently been destroyed. And with it the first human SPECTRE, Commander Shepard, was killed.

The basis for this incredible technology was a force that controlled the very fabric of space and time.

The universe was in dire need of heroes. Captain Kimberly Possible and Commander Ronald Stoppable were more than willing to comply.

"What's the sitch, Felix?" Kim asked as they made it to her helmsman, Lt. Felix Renton.

"We're approaching Orion Mass Relay in T-minus forty seconds. Mass Effect fields are up and data has been transferred to the Relay. We are prepared to make the jump to Hades Gamma on your command." Felix replied.

They called it the greatest discovery in human history.

Kim looked out the monitor windows to see the massive alien structure floating in space, with several circular bars rotating around a glowing energy source in its center. "Permission to make the jump, Captain?" Felix asked not taking his eyes off his control panel.

"Permission granted." Kim replied, smirking at Ron then glancing to Felix. "Punch it."

The civilizations of the galaxy call it…

Energy flowed from the energy sphere to the Middleton as it approached the Mass Relay and as it came right beside the center of the structure, the ship disappeared into a beam of blue light.

Mass Effect

The Kim Possible Chronicles

Councilor David Anderson smiled at the redhead and her lifelong friend. "Humanity is just showing the Galaxy what we can do. Commander Shepard was the first to step up." He nodded to the young man and woman. "He paved the road. Now the rest is up to you."

Coming 2010