People were gathered around near and far. The sound of a motorcycle was roaring in. Everyone looked just in time to be showered in dirt and I skidded to a stop. I then jumped off and stood in the middle of the crowd to allow them to envy me. Suddenly I heard an annoying voice that made me want to rip out the speaker's throat, fry it up, saute` style and feed it to my Doberman. "So this emo looking kid is the last contestant? He doesn't even look like he could put up a fight." Spoke the single worst street fighter in the history of the franchise: Dan Hibiki.
"I'd watch how much you flap that jaw of yours unless you want it broken." I said in a tone not exactly proving him wrong (Dark and emotionless).
"How dare you disrespect me! I am a demigod! Dan Hibiki! Master of the Saikyo arts!" He said, doing a bunch of unimpressive fighting moves and lame poses.
"The psycho arts? I thought that was Bison's territory." I said.
"No, no, the SaiKYO arts!" He snapped.
"Okay, I got it, it's not psycho arts, it's psyCHO arts." I said.
"That's it! My father made this style and I won't let you disgrace it!" He said, firing a small green fireball at me. However, it came nowhere close to hitting me.
"That's pathetic. Definitely not a demigod. Keep dreaming, tubby." I said (Dan is on the chunky side).
"That's it, come here!" He said, doing some two aerial round kicks, but failed, flopping onto the ground.
(Time for my new ground grapple attack.) I thought. "Curb stomp! Second curb stomp!" I said, stomping on his face with my left foot, then the right, then pulling out a small explosive similar to Batman's explosive gel: It can put someone out of the fight and blast them back a bit, but isn't strong enough to kill. "Explosions!" I said, putting it on his face, then letting it blast me back into the air to do a backflip and land perfectly in a fighting stance.
"Father..." He pleaded, before passing out.
"Pathetic little daddy's boy." I said, turning my back to him and walking off.
A VERY short amount of time later...
I was enjoying a nice cheeseburger with Worcestershire sauce, ketchup, onions and pickles on it when some chick in a school girl outfit came up to me. "Hey, you were the one who blew up Hibiki-san, weren't you?" She asked.
"Oh, yeah. I guess you could say that was a... blast." I said.
"Well, I'm gonna show you what I got!" She said, firing a hadoken at me, which I backflipped to dodge (I like backflipping, as the blood rushes to my head for a quick jolt), but unfortunately, my cheeseburger got fried by the blast, since I set it down when we started talking.
"That was $8 down the drain! Now you just pissed me off, I HATE wasting money!" I snapped.
"Calm down, it was only a cheeseburger! You can get another one, right?" She said.
"It's not about the burger, it's about the money! I'm trying to save up for a car, but when people pull shit like this, it gets so much harder to reach that goal. That's why TRISH bought me that bike, not me. Good thing I practiced those puppy eyes she can't resist." I said, whispering that last part.
"Oh, come on. Are you always this doom and gloom?" She asked.
"Are you and Dan always this annoyingly cheerful?" I asked.
"I'm not annoying! I'm positive. You gotta stay upbeat, upbeat, upbeat~ Or you'll be dead meat, dead meat, dead meat~!" She said in sing-song.
"Like I said, annoying." I said in a dark tone.
"Let's fight already!" She said.
"You make the next move. It will be your last." I said.
"Hadoken!" She announced, firing it.
"Kamehame... Nah." I said, charging, then canceling the shot, merely jumping over the Hadoken, behind her, then quickly spun around and delivered a simple neck chop, bringing her down. "That was a piece of cake." I smirked, then my stomach growled. "That reminds me, I'm still hungry." I said, going back to the burger place.