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Good Morniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing, Vietnaaaaaaaaaaaaam! Kidding. I'm back in the building with another update to "Fists of Chaos!" When we last left off, Sonic kicked the mechanical asses of robots running amuck in Central City. Unfortunately, Uncle Chuck was kidnapped by corporate big wigs for personal gain. It's up to our favorite blue anthrophomorpic mammal to save him!
Tournament Start: Let the Games Begin!
10 days. It has been 10 days since Central City's salvation from robotic destruction. 10 days since a burglary that resulted in kidnapping. Through those 10 days of peace, Sonic remained in an ongoing state of discontent. He could not eat; his unease due to the ordeal spoiled his appetite on countless occasions. He couldn't sleep; with every passing moment, thoughts of his entrapped Uncle Chuck would repeatedly invade his conscious. Sonic was going mad and had grown impatient. Ever since he signed up the Fists of Chaos tournament, Sonic had been waiting for his phone to ring, confirming that he was an official participant. Still, 10 days have passed and there was no response. "Aaaargh! Just what the crap is taking them so long?! These guys go so far as to give me a chaos emerald radar disguised as a fashion statement, attempt to trash my city, -failed miserably, by the way- and kidnap Uncle Chuck! When I keep my end of the deal, they can't even get off their butts to put me in the system? Hell, I can at least settle for friggin' text message!" The blue hedgehog audibly complained as he irritably paced the living room floor. Shortly after his tangent, Sonic stopped pacing and flopped onto the couch. Hanging his head in despair, Sonic thought, "Who am I kidding? All of this whining and moaning won't do any good. Until this call comes in, I can't do anything to bring him home."
As he lay back on the couch, he took a glimpse at family portraits on the living room wall. The first photograph that caught his attention was of his father dressed in a military uniform. Lying beside him in a hospital bed was Sonic's mother, holding Sonic and his twin sister, Sonia, in her arms. It has been so long since he has seen his father when they once lived in a foreign country. The last time he saw him in person was when he was five, and for reasons unknown, the entire family left him behind. Was he living? Was he dead? The questions that Sonic continuously asked his elders remained unanswered. Then, there was his loving mother. She was as beautiful as she was compassionate. The golden heart she possessed held the family together. Sonic remembered how she used to tell the most amazing stories to him and his siblings. It was such a shame she made a tragic exit from his life.
The next memento Sonic looked towards was a playful shot of Sonia, his older brother Manic, and himself. To his vivid recollection, Sonia was always bossy. She wouldn't hesitate to set Sonic straight if she needed to. Apparently, since Sonia was the older twin by 10 minutes, she assumed she had authority, second to her brother and third to her mom. Regardless, Sonia always looked out for Sonic when he felt a mischievous impulse, even resorting to spanking him when he nearly got himself seriously injured. Sonic couldn't help but laugh at that memory.
Of course, he couldn't forget about Manic. In Sonic's eyesight, Manic was the epitome of the word "cool". In contrast to his sister, Manic was a lot more nonchalant. While Sonia would often criticize Sonic's wild nature, Manic retained a "boys will be boys" outlook, letting Sonic do as he pleased to an extent. Although cool-headed, Manic would become vicious at the drop of a dime if anyone brought harm to his family. Sonic could personally testify Manic's aggressive nature, witnessing some of the fights he's been in. When they were kids, Manic would teach Sonic martial arts, intending to make Sonic as tough as he was. Despite his calm and equally fierce personality, Manic also had a caring side. Whenever, his younger brother or sister (if not both) would come to his room after a frightful nightmare, Manic would openly share his bed. Every so often, Sonic would catch Manic comforting his mother late at night during a time of grieving. Sonic felt that Manic was much more of an influential hero than the characters he saw on television. Then one day, he vanished without a trace and never returned home. Even in the present day, Sonic still doesn't know what happened to Manic, but eventually he stopped caring. He was hurt to know that someone he looked up to, imitated, and admired left his family in the wind when they need him most. As time progressed, those same senses of pain and betrayal spiraled into undying resentment.
Those thoughts led Sonic to glance at picture of Uncle Chuck and himself as a 13-year-old. Needless to say, Uncle Chuck was a life saver in ways unimaginable. From visiting his Sonic to raising him, Chuck was ALWAYS in his life. Not once did he abandon his family. Sonic was adamant to return the favor. And he refused to sit idly by as Chuck remained in captivity. All he needed was the blasted phone to-
*RIIIIIIIIING*
"Hello," Sonic answered. The response just so happened to be a long awaited message. "This is a message from Crimson Cloak Enterprise, in conjunction with Robotnik Technology Group, for Sonic the Hedgehog. We are pleased to announce that you have been selected as one of 16 contestants to compete in the Fists of Chaos World Martial Arts Tournament. You are scheduled to arrive at the Grand Central Conference Hall in Central City tomorrow at Noon. Upon your arrival, you will be pervaded on the tournament's rules and regulations, processed for statistics and data storage, and given insight on vital information regarding the competition. It is highly suggested that you are prompt for this meeting. We look forward to your visit and wish you the best. Thank you and have a nice day!"
*CLICK*
"Whew. It looks like 'Step 1' is outta the way. Boy, that's a load off my mind," Sonic said in relief. Realizing that he would actually be able to thwart his enemies' heinous plot, Sonic could actually catch his breath for the moment. He went upstairs and lay on his bed. Muttski came in and whimpered. Sonic knew that his canine companion was sharing the same sentiments. Sonic comforted Muttski by petting him softly and saying, "Aaaaw, don't worry, buddy. I know how ya feel right now. Uncle Chuck will be back before you know it." Sonic looked up at the skylight of his bedroom ceiling, gazing deeply at the starlit sky. "Hold on, Unc'. I'm coming for you. I promise," Sonic thought as he slowly drifted into much needed slumber.
11:45 a.m.-The Following Morning…
Radiant beams of sunlight flooded through the bedroom window of a certain sleeping hedgehog. Due to a severe lack of sleep, Sonic was still resting longer than he intended. In attempt to wake his snoozing master, Muttski jumped on Sonic's bed and furiously lapped away at Sonic's face. "Ladies, LADIES…ZzZ…No need to fight…*yawn*…There's plenty enough 'Sonic' to go around…zZz…" Noticing his plan failed, Muttski resorted to a more direct approach and barked right into Sonic's ear. "WHOA! Okay, okay! *yawn*…Damn. I got an alarm clock y'know," Sonic groaned. "Wait a minute. Speaking of which…" Sonic initially planned to wake up an hour before the meeting, but had forgotten to set his alarm and overslept. "Oh Crap! Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap! I ONLY HAVE 15 MINUTES TO GET THERE, AND I STILL GOTTA GET DRESSED!" In a frantic blaze, Sonic stripped down to his white wife beater, boxers and socks and rummaged through his closet. In a short moment in time, he pulled out a sporty outfit: A blue hooded jacket with a blue and white checkered short-sleeve- the other half being sleeveless; A matching pair of baggy royal blue jean shorts with the words "DARK" and "SPINE", each word respectively on a single pant leg, in large white font; A red belt with a golden ring buckle; Black, blue and white fingerless gloves; his brand new watch, of course; and, to top it all off, a fashionable pair of red and white high top sneakers. Sonic dashed to the kitchen, grabbed a pack of toaster pastries and bolted out the door. In midst of his rush, Sonic was brushing his teeth, getting dressed, and consuming his breakfast.
By the skin of his teeth, Sonic made it to the conference center with only two and a half minutes to spare. "WHOO! There's NO time limit I can't beat. I almost worried myself there. Sure, there may have been a few fender benders in my wake, but sacrifices must be made! Who's bad, baby?!" Sonic boasted as he broke into a victory dance. "Excuse me, sir," a voice interrupted. Sonic turned to face a grey fennec. "Are you one of the contestants scheduled for the Fists of Chaos Orientation?" "Uh...yeah. Why?" Sonic replied. "Well, I must inform you that the conference room is on the second floor. You have one minute left before they begin the meeting." "Oh…right. Well whaddaya know? Hehehe," Sonic said, scratching his head in embarrassment. Immediately, he sped away to the next tier.
"'Fist of Chaos World Tournament: Orientation and Examination Center'. This must be the place," Sonic said as he read the sign near the conference room. When he entered, he noticed that the large room was dimly lit, and several individuals of various shapes, sizes, colors, and genders were seated in different parts of the hall. Not wanting to make a big fuss, considering he was already late, Sonic grabbed a chair in the back of the room. As he got comfortable, an attractive midnight blue cat walked on the stage in front of the room. Sonic noticed a high technology projector and on stage, as well.
*FWOOP**FWOOP**FWOOP*
"Is this thing working?" the feline asked as she tapped at the microphone on stage. "Ahem. Gooooood AFTERNOON, everyone! My name is name is Maxine. I am an administrative associate of the Crimson Cloak Enterprise in the United Federation sector. I will also be you're mistress of ceremony for this meeting. For starters, we would like to say congratulations on your acceptance in the first annual Fist of Chaos tournament! I hope you're excited as I am! How's everybody feeling today, hmm?" Sadly, Maxine's cheerful opening was met with awkward silence, aside from a warm response from 2 or 3 participants. "Excellent! Well, before we get you guys processed into our database, we're going to show you a brief presentation, m'kay?" "Don't bother, sweet cheeks. THIS presentation is just fine! You're all the entertainment I need! Heh!" A gruff, accented voice spoke from the front of the room. "Hehehe. Glad to know somebody shares my thoughts," Sonic thought. Maxine, embarrassed by the remark, just laughed nervously and blushed. "A-as I was saying, we have a brief but informative presentation for you all to view. With this in mind, you will get a good rundown of the tournament layout, rules and regulations, and all that other exciting stuff. Please be sure to pay close attention, as there are several imperative details you'll need to know prior to the contest. And knowing is half the battle. The other half is the battle itself! Hahaha!" Once again, the room was filled with dead air. "Ahahaha! I GET IT! THAT WAS SO FUNNY!" an exuberant, childlike voice exclaimed (at least Maxine got ONE response). "Okay. With that being said and done, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you!" Maxine said before quickly exiting the stage. The dim light slowly faded to black and the projector on stage engaged. "*sigh* I would've brought a pillow if I knew THIS would happen," Sonic quietly griped as the film began.
The holographic presentation began with the respective logos of Crimson Cloak Enterprise and Robotnik Technology Group fading in and out, one after the other. After an elaborate display of CGI animation, supported by energetic music, the film cuts to a rather round man with a peach complexion. This character had a bald head shiny enough for one to see their reflection in. On his head were a pair of grey protective goggles, but his eyes were concealed by an additional pair of blue lens prince-nez glasses. He had a rather large nose and even larger whiskers protruding from the sides of his face. Sonic thought it was downright hilarious, but contained himself. The man's attire consisted of a red turtle neck coat with a white trim, gold box-compartment accessories, and large yellow cuffs with a triangular slit cut into each cuff. The bottom consisted of black, contoured, form-fitting one piece pants- pants that seemed to barely fit his wide lower half- with large silver buttons that attached pants to his red coat. Finally, on his feet were black boots with shiny silver accents. Sonic's verdict: The man looked like a douche bag- an EGG shaped douche bag. For the sake of engraving the image into his mind for future reference, Sonic decided to secretly dub the guy "Eggman."
"Greetings. I am Dr. Ivo Robotnik, President of the Robotnik Technology Group and co-sponsor of the Fist of Chaos World Martial Arts Tournament." Now that he got a thorough introduction, Sonic had one of his two targets set in his sights. Dr. Robotnik, or Dr. Eggman, continued with his speech, "First of all, I would like to say congratulations on your acceptance in such an exhilarating event. Your bravery is greatly commended. It is with great pleasure that we announce the world's first official international street fighting competition." "Wait. A street fighting tournament? Don't tourneys usually take place at some big stadium or something?" Sonic asked himself. Dr. Eggman, as if he possessed telepathic abilities, proceeded to answer the question with a thorough explanation. "Now some of you may be wondering how such a competition will be held. I would be delighted to explain. With our latest technology and immense funding, we have been able to pinpoint the best areas for competitors to engage in hand-to-hand combat. These locations will be designated for 2 combatants per round, resulting in a total of 15 official battlegrounds. In addition, we have designed top performance nano-bots that will not only monitor your progress, but also provide high definition footage of each match for viewers worldwide." As farfetched as some of the information sounded, Sonic and the other contestants were quite impressed.
"The rules and regulations of the Fist of Chaos tournament go as followed: Prior to each match, the opponents of said matches will be provided transportation and hotel accommodations in a city near the designated battlegrounds, free of charge. The competitors are to arrive at the specified location on the day of the match. Failure to do so will result in automatic disqualification." "Okay. THAT seems pretty cash; A free vacation around the world, AND I get to kick some ass. Can't get any better than that," Sonic thought. "During these battles, if any of you are to lose consciousness, exit or fall out of the designated battlegrounds, or forfeit, your participation in the tournament will discontinue." Sonic hunched his shoulders and said, "Eh…Sounds fair. I mean it's not like I'VE got anything to worry about." Dr. Eggman finished the tournament regulations by stating, "However, be informed that the environments we have chosen are not controlled. Neither Crimson Cloak Enterprise nor Robotnik Technology Group will be held liable for any infractions or disturbances that may occur- natural or otherwise. Weapons are permitted within reasonable standards. Amidst the fray, we strongly advise each combatant to proceed with caution." Sonic was baffled at the sponsor's blatant display of insanity. First they wreak havoc in his hometown, kidnap his uncle, and now they give the green light on possible casualties being televised to millions, if not billions, of viewers across the globe! HOW SICK WERE THESE PEOPLE?! "The victor of the final round will proceed to fight a mystery opponent for a chance to claim the Crimson Cloak Enterprise. We hope to see the very best from each contestant. May the best warrior win and Godspeed from the Robotnik Technology Group!" Dr. Eggman concluded, thus ending the film.
The lights returned and Maxine re-entered the room from a door near the stage. "Would all participants follow me down this hall, please?" She announced. As requested, everyone rose from their seats and followed the feline. After a few minutes of walking, they all reached another room that looked more like a small biogenetics laboratory mixed with a lounge. There were 4 large security guards standing near the doors. Four more gentlemen were seated at an elongated table with various forms of paperwork. Other individuals of the Crimson Cloak and RTG staff were scattered across the room, preparing to conduct their tests. Judging by the looks of things, the group of fighters knew they would be there for a while.
As some of the contestants underwent the logistical process, Sonic decided to kill some time by sizing up the competition. For starters, he noticed a tall, brawny crocodile, an energetic honey bee, a purple chameleon meditating in a corner of the room, a lavender female cat, and- no. NO! It COULDN'T be! This had to be a hallucination! Sonic rubbed his eyes, praying to the heavens above that they were fooling him. However, much to his chagrin, Sonic's vision remained crystal clear. "Oh, GEEZ! Not THIS guy!" Sonic groaned.
Uh-oh. Looks like the Blue Blur is running into an unpleasant surprise. But who could've provoked such a response from him? Guess we'll just have to wait and see, now won't we? Damn cliffhangers!
Well, I know this wasn't the most exciting update, but bear with me, folks. It'll get better with time. That aside, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Leave a review with the tasty, the nasty, and the "meh". Constructive criticism is always welcome. Peace!
Author's inspirational playlist:
Anxious Heart- Final Fantasy VII Ost
Boulder Chase Theme- Brave Fencer Musashi Ost
Menu Theme- Sonic Riders Zero Gravity Ost
Extra Menu Theme- Tatsunoko vs. Capcom Ost
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