As usual, I'm very happy with the review (though not much!!) But at least,
there's someone who actually READS this fic. Well, here it is, the next
chapter. Have fun!!
Terry continued to stare at the man, trying to remember. He was tall, minimal, 6 ft 3, clad in black pants, black sweatshirt with a black vest worn over it, blonde highlights at the front to the mid-back head and black hair down to the neck and wearing a sickeningly mocking smirk on his face. For some reason, Terry had a bad feeling about this.
"How do you do, Mr. Lone Wolf?" Then, it snaps. Terry KNEW he knew this guy from somewhere and now his voice triggered the memory to remember. How can he ever forget!
"Ryuji..." Terry glared at him. "Still working for Krauser?" he asked sarcastically. Ryuji used to be Krauser's pet 'dog'.
"That old man needs some time on his own. Haven't seen you for quite a while. And I'm so sorry about your fiancée, what was her name again? Hm..." he pretended to ponder, "Ah, yes, Lily?"
At the sound of her name, Terry shook with rage but didn't show. He was about to launch an attack to Ryuji when the music suddenly stopped and a voice replaced it over the mic.
"LAaaaaaadddiiiiieeeessss and Gentzzzz...... boyzzz and gurlzzzzz....!!!!! Duck King speakin' 'ere" typical of a Negro talking. "PLEAZE WELCOME: THE LONE WOLF AND MY PAL, OROCHI BLOOD FOR A BBIIIGGG, HOOTT, BASH... TONIGHT!!!" Two spotlights fell on Terry and Ryuji. And the people around them started hooting and screaming. Chanting, "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!!"
"AND NOW... THE CAGE...!!!!" Terry found himself caged with Ryuji as metal bars came descending on them. "PLACE YOUR BETSS.....!!!!!"
Move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Ryuji clicked his knuckles and stretched around. Terry just eyed him carefully, deciding on what type of attack he should apply. 'He's quite big and tall, his speed might be on the average side and force will be the main attribute...' Ryuji smiled and gave his neck one last stretch.
"You wanna' start or not?" he said in his fighting stance. Terry did the same.
Breath in, now breath out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
The crowd went wild and their chant got louder and louder, almost to the music's level; if not louder.
Meanwhile, outside the disco, a car just pulled over and out came Andy and Mai, both dressed to party. "Well, this is the place..." Andy said as he got out of the car.
"Did you hear that? A fight's going on." Mai said, surprised. "I wonder who's fighting who?" she asked and turned to see her lover.
"I have a bad feeling 'bout this..." Andy muttered.
"HEY GUYS!!!!" Mai and Andy turned and simultaneously said,
"Joe!"
"What are you doing here?" Andy asked. "... Where's Terry?"
"He's inside."
"UGH!!!" Ryuji staggered backwards a bit and attempted a kick which Terry easily evaded and countered with a blow to the gut, knocking the wind out of him. Terry was pissed. Very, very pissed. If not for his self discipline in martial arts, he would have killed this guy a few minutes ago.
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
(What?)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
(Come on!)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
(Yeah)
"Come on, is that all you're made of?" Ryuji suddenly asked, getting up, brushing the dirt off of his pants. Terry striked again but this time with a Power Wave. Ryuji endured through it and was banged to the cage-wall in the process. Not giving a damn, Terry charged, gave a few uppers and a Rising Tackle. Ryuji slumped to one corner.
"OOH... THAT'S GOTTA' HURT! WILL OROCHI MAKE IT?! WILL HE?!!" Duck King's voice boomed through the disco hall. Terry steadied his breathing since all those attacks made him forget to breath.
Hey ladies
Hey fellas
And the people that don't give a fuck
All the lovers
All the haters
And all the people that call themselves players
Hot mommas
Pimp daddies
And the people rolling up in caddies
Hey rockers
Hip hoppers
And everybody all around the world
"Terry!!" Two voices called.
He turned and saw Mai and Andy. "Hey." He said, turning to greet them. "What are you guys doing here?!" he had to shout at the top of his lungs to enable them to hear him.
"What are YOU doing?!!" Mai screamed at him.
"I..." he started and was suddenly pulled by the collar and rammed to the opposite wall.
"TERRY!!!!!!!!!" Andy and Mai both called out.
"Ugh..." Terry opened his eyes and came face to face with Ryuji with red eyes, and completely different facial expression. No longer was the cool facade on instead, replacing it was a horrible looking monster which went ga-ga.
His breath was like that of a wild beast and Terry could see the thirst for blood in those distant, glowing, red eyes; and each one of his cells' instinct screamed one simple, little thing: 'GET AWAY FROM HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!'
Move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
"WELL, WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT?!?!?! RYUJI RETURNED FROM THE DEAD AND TURNED TO THE INFAMOUS 'OROCHI'. YOU'RE LOOKIN' AT THE REAL THING, BOYS AND GIRLS!!" Boomed Duck King's voice again.
Tell me what you're gonna do now
'I gotta' end this battle soon or I'll...' His eyes widen as he felt the wind knocked out of him as Ryuji rammed his knee at Terry's gut. He felt darkness about to engulf him but prohibited himself from doing so or else... he's dead meat. He tried escaping from Ryuji's grip but instead of released, he was thrown to the other end of the wall.
Breath in, now breath out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
"Ugh..." he tried to get up but discovered his ribs and left leg were broken as he felt a jolt of pain coursing through his body and fell back down. He coughed out some blood and groaned in pain. The crowd either cheered for his defeat or simply angry for making them lose their bets.
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
(What?)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
(Come on)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
(Yeah)
Andy was getting desperate to save his brother from getting killed. Ryuji Yamazaki was definitely NOT being himself. He HAD to get in there - somehow.
Ryuji smiled a sinister smile and laughed maniacally. It must have been the sickest laugh they've ever heard. Before anyone can even blink, he dashed at Terry and kicked him in the gut again, causing the latter to curl more than ever. Andy was in the verge of tears and Mai noticed this.
With determined looks in her eyes, she decided to act before her brother-in- law-to-be gets killed before her marriage. She took out her fan and was about to throw it at the count of 3. "Okay... 1...breath... 2... aim..." Then, she stopped abruptly. The unexpected happened.
Move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Breath in, now breath out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Terry suddenly stood up, fully energized and gave out an all-out attack "POWER GEYSER!!!!!!!!!!!"
Tell me what you're gonna do now!!
*********************************************
If anybody were to compare Terry's voice and Duck King's over the mic, Terry's voice far exceeds the latter. It could have shattered everybody's eardrums in the huge hall. As a result of the powerful attack, the area surrounding (not to mention in the cage) were reduced to smoke, ash and cinder. Needless to say, a lot of people were injured and the electricity supply was cut. Suddenly, there was a deathly silence if not for the hissing of smokes and emergency water spray in case of fire in the hall.
When the smoke cleared, Ryuji's form can be seen lying on his chest covered by rubbles - but no sign of Terry or Andy and Mai. And in a far corner, out came 3 ducklings. "My... disco.......... WAAARRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?!?!?!?!?! WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!" he shouted, hugging his ducklings which were giving him some tissue.
Suddenly, a guy came to him, all covered in dirt. "Er... boss, who's the winner?"
"MY ASS!!!!!! YOU ASSHOLE!!!! SKIT!!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, kicking the poor guy like a dirty mutt. The guy went off. "Duckies..." he said, looking down on his ducks, all teary eyed.
"Quack qua?" Translation :Whazzat?
"Next time (sniff) I make a new disco, (sniff) remind me (sniff) to put up this sign." The ducklings looked at the sign which says: "NO FIGHTERS ALLOWED OR I'LL KICK YER SORRY ASSES!!!!"
"Quack... quack..." Translation: There... there...
Quackk Qua Quack... (To Be Continued...)
Well?!?!?!?!?!?! I can't help but make a near-death situation for our hero!!!! As for the swearings, well, I've put up the high rating, so, under- aged people, you can't complain, okay? You've been warned. No matter, REVIEW AFTER YOU READ!!!!!!! WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO CONTINUE OR NOT?
Terry continued to stare at the man, trying to remember. He was tall, minimal, 6 ft 3, clad in black pants, black sweatshirt with a black vest worn over it, blonde highlights at the front to the mid-back head and black hair down to the neck and wearing a sickeningly mocking smirk on his face. For some reason, Terry had a bad feeling about this.
"How do you do, Mr. Lone Wolf?" Then, it snaps. Terry KNEW he knew this guy from somewhere and now his voice triggered the memory to remember. How can he ever forget!
"Ryuji..." Terry glared at him. "Still working for Krauser?" he asked sarcastically. Ryuji used to be Krauser's pet 'dog'.
"That old man needs some time on his own. Haven't seen you for quite a while. And I'm so sorry about your fiancée, what was her name again? Hm..." he pretended to ponder, "Ah, yes, Lily?"
At the sound of her name, Terry shook with rage but didn't show. He was about to launch an attack to Ryuji when the music suddenly stopped and a voice replaced it over the mic.
"LAaaaaaadddiiiiieeeessss and Gentzzzz...... boyzzz and gurlzzzzz....!!!!! Duck King speakin' 'ere" typical of a Negro talking. "PLEAZE WELCOME: THE LONE WOLF AND MY PAL, OROCHI BLOOD FOR A BBIIIGGG, HOOTT, BASH... TONIGHT!!!" Two spotlights fell on Terry and Ryuji. And the people around them started hooting and screaming. Chanting, "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!!"
"AND NOW... THE CAGE...!!!!" Terry found himself caged with Ryuji as metal bars came descending on them. "PLACE YOUR BETSS.....!!!!!"
Move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Ryuji clicked his knuckles and stretched around. Terry just eyed him carefully, deciding on what type of attack he should apply. 'He's quite big and tall, his speed might be on the average side and force will be the main attribute...' Ryuji smiled and gave his neck one last stretch.
"You wanna' start or not?" he said in his fighting stance. Terry did the same.
Breath in, now breath out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
The crowd went wild and their chant got louder and louder, almost to the music's level; if not louder.
Meanwhile, outside the disco, a car just pulled over and out came Andy and Mai, both dressed to party. "Well, this is the place..." Andy said as he got out of the car.
"Did you hear that? A fight's going on." Mai said, surprised. "I wonder who's fighting who?" she asked and turned to see her lover.
"I have a bad feeling 'bout this..." Andy muttered.
"HEY GUYS!!!!" Mai and Andy turned and simultaneously said,
"Joe!"
"What are you doing here?" Andy asked. "... Where's Terry?"
"He's inside."
"UGH!!!" Ryuji staggered backwards a bit and attempted a kick which Terry easily evaded and countered with a blow to the gut, knocking the wind out of him. Terry was pissed. Very, very pissed. If not for his self discipline in martial arts, he would have killed this guy a few minutes ago.
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
(What?)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
(Come on!)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
(Yeah)
"Come on, is that all you're made of?" Ryuji suddenly asked, getting up, brushing the dirt off of his pants. Terry striked again but this time with a Power Wave. Ryuji endured through it and was banged to the cage-wall in the process. Not giving a damn, Terry charged, gave a few uppers and a Rising Tackle. Ryuji slumped to one corner.
"OOH... THAT'S GOTTA' HURT! WILL OROCHI MAKE IT?! WILL HE?!!" Duck King's voice boomed through the disco hall. Terry steadied his breathing since all those attacks made him forget to breath.
Hey ladies
Hey fellas
And the people that don't give a fuck
All the lovers
All the haters
And all the people that call themselves players
Hot mommas
Pimp daddies
And the people rolling up in caddies
Hey rockers
Hip hoppers
And everybody all around the world
"Terry!!" Two voices called.
He turned and saw Mai and Andy. "Hey." He said, turning to greet them. "What are you guys doing here?!" he had to shout at the top of his lungs to enable them to hear him.
"What are YOU doing?!!" Mai screamed at him.
"I..." he started and was suddenly pulled by the collar and rammed to the opposite wall.
"TERRY!!!!!!!!!" Andy and Mai both called out.
"Ugh..." Terry opened his eyes and came face to face with Ryuji with red eyes, and completely different facial expression. No longer was the cool facade on instead, replacing it was a horrible looking monster which went ga-ga.
His breath was like that of a wild beast and Terry could see the thirst for blood in those distant, glowing, red eyes; and each one of his cells' instinct screamed one simple, little thing: 'GET AWAY FROM HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!'
Move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
"WELL, WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT?!?!?! RYUJI RETURNED FROM THE DEAD AND TURNED TO THE INFAMOUS 'OROCHI'. YOU'RE LOOKIN' AT THE REAL THING, BOYS AND GIRLS!!" Boomed Duck King's voice again.
Tell me what you're gonna do now
'I gotta' end this battle soon or I'll...' His eyes widen as he felt the wind knocked out of him as Ryuji rammed his knee at Terry's gut. He felt darkness about to engulf him but prohibited himself from doing so or else... he's dead meat. He tried escaping from Ryuji's grip but instead of released, he was thrown to the other end of the wall.
Breath in, now breath out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
"Ugh..." he tried to get up but discovered his ribs and left leg were broken as he felt a jolt of pain coursing through his body and fell back down. He coughed out some blood and groaned in pain. The crowd either cheered for his defeat or simply angry for making them lose their bets.
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
(What?)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
(Come on)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
(Yeah)
Andy was getting desperate to save his brother from getting killed. Ryuji Yamazaki was definitely NOT being himself. He HAD to get in there - somehow.
Ryuji smiled a sinister smile and laughed maniacally. It must have been the sickest laugh they've ever heard. Before anyone can even blink, he dashed at Terry and kicked him in the gut again, causing the latter to curl more than ever. Andy was in the verge of tears and Mai noticed this.
With determined looks in her eyes, she decided to act before her brother-in- law-to-be gets killed before her marriage. She took out her fan and was about to throw it at the count of 3. "Okay... 1...breath... 2... aim..." Then, she stopped abruptly. The unexpected happened.
Move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Breath in, now breath out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Terry suddenly stood up, fully energized and gave out an all-out attack "POWER GEYSER!!!!!!!!!!!"
Tell me what you're gonna do now!!
*********************************************
If anybody were to compare Terry's voice and Duck King's over the mic, Terry's voice far exceeds the latter. It could have shattered everybody's eardrums in the huge hall. As a result of the powerful attack, the area surrounding (not to mention in the cage) were reduced to smoke, ash and cinder. Needless to say, a lot of people were injured and the electricity supply was cut. Suddenly, there was a deathly silence if not for the hissing of smokes and emergency water spray in case of fire in the hall.
When the smoke cleared, Ryuji's form can be seen lying on his chest covered by rubbles - but no sign of Terry or Andy and Mai. And in a far corner, out came 3 ducklings. "My... disco.......... WAAARRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?!?!?!?!?! WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!" he shouted, hugging his ducklings which were giving him some tissue.
Suddenly, a guy came to him, all covered in dirt. "Er... boss, who's the winner?"
"MY ASS!!!!!! YOU ASSHOLE!!!! SKIT!!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, kicking the poor guy like a dirty mutt. The guy went off. "Duckies..." he said, looking down on his ducks, all teary eyed.
"Quack qua?" Translation :Whazzat?
"Next time (sniff) I make a new disco, (sniff) remind me (sniff) to put up this sign." The ducklings looked at the sign which says: "NO FIGHTERS ALLOWED OR I'LL KICK YER SORRY ASSES!!!!"
"Quack... quack..." Translation: There... there...
Quackk Qua Quack... (To Be Continued...)
Well?!?!?!?!?!?! I can't help but make a near-death situation for our hero!!!! As for the swearings, well, I've put up the high rating, so, under- aged people, you can't complain, okay? You've been warned. No matter, REVIEW AFTER YOU READ!!!!!!! WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO CONTINUE OR NOT?