Jake, The Red Dragon
To Chan- Yeah, Xen is going to get his. Thanks for letting me use Mitsukake.
To Kikoken- It's going to take me a long time to finish up Infiltration. Mainly because I have to get through all the fights. Plus, before the massive battle royale, WWIII is gonna happen. But, minus the nukes. My friend Cici insists that it would be WW V. She considers the Cold War as WWIII and the current war in Iraq as WW IV. Basically, Infiltration is going to be a massive epic. Kinda like playing a very long RPG on the PS2. But, I've been really busy with work and school My subbing job is over for the summer. But, I currently work as a freelance screenwriter and as a wellness consultant for this wellness company in Japan called Nikken. It's been keeping me busy. Would I be able to use your OCs for this fic?
To Headcrook- Thanks for letting me use Kirina, Hanzou, and Mei.
To Jami- Thanks for letting me use Wagner. Let me know if you're still interested in that Nikken thing.
To Edgar aka Blue-Eyes Knight- Thanks for letting me use Mason Storm.
To EZ-B- Thanks for letting me use your Jake character.
To CMK Tactican- I'm hoping he lets me use Ernest McGrath. He would make a good addition to the story. Plus it was Chan's idea for me to ask. Points to Chan
If you got any OCs you want me to put in, just let me know in a review. Give a full description of the character, personality, appearance, and his/her techniques. The current OCs of mine being used in this fic are T- Can (That's me...), Zuhri Cebekhulu, Robert Salvo, and Xen Aleksandrov. I'll be putting a bunch of my OCs in as well.
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Interrogation Room
Mason Storm and Robert Salvo stood around the room as they were reading out loud a file on the prisoner that sat at the table. It was a room with blue walls with a dim light hanging on the ceiling. The prisoner's name was Jake Cavanaugh.
Also known as, "Jake, The Red Dragon," said Mason Storm. He was still sleepy-eyed. Mason slowly paced back and forth reading the long file on Jake.
"You're a peace of work, you know that?" Salvo went.
Jake sat there in silence. He didn't like 'pigs' nor did he like talking to them. The man remained silent. Jake sat there with his hands and ankles cuffed together. This was pretty boring for Jake Cavanaugh.
The prisoner sat there wearing orange prison pants and an untucked black tanktop. Mason continued reading from the file on Jake.
"Jacob Cavanaugh... The career criminal... You've dug yourself a very deep grave. Armed robbery, extortion, vehicular manslaughter, arms smuggling, drug dealing, impersonating a police officer, murder, arson, assault and battery, the list just goes on..." Mason commented.
Still, Jake sat there as he remained silent. He didn't care about what Mason said to him. The man wasn't a saint. But, he didn't give a fuck about God, either.
"You murdered two cops during a bank robbery gone wrong..." Salvo added.
"You know what happens to cop killers?" Mason asked rhetorically as he got close to Jake. Jake sat there with an unfazed look on his face. He didn't care.
"They get the death penalty. So what?" Jake replied coldly.
"You're in a lot of deep shit..." Mason said.
"Unlawful escape from prison after beating the hell out of the prison guard," Salvo said. "Killed your own father? Damn..."
Jake remained silent. He perfectly remembered that night. It was like yesterday. The memory of his first killing was still at the back of his mind.
Flashback, 6 Years Ago
It was a stormy night. A young Jake Cavanaugh ran through heavily pouring rain and loud crackling sounds of thunder, with the bright flashes of lightning. He was at a friend's house playing Sega Dreamcast.
The house was pretty dark and quiet. Jake silently entered the house and saw that the kitchen lights were on. He could hear his dad crying for some reason. Out of curiousity, Jake Cavanaugh silently stepped towards the kitchen.
Jake stood there frozen in terror to see what his father had just done. His mother laid there in a pool of her own blood. His father was on his knees holding a smoking gun in his hand.
"M-mom? MOM!!!" Jake screamed. He couldn't believe it. His mother was dead. And his father killed her right there in the kitchen. Jake's father was losing it. Immediately, he set his sights on his son, Jake.
"You..."
"D-dad? What's going on?" asked a frightened Jake.
Jake's dad moved forward as he stepped back. He knew something was up. His father was losing it. The old man was starting to get mentally unstable. Strong winds caused the tree branches to slap against the window repeatedly. The thunder got louder.
"Your fault! You and Ryan's fault..."
"Dad?"
"Don't dad me, you fucking bastard!" spat the man as he came closer to Jake.
"You two made me do it... Your constant run-ins with the law. I just couldn't take it. I-I-I just had to show you two fucks the error of your ways..."
"Dad...?"
"I'm going to do what I should've done a long time ago..." the man said aiming the gun right at Jake's chest.
"Dad, no!!!" yelled Jake as he ran forward and wrestled his dad for the gun. The two of them fell on the floor as they continued wrestling for the firearm.
"You insolent bastard... You made me do it! You piece of shit!"
"Dad, please!!!" pleaded Jake.
"I'm going to kill you, if it's the last thing I do!!!" the man yelled.
The two rolled around trying to keep the gun away from each other. The old man was on top of Jake, trying to choke the life out of him. Jake was coughing, gagging, and gasping for air as he tried to break free.
"Ack..." Jake went.
Jake was about to pass out. His father was much stronger than him. Moving his hands around, Jake managed to grab hold of the gun. He continued to have the life choked out of him. Impulsively, Jake grabbed the gun and pressed it against the chest of his father.
On pure instinct, Jake pulled the trigger three times. His father's eyes went wide as he slowly released the grip on Jake's neck.
"Uggghhh... So cold..." the man said as he got on his knees. He looked down to see blood coming out from his chest. The man coughed out blood, too.
"Dad?!" went a frightened Jake.
"Ugggghhhhh..." gasped the man before dying.
"No!!!"
Jake immediately dropped the gun and stormed out of the door. He was very distraught about the course of action he has taken. This would be his first killing. Ironically, it was the killing of his own father.
Present Day
Jake Cavanaugh sat there in silence. His jet black hair was spiked up. He also had a black goatee. Looked like one of those badass heavy metal people. His dark blue-gray eyes stared at the door as if he was in a trance.
"Come from a family of six..." Mason said.
"Pretty fucked up family," Salvo added.
Jake wanted to say something. But, both Mason and Salvo were right on the money. Everything they said was true.
"The man was pretty abusive," Salvo said, sipping his coffee.
"Two brothers and three sisters..." Mason said.
"..."
"Your older brother Ryan, was a repeat offender. You followed in his foot steps starting off with petty crimes," Mason continued as he paced around the room looking over Jake's dossier.
Jake wanted to rise up and do a number on Mason. But he couldn't due to him being cuffed and the other FBI agent standing around.
"We even got his old school records, right?" Salvo asked.
"Yeah..."
"Let's hear 'em," Salvo replied cooly.
"Numerous detentions and suspensions? Wow, to be honest. I wish you were around during my school days," joked Mason.
"He really fucked up half the bullies at the school," Salvo commented.
"Yeah. His brother was expelled for nearly killing another student," Mason added.
"One very dysfunctional family..." Salvo said.
Jake sat there idly as Mason and Salvo ran by his entire life's story. This was really getting on Jake's nerves.
"Ryan was killed in a gangfight. Younger brother joined the army. Haven't heard from him, since?" Mason went as he constantly grilled Jake.
"Damn... Oldest sister tried to commit suicide after the deaths of both parents," Salvo said with a deep whistle.
"She's institutionalized in New York right now," Mason said.
"Drifted from town to town. Mugging innocent bystanders? Damn..." Salvo went.
"You have a very hefty price-tag on your head, Red Dragon..." Mason went.
"The Forellis want you dead, the Yardies want you dead, and the Central and South American drug cartels want you dead... You sure pissed off a lot of people," Salvo stated to Jake.
"Did sidejobs for the Yakuza and Southside hoods?" Mason asked.
"Must've been really busy..." Salvo said.
"Worked for Tony Capelli? Damn...you even got a job working under Vice City's coke baron, Tommy Vercetti..." Mason said.
"Enough talking about your life story," Salvo said as he took a seat in front of Jake Cavanaugh. Both their eyes met each other. They had a cold and silent staring contest. Mason Storm leaned against the wall and looked out the window.
"Okay, sorry to have to break the staring contest... But we're tracking down a ruthless killer. This has been going on for the last few months, now... From what the sources say, he is a tall caucasian male..." Mason said as he looked at Jake.
"You actually fit the description," Salvo added.
"But it has nothing to do with you... The killer gets his kicks out of raping, torturing, and killing women..." Mason said.
Hearing what Mason said started to make Jake's blood start to boil. Jake wasn't the model citizen. However, he wouldn't resort to anything like that.
"Plus, he gets his kicks out of torturing and killing the weak and defenseless. They range from kids, old people, the homeless, the handicapped, and the disabled... The man's a fanatic," Salvo said. Then there was silence.
After a few minutes, Jake decided to break the silence.
"What does this have to do with me? Yet, you say this has nothing to do with me..." Jake said.
"Glad you asked," Mason said as he leaned against the table and took a good look at the eyes of Jake Cavanaugh. He continued, "the government is fully aware of your skills," reading more out of Jake's dossier. "Pretty impressive stuff. Learned military style tactics from your old man, who's an ex-Marine. You have a way of easily learning moves from other people. Studied Muay Thai from a few inmates while in prison. High school Karate club? Boxing club in highschool; but, got kicked out after beating the shit out of your opponent. Wrestling club... Seems that you watch a lot of pro-wrestling and action movies during your time in prison before escaping. Somewhere, you learned Shaolin Kung-Fu. But, the source is unavailable... Obviously, you know a lot about street brawling. Impressive file," Mason said as he finished.
"You're just a 'jack of all trades' when it comes to combat and comitting crimes... You're pretty proficient in the use of firearms and automatic weapons. Probably learned that from your old man. Hand-to-hand, already went over that. Lockpicking? Electronics tampering? Simple computer hacking? Demolitions, probably from your father. First-aid? Mechanical repair, must've came in handy for all those crimes of grand theft auto..." Salvo.
"Just cut to the fucking chase..." Jake calmly said as if he was getting very bored.
"It's pretty simple. Government's willing to give you a deal..." Mason said. "I'm very suprised that Shadowlaw or Geese Howard hasn't recruited you, yet..."
"You don't deserve this deal. But, they're willing to give it to you..." Salvo said.
"Those politician fucks must be desperate or something..." Jake replied. "What's the deal?"
"Uncle Sam is willing to give you your freedom," Salvo said.
"Under what condition?" Jake asked cooly.
"That you assist us in the apprehension of this sick fuck..." Mason said.
"That's it?" Jake asked.
"Yeah... That's it. But listen good. If you try any funny shit such as trying to fight me or my partner, escaping, or anything else... I'm going to take you out and place your ass back into the slammer..." Mason said as he took out his baton and twirled it. He channeled the electrical power as his eyes glowed white.
Mason smacked the table with the baton as it shattered into shards of wood. Salvo immediatly jumped back while Jake sat there unfazed.
"Damn..." Salvo said.
"Think about it," Mason said to Jake.
"Um, we're ready to leave..." Salvo said to the guard at the door.
The guard opened the door as both Mason Storm and Robert Salvo stepped out. Another guard came in to escort Jake Cavanaugh back to his cell. Both men walked down the hallway towards the elevator. At that moment, Salvo punched Mason in the arm really hard.
"Ow..." Mason went as he rubbed his arm, "what was that for?"
"You could've at least warn me before doing that..." Salvo replied.
"Sorry, I had to test him," Mason said.
"You think he's going to take the offer?" Salvo asked.
"Possible. But, he still got those people wanting his head," Mason said.
"You see all those tattoos around his body?" Salvo asked.
"Yeah... They were wicked. I did like the one on his upper right arm. The large red dragon surrounded by flames. That was pretty interesting," Mason commented.
"Upper left arm, there was the cracked skull, with blood red eyes, and flames from the mouth. Then there were those symbols across his shoulders... I wonder what those symbols on his arms meant..." Salvo went.
"They're in Chinese. I learned Chinese from Chun-Li Xiang when I did missions with her. The symbols translate into 'Hate, get to know me better..."
"Damn... I have a bad feeling about this," Salvo said.
"Yeah, I sense a Storm coming..." Mason said.
"..."
"What?" Mason asked.
"That sounded some fucking lame..." Salvo commented.
"Shut up, you think you can come up with something better?" Mason asked.
"Actually, yeah..." Salvo said.
"How much you're willing to bet?" Mason asked.
"One of us comes to work in a dress," Salvo said.
"You're on," Mason replied.
"We're gonna have an insult contest tonight," Salvo said.
"Works for me," Mason shot back in humor.
The two men walked into the elevator as the doors closed. Quickly getting inside was one of Chicago's finest police detectives, Eddie Randolph.
"Phew, made it..." Eddie said.
"Eddie, long time no see," Salvo said.
"Salvo?" Eddie asked. He took a good look at Robert Salvo. "Damn, it is you!!!" he exclaimed. The two of them gave their own special handshake as Mason stood there and watched. Eddie was another African-American male, who stood there at 6'.
Eddie Randolph was also a North American kickboxing champion. He would even rival that of DeeJay Maximum. He stood there in blue jeans, an untucked black short sleeved shirt, badge for his necklace, and red shades. Eddie had a gun holstered around him. Most of the times, he didn't need it. His hair was braided to the back all the way.
"How long has it been?" asked Salvo.
"About two years," Eddie replied.
"Ah, whatever..." Salvo said as the two of them gave a tight hug to each other. Mason watched quietly.
"Ahem..." Mason went.
"Huh?" Salvo went as both men broke the hug. "Oh, almost forgot about you..."
"Aren't you going to introduce us?" Mason asked rhetorically.
"Who's your friend?" Eddie asked.
"Okay... Mason, this is Eddie Randolph. Me and his old man go way back," Salvo said with a laugh. "Eddie, this is Mason Storm. We work together," he added.
"Hey," Mason said extending his.
"Yo," Eddie said extending his in return.
"What brings you two to Chitown?" Eddie asked.
"We've been assigned to find that sicko," Salvo said.
"I hear ya'... Lieutenent's have been getting calls up the ass left and right for the past day now..." Eddie replied.
"Plus we might have to make a deal with the devil as well," Mason added.
"Who's the devil this time, Salvo?" Eddie asked.
"Jake Cavanaugh..." Salvo replied.
"The Red Dragon? No way, you gotta be kidding me..." Eddie went.
"I wish I was joking," Salvo replied.
"Man..." Eddie replied.
Immediately Mason's cellphone rang. Both Salvo and Eddie quieted down as Mason answered the phone.
"Hello, Storm here..." Mason answered.
"Mason, this is Chun-Li," said the voice.
"Chun-Li? Wow, it's been awhile... What's up?"
"I'm in Chicago right now on business... Ryu and the kids are with me," Chun-Li replied.
"How's Ryu doing?" Mason asked.
"Doing good with running the dojo and such," Chun-Li answered.
"We should get together for dinner," Mason said.
"I know of a good place," Eddie jumped in.
"Who's that in the background?" Chun-Li asked.
"My partner Robert Salvo and his friend Chicago PD Detective Eddie Randolph," Mason replied.
"There's a pizza place. Serves the best Chicago style deep dish pizza," Eddie explained.
"Mmmm, haven't had pizza in awhile..." Mason said.
"That sounds perfect," Chun-Li said.
"Just ask around where the best deep dish is at," Eddie commented.
"Okay, see you tonight," Chun-Li replied as she laughed.
"I gotta go see my brother. Eddie, show Mason around Chitown," Salvo said.
"Sure," Eddie said.
The elevator doors opened as Salvo went one way. Eddie Randolph and Mason Storm went the other direction.
Jake Cavanaugh sat in his cell and contemplated about the deal that both Mason and Salvo told him about. He was offered a deal. All he had to do was find that sick and twisted son-of-a-bitch. But, he really didn't like the fact that he had to work with a group of 'pigs'. But this was his only ticket out of freedom.
He was serving multiple life sentences. Almost got the death penalty for killing those two police officers during the bank robbery escape. Jake lived a bad life. He had to make the best out of things. His mother was dead. His abusive father was dead. And his older brother Ryan was dead. Other four siblings were never heard from again. Oldest sister was confined to the nuthouse.
What decision will Jake, The Red Dragon make?
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Eddie Randolph
Age- 23
Nationality- USA, African-American
Fighting Style- Western Kickboxing
Occupation- Chicago Police Officer
Height- 6'0
Weight- 178 lbs.
Special Moves-
Upper Slash- Eddie throws an uppercut that slashes upward in an arc.
Wave Upper- Same as Upper Slash. But, he throws a wave of energy.
Air Wave Upper- Same as Wave Upper. But in the air.
Aerial Upper- Rising corkscrew uppercut with both fists.
Spinning Upper- Eddie throws a powerful spinning uppercut.
Shadow Kick- Eddie throws three kicks with after images following behind.
Double Vision- Eddie splits into two and does four roundhouse kicks from both sides.
Super Moves-
Triple Wave- Three Wave Uppers.
Tornado Slasher- A tornado surrounds Eddie as a does a powered up Upper Slash.
Shining Crescent- Eddie does a somersault and does an axial kick that keeps him suspended in the air. 20 Hits.
Jake Cavanaugh
Full Name: Jacob Randolph Cavanaugh
Known Aliases: Jake, The Red Dragon
Occupation: Criminal-For-Hire
Age: 24
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 225 lbs.
Nationality: American, Caucasian
Special Moves:
Dragon Fire - Jake's version of the Hadoken. It is flame red and burns his opponent as it connects. Can be done in the air.
Dragon Cyclone - A modified version of Fei-Long's Shienkyaku into a Hurricane Kick.
Dragon Ascension - Jake charges forward with a Burning Knuckle and rises into a Dragon Punch.
Psycho Upper - A faster and higher version of Cody's Criminal Upper.
Cyclone Crack - Jake performs Cody's Crack Kick spinning around like a ground version of the Hurricane Kick.
Devil Driver - An explosive Screw Piledriver that doesn't travel as far into the air, but equals the amount of damage done.
Turbo Charge - Jake performs a powerful shoulder tackle that can knock his opponent all the way across the fighting arena.
Shooting Range - Jake pulls out his Colt .45 and Desert Eagle and fires both of them at the same time until his clips for each gun run dry.
Grenade Toss - Jake pulls out a hand grenade and tosses it at his opponent, detonating as it strikes them or after laying for a few seconds.
Jagged Edge - Jake pulls out a large combat knife from his shin holster and charges forth with a jagged slashing motion putting his opponents into a world of hurt.
Super Moves:
Manhunt - Jake grabs a sharp object and channels his energy through it, performing several devastating slashes in a row similar to Haohmaru, Ukyo, Genjuro, or Galford's attacks with powerful arcs that can travel short distances. Very bloody up close. Can be performed with any sharp object be it a katana sword, machete, combat knife, meat cleaver, axe, chainsaw, or even a large shard of glass.
Dragon Geyser - Jake's version of Terry's Power Geyser maneuver.
Hell Wheel - Jake leaps into the air and performs a double Flash Kick launching waves of fire at his opponents down on the ground at the same time.
Death Rocker - A devastating chain wrestling combo where Jake starts with two German Suplexes, followed by a Powerbomb, a piledriver, and then a Frankensteiner.
Robert Salvo
Age- 37
Nationality/Ethnicity- USA/African-American
Fighting Style- Law Enforcement Arts
Occupation- FBI Agent
Height- 6'1
Weight- 183 lbs.
Special Moves-
Takedown- Salvo executes a police takedown.
Running Chop- Salvo executes a running chop that creates a flash of energy.
Spinning Chop- Salvo executes two spinning chops that leave a ring of energy. The ring can be launched at opponents.
Power Kick- Salvo executes a sliding side thrust kick that sends his opponents flying.
Machinegun Elbow- Salvo jabs his elbow repeatedly into the gut and makes his way forward to the face.
Foot Launcher- Salvo executes a powerful glowing front kick that sends his opponents flying.
Super Moves-
Handcuff Beatdown- Salvo quickly slaps the cuffs to his wrist and that to his opponent. Salvo throws and drags his opponent around while beating him/her to a pulp.
Super Punch- Powerful 1-Hit KO.
Handgun Blast- Handgun with impact concussion rounds.
To Chan- Yeah, Xen is going to get his. Thanks for letting me use Mitsukake.
To Kikoken- It's going to take me a long time to finish up Infiltration. Mainly because I have to get through all the fights. Plus, before the massive battle royale, WWIII is gonna happen. But, minus the nukes. My friend Cici insists that it would be WW V. She considers the Cold War as WWIII and the current war in Iraq as WW IV. Basically, Infiltration is going to be a massive epic. Kinda like playing a very long RPG on the PS2. But, I've been really busy with work and school My subbing job is over for the summer. But, I currently work as a freelance screenwriter and as a wellness consultant for this wellness company in Japan called Nikken. It's been keeping me busy. Would I be able to use your OCs for this fic?
To Headcrook- Thanks for letting me use Kirina, Hanzou, and Mei.
To Jami- Thanks for letting me use Wagner. Let me know if you're still interested in that Nikken thing.
To Edgar aka Blue-Eyes Knight- Thanks for letting me use Mason Storm.
To EZ-B- Thanks for letting me use your Jake character.
To CMK Tactican- I'm hoping he lets me use Ernest McGrath. He would make a good addition to the story. Plus it was Chan's idea for me to ask. Points to Chan
If you got any OCs you want me to put in, just let me know in a review. Give a full description of the character, personality, appearance, and his/her techniques. The current OCs of mine being used in this fic are T- Can (That's me...), Zuhri Cebekhulu, Robert Salvo, and Xen Aleksandrov. I'll be putting a bunch of my OCs in as well.
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Interrogation Room
Mason Storm and Robert Salvo stood around the room as they were reading out loud a file on the prisoner that sat at the table. It was a room with blue walls with a dim light hanging on the ceiling. The prisoner's name was Jake Cavanaugh.
Also known as, "Jake, The Red Dragon," said Mason Storm. He was still sleepy-eyed. Mason slowly paced back and forth reading the long file on Jake.
"You're a peace of work, you know that?" Salvo went.
Jake sat there in silence. He didn't like 'pigs' nor did he like talking to them. The man remained silent. Jake sat there with his hands and ankles cuffed together. This was pretty boring for Jake Cavanaugh.
The prisoner sat there wearing orange prison pants and an untucked black tanktop. Mason continued reading from the file on Jake.
"Jacob Cavanaugh... The career criminal... You've dug yourself a very deep grave. Armed robbery, extortion, vehicular manslaughter, arms smuggling, drug dealing, impersonating a police officer, murder, arson, assault and battery, the list just goes on..." Mason commented.
Still, Jake sat there as he remained silent. He didn't care about what Mason said to him. The man wasn't a saint. But, he didn't give a fuck about God, either.
"You murdered two cops during a bank robbery gone wrong..." Salvo added.
"You know what happens to cop killers?" Mason asked rhetorically as he got close to Jake. Jake sat there with an unfazed look on his face. He didn't care.
"They get the death penalty. So what?" Jake replied coldly.
"You're in a lot of deep shit..." Mason said.
"Unlawful escape from prison after beating the hell out of the prison guard," Salvo said. "Killed your own father? Damn..."
Jake remained silent. He perfectly remembered that night. It was like yesterday. The memory of his first killing was still at the back of his mind.
Flashback, 6 Years Ago
It was a stormy night. A young Jake Cavanaugh ran through heavily pouring rain and loud crackling sounds of thunder, with the bright flashes of lightning. He was at a friend's house playing Sega Dreamcast.
The house was pretty dark and quiet. Jake silently entered the house and saw that the kitchen lights were on. He could hear his dad crying for some reason. Out of curiousity, Jake Cavanaugh silently stepped towards the kitchen.
Jake stood there frozen in terror to see what his father had just done. His mother laid there in a pool of her own blood. His father was on his knees holding a smoking gun in his hand.
"M-mom? MOM!!!" Jake screamed. He couldn't believe it. His mother was dead. And his father killed her right there in the kitchen. Jake's father was losing it. Immediately, he set his sights on his son, Jake.
"You..."
"D-dad? What's going on?" asked a frightened Jake.
Jake's dad moved forward as he stepped back. He knew something was up. His father was losing it. The old man was starting to get mentally unstable. Strong winds caused the tree branches to slap against the window repeatedly. The thunder got louder.
"Your fault! You and Ryan's fault..."
"Dad?"
"Don't dad me, you fucking bastard!" spat the man as he came closer to Jake.
"You two made me do it... Your constant run-ins with the law. I just couldn't take it. I-I-I just had to show you two fucks the error of your ways..."
"Dad...?"
"I'm going to do what I should've done a long time ago..." the man said aiming the gun right at Jake's chest.
"Dad, no!!!" yelled Jake as he ran forward and wrestled his dad for the gun. The two of them fell on the floor as they continued wrestling for the firearm.
"You insolent bastard... You made me do it! You piece of shit!"
"Dad, please!!!" pleaded Jake.
"I'm going to kill you, if it's the last thing I do!!!" the man yelled.
The two rolled around trying to keep the gun away from each other. The old man was on top of Jake, trying to choke the life out of him. Jake was coughing, gagging, and gasping for air as he tried to break free.
"Ack..." Jake went.
Jake was about to pass out. His father was much stronger than him. Moving his hands around, Jake managed to grab hold of the gun. He continued to have the life choked out of him. Impulsively, Jake grabbed the gun and pressed it against the chest of his father.
On pure instinct, Jake pulled the trigger three times. His father's eyes went wide as he slowly released the grip on Jake's neck.
"Uggghhh... So cold..." the man said as he got on his knees. He looked down to see blood coming out from his chest. The man coughed out blood, too.
"Dad?!" went a frightened Jake.
"Ugggghhhhh..." gasped the man before dying.
"No!!!"
Jake immediately dropped the gun and stormed out of the door. He was very distraught about the course of action he has taken. This would be his first killing. Ironically, it was the killing of his own father.
Present Day
Jake Cavanaugh sat there in silence. His jet black hair was spiked up. He also had a black goatee. Looked like one of those badass heavy metal people. His dark blue-gray eyes stared at the door as if he was in a trance.
"Come from a family of six..." Mason said.
"Pretty fucked up family," Salvo added.
Jake wanted to say something. But, both Mason and Salvo were right on the money. Everything they said was true.
"The man was pretty abusive," Salvo said, sipping his coffee.
"Two brothers and three sisters..." Mason said.
"..."
"Your older brother Ryan, was a repeat offender. You followed in his foot steps starting off with petty crimes," Mason continued as he paced around the room looking over Jake's dossier.
Jake wanted to rise up and do a number on Mason. But he couldn't due to him being cuffed and the other FBI agent standing around.
"We even got his old school records, right?" Salvo asked.
"Yeah..."
"Let's hear 'em," Salvo replied cooly.
"Numerous detentions and suspensions? Wow, to be honest. I wish you were around during my school days," joked Mason.
"He really fucked up half the bullies at the school," Salvo commented.
"Yeah. His brother was expelled for nearly killing another student," Mason added.
"One very dysfunctional family..." Salvo said.
Jake sat there idly as Mason and Salvo ran by his entire life's story. This was really getting on Jake's nerves.
"Ryan was killed in a gangfight. Younger brother joined the army. Haven't heard from him, since?" Mason went as he constantly grilled Jake.
"Damn... Oldest sister tried to commit suicide after the deaths of both parents," Salvo said with a deep whistle.
"She's institutionalized in New York right now," Mason said.
"Drifted from town to town. Mugging innocent bystanders? Damn..." Salvo went.
"You have a very hefty price-tag on your head, Red Dragon..." Mason went.
"The Forellis want you dead, the Yardies want you dead, and the Central and South American drug cartels want you dead... You sure pissed off a lot of people," Salvo stated to Jake.
"Did sidejobs for the Yakuza and Southside hoods?" Mason asked.
"Must've been really busy..." Salvo said.
"Worked for Tony Capelli? Damn...you even got a job working under Vice City's coke baron, Tommy Vercetti..." Mason said.
"Enough talking about your life story," Salvo said as he took a seat in front of Jake Cavanaugh. Both their eyes met each other. They had a cold and silent staring contest. Mason Storm leaned against the wall and looked out the window.
"Okay, sorry to have to break the staring contest... But we're tracking down a ruthless killer. This has been going on for the last few months, now... From what the sources say, he is a tall caucasian male..." Mason said as he looked at Jake.
"You actually fit the description," Salvo added.
"But it has nothing to do with you... The killer gets his kicks out of raping, torturing, and killing women..." Mason said.
Hearing what Mason said started to make Jake's blood start to boil. Jake wasn't the model citizen. However, he wouldn't resort to anything like that.
"Plus, he gets his kicks out of torturing and killing the weak and defenseless. They range from kids, old people, the homeless, the handicapped, and the disabled... The man's a fanatic," Salvo said. Then there was silence.
After a few minutes, Jake decided to break the silence.
"What does this have to do with me? Yet, you say this has nothing to do with me..." Jake said.
"Glad you asked," Mason said as he leaned against the table and took a good look at the eyes of Jake Cavanaugh. He continued, "the government is fully aware of your skills," reading more out of Jake's dossier. "Pretty impressive stuff. Learned military style tactics from your old man, who's an ex-Marine. You have a way of easily learning moves from other people. Studied Muay Thai from a few inmates while in prison. High school Karate club? Boxing club in highschool; but, got kicked out after beating the shit out of your opponent. Wrestling club... Seems that you watch a lot of pro-wrestling and action movies during your time in prison before escaping. Somewhere, you learned Shaolin Kung-Fu. But, the source is unavailable... Obviously, you know a lot about street brawling. Impressive file," Mason said as he finished.
"You're just a 'jack of all trades' when it comes to combat and comitting crimes... You're pretty proficient in the use of firearms and automatic weapons. Probably learned that from your old man. Hand-to-hand, already went over that. Lockpicking? Electronics tampering? Simple computer hacking? Demolitions, probably from your father. First-aid? Mechanical repair, must've came in handy for all those crimes of grand theft auto..." Salvo.
"Just cut to the fucking chase..." Jake calmly said as if he was getting very bored.
"It's pretty simple. Government's willing to give you a deal..." Mason said. "I'm very suprised that Shadowlaw or Geese Howard hasn't recruited you, yet..."
"You don't deserve this deal. But, they're willing to give it to you..." Salvo said.
"Those politician fucks must be desperate or something..." Jake replied. "What's the deal?"
"Uncle Sam is willing to give you your freedom," Salvo said.
"Under what condition?" Jake asked cooly.
"That you assist us in the apprehension of this sick fuck..." Mason said.
"That's it?" Jake asked.
"Yeah... That's it. But listen good. If you try any funny shit such as trying to fight me or my partner, escaping, or anything else... I'm going to take you out and place your ass back into the slammer..." Mason said as he took out his baton and twirled it. He channeled the electrical power as his eyes glowed white.
Mason smacked the table with the baton as it shattered into shards of wood. Salvo immediatly jumped back while Jake sat there unfazed.
"Damn..." Salvo said.
"Think about it," Mason said to Jake.
"Um, we're ready to leave..." Salvo said to the guard at the door.
The guard opened the door as both Mason Storm and Robert Salvo stepped out. Another guard came in to escort Jake Cavanaugh back to his cell. Both men walked down the hallway towards the elevator. At that moment, Salvo punched Mason in the arm really hard.
"Ow..." Mason went as he rubbed his arm, "what was that for?"
"You could've at least warn me before doing that..." Salvo replied.
"Sorry, I had to test him," Mason said.
"You think he's going to take the offer?" Salvo asked.
"Possible. But, he still got those people wanting his head," Mason said.
"You see all those tattoos around his body?" Salvo asked.
"Yeah... They were wicked. I did like the one on his upper right arm. The large red dragon surrounded by flames. That was pretty interesting," Mason commented.
"Upper left arm, there was the cracked skull, with blood red eyes, and flames from the mouth. Then there were those symbols across his shoulders... I wonder what those symbols on his arms meant..." Salvo went.
"They're in Chinese. I learned Chinese from Chun-Li Xiang when I did missions with her. The symbols translate into 'Hate, get to know me better..."
"Damn... I have a bad feeling about this," Salvo said.
"Yeah, I sense a Storm coming..." Mason said.
"..."
"What?" Mason asked.
"That sounded some fucking lame..." Salvo commented.
"Shut up, you think you can come up with something better?" Mason asked.
"Actually, yeah..." Salvo said.
"How much you're willing to bet?" Mason asked.
"One of us comes to work in a dress," Salvo said.
"You're on," Mason replied.
"We're gonna have an insult contest tonight," Salvo said.
"Works for me," Mason shot back in humor.
The two men walked into the elevator as the doors closed. Quickly getting inside was one of Chicago's finest police detectives, Eddie Randolph.
"Phew, made it..." Eddie said.
"Eddie, long time no see," Salvo said.
"Salvo?" Eddie asked. He took a good look at Robert Salvo. "Damn, it is you!!!" he exclaimed. The two of them gave their own special handshake as Mason stood there and watched. Eddie was another African-American male, who stood there at 6'.
Eddie Randolph was also a North American kickboxing champion. He would even rival that of DeeJay Maximum. He stood there in blue jeans, an untucked black short sleeved shirt, badge for his necklace, and red shades. Eddie had a gun holstered around him. Most of the times, he didn't need it. His hair was braided to the back all the way.
"How long has it been?" asked Salvo.
"About two years," Eddie replied.
"Ah, whatever..." Salvo said as the two of them gave a tight hug to each other. Mason watched quietly.
"Ahem..." Mason went.
"Huh?" Salvo went as both men broke the hug. "Oh, almost forgot about you..."
"Aren't you going to introduce us?" Mason asked rhetorically.
"Who's your friend?" Eddie asked.
"Okay... Mason, this is Eddie Randolph. Me and his old man go way back," Salvo said with a laugh. "Eddie, this is Mason Storm. We work together," he added.
"Hey," Mason said extending his.
"Yo," Eddie said extending his in return.
"What brings you two to Chitown?" Eddie asked.
"We've been assigned to find that sicko," Salvo said.
"I hear ya'... Lieutenent's have been getting calls up the ass left and right for the past day now..." Eddie replied.
"Plus we might have to make a deal with the devil as well," Mason added.
"Who's the devil this time, Salvo?" Eddie asked.
"Jake Cavanaugh..." Salvo replied.
"The Red Dragon? No way, you gotta be kidding me..." Eddie went.
"I wish I was joking," Salvo replied.
"Man..." Eddie replied.
Immediately Mason's cellphone rang. Both Salvo and Eddie quieted down as Mason answered the phone.
"Hello, Storm here..." Mason answered.
"Mason, this is Chun-Li," said the voice.
"Chun-Li? Wow, it's been awhile... What's up?"
"I'm in Chicago right now on business... Ryu and the kids are with me," Chun-Li replied.
"How's Ryu doing?" Mason asked.
"Doing good with running the dojo and such," Chun-Li answered.
"We should get together for dinner," Mason said.
"I know of a good place," Eddie jumped in.
"Who's that in the background?" Chun-Li asked.
"My partner Robert Salvo and his friend Chicago PD Detective Eddie Randolph," Mason replied.
"There's a pizza place. Serves the best Chicago style deep dish pizza," Eddie explained.
"Mmmm, haven't had pizza in awhile..." Mason said.
"That sounds perfect," Chun-Li said.
"Just ask around where the best deep dish is at," Eddie commented.
"Okay, see you tonight," Chun-Li replied as she laughed.
"I gotta go see my brother. Eddie, show Mason around Chitown," Salvo said.
"Sure," Eddie said.
The elevator doors opened as Salvo went one way. Eddie Randolph and Mason Storm went the other direction.
Jake Cavanaugh sat in his cell and contemplated about the deal that both Mason and Salvo told him about. He was offered a deal. All he had to do was find that sick and twisted son-of-a-bitch. But, he really didn't like the fact that he had to work with a group of 'pigs'. But this was his only ticket out of freedom.
He was serving multiple life sentences. Almost got the death penalty for killing those two police officers during the bank robbery escape. Jake lived a bad life. He had to make the best out of things. His mother was dead. His abusive father was dead. And his older brother Ryan was dead. Other four siblings were never heard from again. Oldest sister was confined to the nuthouse.
What decision will Jake, The Red Dragon make?
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Eddie Randolph
Age- 23
Nationality- USA, African-American
Fighting Style- Western Kickboxing
Occupation- Chicago Police Officer
Height- 6'0
Weight- 178 lbs.
Special Moves-
Upper Slash- Eddie throws an uppercut that slashes upward in an arc.
Wave Upper- Same as Upper Slash. But, he throws a wave of energy.
Air Wave Upper- Same as Wave Upper. But in the air.
Aerial Upper- Rising corkscrew uppercut with both fists.
Spinning Upper- Eddie throws a powerful spinning uppercut.
Shadow Kick- Eddie throws three kicks with after images following behind.
Double Vision- Eddie splits into two and does four roundhouse kicks from both sides.
Super Moves-
Triple Wave- Three Wave Uppers.
Tornado Slasher- A tornado surrounds Eddie as a does a powered up Upper Slash.
Shining Crescent- Eddie does a somersault and does an axial kick that keeps him suspended in the air. 20 Hits.
Jake Cavanaugh
Full Name: Jacob Randolph Cavanaugh
Known Aliases: Jake, The Red Dragon
Occupation: Criminal-For-Hire
Age: 24
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 225 lbs.
Nationality: American, Caucasian
Special Moves:
Dragon Fire - Jake's version of the Hadoken. It is flame red and burns his opponent as it connects. Can be done in the air.
Dragon Cyclone - A modified version of Fei-Long's Shienkyaku into a Hurricane Kick.
Dragon Ascension - Jake charges forward with a Burning Knuckle and rises into a Dragon Punch.
Psycho Upper - A faster and higher version of Cody's Criminal Upper.
Cyclone Crack - Jake performs Cody's Crack Kick spinning around like a ground version of the Hurricane Kick.
Devil Driver - An explosive Screw Piledriver that doesn't travel as far into the air, but equals the amount of damage done.
Turbo Charge - Jake performs a powerful shoulder tackle that can knock his opponent all the way across the fighting arena.
Shooting Range - Jake pulls out his Colt .45 and Desert Eagle and fires both of them at the same time until his clips for each gun run dry.
Grenade Toss - Jake pulls out a hand grenade and tosses it at his opponent, detonating as it strikes them or after laying for a few seconds.
Jagged Edge - Jake pulls out a large combat knife from his shin holster and charges forth with a jagged slashing motion putting his opponents into a world of hurt.
Super Moves:
Manhunt - Jake grabs a sharp object and channels his energy through it, performing several devastating slashes in a row similar to Haohmaru, Ukyo, Genjuro, or Galford's attacks with powerful arcs that can travel short distances. Very bloody up close. Can be performed with any sharp object be it a katana sword, machete, combat knife, meat cleaver, axe, chainsaw, or even a large shard of glass.
Dragon Geyser - Jake's version of Terry's Power Geyser maneuver.
Hell Wheel - Jake leaps into the air and performs a double Flash Kick launching waves of fire at his opponents down on the ground at the same time.
Death Rocker - A devastating chain wrestling combo where Jake starts with two German Suplexes, followed by a Powerbomb, a piledriver, and then a Frankensteiner.
Robert Salvo
Age- 37
Nationality/Ethnicity- USA/African-American
Fighting Style- Law Enforcement Arts
Occupation- FBI Agent
Height- 6'1
Weight- 183 lbs.
Special Moves-
Takedown- Salvo executes a police takedown.
Running Chop- Salvo executes a running chop that creates a flash of energy.
Spinning Chop- Salvo executes two spinning chops that leave a ring of energy. The ring can be launched at opponents.
Power Kick- Salvo executes a sliding side thrust kick that sends his opponents flying.
Machinegun Elbow- Salvo jabs his elbow repeatedly into the gut and makes his way forward to the face.
Foot Launcher- Salvo executes a powerful glowing front kick that sends his opponents flying.
Super Moves-
Handcuff Beatdown- Salvo quickly slaps the cuffs to his wrist and that to his opponent. Salvo throws and drags his opponent around while beating him/her to a pulp.
Super Punch- Powerful 1-Hit KO.
Handgun Blast- Handgun with impact concussion rounds.