"Hey chicka, how about some lovin." Bart grinned happily. His grin ended as the girl slapped right across is twisted cheeks. It was a hard blow and he was nearly pushed off his cane. Steve just covered his face in embarrassment. Bart was able to regain control and he yelled at the girl. "Have some decency for the cripple."
"I tell you Steve, these Brazilian women hate me." Bart grumbled with a sour face.
"You said the same thing about the women in Nigeria, Thailand, China, Japan, Korea, America, Canada, Australia and even back home in England." Steve answered as the two walked down the street.
"You think it is because I have a cane?" Bart asked.
"No, it's because you're creepy and you're jerk. A smart jerk, but still a jerk." Steve ridiculed his brother some more. Bart shook his cane at his brother angrily and settled down afterwards at a café. Taking a break from all the sites the two finally got a chance to settle in a little.
"Okay Steve, why are we really here?" Bart asked as he fanned himself with an advertisement he had found on the ground.
"Bart, how about a drink?" Steve asked nervously as he scratched his chin. Bart knew Steve was up to something. Every time Steve talked about alcohol, it usually meant Steve was in some sort of deep trouble.
"What did you do this time? You didn't make secret meetings with the mafia again?" Bart grunted.
"Well, no. You see, I came here to find my biological father." Steve bit into a slice of watermelon and tried to avoid eye contact with Bart.
"You dragged me over half the globe for that. Good lord, I could have been back home watching television with a keg of beer. Why did you bring me along?" Bart angrily bought down his fist on the table.
"Bart, I really need your help. There's no one else I can trust right now." Steve answered.
After a long silence Bart finally gave in. "All right. All right, but no more surprises."
Eddy Gordo had waited until he saw Steve Fox appear over the horizon. He had watched Steve ever since he heard the boxer was coming to Brazil. He knew what Steve was after and part of him wanted to hand the information over. On the other hand, Steve had some sort of connection to the mafia. Eddy silently crouched at the outer rim of a building. When Steve finally walked by, Eddy hopped out of his hiding place.
"We meet again boxer?" Eddy laughed out loud.
"Yes we do, you know why I am here." Steve announced. Bart saw the look in Steve's eyes. He knew a fight was about to begin. The crippled brother knew when to stay out of a fight.
"So are you going to tell me, or do we have to do it the hard way?" Steve asked.
"Do you really have to ask?" Eddy shrugged.
"Fine, lets get it over with." Steve went into his boxing stance, ready rumble and break things down. Steve started bouncing on the balls of his toes from side to side, making sure that only the left side of his body was facing his opponent. His chin was tucked in and his hands were loosely guarding his head.
Eddy's stance was completely opposite. Capoeira and boxing were two completely different fighting styles. Capoeira was a martial focused on low kicks while boxing was based on high punches. Eddy had a much greater advantage in this fight. His body was continuously dancing close to the ground, thus he was two low for most of Steve's punches. Secondly, a boxer has very little protection for the legs. Thirdly, a kick was much more powerful than punch. Steve knew that a leg had more mass than a fist, thus created more PSI (Pounds per square inch) than fist.
Eddy made the first move, as Steve suspect tried a low sweeping kick to begin the match. Steve had to feign a retreat at this movement. As a boxer he did not have any defense for such a low attack. It seemed to Eddy that as long as he did not stand up, Steve would not stand a chance. That was Eddy's mistake, for the true key to boxing was not in the power punches, but rather the footwork and defense.
Steve kept on dancing away from each kick, unable to get Eddy from the ground. It was after a while Steve began to go on the offensive. He waited for Eddy to make the kick again. A capoeira fighter's major weakness is that he is always using a lot of fancy moves, thus wasting energy with each movement. After the kick, Steve bum rushed Eddy and took a low stance, allowing him to give a quick jab to the nose. As soon as this happened Eddy tried to swing around, but Steve just hoped back.
Eddy advanced some more, but after each kick, Steve would drop in for the jab. Before Eddy could do anything. Steve would pull back. It was a tedious fight, but Steve did not relent. Steve had the comfort of waiting, but Eddy could not stop moving. Eddy began to realize Steve's plan and started slowing down. The boxer expected this and charged at Eddy head on. Instead of doing a low jab, Steve did one of the dirtiest tricks in boxing, "furring." He stepped on Eddy's foot. Thus Eddy lost both footwork and one of his major weapons.
This forced Eddy to stand slightly erect. He tried to clinch, but Steve ducked the arms. Expecting an uppercut, Eddy covered his face. Steve instead went right at the ribs with a shovel hook. Hooks may not have the same power as crosses or even upper cuts, but they were one of the most unpredictable punches. Eddy leaned to the side as he felt the pain. Still expecting an uppercut, Eddy kept one hand over his face. Steve decided to end the match right then as he delivered a powerful kidney shot. Eddy had enough playing around and returned Steve with a head butt.
The two of them began to grapple, bite, and pull hair in a real street fight. Eddy, was much better on the ground and was able to launch Steve over his body by thrusting both legs into the air. It seemed like Eddy was in control. As Steve got up, Eddy launched himself in Capoeira drop kick, to the chest and skull. Steve would have been finished, but he maneuvered around once more. Eddy scrambled, but was too late. Steve had closed the distance. Like Joe Fraizer himself, Steve delivered a legendary left hook to Eddy's chin. The fight was over.