AN: Okay, I know I'm not gaining any credibility with these long update times, but I now present the long awaited chapter 3 of unsung hero. Due to the huge break, the writing may seem a little off, but just bear with me. All will smoothen out eventually. No, over the past few years I did not obtain Capcom character rights, so I still do not own Cammy. But I'm still tryin! (Oh, and just as a note, Barlog is almost always portrayed as being an idiot, but I think, he probably couldn't have gotten that far in Shadowloo by his punch alone. If you don't like it, tough)

Klyde sat back in his hotel room in downtown Hong Kong. What an exciting night! Klyde had just managed to defeat the movie star Fei Long in a cage match no more than an hour ago. The adrenaline still pumped through his veins as he thought back to the fight. He thought back to when he had decided to go on his pilgrimage to find Dan, the pink wearing street fighter.

(Cue cheesy flashback music)

"Klyde, what the hell are you doing with your life?"

"What are you talking about, mom?"

"What are you going to accomplish the way things are going now?"

"Well, I just won five bucks on this lottery ticket!" Klyde held up a "lucky sevens" scratch off ticket with a cheesy grin.

Klyde's mother sighed." You're a real idiot."

Klyde nodded, the grin not leaving his face.

"But seriously, Klyde. You work at a supermarket. You are making nine dollars an hour. You can't even afford rent! What are you doing with your money?"

"I'm saving it up!"

Klyde's mother smiled for the first time this whole conversation . "So you're finally going to listen to me and go to college?"

Klyde shook his head. "Nope. I'm saving up to go on a trip around the world. Another six months and I should be good to go!"

"What are you gonna do that for? How will that help you in the long run?"

"I'm gonna train! And I'll find Dan, the street fighter!"

"Klyde! The real world doesn't work like that! Your stupid 'fighting' doesn't accomplish anything! You need to invest in college, and get a better job, while you are still young!"

"But what about living my life?"

"How can you live life without money?"

"But I can win money by fighting!"

Klyde's mother frowned. "You can't make money like that. There are professional fighters out there. You wouldn't stand a chance!"

Klyde's grin disappeared and his eyes narrowed. "Wow. Some encouragement. Well, I don't care what you say! I'm leaving in six months!" Klyde got up and ran out of the door, breaking the door off of the hinges in rage as he left.

"Wow. And here I am. I won my first street fight! I guess I proved you wrong, huh, mom?" Klyde grinned. "I think I'm going to go out and get some grub." He hopped off of his bed and head out onto the streets.

Klyde was whistling as he walked down the street. Nothing could ruin my great mood. As he passed a particularly dark alley, he heard rather loud voices floating out onto the street.

Ooooohhhh! Secret meeting! I bet it's just two bums... but I'm gonna go listen in.

Klyde edged his way into the alley. The further in he got, the louder the voices got.

"So, you're in then?" , a first voice asked.

"If this psycho drive can get us as much money as you say it can, you know I'm in!" came a second voice.

"Good. I'll give you my clearance card so you can access the room it's in. Remember, Birdie, you have to be very careful. One slip up and you'll blow up the whole base with it's power. The psycho drive is not something to be trifled with. And keep in mind it's the boss's most prices possession. It's always really heavily guarded. Are you sure you can do this?"

"Of course, Balrog! You think I'm dumb or somethin?"

Barlog paused for a moment. "The thought may have crossed my mind. But you're the best henchman we've got, so you shouldn't have any problems taking out the guards. I hafta go, but speaking of taking out, we have a little eavesdropper on our hands. He doesn't leave this place alive, got it?"

Birdie nodded. Barlog went down one end of the alley, and Birdie stepped out onto Klyde's opening. The light revealed Birdie to be a huge seven foot darker man, dressed in a ratty sleeveless leather vest and moth eaten denim pants. He had an insane looking mohawk and chains crisscrossing his entire body. Klyde gulped as Birdie pulled out a huge looking knife.

"So, you get your kicks out of peeping in on people, huh kid?"

Klyde shook his head no.

"Well, let me tell you what I get my kicks out of." Birdie licked his blade. "I get my kicks out of blood!"

Klyde jumped back as Birdie's knife stabbed right where he had just been standing. Oh crap! Look how big this guy is! How the hell am I supposed to hurt him?!

As Klyde landed from his jump, Birdie's head connected into Klyde's stomach.

With all the wind knocked out of him, Klyde rolled along the floor. Jeez, this guys too fast! What am I gonna do!!

Birdie grinned as Klyde stood up. "Well kid, are you still having fun?"

Klyde wiped the pained grimace off of his face and smiled. "Sure am, beautiful. You always dance this good, or did you take tango lessons?"

Birdie's grin faded and quickly changes to one of anger. "You don't realize how deep you're in now, do you, punk?"

"What? You wanna marry me?"

"You better quit it with the jokes, small shit! You know who I am?"

Klyde shook his head, deciding no more jokes were necessary. He's big, fast, and has absolutely no sense of humor!

"I work for Shadowloo! You scared yet?"

"Shadowwho?"

"Shadowloo!"

"See? I knew you weren't that stiff! Sounds like something you can dance to!" Klyde began swaying back and forth signing "shadowwho? shadowloo! shadowme? shadowyou!" His song and dance act was cut short as Birdie wrapped his chain around Klyde's neck.

"UIrk!!!!!!" Birdie swung Klyde up into the air and brought him down hard into the ground. Making one swift movement, he brought Klyde up again in a criss cross motion and slammed him again, screaming out, "Murderer chain!"

Klyde sat up, rubbing his neck. "Crap," he coughed out. "Someone needs to work on your manners. You should never choke a dude when he's dancing."

Klyde ran forward and swung a punch at Birdie's face. Birdie smiled as he caught Klyde's fist in his hand. "You wanna talk about manners? I didn't know we were aiming at the face." Birdie threw his free hand out and punched Klyde right in the temple. Klyde dropped, hanging by his hand that was still held by Birdie. From his limp position, Klyde tried to gather strength for a counter assault. He brought his leg around, hoping to catch Birdie low. Birdie chuckled as he caught Klyde's leg. He now held Klyde in the air by one arm and one leg.

"Face it kid, you're outta your league here. Maybe you would do better off fightin this wall." Birdie chucked Klyde into the brickwork of the alley. Klyde got up onto one knee, his arms and legs shaking heavily. Birdie cracked his knuckles and followed him into the alleyway. "It's been fun, but I gotta wrap this thing up. Got an appointment to get to. Good try though, kid."

Klyde looked around in a panic. This is it! I gotta do something or I'm toast! But it's like he knows every move I'm gonna make. How can I catch him off guard?

Klyde thought back to his sparring matches with Bryan. Suddenly an idea began forming.

Klyde and Bryan were fighting at their favorite training ground. As usual, Bryan had the upper hand. Nothing Klyde was throwing out was connecting. Klyde remembered that really advanced fighters could perform a spinning kick in the air. Maybe he could do a weaker one? Klyde ran forward and jumped into the air, bringing his left foot out as he spun to the side. Bryan easily blocked it and pushed his foot, adding extra momentum and dropping the unexpecting Klyde on his ass. Bryan laughed. "Klyde, I saw that kick coming a mile away!"

Klyde shook himself out of his thoughts and smiled. That's it!

He stood up and readied himself. Just as Birdie came within range, he jumped up, pushed himself off the wall, and came in with a fast spinning kick, once again using his left leg. Birdie laughed and used the same counter attack that Bryan had used once before, shoving Klyde's leg and speeding him up. But Klyde had planned for that, and as he spun, he delivered a mid air mule kick with his right leg, connecting with Birdie's right knee. As Klyde landed, he spun around to once again face Birdie and used all of his pent up momentum to deliver a jumping knee thrust into Birdie's solar plexus. The downward force of Birdie's falling combined with the upward force of Klyde's knee met, and sent Birdie sprawling into the ground. As Klyde finshed his move, he remembered himself and screamed out "Spinning scythe kick!" at Birdie's prone body while giving him the peace sign.

Klyde suddenly remembered the conversation that had gotten him into this mess. What was it?.... the psycho drive? Well, if it's as powerful as these guys said it was, it would be really helpful in my quest! I'd better take that card he got along! Klyde wrinkled up his nose as he got close to Birdie and retrieved the ID card from his pocket. The card had a picture of a large black man with a menacing scowl. That must be Balrog. Hmmm... Shadowloo, huh? That's where this thing is held... I'll have to keep my ears out.

And with that, Klyde left Birdie's unconscious form in the alley, lightly singing to himself.. "Shadowloo.... shadowwho....shadowme....shadowyou..."