AN- Look, look! Two updates in two days! I must be getting close to some sort of record! Now everyone is sure to love me! .....Maybe. Oh well, nothing really interesting of note at the point, so I'll just jump into the story.

Klyde was in a mood of unsurpassed joy. The endorphins were still flowing through his brains, so his injuries had not fully made themselves known.

"I can't believe it! I'm so awesome! I'm a real fighter now! Klyde: one ... the universe: nothing!!!"

Klyde's path took him to the door of a bar. Feeling elevated, and a little cocky, Klyde decided to step in.

The inside of the bar was very shabby in appearance. The walls were covered with posters with words Klyde could not understand. Most of the tables had varying degrees of grime on them, and were cluttered with discarded plates and glasses. The air was stale with smoke, and music that was very displeasing to Klyde's ears were playing.

Klyde smiled. "Man, I love bars!", he exclaimed as he sat at a stool by the bar.

The bartender walked over to Klyde and looked him up and down. Klyde realized his gi was torn up, and bruises were forming. He most of looked like hell worn over. "I feel ya kid. Hong Kong can be a rough place" , the bartender said, as if reading Klyde's thoughts. "I know how it feels to lose a fight." Klyde went to proclaim his victory, when the bartender dropped a beer onto the bar. "Here, kid. First one's on me." Klyde stopped, thought for a moment, and then whined. "Yea, he hurt me really bad. I'm not sure if one beer can mend the damage." The bartender smiled. "Nice try, but these come out of my pay. You're lucky you got one." Klyde nodded. "Fair enough."

The bartender walked off to take care of the other patrons. Klyde turned to his inner thoughts as he began drinking his beer. So now I'm looking for a psycho drive, whatever that is. All I know is that it's at shadowloo, and its behind a sealed door. Oh yea, and that its really powerful. ... damn, I really don't know much about it, do I? I'll just have to start paying really close attention to what's going on.

Several hours later....

"Wahoo! Gimme anoth'r beer! An' put som vodka init this time, would ya??" Klyde had spent the last few hours steadily drinking, his beverages ranging from beer to sake to bourbon. The technical term would be "toe up drunk". He had money, he had won a big fight, and he had a plan. Nothing could touch him now.

In the tradition of foreboding narration, at the same time as the last sentence was being read, a man sat down next to Klyde and quietly ordered a shot of sake. Klyde did not take any notice, as he was replaying his previous fight in his head, while visibly and verbally cheering for himself. "Yea Klyde! Go dude! Kick that guy again!" Klyde yelled. As he screamed, he waved his arms wildly, knocking over the mysterious strangers sake in the process. The man shook his clothes off and unleashed his best glare at the back of Klyde's head. Klyde paused, his drink midway to his mouth. In one swift motion, he swung his head around, bringing himself an inch away from the man's face. Klyde sniffed once or twice and grimaced. "You're too drunk to fight me. You reek of sake.", Klyde proclaimed in heavy breath, face still an inch from the angering man. "Besides, I'm busy kicking this Russian dude's ass" Klyde said as he took another mouthful of Vodka down. "So I don't have time to beat you up."

The man stood up suddenly and grabbed Klyde by his already ripped gi. Klyde looked the man up and down. He was wearing a red ninja's gi, but strangely, his face wasn't covered. He had tussled black hair that hadn't seen a comb in years. Everything about him screamed 'ninja, until Klyde came to his feet. "Sneakers...?" at that moment, the part of the gi that Guy had been holding had snapped and Klyde hit the floor.

Klyde scrambled off of the floor and growled. "Now you're ripping my gi?!"

Now that Klyde's gi was ripped, his extensive injuries were showing. The ninja hesitated for a moment. Maybe this isn't worth it. He's just a drunk with a big mouth. The ninja went to back off when Klyde shoved his foot in his mouth again.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going? You can either give me money for a new gi, or you can give me your name so I know who's ass I'm gonna kick!"

The ninja turned back to face Klyde and narrowed his eyes into what he hoped passed for a cool look of death. "What's the matter? The last guy who kicked your ass didn't humble you enough?"

"Ha! Shows how much you know! I won that fight!"

The bartender stuck his head out from a back room. "Hey! That means you're paying for that beer!"

Klyde's opponent laughed. "If that is your victory, I would hate to see your loss. Very well, foolish braggart. My name is Guy. I am the successor of the Bushin style. I hope you are prepared."

Klyde grinned, trying his hardest to hold his stance without wavering. "Wow. That sure sounds fancy.... Can you back that up?" Klyde went to dash forward, and tripped over his own foot. He stumbled forward and came to a stop several inches away from Guy. "Ha, see, I faked you out! My supposed clumsiness has brought me through your defenses undetected, giving me the chance to...." Guy backhanded Klyde and put him into a table, glasses and flying high into the air and coming down on Klyde's head.

Klyde squatted down to build up power and leapt into the air. "Ha! That puny attack won't..." Guy rolled into a ball as he flipped forward with incredible speed. "Bushin Izuna Otoshi!" he screamed as he barreled towards Klyde. Right as he got close enough, he grabbed Klyde and came out of the roll, planted Klyde through the table in a brutal aerial suplex.

"Ow." Klyde said before he blacked out.