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How goes it, ladies and gents? It's been QUITE a long time, hasn't it? Nevertheless, it's time for another chapter of FISTS OF CHAOS! Sorry for the severe lack of updates over the past couple of months, but I had to move to another state, and then yet ANOTHER state for reasons that shall remain unknown to many. After getting settled in upon moving into my new place, I managed to find some time to write another chapter. Let's start off with a little prelude to the next round, shall we?
Of Flowers and Honey Bees
4:30 P.M. - Linistit Town, Sylvania
"One more bowl, please!" exclaimed an exuberant honey bee, coincidentally named Charmy Bee. "Well, well. I'd never expect someone to come back for so many helpings of my famous Sirloin Stew. I'd be delighted to give you another serving," the restaurant owner, a golden retriever generously replied. Charmy was overjoyed to hear that he would be obliged as he handed the canine 10 rings. After a couple of minutes, the retriever returned from the kitchen with Charmy's 5th bowl of stew. "Thanks a bunch!" Charmy happily said. Charmy salivated over the delicious entrée, but rather than dive right in like he has with the previous servings, he decided to take a few moments to thoroughly submerse himself in the dish's more common qualities. Charmy stared in awe at the stew's rich ingredients and texture. The scent of the salty grilled beef steak that whisked through the town hypnotized Charmy upon his arrival. The taste of the tender seasoned vegetables, sirloin steak chunks grilled to perfection, all smothered in a tangy and spicy gravy sauce. In spite of a nearly full belly, it only took Charmy 30 seconds before he calmly grabbed his spoon… and hungrily attacked the dish like a savage beast! The cook wouldn't have believed his eyes if hadn't witnessed Charmy's carnal reaction 4 times before. Instead, he was rather humbled that the little insectoid enjoyed his cuisine, so much.
Right before the cook returned to prepare another pot of stew, Charmy (mouth full of stew) impulsively asked, "Hey, mister. So, what's the big deal with this town, anyways? I've never heard about it until somebody told me to stop by." The retriever paused for a moment and took a seat at Charmy's table. He explained, "Well, Linisit Town was once a fortress in the time of battle. Several centuries ago, the soldiers would gather in the distant fortress in preparation to defend his and her royal majesty of Sylvania Castle." "This place used to be part of a battlefield. That's AWESOME!" Charmy exclaimed with excitement, "So who was the battle against?" The cook replied, "Actually, there were about three major battles for the Kingdom of Sylvania. There was the battle of St. Kintobar, the Battle against Pumpkin Hill, which may have been the most terrifying. And there was one battle that ended in a stalemate, which resulted into a peace treaty between the two kingdom." "Really? Who was THAT battle against?" Charmy asked, slurping the what was left of his stew. After a few moments of pondering, the cook responded, "Hmm…I believe it may have been the battle against the Golden Hive Colony, but I may be wrong." Shocked by the answer, Charmy instantly spat out the stew sauce and nearly choked. "Whoa! Are you okay, young man?" asked the cook as he rushed to Charmy's aid. "NONONONO! I'm okay! I'm okay!" Charmy nervously answered, "I guess I was just eating too fast! That's all!" He gulped the last of the sauce and said, "Thanks a lot for the food. It was great! Uh…I gotta go now. See ya!" "Enjoy your stay," said the cook as Charmy rushed out of the restaurant. "Hmm…I guess even the prince, himself, needs a vacation every now and then. I wonder what brought him here?"
Charmy made it quite a distance from the restaurant before coming to a stopping point and regaining his composure. Charmy Bee is the rightful heir to the throne of the Golden Hive Colony. Since his birth, Charmy has had legions of servants wait on his hand and foot. They've feed him gourmet meals three times a day, dressed him in lavish attire, and even bathed him on a near daily basis. However, with great pampering cam even greater responsibility. Through his 10 years, he had to undergo intricate musicianship lessons, extensive hours of education, and vigorous martial arts training from the Militant Bee Combat Academy. Although he exceeded at all the aforementioned subjects, his boredom gradually grew with each passing day. And being the young and energetic, Charmy's energy could not be contained. To rid himself of boredom, Charmy would often pull pranks on the nobles and servants for the sake of a good laugh. His mischievous, playful nature often landed him into strict supervision of the King and Queen, which he absolutely despised.
When the time drew nigh to officially solidify Charmy's position as Prince of the Golden Hive Colony, Charmy was overwhelmed with the pressure of future responsibilities. So, one late evening, Charmy slipped out of his room and fled from his kingdom with backpack full of commoner's clothes he acquired- A black and orange baseball cap; a yellow shirt with a large zipper on the front and a thick, black stripe running down both sides; black jeans with yellow straps on sides; black, orange and yellow fingerless gloves; and a pair of orange and black sneakers with black stripes- as well as money for food. By the time King Bee, Queen Bee, his sister Princess Bee, and the nobles and servants discovered that the prince was missing in action, Charmy was long gone. To add insult to injury, Charmy decided to enter the "Fists of Chaos World Martial Arts Tournament" for the sake of a thrill. Considering his combat training, he figured he was skilled enough to hold his own. For now, he felt he should keep a low profile, acting as an everyday kid as opposed to royalty.
Linisit Town allowed him to do just that, as the setting was nothing like his lavish estate. The town was a moderate sized old world village, which was towered by the ruins of Sylvania Castle from the mountain side. It was apparent that the bad blood between two kingdoms had been forgotten. Upon Charmy's arrival, no one knew (or probably even cared) about his status as prince. The townspeople were so humble and welcomed him with open arms, regardless of his nationality. It was an atmosphere that easily helped him blend in with the commoners.
Just then, Charmy felt an object pelt him in the back of his head. Rubbing his head in pain, he turned to see where it came from. It turned out that a group of small children, no older than 5 years of age, had thrown a baseball at him. "Nyah! You can't catch us! You can't catch us!" a black male puppy teased in sing-song tone, making a silly face. Charmy wasn't willing to back out of a challenge and immediately gave chase through the town. He was hot on the children's trail, having already caught up with a little grey mouse. The pup and a kitten girl decided to throw Charmy off by splitting in two different directions. Charmy decided to focus on the kitten and quickly caught up with her. The puppy was long gone, but Charmy had the advantage of flight at his disposal. The puppy caught sight of Charmy hovering overhead, quickly closing in. Yet, as fast as he tried to run, Charmy easily caught him…and tickled the mischievous pup into submission. "Okay! Hahahaha! OKAY! I Give!" "Hmph! Still think I can't catch you?" Charmy gloated.
"T.K.! How long does it take you to go get a baseball?!" said a puppy that was roughly Charmy's age. "Sorry, T.J.," The younger pup shamefully replied as he handed the ball to his older brother, "I was just playing with my new friend." Charmy was caught off guard that the little tykes had befriended him already. "New friend, huh?" Judging by the way T.J. and group of his peers slowly confronted him, Charmy wasn't sure if he was as welcome in Linisit Town as he thought. "Hey, um…" "Charmy. Charmy Bee," he introduced himself. "Cool. Nice to meet you. Anyways, we're tryin' to get a quick game in before sundown, but we're one man short. Wanna play?" T.J. offered. Charmy vigorously nodded in acceptance, "Count me in!" On that note, he joined the kids in a well-rounded game of baseball that lasted until sunset.
Two hours later, the children had been beckoned to return to their homes, and Charmy also decided to retire for the evening (considering the big match was the following day). He returned to the cozy room he rented at a nearby inn and flopped on his bed. Comfortably recollected on the day's events in the dimly candle-lit quarters, Charmy couldn't help but think of how much fun he had (fun he probably would have never experienced in his kingdom). He blew out the candle near his bedside and said to himself, "Tomorrow's gonna be a blast. I know it!"
MEANWHILE…
10:30 A.M.-Station Square International Airport
*BING*
"Now boarding for Flight 1193: Departing from Station Square; Destination to Sylvania. Thank you."
"Amy, are sure you want to go through with all of this?" asked a fuchsia colored hedgehog who appeared to be in her late thirties. Amelia "Amy" Rose, a hot-pink teenage hedgehog with short quills who wore a red & white sleeveless sweater dress, matching boots and a headband, groaned in frustration. "Ugh. For the twentieth time, mom; My mind is made up," she replied. "There's always time for second thoughts," said the mother, trying to convince her daughter to change her decision. However, the young hedgehog was steadfast on her hidden mission. "Mom, I made a promise and I've got to keep my end of the deal. I can't back out of this. This is a once in a life time chance!" The protective mother cried, "Oh, you're just like your father, sometimes. Stubborn as a mule! I wish you would've let US know about this first, and I'm sure HE'D agree with me if he wasn't on another business trip!" Amy had finally lost her patience with her parent's insistence. "Well, I would have told you. But I PROBABLY wouldn't be catching this plane, right now! Stop treating me like I'm a baby! I'm flying to Sylvania for my first match, and that's final!" she retorted. However, her look of frustration began to wane when she saw tears falling from her mother's eyes. The mother sighed, "Sweetheart, I'm not trying to baby you. I want you to pursue your dreams. I just…I just don't want you to get hurt in the process." Amy grabbed her mother's hand in consolation and replied, "You and dad told me if I really want something, I have to go after. You said some things are worth suffering for," Amy could barely control her own tears, but remained calm, "I don't mind taking a few hits to make my dreams come true." Amy's mother could do nothing more but respect her daughters statement. "I love you so much, honey. I'm so proud of you," she said, pulling her Amy in for a tight but loving embrace. Amy returned the embrace, as well as the mutual feeling of care.
*BING*
"This is the final boarding call for Flight 1193: Departing from Station Square; Destination to Sylvania. Thank you."
Drying her tears, Amy's mother regained her composure and said, "Well, you don't want to miss your flight. You'd better get going!" Amy made her way to the flight gate but was stopped by her mom one last time, who gave a smug smirk. "Make sure you smack 'em at least once for my and your father, got it?" Amy nodded and laughed, "Got it!" With that, Amy finally boarded the aircraft.
Amy finally found her seat upon boarding the plane, which was fortunately in first class. As she awaited the plane's ascension, Amy decided to put in her ear buds and vibe to her music as she reclined in her seat, reminiscing on the events that transpired leading up to her tournament entry.
FLASHBACK
Station Square- Twinkle Park
Station Square is one of the largest metropolises in the United Federation, as well as being the most world renowned. The city is known for its rich culture, and more so for its most attractions that have garnered worldwide tourism. One of its most notable attractions was Twinkle Park, a large amusement park settled near the center of Station Square. Twinkle Park has attracted tourist from all around the United Federation to a few other countries. Many have come to this amusement for its rides. Some come for the special events. Other's just come to bask in its joyous essence. No matter what the reason, hundreds of thousands of patrons came enthused and departed overwhelmed with new found happiness. However, Twinkle Park wasn't always as prosperous as it may have seemed to the untrained eyes of the public. Behind the scenes, there was an entirely different story known to only a close few.
"LOOK AT THIS MESS!" yelled a slender, disgruntled raccoon, "These readings are downright HORRIFYING!" "Actually, Mr. Coop, t-they aren't as bad as they may seem," a chubby pig with large glasses commented. Judging by the look of his supervisor's face, the swine may have said something that completely contradicted what the charts suggested. "Heinz. Take a CLOSE look at these charts," Mr. Coop said in an eerily calm voice, "Based on the information you've gathered, what does this particular chart say about our participation rate compared to last year?" Heinz examined the chart and answered, "Er…it seems that our participation rate has declined by 22%." "Good job, Heinz. Next chart; what does this one say about the satisfaction rate with the special events we've hosted over the past 6 months?" Heinz was starting to regret making his previous comment, but he answered, "I-it shows that t-the customer s-satisfaction rate h-has been on a gradual decline since March of this year, sir." Mr. Coop was ecstatic with Heinz's accurate response, but Heinz knew this was the beginning of a meltdown. "Excellent analysis, Mr. Heinz! Now, for the final chart; What does this ESPECIALLY important graph say about Twinkle Park's income rate since this month of last year?" By then, Heinz was sweating profusely like the pig he was. "T-t-t-the ch-ch-chart s-s-s-s-shows that T-T-Twinkle Park's i-i-income rate has d-d-d-d-dropped by… $1.6 million since l-l-last year." "So, Mr. Heinz. As a bonus question; Do you still seriously think that THESE READINGS ARE NOT AS BAD AS THEY MAY SEEM?!" Mr. Coop angrily asked, his voice growing louder with every word. Unable to take the pressure, Heinz frantically bolted out of the conference room. Mr. Coop massaged his temple and sighed, "Great. Now, I have to hire a new analyst.
The remaining members in the meeting sat there in awkward silence, unsure of what to say about the current situation. "Don't just sit there! Come up with something!" Mr. Coop exclaimed, "We need something to bring in some new faces. We need SOME WAY to expand our name bigger than it ever was. How else is Twinkle Park supposed to flourish?" The Twinkle Park administrative staff began to chatter amongst themselves. They were quite confused by what Mr. Coop was implying. In spite of the shaking ratings of the amusement park, there was still high critical acclaim. "None of you understand, do you? We've become a big name in the United Federation, but why should we stop here?" explained Mr. Coop, "I want to take Twinkle Park to the next level. I want Twinkle Park to gain international notoriety!" The staff members were astounded by their boss's vision. "All we need is something big. Something HUGE. Something that would have the entire planet's attention in a full nelson!" One staff member, a female antelope, decided to make a suggestion. "Well, Mr. Coop, there is has been a lot of speculation about the world martial arts tournament coming up. Since we receive a small fraction of shares from Crimson Cloak Enterprise, as well as our machinery from the Robotnik Technology Group, maybe we could try making arrangements for a highly publicized T.V. spot." "Hm. I like how you thin, Marilyn," Mr. Coop commented, "Yet, it's not guaranteed they will agree with us on this. What we need is a viable representative; A mascot, even," Mr. Coop slowly paced back and forth, racking his brain thinking of a solution, "But who could stand as a great representation of Twinkle Park? Better yet, what if someone was willing to enter the competition in Twinkle Park's honor? With worldwide broadcasting, the park would be nearly impossible to ignore!" Mr. Coop looked up from his thoughts and saw his subordinates looking at him nervously. Mr. Coop shook his head and said, "Before any of you decide to jump ship, the answer is NO; None of YOU will be the main representative for Twinkle Park." The staff exhaled in relief when he confirmed that no one would become sacrificial lambs, so to speak.
That's where Amy Rose entered the picture. Amy was the daughter of a professional florist and a successful businessman. With the surplus of income both parents brought to the table, the family lived a secure lifestyle where they were free to travel with little fear of repercussions. Amy traveled all around the country, and would occasionally take trips to foreign lands on few of her father's business trips. Nevertheless, there was no place like her home in Station Square. Amy would regularly attend the circuses, music concerts (most notably of Justin Beaver), and annual cultural festivals. There was one place, however, that she would visit religiously. That place was none other than Twinkle Park. Since she first visited the amusement park at age 8, Amy has ridden each ride at least twice in her life, gradually working her way from the more kid friendly rides to high thrill roller coasters. She's mastered nearly every carnival game Twinkle Park had to offer. She's come to the park so many times, that she practically knew the personnel on a first name basis.
One Friday afternoon, she decided to make one routine visits to the park to joyfully scream her schoolyard troubles away. She decided to start out slow and head to the arcade to play her favorite fighting game "Saikoashi", and selected her favorite character: a female fighter wielding a large hammer. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder and flinched. "Hello, Miss Amy Rose," said a grey male hare. "Oh! Hi, Richard! You startled me a bit!" Amy replied. Richard laughed and responded, "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I wanted to let you know that Mr. Coop wanted to see you." "See ME? Why does he need to meet with me?" said Amy as she continued to pummel her opponent with button combinations. "Well, he didn't fill me in on the details, but he said that he wanted to discuss something important with you." Curious about the purpose of the request, Amy completely abandoned her game and followed the hare to the owner's office.
Amy finally made it to Mr. Coop's lavish office, which had an excellent view overlooking all of Twinkle Park. "You've finally arrived. Please have a seat, Miss Rose," said Mr. Coop. As requested, Amy sat in the chair in front of the raccoon's desk. "So, Mr. Coop. You wanted to discuss something with me?" Mr. Coop smiled and answered, "Why, yes. Yes, I do." He casually crossed his legs and continued, "You see, we've been watching you for quite some time, Miss Rose. We know of your father connections in the corporate world, as I have personally spoken to him on a few occasions. He's a great businessman, I must say." Apparently, Mr. Coop knew more about Amy than the rest of the staff did. "You're one of the most habitual visitors of Twinkle Park, which makes you our most familiar and valued customer. Why, you're practically considered family here, Miss Rose!" Amy said, "I really appreciate your generosity, Mr. Coop, but I'm still unsure of what you called me in here for. I'm a bit confused, to be honest." Mr. Coop saw this as the perfect time to reveal his plan for Amy and Twinkle Park. "Amy, as our most valued customer, we want you to serve as our top representative of Twinkle Park. With your love for Twinkle Park, you're thorough knowledge of the parks attractions, and your ecstatic, bubbly personality, you qualify as top candidate for the perfect icon of the amusement park!" "I-icon? Me?! Mr. Coop, I- I don't know what to say!" Amy stammered. Be that as it may, the deal was too good to be offered for free. Mr. Coop explained, "However, there is one test I you must take before I give you your objective. Follow me, Amy Rose."
Five minutes later, Amy was lead to another room, which looked like a hall of heroes and artifacts of Twinkle Park's history. "Miss Rose, your test will be a test of strength, endurance, speed, and skill. Within 15 minutes, you are to defeat the enemies that will stand before you. If you succeed, you will have proved that you are worthy of this mission. If you fail, we will pretend this meeting never occurred and leave you to the rest of your day at Twinkle Park," Mr. Coop informed. "Wait a minute. Defeat enemies?! Are you telling me to fight or something?!" asked a perplexed Amy. "That's correct. This test will go hand in hand with your mission. Don't worry. We have two things that will aid you in this test." With that statement and the press of a remote control button, a hatch slowly opened behind Amy. In this hatch were two three items: a pair of white gloves with a pink trim; a pair of pink bracelets; and last but not least, a giant yellow, red and pink hammer. "What you are looking at is the famous Piko Piko Hammer," Mr. Coop explained, "We were going to give it to a person who excelled at all of our carnival games, but we believe it will now serve a greater purpose than bragging rights. The gloves will provide great dexterity and a solid grip during your test. The bracelets, aside from matching your fur color, will help provide extra control of the hammer, although they will not give you a strength advantage." Amy equipped herself with the gloves and bracelets and grabbed the hammer by its long hilt, which was heavy but surprisingly manageable. Mr. Coop escorted Amy into an elevator and said, "After reaching the next room below, your test will begin at the start of the clock. Good luck, Miss Rose." After pressing the "down" button, the elevator closed and descended to the lower tier.
Amy walked out of an elevator and into a strategic space training room. There were surveillance cameras in every corner and a large digital counter set to 15:00. "Once again, Miss Rose, you have 15 minutes to successfully defeat the enemies you face. Good luck! Begin!" As soon as the timer started, a small wave of security androids emerged from several hatches, surrounding Amy relatively quickly. "Oh my gosh. It's just like the bonus round in Saikoashi before the final boss!" she thought. Even though she was greatly outnumbered, Amy was not threatened. She launched into action and began taking out the androids, all while defending herself against any attacks they launched. The onlookers viewing from the top tier were dumbfounded by Amy's finesse in the simulated battlefield. Contrary to her spunky personality, Amy received Kung Fu lessons after school for her body, mind and soul. As for her surprising grace with the exceptionally large hammer, let's just say she mastered the hammer wielder of "Saikoashi" in more ways than one. After an extensive period of time, Amy had finally defeated the last android (which was about the 20th). The time limit to defeat all 20 androids was 15 minutes. Amy passed her test with flying colors in less than 6 minutes!
*CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP*
Mr. Coop emerged from the elevator to applaud Amy for her prowess. "OUTSTANDING JOB, Miss Rose! I'm overwhelmed by how quickly you accomplished your task! Most people wouldn't make it pass 3 minutes without throwing in the towel." Amy blushed and replied, "Thanks, Mr. Coop. So what's my assignment?" "THIS!" Mr. Coop handed her an invitation to the Fist of Chaos World Martial Arts Tournament, "I want you to compete in the tournament as a representative of Twinkle Park. If you do, you'll receive LIFETIME ACCESS to Twinkle Park; Free of Charge. And if you win…hehehehe…how would you like a Grade "A" roller coaster built in your honor, immortalizing your place in the park's history?" Amy's emerald eyes lit up with excitement. She often wished that she could come to Twinkle Park any time she wanted without going into her (or her parents') pockets. Yet she never fathomed the thought of her own ride and a seat on the throne of the Twinkle Park dynasty. Without a second thought she answered, "WHERE DO I SIGN UP?!"
END OF FLASHBACK
Amy still couldn't believe this was all happening, but she remained focused on her objective, nevertheless. As the plane began to speed down the runway and begin its ascension to the sky, Amy decided to layback in her set and drift into sleep. By the looks of it, she was in for a long flight, and she was going to need all the rest she could get.
Well, that's about all the time I have ladies and gentlemen. I originally wanted to put the meet-up and brawl scene in this chapter, but it probably would've been 7 or 8K + words and I didn't wanna put you guys through that kind of torture. So before we see how they fight, I showed you WHY they fight. This formula will remain consistent throughout the story, but the overall execution is subject to change. For some characters, you'll get the reason for each competitor's entry outright. For others, you'll get it later or in spurts. In the meantime, you're technically getting the 2nd Round in 2 parts. Consider this chapter part 1. Review and share the hell outta this story to friends of friends. Be sure to check out my other fan-fic "D-Set: Trouble Comez N 3s!" Thanks for reading and deuces!
Author's Inspirational Playlist:
On Our Way- Final Fantasy VII
Touch and Go- Tekken 4
Casino Park- Sonic Heroes
Un Deux Trois- Tekken Tag Tournament 2
Author's Visual Inspiration:
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