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  1. Fatal Rose
    GET UP!
    K'Dash yells this to himself within his head, he is groggy, hurt, and
    physically he wants out of this contest. But his opponent is
    unrelenting. He will not stop until Ian is completely defeated. Ian is
    facing the always dangerous Australian veteran Chaotica, Shoma is
    watching and yelling out advice. "GET UP!" "HE IS EXHASUTED, TAKE
    ADVANTAGE!" Ian understands what Shoma is saying, Chaotica has the
    advantage but is utterly gassed, reason as to why he can't fully seize
    the advantage over Ian and put him away for good. Ian is aware of his
    opportunity but he can't seem to capitalize, to much pain, he is
    bleeding from his nose, and he to be totally exhausted. Shoma screams
    at him again "THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE!" A sudden surge of
    desperation came over Ian, while realizing this is in fact his last chance and
    losing here would drop him down in the rankings and end his undefeated
    streak. He somehow manages to get back to his feet, "This is a gut
    check." he thinks to himself. He now has two opponents to fight,
    Chaotica, and the wear and tare of his brutally battered and beat down
    physical state. Chaotica runs forth, readying his final blow, he
    telegraphs due to being physically spent. Ian can see the blow coming
    and evades delivering a side stepping defensive move at the same time,
    which was a double axe handle smash to the chest. It sends Chaotica reeling and
    down to one knee tired and hurt. Ian knows this is his one chance to
    end the fight, he runs forth and delivers his signature 'Shining
    Wizard' maneuver, his knee/shin area crashes into the side of
    Chaotica's head, knocking him out completely. Ian regains his footing
    and notices his fallen opponent has been put to sleep. He screams in
    celebration and the crowd roars in approval. He is about to collapse
    but Shoma rushes over and catches him before he falls. Shoma is
    incredibly worried about Ian's health after such a grueling match, Ian
    looks at Shoma as if nothing is wrong with a brash smirk on his young
    face saying "looks like we have an update to my highlight reel", Shoma
    laughs and helps Ian collect the prize money as they leave the
    underground New York arena.
     
    "So how did he do Shoma?"
    "He won barely.."
    "But he still won right?!"
    "That's right."
    "Hey Axl our boy Ian won, he is still undefeated!"
    "Ok man well I gotta go, we are about to catch the next flight back to
    Montreal, see you soon."
    "Bye Shoma, tell K congrats on still being undefeated,"
    "Sure thing, bye Diso."
    "See ya."
     
    Right after Shoma closed his cell Ian came walking up slowly with
    somewhat of a limp.
    "Back from the souvenir shop I see? "
    "Yeah nigga, had to get a few things. Not often that I visit the states."
    "Don't say nigga, foo! You aint black!"
    "Eh.. Sorry man. Online joke chat sometimes carries over to real life."
    "It's cool man, just flocking with you."
    "Heh, don't come at me like that man after a fight, I am still a bit
    on edge and feel a little shaken up, good God that was a tough fight…"
    K begins to fall deep into thought, Shoma begins to suspect if that
    fight has taken more than just a physical toll on his friend.
    "Lets get on the plain bud, we can recollect on our time here on our
    six hour flight."
    "Alright man, lets go."
    K was mostly quiet the entire flight, aside from a few short words
    here and there and the occasional small talk not much was said. Shoma
    (one of his best friends) did not say much either. The flight was long
    and tiresome, K's injuries seem to stiffen up a bit, causing him
    extreme pain once he stood up to use the restroom. Shoma was very
    happy for Ian, winning such a big fight over a well known opponent in
    the underground circuit. Yet he was deeply disappointed in himself, he
    was defeated that night by fellow fighting upstart Agozer, a
    Kung Fu master from Finland. Not only was he beaten, he was
    humiliated. The fight was a huge mismatch and Shoma was easily beaten.
    The flight was boring, eventually they arrived at the airport greeted
    by there close friends/roomates Disoblige and Axl. Disoblige is a
    young fit Chinese man, dresses very normal/casual, wears glasses and
    always has a nervous smile on his face. Axl on the other hand has a
    exotic European look to him, he hails from Romania, his wealthy
    parents funded his world wide education, he has received schooling in
    England, Ireland, and now Canada. He has black eyeliner on with
    bleached blond hair, a lip piercing to on the left side of his bottom
    lip. He is stylishly dressed in what many may label as "Emo".
    Both rushed over to K and group hugged him, congratulating him on his
    huge upset victory. Disoblige then put his hand on Shoma's shoulder
    and told him in a sympathetic voice "Hey man don't beat yourself up
    over this, it's just one loss man, you can bounce back from this!"
    "I was knocked out in 15 seconds man…"
    Axl lightly punches Shoma on the left arm.
    "Come on man, look at the bright side Shoma, at least your not all
    flocked up like K, he fought for over 8 minutes, nearly got himself
    killed."
    Disoblige then whispered to Axl, "You moron, that's not going to cheer
    him up you idiot!"
    Disoblige puts his arm around Shoma and tells everyone "Come on guys,
    lets go hit the pub, we all could use a drink."
    Axl looked at Disoblige with an awkward look on his face and said
    "Fool, you don't even drink."
    "But you guys do, I am sure they have soda there anyways right?"
    "p.ussy!"
    "Hashanah flock you K, alright guys lets go."
     
    They arrived at Cinders Internet Cafe Bar. "This is such a unique
    place" said Axl. "I mean you find all types here, nerds, hoods,
    Mafioso's, metro's, Gothic's, and us. Never a dull night at Cindy's".
    "Don't let the club owner or any of his cronies hear you say that."
    "Don't be a little biatch Diso, not like I can't take care of myself.
    Besides he is most likely some little hacker basement troll, I doubt
    the rumors about him are true."
    "Well I would hate to find out the hard way, lets just have a good
    time ok? No bar fights please."
    Axl rolls his eyes and heads over to the bar, Diso finds a table and
    saves it for them while they order drinks. His eyes begin to wonder,
    scouting the entire room, seeing if there is anyone to watch out
    for/avoid. The atmosphere is diverse, Goths to the left, nerds/casual
    people all over, trendy dressed people, some guy across the bar all
    steroids up playing pool. Pretty much any type of person you would
    find in Canada is in here. It's a Thursday night, the place is busy so
    his friends are taking somewhat of a long time at the bar. So his eyes
    continue to wonder until they aught a brief glimpse of a perfect
    beauty. Or at least he thought that's what he has seen, so he quickly
    started looking around, searching for her. There she was leaning
    against the bar, he gazed at her side profile, everything was
    perfectly well developed in all the most desirable aspects of a
    woman's body.
     
    He could just not stop staring, she turned and now was facing his
    direction. She did not notice him. Disoblige has always been a shy
    person, but this time he felt something burning inside, he knew that
    passing this up would bother him for the rest of his life. K, Axl, and
    Shoma arrived back with the drinks.
    "Here is everyone's drinks, Axl had the cranberry and vodka, K has the
    adios, and I got the Heineken. Who the flock would order a soda in a
    bar? Oh yeah that's Diso's drink." Everyone begins to laugh but Diso's
    eyes are too fixated on the true matter at hand (of approaching the
    most beautiful girl he has ever seen) to really listen to whatever
    ribbing his friends have going on.
    "I'll be right back."
    "Dude, what the flock! We just got back from the bar with our drinks, I
    paid for your damn soda. Do you know how embarrassing it is to order a
    damn SODA at a BAR?"
    "Chill Shoma, I'll brb."
    "Did you just say 'brb'?
    "Ummm….. Yes, whatever."
    "Why do you keep looking in that direction?"
    "I'm not K, look guys I'll be right back ok?"
    "Wait I know what he is looking at, or should I say WHO he is looking
    at hahahah"
    "Axl, please stfu ok? I will be back, I just want to walk around for a bit."
    "Okay captain obvious, what should I do with your drink?"
    "If the ice melts Shoma I will pay you back, see you guys in a bit."
    Diso walks off towards the right side of the bar tenders table. Where
    the girl is still leaning against.
    "Is he walking up to that sexy chick at the corner of the bar? The one
    with the plaid skirt and sexy body Axl?"
    "Yes"
    "has he got a chance."
    "None at all."
    "haha never thought I see the day, Diso is actually going up to a
    girl. Never thought he would gather up his balls and do it. Why in
    Gods name did he have to pick the hottest one in the bar? Hahaha"
    "Aw crap man he is going to make an absolute fool out of himself,
    should we go easy on him after he gets humiliated and rejected?"
    All three at the same time said "Heellllll NO!" Group laughter ensued.
    As Diso headed towards the bar he felt a heavy pit in his stomach, he
    began to shiver a little, his heart was beating like crazy and he felt
    his face turning bright red. Before he knew it he was standing right
    next to her, trying to act casual/suave/cool. She noticed him, she had
    a feeling he was there for her. Diso began to think to himself, "What
    the hell am I going to say?" She began to speak to the bartender, he
    could not hear exactly what she asked for. Before the bartender could
    see to her order he quickly got her attention, "Madam." She turned her
    head swiftly to see who actually called her madam, Diso quickly said
    "I'll have the same please." "She smiled at him and said "coming right
    up sir.".
     
    "Wow, not many share my taste in drinks, I'm surprised to be honest.
    Not many can handle it."
    Diso thinks "Aw crap." to himself, all he herd was some exotic
    sounding mixed drink. He laughed nervously and smiled at her, not
    saying anything, just stared into her beautiful eyes.
    She looked back at him in a friendly calm way.
    Meanwhile from not to far his friends were watching from there table, laughing.
    "This fool is just staring at her hahahaah, he's not saying anything,
    making a fool of himself."
    They began to laugh so loudly that Diso began to notice it, it
    distracted him a bit, messed up his train of thought. She began to
    look away then back at him, she started to feel awkward because he
    just kept staring without saying anything. Diso finally managed to
    mutter something
    He began to speak in an uncharacteristic suave type voice.
    "So uh, can I get you a drink lady?
    Diso thinks to himself "Why the flock did I just say that?"
    "Well I kinda already ordered my drink remember? You asked for the
    same, I was shocked that you also drank it."
    "Oh yeah. crap I'm sorry. Well can I pay for it?"
    "ummmm… Well if you insist I guess…"
    "Ok I will" Diso said with a smile.
    An older man from a far off distance is at the other end of the bar he
    is sitting and staring at Diso talk to this young woman. He is
    somewhat engulfed in shadow, his white strip of hair on his head
    stands out, his hair is long, his eyes look as if they have been
    through it all. He also has grayed hair within his trimmed beard. He
    is watching, waiting…
  2. Fatal Rose
    "Why the flock am I in Canada? Of all places I have to be here."
     
    The dark figure, hints of platinum striping his fine hair, downs one more shot of Bacardi. He wonders as to the young man’s motives – concerns that tug at his deliberate composure. Another shot later, he reviews the evidence on his PDA.
     
    "What the flock is he doing here? Who does he work for? Are they exchanging info? Looks like
    they are talking in code, flock I think they both made me! DAMN IT – It took me too long to get this far!!"
    Drawing the gun inconspicuously concealed in his trench coat, he gets up, pocketing his expensive toy at the same time.
     
    "I have to make my move soon- this little Chinese flocker is dead!"
     
    ...
     
    "So how often do you come here? To be honest with you this has to be one of my favorite places to go hang out." Disoblige keeps it cool. The mysteriously lady smiles.
     
    "Not often to be honest. Must be pretty boring in America if you think anything of this place. I’m somewhat more accustomed to travel." Her last sentence startles the Chinaman.
     
    "How did you know I'm from America?" His companion chuckles.
     
    "Well it's pretty obvious, and as I just said silly, I travel a lot."
     
    "Ah yes, sorry. Oh wait! I'm sorry for taking forever to ask but... well, what's your name?" Diso tries his best to muster the courage to ask. Although he tries to keep an even note, his lack of confidence is plain to see.
     
    "Bambi," she replies curtly.
     
    "I'm sorry what?"
     
    "Bambi, my name is Bambi sweetie." Her straight face twists into another cheeky smile, which turns Diso’s face as red as a prime lobster. He looks away.
     
    "So what do you do for a living Bambi?" Picking up his drink, he skulls it if only to avoid her gaze.
     
    "Oh my GOD! How can you drink like that??”
     
    "Get used to it, I suppose. Judging from your show back there, I thought you and the bar would be quite familiar..."
     
    "Umm.. Yeah, sorry.” Now Bambi avoids his gaze. “I was just caught off guard. Bartender?"
     
    "How can I help you sir?"
     
    "Another round of the same please."
     
    "Coming right up."
     
    The Chinese man, sensing his companion’s temporary spot of vulnerability, jumps in with a question. "Looks like you need to catch up Bambi- you’re already behind two drinks and two more are on the way. Heh."
     
    "Don't worry about me, just keep the drinks coming... and the good conversation too." Diso instantly thinks to himself – ‘Oh crap... She said good conversation.. hope my stomach can handle the drinks... holy flock that drink tasted like crap... nearly burned a hole in my chest... I’m not going to last much longer... my wallet can’t take too much more of a beating either...’
     
    "I will keep them coming as long as you stay beautiful." Diso winks. Bambi starts to giggle. ‘Wow, she bought that? Why the hell did I just do something so retarded... I’m not tipsy already am I...’
     
    The bartender returns and Diso immediately starts chugging. Before either of them knew it the
    glass was empty. Diso notices his companion- she had just finished her first drink and was barely getting started on the second. "Wow, you drink pretty fast... you must be used to this mustn’t you?"
     
    "I’m an old pro." She notices the incredulous expression on her new friend’s face and so he quickly adds; “At CS. I drink and play CounterStrike.” He immediately feels a sharp sense of dread ‘Why the hell did I bring up CounterStrike?? And in front of a chick???’
     
    "Wow you play Counterstrike- do you know how to handle a gun?"
     
    "Another round please!!” He stops.. ‘Wait..’ ..and looks back up. “No I don't, but I do know how to handle myself. I'm a martial artist after all."
     
    "Oh really? You don't seem like the type."
     
    "That's what everyone thinks. So do you handle guns? Can you handle yourself?" ‘Wow and the award for most sleazy thing ever goes to... DING... Disoblige!’
     
    "I know a thing or two" Bambi winks. Diso words begin to blush again. The bartender brings over two
    more drinks, which end up down his hatch in seconds. He falls off his chair reaching for the glass.
     
    "Okay I think that is enough for you." The bartender leaves the check with Diso.
     
    "Holy crap man, this is expensive as flock!"
     
    "Thought you ordered these drinks all the time?”
     
    "Well…Yeah..but..you know like..hehe." Now he’s as red as a sunburnt ass.
     
    ...
     
    Meanwhile…
     
    "HAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAAH."
     
    "HAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAAH."
     
    "HAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAAH. Never thought I'd see the day, Diso is drunk off his ass over some chick."
     
    "Yeah for real Shoma, this is just shocking. Well we better go bail him out before he gets out of hand, you know he is about to throw up at any second."
     
    "Wait guys. If we go up there now we might miss out on something hilarious. Besides, at least this
    proves he is not gay. Guess we can't tease him about that anymore."
     
    "Why the flock is that old suspicious-as-flock guy doing over there? He’s totally eyeing off Diso and that chick."
     
    "Yeah I see him now K, holy crap he’s packing a gun!”
     
    "Aw flock man, lets get this old flocker now!"
     
    "Wait Shoma, he’s got a gun. We gotta to be smart about this…." The three guys get up.
     
    ...
     
    Diso is completely trashed. "Sooo… Yeahh…! Pick ANYONE in this place besides my buddies- I don't fight friends. ANYONE AT ALL!! I bet you I can kick their ass easily! Bring that flake of a bellboy over here. I’ll show him who’s boss!!" Bambi’s attention is focused elsewhere however...
     
    "Is that right?" The deep voice comes from behind the drunken Chinaman.
     
    "Umm.. Who the flock said that?"
     
    Bambi replies solemnly; "There is a man behind you." Diso follows her cue.
     
    "Don't move motherflocker! You’ll be dead five times before you hit the ground. Do you know who I am?”
     
    Meanwhile across the room...
     
    "flock! crap man what do we do?"
     
    "HE HAS A GUN!" K'dash screams this as loud as he can. The room breaks out in a panic. This distracts the trenched figure just long enough for the drunken Disoblige to deliver a side kick to his assailant’s face. His nose shattered, and blood and broken glass go everywhere as he falls over a table on his way to the ground. Grunting, he blind fires two shots, neither of which find home.
     
    The flood of people out the door cuts off Diso from his friends. At the same time the main, while wiping the blood from his eyes, is trampled by the torrent of feet. His gun is kicked away from him.
     
    Diso looks around and Bambi is nowhere to be found. Noticing his assailant slowing recovering, he
    picks up a bar stool and hides behind the counter. The man rises to his feet, with a look of fury about him. In spite of this, he staggers, and Diso sees his chance. Emerging from his refuge he uses all his strength to hurl the stool at his impaired foe, the force of the blow sending him to the ground. Although victorious, Diso’s night of drinking catches up with him- he vomits all over the otherwise pristine countertop.
     
    The man is virtually unconscious, the sinister figure is not down yet. His cell vibrates and in spite of obvious agony, he answers it.
     
    "Jitway, I await your report on the situation. What's taking so long?"
     
    ‘As the man tries to stand again, Diso flees through the back door.
     
    Meanwhile K, Shoma, and Axl have found themselves stuck fighting through the mob, now in the midst of a grand brawl, with them smack in the middle! Axl was the only one able to notice this ‘Jitway’ pursuing Diso out the back door. The police arrive and yet seem only to fan the flames. Axl delivers a right uppercut to his opponent, sends him reeling and out of his way for a moment. Jitway’s gun is still on the floor, and Axl cannot believe no one has noticed it. He dives for it- only to have an officer cross his path.
     
    "Sir step outside now!" Under virtually any other circumstance Axl would kindly oblige, but he is pressed for time and he can't leave his friend out there to die. "I said STEP OUTSIDE NOW!!” The officer is quite adamant at this point. Axl calmly raises his hands and begins to slightly turn his back thenall of the sudden he spins back towards the officer and grasps the officer’s hands around the gun with his left and delivers a straight
    right punch to the chin of the officer. He then steps inward more and lands a crushing elbow strike to his jaw. Now both hands are around the officer’s holding the gun, he then slams them into his right knee, a shot is fired, and he can feel the officers grip loosening. He then slams the back of his head into the officer’s, breaking his arm in the motion. Disarmed and immobilized, Axl leaves him in a heap on the ground..
     
    Diso is trying to pull himself together- trying to make it down the long, dark alleyway. He stumbles and throws up again. "Rahhhhhh!!!" Jitway screams this as he aggressively tackles Diso to the floor, they
    both land on solid pavement with Jitway landing on top. Rolling into a stack of garbage bags, the stench is rank. Jitway realizing he is unarmed locks his hands around his opponent’s neck and begins to choke the life
    out him. As the much larger man, weighing over 100 pounds, Jitway has the advantage. Diso’s consciousness fades rapidly. With his last ounce of strength he plants his thumbs in the dark figure’s eyesockets and presses hard. Jitway roars with pain and after a few moments of endurance falls off his victim, who struggles to catch his breath.
     
    "YOU LITTLE crap! I’M GOING TO flockING KILL YOU!!”
     
    Diso stands, trying to align his blurred vision. No one is around him. His attacker has apparently vanished. Still on one knee, he lowers his head in a sigh of relief. All of the sudden something powerful grabs
    him from behind and drives him into the pavement. Jitway rolls the barely-alive Disoblige onto his back and presses an enormous blade to his neck.
     
    "Ok asshole, what the flock did the biatch tell you?" One of his hands covers his eye and each of his words is tinged with rage. Diso can barely speak. Jitway pressed the knife hard. A small pulse of blood rolls escapes.
     
    "TELL ME!!!"
     
    "..sshee…likesss….toooo…..travel..ugh…" His voice is extremely faint.
     
    “You die tonight if I don’t get an answer. But not just you. Your mother will be next. And your baby sister. Oh and don’t think for a second I don’t know about your cousin Randall!” This threat sobers Diso up right-quick.
     
    "I don't know what the flock you are talking about, I swear to God!
    please man let me go, I don't know who you are or what the hell you
    want with me."
     
    "You’re no flocking actor kid! I’m your saviour right now. Tell me what I want to know and I might just let your friends live! How about that? Your sister’s another case though- you’d better hope she doesn’t give me that look!” Diso moans in protest. “But don’t worry, I’ll be nice and gentle. I know how to treat little girls-"
     
    BANG!
     
    A shot is fired. Diso closes his eyes.
     
    BANG!
     
    Another shot is fired. Diso opens his eyes, not knowing what to expect. He looks up and is shocked to see Axl holding two guns, standing above his assailant.
     
    "You killed him."
     
    "No crap." Diso is still catching his breath.
     
    "Axl, thank you but... what the flock took you guys so long???"
     
    "Sorry Diso- you don’t want to know what we went through tonight... I just can’t believe I’ve killed someone...” Axl’s expression darkens. Shoma and K rush out of the emergency exit exhausted and a bit beat up.
     
    "What the hell happened guys?”
     
    "Holy crap Shoma is what happened, he's dead.." The look on Axl and Diso’s faces tells them to drop it. They hoist Diso onto their shoulders and are about to leave when something catches his eye.
     
    “BAMBI!” He lowers himself from them and rushes over to confront her. Her guilty look is directed to the ground.
     
    “Man we gotta get the flock outta here- we just killed someone!” Diso ignores K’s impatience.
     
    "Who the flock are you, why did this happen?" Bambi does not respond, remaining speechless… "SOMEONE TRIED TO flockING KILL ME BECAUSE I WAS TALKING TO YOU, NOW HE IS flockING DEAD, AND YOU DON'T HAVE crap TO SAY! flockING ANSWER ME!!!" She again says nothing.
     
    "Come on Diso, now is not the time, we have to go." As K and Axl drag their Chinese friend away, all he can do is glare at the woman and wonder how things tonight got so flocked up. Little did he know how much worse things would soon become...
     
    ...
     
    Meanwhile... somewhere in the Pacific...
     
    A tall, broad-shouldered man in very elaborate, seemingly-military attire steps into the moonlight. His face is without emotion, or humanity and bears the scars of many battles. The room in which he stands is circular, angled toward a gothic roof the ornate design of which is almost completely obscured by darkness. In fact, apart from the small shallow of light cast by a large window in the room’s aft, all the elaborate Elizabethan furnishings of the regal chamber are concealed by the dead of night.
     
    “Boss, our agent Jitway has failed.” His tone is utterly respectful and his response comes from the depths of the darkness.
     
    “I see. Your report, General.” The already intimidating voice is amplified tenfold harmonics of the room.
     
    “He had tracked the target through the upper United States, ultimately crossing paths with her in Canada. Tonight he confronted her at a small bar in Montreal.”
     
    “And?”
     
    “Apparently a group of kids intervened.” The words form hard for the General.
     
    “Children?”
     
    “Yes, sir. One in particular, actually. A skilled martial artist... goes by the name ‘Disoblige’.”
     
    “Fascinating. What of our target, Bambi?”
     
    “Unknown. Shots were fired at the club and she apparently escaped during the ruckus that followed. We have agents in the area on her trail now. Rest assured, boss- she will not leave Montreal alive.” His tone is as determined as his ridged countenance.
     
    “So she must not. This trifling little mouse must not meet up with the other agents... there is too much at stake. She must be silenced. I know what pains this one has caused your operations in that continent already, General LSD.”
     
    “What are your orders, Sir?”
     
    “It is time she learned not to cross us. It’s time she learned what it means to wish for death. It is time, General... time to unleash... Brad...”
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