“Nap time is over, babe. Look no further than a brand new post by your friendly resident badass Terry Bogard!”
– Terry Bogard


Chinatown, South Town
1:50 PM




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Osaka Jo Koen ~Kyobashi~ – Real Bout Fatal Fury 2


Xiangfei swore she could hear a voice yelling “hey, watch it!” from behind the nearby buildings, and she recognized it. It was like she’d heard it from somewhere…

Wait a minute… Is that who I think he—

Then, her eyes went wide, and her hands went on to cover her gasping mouth. If that was who she thought it was, then the yelling voice was none other than Ken Masters, the former national martial arts champion. She was shocked yet a little perplexed. What could possibly bring the blonde street fighter from Metro City all the way to South Town? Was he here to challenge Terry, too? Or was there a business appointment he had to attend to this afternoon? But either way, Ken’s hypothetical presence (and hilarious defeat) might not be Xiangfei’s biggest concern right now because…

“Hey, what are you doing!?”

…She’d just witnessed Oros speeding what appeared to be a stolen sports car in the direction of Terry, oblivious to the mad woman’s intention in attaining the car. Immediately, Terry had to cancel his Buster Wolf midway when his wolf-like senses alerted him. He slightly shifted towards the speeding car, eyes wide.

“Uh-oh. Gwahh…!!”

Unfortunately for him, it was too late. The car was already inches close, preventing him from rolling away. By force, the king of fighters had to swallow the impact head-on, his side colliding with the car’s front. Immediately, he was sent launching towards the other end of the makeshift stage, rolling harshly across the ground. He was so close to getting tossed out of the stage, but thankfully managed to halt himself just in time.

“Agh! Oww… What the hell!?”

The king of fighters winced and held his injured side, his iconic cap already flying out of his head. He wasn’t sure if he could still stand in that moment, but he tried to push through the lingering pain, carefully attempting (yet failing) to pick himself up. It took a while for him to finally assume a kneeling position, only to be greeted by the sight of Oros’ car accidentally running forward again. Reflexively, he tried to stop the car with whatever strength he had left in his bare hands, grunting when the abrupt movement gave his ribs a stinging sensation. Thankfully, though, he didn’t have to exert more power, as the car had stopped itself not long after. Not an innocent was harmed in the process, and Terry sighed in relief.

“Whew… Oh, man… Oh, my Gosh…” he mumbled under his breath, now trying to rise on his feet. Although the injury still hurt like a brick, he still managed to stand a bit, albeit unsteady. “Thank God… Thank God, everyone’s okay…”

As he panted, the king of fighters’ gaze went to his opponent who was standing by the other end of the stage. Blades still at hands, he could tell that she was about as messy and hurt as he was, yet refusing to yield just yet. Frankly, a part of him just wanted to rest, but he knew that he couldn’t quit just yet, either. Not when he still stood consciously, and his opponent was just there: waiting and standing across from him.

“What? Why just stand there?” he asked, gritting his teeth. “The fight ain’t over yet. C’mon, bring it! Don’t hesitate!”

“Enough!”

Xiangfei’s exclaiming voice was enough to catch the attention of Terry and every spectator present. As she ran into the stage, she waved her hands ‘no,’ arms raising above her brown head.

“We can’t continue. At least, not this way. Both of you are injured, and it couldn’t help when this silly tournament only did more harm than good to everyone. I should’ve known I didn’t pitch this to my uncle…”

She sighed, then facepalmed. Neither she nor her uncle expected the battle to see a disastrous outcome. Everything was under control at first until… she showed up. At least, that was what she assumed. The concerned Xiangfei then turned her gaze towards Oros, frowning and gritting her teeth.

“You… It was your fault!” she reprimanded and leaned forward, a shaky fist raised above her collar. “None of this would’ve happened if you didn’t start messing around! Now look at it! Look what you did to Terry! What if you ended up running everyone over with that stupid car!?” Then, she gestured at the sports car, now seemingly broken from all the collision.

Seeing what Xiangfei did, Terry could only sigh, then grabbed her by her bare shoulder, trying to calm her down. “Shush… It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ve been through worse before,” he reassured. “If you say so, let’s just call it a match, should we? Kinda a shame we don’t get to fight longer, but it was fun while it lasted. Say, how about I treat y’all to lunch now? Mika?” He then glanced at his opponent, the prior animosity no longer present. As long as he had a good fight, that was all that mattered to him. “And who knows? Maybe I can help you find that guy you’ve been looking for.”

FIN.