Chapter 2
Klyde stepped off the plane and into Hong Kong, China.
“Wow…” Klyde had never even left his home on Long Island, New York, so seeing the huge city of Hong Kong was quite a shock.
“First things first… I’ll have to look around for a bar or something… find out if there are any well known street fighters in town.”
And so Klyde headed over to the nearest bar to ask around for information.
Klyde walked into a bar and took in his surroundings. It was dark and loud, with a fighting cage in the middle of the arena. People were drinking and yelling as a fight was conducted inside the cage. Try as he might, Klyde could not recogonize the two men in the ring, so he sat down by the bar. The bartender walked over.
“So what’ll it be pal?”
“Me? Oh nothing. But could you tell me who’s fighting in that cage over there?”
The bartender laughed. “Why? Are you interested in goin in there?”
Klyde nodded.
“Really? Oh well, your funeral, I guess. Well, the smaller guy in there is Fei Long, a martial arts master. He’s the favorite around here. His unlucky opponent today is…” The bartender looked down at a piece of paper.
“The guys name is Adon. Hes this Muay Thai kickboxer looking for a fight. Say’s he was trained by Sagat, the ledgendary Muay Thai Emperor, but who knows? So kid, you wanna fight the winner, huh?”
“Yea, I think I’ll do that.”
“You’re a crazy kid. What’s your name? Need to know what goes on the tombstone if you know what I mean.”
“Me? My name’s Klyde.”
“Klyde, huh? Never heard of you. What style do you use?”
“I use the Gado-Saikyuu-Ryuu.”
“What in the blue fuck is that? Ain’t never heard of that style before…”
“Well, hopefully that’ll change soon, huh?”
Klyde was interupted as a cry came from the spectators of the fight. The fighter called Adon jumped at Fei Long with a quick flipping kick and a cry of “Jaguar Kick!”. Right before the move landed its mark however, Fei Long reared back and spun into the air, his foot bursting into flames. “Shienkyaku!” The flaming kick sent Adon spinning backwards, knocking him out.
“The winner, Fei Long!!!”
The crowd began cheering for their winner as Adon was carried off the stage. The bartender looked at Klyde. “Well? You ready to go, Klyde?”
Klyde stepped into the cage and it was locked behind him. Fei Long looked at him and bowed. “May the best fighter triumph.”
That was when Klyde realized just how dumb he probably looked. He was wearing his blue gi, with his hat and sneakers on. The effect wasn’t very appealing, but he remembered hearing about another fighter with a hat. Terry was it? Oh well. The only thought going through Klyde’s mind was “Why did I talk myself into doing this?”
Someone from outside the cage yelled FIGHT! and the match began. Klyde decided to play it defensive on the start and watch his opponent. He faked a punch at Fei Long and it was immedately countered by Fei Long’s flying fire kick.
As Fei Long fell from his missed kick, Klyde prepared a counter strike on his open opponent. Channeling all his energies, Klyde charged up for his fireball. As Fei Long hit the ground, Klyde realeased the fireball with a loud cry of “Gadoken!”. The small chi blast went a few inches foward and then fizzled out. Klyde looked up at Fei Long, who had braced himself for the unoccuring blast. He quickly wasted no time and dashed foward with his fists extended and cried “Rekkaken!”. Klyde was hit in the side by the attack and fell back, wincing in pain. As he got up, Fei Long screamed real loud and attacked again. “RekkuKyaku!”. He lifted himself into the air and came towards Klyde with a crushing downward kick. Suddenly Klyde flashbacked to something that had occured a few nights ago…
Klyde sat down and looked over his possesions.
“Popcorn, check. Soda, check. Old cheesy Bruce Lee movie, check. Time for a night of relaxation.”
Klyde popped in the old cheesy Bruce Lee movie and sat back. It had been a long day. A fight scene began, and Klyde sat up and took note. Bruce Lee’s character came at his opponent with a downward flying kick. The bad guy countered with an uppercut that flew more foward then up, and just caught Bruce Lee, and knocked him out of the kick. Klyde thought that the technique was cool, and took note.
“Aha! You’re just a clone of Bruce Lee!” Klyde played back that scene in his head, and began the technique just as Fei Long was about to connect his kick. Klyde’s fist caught him right in the muscle in his calf, and he feel out of his kick. Before he landed, Klyde delievered a quick spin and elbowed him in the chest as he fell. “Jinrai-ken!”
Fei Long shakily stood back up with a strained look on his face. He began to power up and an aura of energy flowed around him. Screaming as loud as he could, he lunged foward with his fists flying. "Rekka Shinken!"Klyde quickly rolled backwards and reached up. Grabbing Fei Long’s arm, he pulled him foward and threw a powerful punch at the same time into Fei Long’s stomach. The blow sent the already worn out fighter flying backwards and he hit the floor. The fight was over.
“The winner! Klyde and the Gado Saikyo-Ryuu!”
Klyde stepped down from the cage and stood there, taking in all the applause. “Wow,” he thought. “My style won! I might be able to do this!” Smiling, he bowed to the fallen Fei Long and grabbed his money. “This is for my funeral.” He told the bartender as he took the money and left.