GAINING AN EDGE: A MASSIVE FIGHTING GAME CROSSOVER
At the Mandalay Bay in Las Vegas, while Lili and Karin engaged in battle, Helena Douglas and Chun Li scanned the audience.
“I do see some familiar faces,” said Chun Li.
“Like I said before, it’s a start,” replied Helena.
“Can I ask you something, Helena?”
“You told me that you wanted my help because of my knowledge of Shadoloo, did you not also want someone with more expansive knowledge of G Corporation to assist?”
“I tried, believe me. There is an officer by the name of Lei Wulong who participates in the King of the Iron Fist tournaments. I would like to pick his brain, but I have been unable to locate him thus far,” explained Helena. “I did find one man who claimed to once have been a rival to Kazuya Mishima. He also participates in the King of the Iron Fist, but he has no useful intel on the G Corporation.” Helena chuckled. “All he really wanted to do was talk about a donation. It seems he is strapped for cash. I took pity on him. I hired him and his friend to work security tonight, you can never be too careful.”
Paul Phoenix and Marshall Law approached Helena and Chun Li. Helena smiled. “And here they are.”
“Everything seems to be going okay, mam!” announced Paul.
“I’m glad to hear it darling. You two are keeping on eye on the prize money right?” Helena asked.
“Prize money?” Paul repeated.
“I thought this was for charity,” said Law.
“It is darling, but before the money is donated it is handed to the winner. It is a formality. It’s all just part of the pomp and circumstance of the event.”
Paul and Law shrugged. “We’re on it.”
After the two men left, Chun Li turned toward Helena. “You think it wise to have two men desperate for money guarding a large sum of cash?”
“I think I’m going to do whatever it takes to get the ball rolling as long as it leads me to Donovan,” Helena answered.
Confusion splashed across Chun Li’s face.
Paul and Law found the prize money in a glass display case surrounded by casino security.
“It looks like they got the prize money pretty well covered already,” noted Law.
“I don’t know. None of those guards look very strong. Any of the fighters here could probably take them out before they knew what hit them,” said Paul.
Law’s eyes lit up. “Fighters like us?”
Paul chuckled. “Exactly fighters like us.”
The two friends exchanged mischievous smiles.
“I think I know of way to get to it without bringing too much attention to ourselves. Follow my lead,” said Law.
Law approached the casino security and flashed his DOATEC security name badge. “Hey fellas you guys can leave, Miss Douglas has decided she wants her own people guarding the prize money, just to be safe.”
“Yeah, no offense, but this job requires some real muscle,” added Paul.
The head of the security detail looked over their credentials. “Whatever, I didn’t want to be here anyway. I knew something was fishy when she didn’t want to use our vault.”
After the casino security left, Paul approached the money with eyes bulged. Law looked over at a nearby security camera. “You know the more I think about it, buddy, the more I think this may not be a great idea. We have never had much luck with our schemes, and we are talking about robbing from a very public event.”
“But the money is right here. The answer to all our problems is right here,” Paul insisted.
“It just doesn’t feel right.” Law thought it over. “What if we present the prize money to the winner and then challenge them for it right there in the middle of the ring. I’m sure she would have too much pride to decline. Then we could win the money fair and square and our money problems would be over.”
Paul patted his friend on the back. “You’re a smart man, Marshall Law.”
“Now we just have to wait until the fight is over,” said Law.
They looked around aimlessly until something caught Law’s eye. “Is that who I think it is?”
Paul squinted. “Who are you looking at? That goof in the luchador outfit?”
“Do you really not know who that is?” asked Law.
“It’s El Fuerte, a prominent chef fighter from Mexico. If I could just talk to him for a few minutes, I’m sure I could get some helpful advice on how to make my restaurant more successful,” said Law. “I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going? You can’t leave now.”
“I’ll be right back,” Law promised.
Balrog cut his way through the crowds at Mandalay Bay. He shook his head in disgust. “What a disgrace. This never would have been happening if I still ran this city.”
His cell phone rang. “Hello.”
“How goes the hunting?” asked Vega.
“I haven’t found anyone yet.”
“You have the pictures right.”
“Yeah, yeah, I have all the pictures of those wimps from the King of the Iron Fist tournament, but the only one I’ve seen is the rich little blonde girl whose fighting.”
“What am I supposed to do again when I find one of these geeks?”
“Rough them up and ask them about the Soul Edge. If it sounds like they might know something about it, bring them in,” Vega instructed.
“What the hell is a Soul Edge?” asked Balrog.
Vega sighed. “I don’t know. Bison won’t tell us. In his words, our own selfish greed might cause us to do something we would all regret.”
“He has a point. I guess that’s why he’s the boss.”
“Keep me updated.” Vega hung up.
Balrog half heartedly looked over the crowd by the ring. He looked right past Asuka Kazama without recognizing her. Suddenly, a conversation near him caught his ear.
“Which ever one of these girls wins this fight, deserves the seven million dollars. They are really giving it their all,” said one spectator.
“You know the money is going to charity,” replied his wife.
“I know, I’m just saying they are putting on a spectacular match. They must train constantly, I can’t believe their parents would let them fight this much.”
Anger swelled inside of Balrog. Even during his heyday before being kicked out of boxing, he had never fought for a seven million dollar payday. Now they were offering it for a puny chick fight. Worst of all, then it was going to charity.
“It’s time to get my bonus early this year,” he whispered.
Balrog searched the venue for the prize money and was surprised to find it out in the open on display with only one man standing next to it.
“Hey dweeb, let me have that money and maybe I won’t put you in the hospital.”
“This money is for the fight. You can’t have it,” said Paul.
“Listen punk, I can knock out elephants! You don’t want to make me angry!”
“Elephants? so what. I can knock down brick walls!” Paul clinched his fists. “In fact, I’m the strongest fighter in the universe!!”
Balrog sneered and then suddenly stared at Paul’s hair. “Have we met? I’ve seen that idiotic haircut somewhere before.”
“I don’t remember you from anything.”
“Wait a minute, you’re one of those Iron Fist brats, even better. I can make some cash and bring someone in for the boss.”
Paul looked around. He wondered where Law and his masked friend had ran off to.
Balrog put up his fists. “First you’re going to give me that money! Then you’re going to tell me everything you know about Soul Edge!”