Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2015 23:16:24 GMT
Street Fighter: Dudley's Christmas Carol
Starring...
Dudley as Ebenezer Scrooge
Mr Gotch as Bob Cratchit
Balrog as Jacob Marley
Eagle as The Ghost of Christmas Past
Birdie as The Ghost of Christmas Present
Q as The Ghost of Christmas Future
Synopsis: After his father's Jaguar was taken by the villainous Illuminati leader, Gill, Dudley had become depressed and irritable, even going so far as to treat his most loyal employee, Mr Gotch, like dirt during the Christmas period. During a frightful visitation from a face from his past, Dudley is warned that he will be visited by three more spirits that will help him see the magic of Christmas once again...
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The Jaguar was gone. It cannot be overstated how little hope there was for the British champion boxer Dudley to bring his father's precious car back to his stately home, as it had been taken by an evil man named Gill. It was taken from under Dudley's nose in an illegal trade, which the boxing gentleman had only recently discovered. Dudley fell into despair. Not even a gallant stroll through his massive, rose-filled garden could cheer the man up.
"Cup of tea, sir?" politely asked Mr. Gotch, Dudley's faithful butler and companion.
"No, Gotch. Not now." bluntly responded Dudley. It was quite unlike him to not include the proper social etiquette in his speech, but the boxer simply was not himself at this time. Mr Gotch was somewhat taken aback by this, but just silently slipped away as he could tell that the master of the house was in an irritable mood.
Mr Gotch found a patch of dust on a mantelpiece, and promptly swept it away with a feather duster kept in his back pocket. Christmas Day was the next day, and Gotch had noticed a slight decrease in his wages in recent weeks. The butler could not understand it, for he had worked no less hard to keep the house and the garden in peak condition for Dudley since the day he started to work for him. An accidental fire had burned down a significant portion of Gotch's family home, and the butler had been working to pay for the damages, a fact that he had kept secret from Dudley. Gotch also needed to pay for the Christmas dinner, and the presents for his nephews and nieces. Things were looking grim.
Mr Gotch went to look for Dudley throughout the vast estate after some time had passed, but could not find him in any of his favourite places, such as the pavilion or the maze. Gotch almost started to get seriously worrisome, that is until he found the master in the wine cellar drinking from two bottles of centuries old rosé. Drunk and out of his mind, Dudley stumbled around, and accidentally knocked a couple of bottles onto the concrete floor with his titanic strength.
"It's a special occasion, Mr Gotch!" hollered Dudley.
Mr Gotch started to approach Dudley, but was weary of receiving an accidental Corkscrew Cross to the face. "Master, you must calm down. Your father's car was-"
"Stolen from me! Right from under my bloody nose! Oh, if I ever find that ridiculous man, Gotch, I'll... I'll punch his head clean off his shoulders, I will!" ranted Dudley, before actually passing out cold and landing in his butler's arms. Gotch strained under the weight of his master, but somehow managed to drag him up the stairs and into the main living room.
"There you go, sir, a nice comfy seat." said Gotch as he carefully laid his really damned heavy master onto a large sofa. Mr Gotch diligently left his master to let him sleep. However, Dudley was still partially conscious.
"Where do you think you're going?" asked Dudley.
"Um... No-Nowhere, sir, it's just, my family they've not been doing too well lately, sir." said Mr Gotch nervously.
"You're not just going home whenever you want willy-nilly!" said Dudley.
"But sir, it's half past eleven, and it's Christmas Day tomorrow." explained Gotch hopelessly.
"Christmas Day?" Dudley slammed his fist into the delicate wooden table beside him, causing two of the legs to snap. "If you and the other staff think you're getting a day off today or tomorrow will be sorely... Sorely... Surprised." and with that said, Dudley was out cold again.
Half an hour later, Dudley awoke in a start. The room would have been almost pitch black if a small candle had not been lit on the hastily repaired table next to him. Dudley stared at the clock. It was midnight exactly. Dudley would have fallen asleep again immediately, if he hadn't had heard something that kept him wide awake. Thump. Thump. Thump. This sound was accompanied by the sound of chains rattling. Dudley assumed that it was Mr Gotch or one of the other staff members.
"Gotch, is that you, old boy?" asked Dudley quite quietly. No reply. The thumping noises continued, with each one getting steadily louder. The layout of the lounge room was quite awkward, as one doorway was immediately behind the sofa on which Dudley was laying. The thumping noise stopped, but it sounded like somebody was trying to open the door.
Dudley quickly amassed the energy to get up. He slowly crept up to the door, though he could just barely make it out in the darkness.
Reaching out into the darkness with his boxing glove covered hand...
WHAM! The door came straight off its hinges, and into Dudley's face. Dudley pushed the unhinged door off of himself, and looked at the intruder. It couldn't have been Gotch or anyone like that, for they would not have been strong enough to perform such a feat.
"You know, I tried to open it normally, but," said the shadowed figure while holding his rather bulbous looking hand close to his face, "Boxing gloves make it tough."
Dudley recognised the figure at last. A fellow pugilist whom he encountered during the last World Warrior tournament. It was Balrog, except not quite how Dudley knew him. Balrog's strong facial structure looked barely any different to how he remembered, yet his skin gave off an unnatural glow. He still wore his blue boxing gym outfit and black boots, as well as the huge red boxing gloves. However, Dudley quickly noticed that his old enemy/sparring partner was levitating above the ground, and that his wrists were attached to heavy steel chains, which were in turn attached to several wooden chests.
"Balrog? Is that you?" asked Dudley in disbelief.
"Sure is, British champ! Or should I say, British chump?" asked Balrog before letting out a hearty laugh that degenerated into a loud whimper.
"Are you... A ghost?" questioned Dudley.
"Yup." replied Balrog, before flying onto a chair.
"What are in those chests?" asked Dudley.
"All of the money I've ever owned. I'm forced to carry these things round wherever I go for eternity now! It's bullshit!" moaned Balrog. "You should really stop being such a dick to your staff, ya know. If you keep that stuff up, you'll end up like me. I guess I shouldn't have said that, actually, 'cause I really do want to see you end up like me." he added.
"You're all heart." said Dudley dully.
"Anyway, I'm here to tell you that you're gonna be visited by three other ghosts before tonight's over, you got that, punk?"
"Um... Yes." said Dudley. The All-British boxer shuffled in his seat, awkwardly. He watched Balrog's ghost, but tried not to stare at him too much for fear of angering him. "What, um, what are the others going to do?" Dudley then asked.
"They're gonna teach you the meaning of Christmas or some bullcrap like that, I dunno." replied Balrog bluntly, before asking, "What are you eyein' me for?"
"Well... It's not often that I have ghostly guests in my home, Mr Balrog." explained Dudley. "What are you still doing here, exactly?"
"I'm just admirin' the place. So you got all this just from bein' an honest boxer?" asked Balrog, who was sincerely amazed by the loveliness of Dudley's stately home.
"Yes. I know that you definitely didn't live an entirely honest life, isn't that right?"
"Well... Yeah... To think, if I hadn't have got involved with Shadaloo, I could have been the one livin' here." said Balrog.
"Well, I highly doubt tha-"
"Shut up, I can have dreams, goddamn it!" yelled the ghost of Balrog. "Well, I guess I better get going. I would say that it's been a pleasure, but to be honest, I hate your goddamn guts." said Balrog, before picking up his chests, and leaving through the doorframe. Dudley, still startled by the experience, attempted to go back to sleep.
To be continued...
Starring...
Dudley as Ebenezer Scrooge
Mr Gotch as Bob Cratchit
Balrog as Jacob Marley
Eagle as The Ghost of Christmas Past
Birdie as The Ghost of Christmas Present
Q as The Ghost of Christmas Future
Synopsis: After his father's Jaguar was taken by the villainous Illuminati leader, Gill, Dudley had become depressed and irritable, even going so far as to treat his most loyal employee, Mr Gotch, like dirt during the Christmas period. During a frightful visitation from a face from his past, Dudley is warned that he will be visited by three more spirits that will help him see the magic of Christmas once again...
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The Jaguar was gone. It cannot be overstated how little hope there was for the British champion boxer Dudley to bring his father's precious car back to his stately home, as it had been taken by an evil man named Gill. It was taken from under Dudley's nose in an illegal trade, which the boxing gentleman had only recently discovered. Dudley fell into despair. Not even a gallant stroll through his massive, rose-filled garden could cheer the man up.
"Cup of tea, sir?" politely asked Mr. Gotch, Dudley's faithful butler and companion.
"No, Gotch. Not now." bluntly responded Dudley. It was quite unlike him to not include the proper social etiquette in his speech, but the boxer simply was not himself at this time. Mr Gotch was somewhat taken aback by this, but just silently slipped away as he could tell that the master of the house was in an irritable mood.
Mr Gotch found a patch of dust on a mantelpiece, and promptly swept it away with a feather duster kept in his back pocket. Christmas Day was the next day, and Gotch had noticed a slight decrease in his wages in recent weeks. The butler could not understand it, for he had worked no less hard to keep the house and the garden in peak condition for Dudley since the day he started to work for him. An accidental fire had burned down a significant portion of Gotch's family home, and the butler had been working to pay for the damages, a fact that he had kept secret from Dudley. Gotch also needed to pay for the Christmas dinner, and the presents for his nephews and nieces. Things were looking grim.
Mr Gotch went to look for Dudley throughout the vast estate after some time had passed, but could not find him in any of his favourite places, such as the pavilion or the maze. Gotch almost started to get seriously worrisome, that is until he found the master in the wine cellar drinking from two bottles of centuries old rosé. Drunk and out of his mind, Dudley stumbled around, and accidentally knocked a couple of bottles onto the concrete floor with his titanic strength.
"It's a special occasion, Mr Gotch!" hollered Dudley.
Mr Gotch started to approach Dudley, but was weary of receiving an accidental Corkscrew Cross to the face. "Master, you must calm down. Your father's car was-"
"Stolen from me! Right from under my bloody nose! Oh, if I ever find that ridiculous man, Gotch, I'll... I'll punch his head clean off his shoulders, I will!" ranted Dudley, before actually passing out cold and landing in his butler's arms. Gotch strained under the weight of his master, but somehow managed to drag him up the stairs and into the main living room.
"There you go, sir, a nice comfy seat." said Gotch as he carefully laid his really damned heavy master onto a large sofa. Mr Gotch diligently left his master to let him sleep. However, Dudley was still partially conscious.
"Where do you think you're going?" asked Dudley.
"Um... No-Nowhere, sir, it's just, my family they've not been doing too well lately, sir." said Mr Gotch nervously.
"You're not just going home whenever you want willy-nilly!" said Dudley.
"But sir, it's half past eleven, and it's Christmas Day tomorrow." explained Gotch hopelessly.
"Christmas Day?" Dudley slammed his fist into the delicate wooden table beside him, causing two of the legs to snap. "If you and the other staff think you're getting a day off today or tomorrow will be sorely... Sorely... Surprised." and with that said, Dudley was out cold again.
Half an hour later, Dudley awoke in a start. The room would have been almost pitch black if a small candle had not been lit on the hastily repaired table next to him. Dudley stared at the clock. It was midnight exactly. Dudley would have fallen asleep again immediately, if he hadn't had heard something that kept him wide awake. Thump. Thump. Thump. This sound was accompanied by the sound of chains rattling. Dudley assumed that it was Mr Gotch or one of the other staff members.
"Gotch, is that you, old boy?" asked Dudley quite quietly. No reply. The thumping noises continued, with each one getting steadily louder. The layout of the lounge room was quite awkward, as one doorway was immediately behind the sofa on which Dudley was laying. The thumping noise stopped, but it sounded like somebody was trying to open the door.
Dudley quickly amassed the energy to get up. He slowly crept up to the door, though he could just barely make it out in the darkness.
Reaching out into the darkness with his boxing glove covered hand...
WHAM! The door came straight off its hinges, and into Dudley's face. Dudley pushed the unhinged door off of himself, and looked at the intruder. It couldn't have been Gotch or anyone like that, for they would not have been strong enough to perform such a feat.
"You know, I tried to open it normally, but," said the shadowed figure while holding his rather bulbous looking hand close to his face, "Boxing gloves make it tough."
Dudley recognised the figure at last. A fellow pugilist whom he encountered during the last World Warrior tournament. It was Balrog, except not quite how Dudley knew him. Balrog's strong facial structure looked barely any different to how he remembered, yet his skin gave off an unnatural glow. He still wore his blue boxing gym outfit and black boots, as well as the huge red boxing gloves. However, Dudley quickly noticed that his old enemy/sparring partner was levitating above the ground, and that his wrists were attached to heavy steel chains, which were in turn attached to several wooden chests.
"Balrog? Is that you?" asked Dudley in disbelief.
"Sure is, British champ! Or should I say, British chump?" asked Balrog before letting out a hearty laugh that degenerated into a loud whimper.
"Are you... A ghost?" questioned Dudley.
"Yup." replied Balrog, before flying onto a chair.
"What are in those chests?" asked Dudley.
"All of the money I've ever owned. I'm forced to carry these things round wherever I go for eternity now! It's bullshit!" moaned Balrog. "You should really stop being such a dick to your staff, ya know. If you keep that stuff up, you'll end up like me. I guess I shouldn't have said that, actually, 'cause I really do want to see you end up like me." he added.
"You're all heart." said Dudley dully.
"Anyway, I'm here to tell you that you're gonna be visited by three other ghosts before tonight's over, you got that, punk?"
"Um... Yes." said Dudley. The All-British boxer shuffled in his seat, awkwardly. He watched Balrog's ghost, but tried not to stare at him too much for fear of angering him. "What, um, what are the others going to do?" Dudley then asked.
"They're gonna teach you the meaning of Christmas or some bullcrap like that, I dunno." replied Balrog bluntly, before asking, "What are you eyein' me for?"
"Well... It's not often that I have ghostly guests in my home, Mr Balrog." explained Dudley. "What are you still doing here, exactly?"
"I'm just admirin' the place. So you got all this just from bein' an honest boxer?" asked Balrog, who was sincerely amazed by the loveliness of Dudley's stately home.
"Yes. I know that you definitely didn't live an entirely honest life, isn't that right?"
"Well... Yeah... To think, if I hadn't have got involved with Shadaloo, I could have been the one livin' here." said Balrog.
"Well, I highly doubt tha-"
"Shut up, I can have dreams, goddamn it!" yelled the ghost of Balrog. "Well, I guess I better get going. I would say that it's been a pleasure, but to be honest, I hate your goddamn guts." said Balrog, before picking up his chests, and leaving through the doorframe. Dudley, still startled by the experience, attempted to go back to sleep.
To be continued...