Michael Bison – Heavyweight champion or drunken bodyguard

The clock rounded the 6 am number when the small aircraft touched down on the dusty track outside of Shadowloo headquarters. The stoic Vega jumped out on to the tracks, a thing that his aides had grown familiar with being that their leader hated to stay still for very long. Crossing the plain with long strides he answered his communications band angrily and began to bark orders at one of the scientists within his employ. Vega was going in to try out his brand new boots and braces, a technology that would allow him anti-gravity through the sheer power of will, a technology that he had dubbed “psycho power”. No longer would the overlord need silly aircrafts or vehicles, the world would be his swimming pool, one of ultimate power and mobility.

At the Interpol HQ, a healed and alert Chun Li looked over the paperwork for another contact that had come forth with information on Shadowloo. This contact’s name was a popular one, a former heavy weight champion that had fallen from grace to become hired muscle for anyone who had the money to afford him. Mike Bison used to knock his opponents out early in matches and was considered worthless to the gambling world. His last professional fight ended with a blatant headbutt that knocked his opponent’s teeth out and earned him a disqualification from the match and ultimately boxing. Now Mike had connections to Vega and Chun had the money to pay for it all, anything to get a chance at the over lord.

“I still fight, but my ring is the streets now” Bison opens with as soon as the beautiful Interpol detective plopped down across from him at the bar. He wouldn’t shut up, “you’re a pretty little thing, what do you want with an ugly mug like Vega?” She stared at him intently trying to figure out how he would have anything to do with a man as powerful as Vega then asked “how do you know Vega, Mike? Did he have stakes in boxing too, or is this all a setup that will inevitably waste my time?” Bison began laughing uncontrollably, his huge hands clutching the half-finished beer bottle. “I am his personal bodyguard girl. You may think this is a joke cause I was a prize-fighter but if you see me dance out in them streets you’d gimme the respect I deserve.”

The two continued in this strange back and forth of feeling each other out until a deal was struck and Bison revealed that Shadowloo operated out of Thailand on a small remote island. This complicated things for Chun Li being that Bison would not divulge the specifics of the locale and somehow she knew that she was being led into a trap. Getting up to leave the bar after what seemed like a lifetime of discussion, Mike raises up in front of her and blocks her way out. “All looks and no brain. Why are all the fine ones dumb as hell?” he says slyly as a few other men who had posed as strangers emerged from around the establishment. Chun backs up and takes a broken bottle to the side of Bison’s face, causing him to retreat holding the bloody wound. Using the table as a vault of sorts, Chun was out of the window and unto the rooftops of a few neighboring houses to escape her enemies.

Back at Interpol Chun was upset and worried about the intel gathering and near-miss of the assault in the bar. Maybe she should rethink her stance on going it alone, after all when faced with men who had the experience, strength and speed of Michael Bison, her chances of survival seemed nil. She knew what it meant and it was that she would have to swallow her pride and find a partner. The question was who would it be?

The Legend of The Lightning Legs is a fan-fiction written by Greg “The Dragon” Dyer of 3godkings.com. No unauthorized copying of this work is allowed unless the copying is accompanied by a visual and relative link back to 3godkings.com with credit made to the author.