Vincent Valenciano. The Clearpond City Vigilante was once the Martial Arts Master Of The World. An International Champion of several tournaments, both known and underground, with the trophies, belts and prizes to back it up along with the wealth that came with it. Opponent after opponent fell to his Destroyer Fist. Vincent honestly had it all. Wealth, fame, status, a killer body and the power that came with it. He was on top of the world.
Unfortunately he got too good. He ended up attracting the attention of a sociopathic crimelord named Bartholomew Vanderbilt Breckenridge who decided he wanted to take the martial arts superstar and turn him into the star of his films. Either as the star victim or the new killer he'd be the star attraction either way.
The Charming Dark's Pictures Presents The Weepingcrest Rumble Starring Vincent Valenciano!
Thus, Bartholomew arranged for Vincent's abduction. They started by having his food and drinks at a restaurant, The Sapphire Room, to weaken him first. The first part worked like a charm and he had to take a cab home. Unfortunately for Vincent the driver, instead of taking him home, drove him straight into an ambush of Bartholomew's men. They swarmed the car and pulled him out.
Despite being heavily drugged however Vincent was able to briefly hold them off until he finally succumbed to the sedatives in his system and the shocks being delivered to his body.
A black mask was forced over his head and he was dragged into a truck and driven off.
Vincent was kept sedated until he was delivered to The Bloodlake Facility in Weepingcrest City and he was dumped in an empty room on a bed to sleep off his sedatives.
Once he finally woke up he was utterly confused by his surroundings until a television lowered from the ceiling and the crime lord introduced himself, under an alias and in shadow so Vincent couldn't see him, and gave the fighter the rules.
Fight to survive. He has hired killers patrolling the facility with explicit orders to kill Vincent in the most brutal, horrible, painful ways they can think of. He has a shiny prize and a load of cash for the one who kills him first. If Vincent wants to survive and live to see another day he'll have to kill them first.
Vincent flipped him off in response. Refusing to kill anyone and demanded to be set free.
Bartholomew just laughed and informed the martial artist that everybody said that at first but everyone either gives in or dies screaming.
The door slid open and Vincent initially refused to leave the room until the ceiling started lowering and he flat out had to leave the room. The door shut behind him and he was left in the facility with cameras watching his every movement.
A cadre full of hired killers, prison convicts and torture technicians around every corner all thirsting for his blood with explicit orders to kill him in the most agonizing and gruesome ways imaginable.
The winner gets $64,000,000.00!
As for Vincent? He was more than just a little out of his element here. Even the underground tournaments, the ones he participated in, had some rules. Not here. This was for real and he was fighting for his life with a madman watching through the cameras for entertainment and egging on everyone involved.
Hell, Bartholomew had even gone the extra mile and included a twisted sountrack to play over the loudspeakers. A mix between the sounds an animal would hear inside a slaughterhouse and the kind of music befitting a Bedlam House, a dark, dank insane asylum straight out of the mid-18th to 19th century all while painting the interior of his facility to resemble a twisted, nightmarish take on Wonderland.
Thus, Vincent's trek through hell began. What other choice did he have? He did what he did best.
He Fought.Like.Hell.
He fought through the crowds of maniacs and madmen while navigating through the surprise death traps that were straight out of horror movies. He did take a few injuries over time however but he soldered on despite them. Fight after fight, criminal after criminal, blood sprayed and bones were crushed, but no matter what they tried or threw against him, he kept coming and demolishing them.
He didn't kill them, as an extra fuck you to the mysterious Gamemaster, but he did leave them broken and sobbing wrecks on the floor all the same.
After fighting through the army of madmen, navigating the death traps, and getting turned around a few times in the maze that was The Facility, he then had to contend with a group of armed guards.
Not exactly the best scenario but he was able to eventually whittle them down after a lengthy cat and mouse game.
Two whole armies worth of psychopaths and a private army of gunmen and a facility worth of death traps and he still won. Vincent flipped off the camera again and rested while tearing off the clothes and such from the killers to make improv bandages to do his best to bind his wounds.
Enraged at Vincent beating his game in every way without killing anyone, Bartholomew threw up his hands and set off the self-destruct program and exited through a hidden wall. Vincent was making his way out of the facility when he heard the warning blaring and realized he desperately had to pick up the pace as the facility began filling up with flammable gases. He barely made it to the exit and battered it down just in time as the entire facility went up in flames.
Unfortunately he wasn't quite fast enough to clear the blast zone, due to the length of the facility and his leg wounds, and he was swallowed up by the flames.
Vincent was flung away from the facility and collapsed on the ground as pieces of the facility rained down around him. All evidence of Bartholomew's twisted game went up in smoke along with everyone Vincent tried to spare.
Even worse, a squad of gunmen drove up to him and exited their truck. They spread out around him while cracking jokes among themselves and preparing to light him up, literally, with a flamethrower and then putting a few bullets in him just to be sure.
That was when a team of fuck mothering ninjas jumped them, slaughtered the majority of the gunmen from surprise and then they dragged the last two survivors away for enhanced interrogation while the others surrounded the burning man and snuffed out the flames.
Vincent woke up from his coma two months later, his skin horribly burned and his body broken and scarred and he was now covered in bandages which had been soaked into some kind of herbal medicine complete with an IV Bag hooked up to him. He also had some weird needles poking into exposed burned skin in between certain spots in the bandages. The needles were attached to syringes filled with a strange blue liquid that drained into him before they would be removed.
Naturally, his first words in two months were: "What...the...fuck?"
It wasn't long before a ninja medic entered the room, gradually removing the needles and taking them away to be disposed of properly while another group of doctors and nurses approached Vincent to check him over until finally one of them sat down with him to explain where he was.
The Shroud Sanctuary. A hidden base in Zaowei, China for The Society Of Salvation. A hundreds years old society of ninjas who defended the world from the worst of mankind and monsters from the shadows while guiding the world through spirituality from the light. A squad of their warriors were investigating Weepingcrest and the Killing Games when the explosion went off. After slaying the gunmen sent to execute him, they rescued him and were able to save his life by injecting him with The Vitality Elixir, which kept him alive long enough that they were able to hook him up to medical machines, provide him treatment and transport him there.
They've been doing the same ever since with controlled doses which would gradually heal his body by enhancing and accelerating his body's natural healing abilities, though it would still take time and further treatments before he was healed enough to resume functions.
Time passed and as his body healed he was given more improved medicinal techniques, such as being able to drink the elixir and taking baths in strange herbs along with other methods. In between this he leaned more about the location he was currently living in and about his ninja saviors.
More time passed and he slowly, gradually recovered enough to be able to move around as his burned flesh began to give way to healthy if scarred skin. He was introduced to Xingteng Seul-Ki, one of the older students who had grown up with The Society, who acted as his guide into the ninja world.
She took him in, helped him walk again, helped him find his way again, taught him, educated him and trained him in the art of the Shinobi and their own various forms of martial arts.
He was also introduced to Grandmaster Tianteng. The current Grandmaster of The Society who welcomed him with open arm and assisted him with his training.
Time passed and his body recovered more through their various treatments and medicines to a healthy state, albeit still with scars around it, which he could live with. He continued training and making friends among the various Shinobi from around the globe and he eventually began participating in their missions, tracking down and defeating maniacal criminals of all sorts and, eventually, finally, hunting down Bartholomew, taking out his hired guns and security and then cornering him. He signaled for the others to leave the room, closed the door and advanced on the psychotic snuff film producer.
Vincent gave him the beating of his life. Over a year's worth of pent up frustration all stemming from the time the madman had first captured him and finally letting it all out. Pummeling, punching, kicking, beating and battering him to a limp, bruised, bloody, crying, shaking pulp. Because, sometimes, combat is simply used as a way to tell your enemy that you thought about they did and FUCK THEM FOR IT!
MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA! MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA! MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA! MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA!
WRYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!
MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA— MUDAAAAAAAAA!
By the time he was done the madman was reduced to a shattered wreck. They interrogated him afterword about the rest of his ring and where they were. They received a list of cities and locations where they were found. Among the many locations was Clearpond. Vincent's hometown. Naturally he volunteered for the assignment to clear out the city and to shut down this twisted snuff ring further.
After they made their preparations and got him set up with equipment and a secret lair, they wished him good luck.
Vincent embraced his new friends and returned to his home city under the guise of a Vigilante Superhero to wipe out the crime in the city and bring peace and justice back to it.
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