Raymond vs. Gangsters

Section 1: 72 Hours of Destruction

For three days and three nights, Raymond had rampaged through Flushing City, smashing windows without sleeping. His latest stop was Crotchview Mall, famous for its enormous selection of men’s and women’s underwear, lingerie, and adult products.

Within fifteen minutes, the mall was a wreck. Storefront windows lay shattered, and dozens of gangsters were sprawled across the filthy floor, clutching their heads and vomiting. The floor hadn’t been cleaned in weeks.

Just then, a skinny man marched into the entrance hall. His long, thick hair hung around his head like a giant mop. Known in the underworld as Mop Hair, he was the gangster boss responsible for protecting the mall.

He glanced at the filthy floor and grumbled.

“These cheap bastards keep dodging their protection payments! Half of ’em still owe me money! I can’t even afford a damn janitor! And now some window-smashing psycho shows up, and I’m supposed to save their asses?! What a fucking joke!”

Spotting one of his men kneeling beside a trash can, Mop Hair shouted.

“HEY! What the hell are you doing on your knees?! Get your ass up! We’ve got a fight to finish!”

The gangster looked up, pale and sweating.

“B-Boss! You don’t understand! That Raymond bastard punched the ground from way over there, and every single one of us started puking our guts out!”

Mop Hair cracked his knuckles with a confident grin.

“Relax, boys! You’re looking at the toughest bastard in this gang! Just watch me mop the floor with that motherfucker!”

Just then, Raymond walked right past him without a glance.

Mop Hair spun around and blocked his path.

“HEY! I’m talking to you, asshole! You think you can just walk right past me?!”

He threw a powerful uppercut toward Raymond’s chin.

Raymond casually slapped him across the face.

WHAAAACK!

Mop Hair flew sideways, crashed headfirst onto the dirty floor, and slid all the way toward the main entrance. His long hair dragged across the tiles like a giant mop, wiping away weeks of dirt.

He left a long, clean streak across the filthy floor.

For the first time in weeks, someone had finally mopped a section of Crotchview Mall.

Mop Hair lay unconscious at the end of his freshly cleaned path.

Raymond didn’t look back. He continued deeper into the mall.

CRAAAASH!

After shattering dozens more storefront windows, Raymond moved on.

Section 2: The Tactical Retreat

Raymond’s next stop was Roosevelt Mall, where he smashed dozens of windows within minutes of arriving.

CRAAAASH!

From the second-floor walkway, Robinson, the gangster boss who controlled Roosevelt Mall, watched from behind the railing.

He’d heard reports of Raymond’s devastating attacks. Instead of rushing into a fight, he decided to study his opponent.

Alright, Raymond… Let’s see what you’re really made of.

Downstairs, several gangsters charged toward Raymond.

Raymond threw a Concussion Punch to his left, then another to his right, sending them flying across the floor. They rolled several times, vomiting violently before losing consciousness.

Robinson’s face grew grim.

That Concussion Punch… It’s downright demonic. One wrong move, and I’m finished.

Then Raymond crouched and slammed his fist into the floor.

BOOOOOOM!

A powerful shockwave raced through the ground, knocking the remaining gangsters off their feet. They collapsed, clutching their heads and vomiting violently.

Robinson’s eyes widened.

An area-of-effect attack, too?! Holy shit… There’s no way I’m taking this monster on alone!

He grabbed his walkie-talkie, but before he could speak, a deafening scratching noise burst from the speaker.

SKRRRRT! KRRRSH! SKRRRRT!

One of his lackeys was fooling around at the worst possible moment, deliberately rubbing something against his walkie-talkie’s microphone.

Robinson nearly exploded with anger.

“WHO THE HELL IS SCRATCHING THAT MIC?! CUT THAT SHIT OUT! THIS IS A GODDAMN EMERGENCY!”

The noise stopped.

Robinson pressed the button again.

“Everybody, listen up! Round up every man who’s still on his feet! We’re falling back! Nobody goes near Raymond! You hear me?! NO MORE FIGHTING! MOVE!”

A nervous voice came through the radio.

“Roger that, Boss! But where the hell are we going?!”

“SkyView Mall! We link up with Canelo and his crew, take that monster down together, then come back and reclaim our turf! Now get your asses moving!”

Robinson hurried for the exit as his remaining gangsters abandoned their posts.

Several shopkeepers watched their supposed protectors leave in disbelief.

One of them threw up his hands.

“HEY! Where the hell are you guys going?! We PAY you to protect us! What the hell are we supposed to do now?!”

But the gangsters were already gone.

Meanwhile, Raymond moved from floor to floor, smashing windows as terrified shopkeepers scattered like frightened rats.

Within minutes, Roosevelt Mall was practically deserted. Only the fallen gangsters remained as Raymond’s punches echoed through the empty corridors.

CRAAAASH!

Section 3: An Unlikely Alliance

Robinson arrived at SkyView Mall with his remaining gangsters. The moment they entered the food court, dozens of Canelo’s men rushed over and blocked their path.

The two gangs stood face-to-face, glaring at each other.

Robinson stepped forward.

“Easy, boys! We’re not here to start a turf war! I need to speak to your boss!”

One of Canelo’s men approached.

“Boss Canelo’s upstairs, eating ramen at Ramenhood. Follow me.”

As Robinson was escorted upstairs, the gangs continued their standoff below, flipping each other off and making faces without actually fighting.

Inside Ramenhood, Canelo was enjoying a bowl of noodles when Robinson walked in.

He slammed his chopsticks onto the table.

“The fuck are you doing here, Robinson?! Bringing your whole damn gang into MY mall?! You trying to start shit with me?! Boss Jason gave me SkyView! You got a fuckin’ problem with that?!”

Robinson raised both hands.

“Easy, Canelo! I’m not after your turf! Raymond just tore Roosevelt Mall apart! My men got crushed, and I had to order a full retreat! Neither of us can beat that monster alone. We need to join forces!”

Canelo frowned.

“Raymond? Shit. Heard that motherfucker’s tough as hell.”

Just then, the television above the counter switched to breaking news.

Live footage showed Raymond rampaging through a tiny mall elsewhere in Flushing City, smashing storefront windows and sending gangsters flying. Terrified shopkeepers scrambled for the exits.

CRAAAASH!

Canelo stared at the screen.

“Holy fuck! Look at that crazy bastard! He’s wrecking the whole damn mall!”

Robinson pointed at the television.

“And SkyView Mall could be next! We have to take him down here, together! Otherwise, you’ll lose SkyView, and I’ll never get Roosevelt Mall back!”

Canelo thought for a moment before setting his bowl aside.

“Aight, fuck it! We team up. But just this once, got it?! Once we beat that bastard, you take your boys and get the hell outta my mall!”

“Fine by me! Once we beat that bastard to a pulp, I’m heading straight back to reclaim Roosevelt Mall!”

The two gangster bosses shook hands, sealing their temporary alliance.

As they shook hands, Robinson spotted a familiar face eating ramen alone in the corner.

It was Sean, a local hero.

Robinson called out to him.

“Hey, Sean! We’re putting together a team to take down Raymond. How about joining us?”

Sean looked up from his noodles.

“Hold on! I’m a local hero, and you two are gangsters! We’re on opposite sides! Why would I ever team up with you guys?!”

Robinson pointed toward the television.

“Look at that monster! You really think any one of us stands a chance against him alone?!”

Sean watched Raymond smash another storefront, sending glass flying everywhere.

He set down his chopsticks and sighed.

“He’s even stronger than I thought. I’ll need the combined power of both of you to bring this monster down. Alright, I’m in! But just this once!”

Robinson broke into a grin.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about! Just like the old days! Three tough gangsters joining forces to take down one monster!”

Canelo raised his fist excitedly.

“FUCK YEAH! LET’S BEAT THAT MOTHERFUCKER UP AND FUCK HIM GOOD!”

Sean immediately jumped to his feet.

“HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! Get it straight! I’m a local hero, not a gangster! Got that?!”

But Robinson and Canelo completely ignored his protests. Instead, each placed a hand on one of Sean’s shoulders, looking like three lifelong brothers in crime.

Section 4: The Coordinated Ambush

Robinson, Sean, and Canelo had already worked out their battle plan. Knowing Raymond could unleash devastating area-of-effect attacks, they ordered their men to evacuate shopkeepers and customers, then stand by to provide support without joining the fight.

This fight would be handled by the three of them.

Sure enough, Raymond soon arrived at SkyView Mall. By the time he reached the food court, he’d already smashed the windows of more than a dozen stores, leaving broken glass scattered everywhere.

As Raymond stepped into the center of the food court, a shadow suddenly appeared above him.

From nearly three meters overhead, Canelo came diving down at a 45-degree angle, his heel aimed straight at Raymond’s head.

SKYFALL KICK!

Raymond instantly unleashed a Concussion Punch straight into the incoming kick.

BOOOOOM!

The impact sent violent vibrations through Canelo’s body, turning his entire figure into a trembling blur in midair.

Before Raymond could recover, Sean came flying in from the side like a human missile, his body stretched out horizontally with one leg aimed straight at Raymond in his signature Horizontal Execution Kick!

Raymond quickly raised his other arm to block.

BAAAAM!

The kick sent Raymond sliding backward across the floor.

One meter. Three meters. Five meters!

Robinson was already waiting behind Raymond. The moment Raymond slid into range, he rushed in low and unleashed a powerful spinning sweep, knocking both his feet out from under him.

Raymond flew backward through the air and slammed into a wall twenty meters away.

CRAAAAASH!

The wall cracked under the tremendous impact.

Robinson and Sean immediately regrouped and exchanged a triumphant high-five. Then they turned toward Canelo, ready to celebrate their successful combination attack.

SMACK! SMACK!

Neither noticed that Canelo hadn’t raised his hands. They each slapped him across one cheek instead.

Canelo instantly dropped to his knees.

“BLAAAAARGH!”

He began vomiting violently, his entire body trembling.

Only then did they realize he’d already taken Raymond’s Concussion Punch.

“Oh, shit!” Robinson exclaimed.

“Oh, no!” Sean shouted.

Two lackeys rushed in, grabbed Canelo under the arms, and carried him away.

Sean turned toward the cracked wall.

“This fight’s far from over! We’ve gotta stay sharp!”

Robinson nodded grimly.

“One Concussion Punch could finish either of us. We can’t afford a single mistake!”

Just then, chunks of broken concrete fell from the wall.

Raymond forced himself free and stepped forward, a thin trail of blood running from the corner of his mouth.

He raised his head and stared at them. His eyes were completely black, filled with swirling dark mist. His lips moved as if chanting a dark spell, but no one could make out the words.

His terrifying gaze sent a chill down their spines.

Sean and Robinson tightened their stances, bracing themselves for the next round.

Section 5: Returning the Favor

Without the slightest warning, Raymond exploded into motion!

He closed the distance like a bolt of lightning, unleashing a devastating Concussion Punch straight at Sean!

But Robinson reacted at the very last instant!

HEAVEN AND EARTH SHIFT!

He intercepted the punch, redirecting its tremendous force away from Sean!

Before Raymond could even retract his fist, Sean seized the opening!

He seized Raymond’s arm and spun twice, swinging him through the air before hurling him nearly thirty meters across the mall!

WHOOOOOSH!

BAAAAAANG!

Raymond slammed into the floor, sending jagged cracks racing outward from the impact!

A mouthful of blood burst from his lips as he tumbled across the floor before coming to a stop!

Sean sprinted after him, determined to finish the fight before Raymond could recover!

“This is the end of the road, Raymond! I’m taking you down once and for all!”

Closing in, Sean raised his leg and unleashed a crushing kick aimed directly at Raymond’s head!

But Raymond reacted first!

LOW SWEEP!

In one swift motion, Raymond swept Sean’s legs out from beneath him, sending him crashing backward!

Before Sean could recover, Raymond sprang to his feet and seized him by the arm!

Without hesitation, Raymond copied the very technique Sean had used on him moments earlier!

He spun around twice, swinging Sean through the air with tremendous force before launching him straight toward the third floor!

WHOOOOOSH!

“WAIT! THAT’S MY MOVE! NO WAY—!”

CRAAAAASH!

Sean smashed through the third-floor railing and crashed straight through a section of wall!

Chunks of shattered concrete and twisted metal rained down onto the floor below.

Sean lay unconscious amid the wreckage.

Robinson stared up at the third floor, his face draining of color.

“Oh, SHIT! Sean’s down?! Goddamn it! I’m on my own now!”

Section 6: Double Concussion Shockwave

With Sean defeated and Canelo already out of the fight, Robinson was the only one left standing between Raymond and the destruction of SkyView Mall.

But he wasn’t going down without a fight!

Robinson charged straight at Raymond, engaging him in a fierce close-quarters battle!

Raymond unleashed a barrage of crushing punches. But Robinson was ready!

HEAVEN AND EARTH SHIFT!

Robinson turned each attack aside, redirecting its force away from his body.

They fought through nearly thirty furious exchanges, and not one of Raymond’s punches landed cleanly!

So far, so good! I can handle his punches! But I’ve gotta watch out for those AOE attacks. One direct hit, and I’m finished!

At last, they broke apart, several meters between them.

Without warning, Raymond raised his fist and drove it violently into the ground!

CONCUSSION SHOCKWAVE!

BOOOOOOM!

A massive shockwave burst from the impact, racing across the floor in every direction!

Robinson sprang into the air just in time, the shockwave sweeping beneath him.

The wave spread outward, then dissipated.

Still airborne, Robinson glanced at the motionless floor, confidence surging through him.

YES! THAT’S IT! Keep dodging the shockwaves, keep redirecting his punches, and wear him down! I can actually win this!

But just before Robinson landed, Raymond drove his other fist into the ground!

CONCUSSION SHOCKWAVE!

BOOOOOOM!

A second shockwave tore across the floor toward Robinson!

His eyes widened in horror.

Already descending, he had nothing to push against and no way to change direction. He couldn’t jump again. There was no escape!

“NO! NO, NO, NO! HE CAN FIRE TWO BACK-TO-BACK?! I NEVER SAW THAT COMING!”

His feet touched the ground at the exact moment the shockwave struck!

“GAAAAAAAH!”

The impact ripped through him. He dropped to his knees, doubled over, and vomited onto the floor, unable to stand.

Gasping for breath, he looked up at Raymond.

“I’m done for… Go ahead, Raymond. Just finish me off already…”

But Raymond walked straight past him without a glance!

Less than ten seconds later, glass shattered across the mall. Raymond was back to smashing windows.

As the crashing faded from his ears, Robinson’s vision blurred. He collapsed, unconscious.

Section 7: Aftermath

The following morning, news of the battle at SkyView Mall spread like wildfire across Flushing City.

“BREAKING NEWS! Three infamous gangster bosses took on Raymond at SkyView Mall yesterday, only to suffer a humiliating defeat!”

In a hospital bed, Sean watched the report on YouTube, his face turning red with rage.

“THREE GANGSTER BOSSES?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I’M A HERO, YOU IDIOTS! GET YOUR FACTS STRAIGHT!”

He hurled his phone to the floor, smashing it to pieces!

Deep within a dark chamber, Jason rose from his Frozen Throne, his expression grim.

“My three boys… My three best men… All taken down by Raymond. Unbelievable.”

Jason narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists.

“Our gang’s reputation is on the line. Looks like I’ll have to deal with Raymond myself.”