Street Fighter A: Jar/Head

Tourney for streets vanities makes some expression for a stranger-protagonist and images/axes of martial-arts and combat jigsaws.

Street Fighter fanfiction. Happy '25, 

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The tournament would see great intrigue and bring-together faces for ambitious vanities in fighting zones in this street-fighter time of incomplete-arts and weapons of dazzle and daring men and assassin-handed women. The general and presidio-maker of the tourney seemed to think he was to zoom through the rounds of fighting without any hitch, but that's because he wanted to cheat.

There was a protagonist 'prince' hero of the tourney for street-fighter legends and maps. This man, Ken, seemed to be related to another man known in the streets of this 'dominion' for his training in martial-arts, though this Ken had dark raven-like hair and wielded a laser-blinding telescope camera device/toy/weapon which he intended to use to disorient any competitor (Selfie-like).

CHUN-LI: Me thinks to use my razor umbrella gift for simple beheadings.

RYU: I heard of a newcomer who's like a relation of a fighter we knew, hon.

CHUN-LI: Who cares...this dominion's marshaled by that gold-mask tycoon?

RYU: Maybe we make him our ally for bloody-shake for street fighters always.

CHUN-LI: Selfie-like.

The fighting leaked into the neighboring settlements and led to devastation of a leprechaun-culture hospitality-dive, but the protagonist 'prince' of this tourney (Ken) was now resolved (somehow) to make odds-ends work in his favors to upend the ruthless general/marshal of the combat(s) and pronounce some new regimen for controls in both hospitality...and leviathan (wow).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)