Mike Haggar was right there too, fighting along side Cody and Guy against the menace gang that had their roots deep into the town, deeper than anyone knew. It was Mike's Haggar priority to rid the city of this damned gang, and as such, they went after his daughter, Jessica. thinking they had managed to rein in the mayor before he ever really started to cause trouble. But oh no, all they did was manage to piss off someone they shouldn't have. He had no doubt that the gang had their influences in the city police as well, so he'd have to go it alone. With a little help from some friends of course.
And that's how he ended up here, beating down members of Mad Gear left and right in the street, watching them all fall one by one as they rushed at the three men, only to watch them struggle to get back on their feet just to get knocked out cold. This was Haggar's town now, and he was going to rid it of the tight grip this vile gang had on the city.
Slow and strong, that's how Haggar fought, and it proved effective too. He swung a fist, one man was down. He gave another swing, another one was out. He'd pick up a trashcan and hurl it at a wave of gang members running at them, and they were all K.O'ed before they even had a chance to really fight. Dressed with a pair of green pants, boots and a strap hanging off his shoulder, Haggar was truly a force to be reckoned with.
Finally, the men were starting to either get too tired to fight or were just running away now, giving the men a small reprieve from the seemingly endless fight. They had fought for half an hour already and they were tired. While Mad Gear had seemingly endless amounts of recruits, all there was were just the three men. Haggar gently prodded the garbage with the toe of his boot, moving things around. He wasn't going to go digging through it with his bare hands, for god's sakes, who knows what was in there! But there were useful things that could be used as a weapon in there.
His boot finally bumped into and scooted something solid in assorted papers and plastics that made up the majority of the garbage. He wiped the sweat off his brow with his arm before he bent down and moved aside the small bits of garbage to discover...a paddle. One in perfectly good shape, it seemed like. Sturdy and made of wood, strong enough to make some asses burn and make even grown men cry and writhe in agony, it couldn't help but make him chuckle as he stood up with it in his hand.To find one of these, of all things!
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