In a small city alley, a guy is peeing against a light pole. His name is Canelo, and he’s about 165 cm tall, skinny, and dressed like a thug. Known for his wild, reckless fighting style, Canelo is a Class C fighter who throws himself into fights like a madman, with no regard for his safety or others’. His nickname, “The Peeing Man,” comes from how often pedestrians catch him peeing on light poles all over town.
Across the street, a robust, tall man named Tom, standing at 190 cm, is searching for treasures in the city. Known as High Knee Tom, his special move involves grabbing people by the collar and pulling them close, then running in place with high knees, striking with tremendous force. A homeless man, he scavenges for empty cans and bottles of soft drinks like Coke, Sprite, and Pepsi to make a pitiful living and barely be able to afford food. His clothes are torn and dirty, and his small belly is exposed, which gives him the appearance of a middle-aged man. But don’t be deceived by his loose figure; strong muscles lie beneath the thin layer of fat.
All of a sudden, Tom’s eyes lock onto a Pepsi can by the light pole. Afraid someone might snatch it first, he sprints to the can and bends down to grab it. However, without realizing it, he accidentally irritates the man peeing right beside him. Canelo shifts his angle, perfectly aiming to spray urine all over Tom’s face. Stunned, Tom stumbles back, and they lock eyes, the tension escalating in seconds. “Seriously? That’s not cool! … man!” Tom exclaims, feeling both surprised and annoyed. Without a word, Canelo zips up his pants and leans forward, and the fight is about to break out in the blink of an eye.
Canelo dashes forward with a burst of energy, building momentum before launching into the air, soaring to an incredible height of three meters. As he ascends and reaches his maximum height, he pulls his left leg back towards his torso for balance. Then, he extends his right leg straight out, toe pointed sharply, and angles his body for a quick 45-degree descent, unleashing his signature move, the Skyfall Kick. The kick lands at the center of Tom’s body, delivering a stunning impact that echoes through his frame, fracturing several of the bones in his forearm. The force causes him to slide back nearly a meter despite his efforts to stand firm against the ground. But before Canelo even has a chance to touch the ground, Tom reacts instantly, seizing him by the collar with a firm grip. His muscles tense as he prepares to unleash his own special move, drawing on all his strength for a counterattack.
Without hesitation, he begins to run in place, driving his knees upward to strike Canelo’s stomach repeatedly. Each blow lands with tremendous force, resonating through Canelo’s body like a jackhammer. The impact pushes the air from his lungs, leaving him gasping in pain. Canelo’s eyes bulge wide with shock and disbelief, and he spits out bubbles of saliva that build up at the corners of his mouth. Even a fierce fighter like him, known for his wild resilience, feels utterly helpless in this moment. He struggles with every ounce of strength left in his body, his muscles tensing and straining as he attempts to break free, but it’s all in vain. Tom’s high-knee strikes land harder and harder with increasing force as Canelo realizes his consciousness is fading rapidly. After half a minute of relentless strikes, Tom is finally out of breath, and Canelo hangs limply in Tom’s grip, his body sinking down like a ragdoll. Tom then tosses Canelo’s limp body aside, next to the 6-cubic-meter garbage dumpster, signaling the end of the fight.
Without even taking a brief moment to celebrate his victory, Tom quickly snatches up the torn Pepsi can and puts it into his pocket. He then resumes his search for treasures, fully aware that life in poverty is incredibly challenging and that many soda cans await him in his quest for the day.