PLaylist Soundtrack:
Green Velvet & Oliver $ - Dance To My Beat
Calvin Harris - This Is What You Came For ft. Rihanna
Imagine Dragons - Thunder
Motohiro Kawashima - Bulldozer
Slushii x Kaivon - Sober
Swedish House Mafia - Greyhound
Blaze and Axel felt as though there wasn't hope for the city in which they lived. The city of day lights. Night terrors followed. They each were civilians and they decided to enroll into the citys employed armed forces. Little did they know that the forces were corrupt themselves.
They trained under each-others' trust and began their fight for the city. Blaze learned an offensive attack which led her to jump in mid-air and double-kick multiple offenders. Axel learned to punch-box hard and fast. Each learned this in lightning speed with deadly precision.
Blaze practiced within a padded gym, blue all around with dying sunlight poring into the room through an open door and windows large enough for a small car to drive in to the room. She trained all day and night, breaking a sweat and stopping with only a towel and water bottle to re-form herself.
Light in skin complexion, Blaze wore a light white tank-top, and medium bright-red shorts; her heavily padded, light in size and weight, dark blue box-training gloves gave her a furious punching ability, (her punches learned from Axel). She had a fighting glare that outmatched even Axels. A face of rage.
Also, light in complexion, lighter than Blaze's complexion, Axel punched punching bags and nearly split the bags in half, curvature-wise; vertically. With every break, he threw down the bags very unreasonably, yet reasonably, forcefully to the floor, not padded, but with many, blue circular designs. He was well muscular and wore a thin, light white t-shirt, a blue bandanna under his light, sandy blonde hair and breathed in sharp bursts of air with ease and mean attitude, as if he were not exhausted at all. His medium-dark gray sweatpants fell loose around his lower half of his body; shoes white with bright red highlights. His face of rage.
Graduation Day
Blaze and Axel remained friends and true allies during and after the academy. Each on the same beat, driving around the streets of rage. Blaze took it upon herself to find a new recruit, while Axel found strengthening his connections within the force made for a new, informant. Leading to each, both Blaze and Axel found a haenous, sinister, presence deeply embedded within the populace, deeper than government and armed forces: the elites of chaos.
"Five minutes, just about five minutes, and you're dead," replied Axel to a street thug named Cameron. Cameron let out a yelp as Axel twisted his wrist, holding on to Cameron's shirt.
"Tell me!" demanded Axel.
"Just let me go, you fu-," Axel broke Cameron's wrist. Axel's face didn't retreat into fear, not once. He was sure this punk knew about the individual laid and sprawled out on the floor behind him. The first punk didn't stand a punch.
"I'll make you an Angel if you resist," bellowed Axel. No one was present, so this particular individual was more or less fucked.
"I won't," yelled out Cameron, spitting on Axel's uniform of the law.
This was a bad move.
"Axel let Cameron's wrist flop on its hinges and punched his upper chest once, just once, and Cameron passed out, hitting the ground with a thump.
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Streets of Rage 3.0
ActionBlaze, Axel, Skate, and Zan, trained armed forces, search for clues and answers in their home city, desolated by corruption. There isn't a way back. There never was. Now, they have to survive, on the Streets of Rage.
