| Welcome, friends. I hope you're well, I bid you join me for a spell, Sit by, pipe down and be regaled, With our beloved city's tale. I'll tell you through my weak narration, Of how it met with its salvation, From Mad Gear's grip its neck was freed, By one man's most extraordinary deeds. For years had Metro City's streets, Been trampled under thuggish feet, Its dwellers caged with no escape, From endless murder, theft and rape. Until a man stood tall and pledged, To pry away the dagger's edge, 'Twas truly apt the city's prayer, Be answered by its very mayor. His homeland sacked, his kin despoiled, His anger's cauldron overboiled. All who'd left this city scarred, Would taste the fist of Mike Haggar! Outnumbering him they jeered and taunted, Still he sallied forth undaunted, Knuckles flew and in a flash, Of speed and fury came the clash. As though he were a righteous sword, He tore unscathed through endless hordes, Until at last he reached a foe, That gave him pause. Edi? No! How could this be, a lawman lured, By wickedness he'd once endured? From whence came this? What was the source? "Money", came his reply. Of course. But Haggar would not step awry, All allies of the Gear must die, If he had donned a traitor's crown, Then he as well would be struck down. And would that in a fateful brawl, Pure heart and grit could vanquish all, But cowards have their coward's ways, With musket's muzzles set ablaze. A tragic victory won that eve, For Haggar's death we must not grieve, In ... |
