Whoa. I'm the first of the Disavowed to get this setup? Wonder what Orchid will think once she finds out?
Wouldn't hurt to get the lay of the land here, make sure who I'm dealing with ain't connected to Ultratech.
Before I was TJ Combo, I was born Tyler-Johnson Garrett. I'm a Texas boy, born near Galveston, the same place where Jack Johnson was born.
Pops was my first teacher when it came to boxing. A stack of old tires was my first heavy punching bag. He worked the docks and was an Army vet. Much love to ya, Pops.
First time I cheated, I was twelve. I lost my first bought and instead of learning from this loss as Pops woulda wanted, I opted for some good ol' fashioned revenge, using a roll of quarters in lieu of padding in my boxing glove, and broke the kid's nose.
I began to cheat more. The more trophies I won, the more I cheated. Then, I got caught and was booted out of the league.
I admit that I was a problem child growing up. After failing boot camp for knocking out the D.I., I relocated to Chicago, and worked in a gym on the South Side.
Five years, I spent there, performing menial tasks, sleeping on a cot in the storage room. But it toughened me up. I saved up every dollar I made for boxing lessons. I studied footage of the boxing greats until I got that shit down to a science.
I made my debut in the boxing ring. And I was winning. Because of me leading with a couple of jabs that preceded the right hook, the press nicknamed me Combo. The name stuck.
After a decade boxing, I got my title shot. And I won.
But as hard it took for me to rise, it was much easier to fall. I had it all; money, the mansion, the trophy wife. But I got sloppy and skipped out on my training. I paid for it when I lost the title. When I lost the championship, I lost everything.
I ended up in the hospital when I shattered my forearm in a rage, following my wife leaving me and my fucking accountant taking off with most of my cash, leaving me in debt.
I was at my lowest. Perfect for Ultratech to make their pitch. Cybernetic implants, designed to make me hit hard and fast.
It was like selling my soul to the Devil.
After being grafted with the implants, I was back on top of the world in less than a year. I was nothing more than a glorified slave to them, Ultratech taking the lion's share of my winnings and leaving me with the scraps.
Then, ARIA had the wonderful idea of testing me against their newest toy, Fulgore. My orders were summed up in a single word: Lose.
I took the third option, and turned Fulgore into scrap. ARIA was not amused. She leaked the reports of my implants to the press. I was stripped of my title and banned from boxing for life.
Fuck Ultratech. Fuck ARIA.
First thing I did after they cut me loose, I took a knife and cut the implants out of my arms. Hurt like fucking hell, but it was worth it. I bought out my old gym and renamed it Combo Gym, training up the up-and-coming fighters, while planning payback.
That's when the Disavowed came knocking. They offered me a spot in their group, allowing me some payback. I couldnt say yes fast enough.
I teamed up with Orchid, the Disavowed's founder. We made quite the team, taking the fight to Ultratech.
I still work for the Disavowed, and I continue to train. If ARIA has a problem with that, then tough shit. She's gonna pay for screwing me over, come hell or high water.
Don't think for a moment that I'll let anything get in my way, 'cause if you give me that moment, troper... I win!
- Arch-Enemy: If my newest theme hasn't made it clear, ARIA, I'm comin' for your mechanized ass.
- Badass Normal: Let's do a head-count. Among the competitors I deal with is the love child of Sub-Zero and the T-1000, a killer robot, a wannabe Indoraptor, a living skeleton, a rock monster, a ghost girl (who's actually nice unless you piss her off by messin' with her grave, which ARIA did) a freakin' werewolf, a vampire who just so happens to be Maya's twin sister, a fake-ass Imhotep, and a Human Torch reject. Okay, so some of the fighters are normal to a degree, but all I got are my fists.
- Bare-Fisted Monk: Granted that Orchid's baby bro is an actual monk, I just fight with my bare hands.
- Boxing Battler: No shit, Sherlock. Granted that at times, I fight dirty, but look at what I'm up against!
- Brought Down to Badass: After Ultratech outed me just because I didn't take a dive, I ripped out the implants myself. Hurt like a sonuvabitch, but if I gotta do this, then I gotta do this right
- Camera Abuse: (snickers) Will TJ Combo smack a fool towards the screen? Yes. Yes I did in my first outing.
- Character Development: Yeah, I own up to it. I was a cheater for the longest time. But I'm making amends and showing the world that TJ Combo can do things square.
- Character Song: Oh, hell yeah! "I'm Back (To Rise!)" describes me perfectly! Props to Gordon and OmegaSparx for giving me this beauty!
- Combat Pragmatist: Before Ultratech outed me for using cybernetic implants, I had no problem using them to keep my title. And if there's a machine gun handy, then I got no problem in using it. With my return, however I'm branching out to MMA.
- Embarrassing Nickname: Go ahead. Call me Mr. Fist I dare ya.
- Empowered Badass Normal: I was already tough with the implants. And I'm just as dangerous without 'em. Got some tricks up my sleeve as a result of some latent abilities left over.
- Extremity Extremist: Started out as a boxer. But with my revamped moveset, I could be at home in the Octagon.
- Eyepatch of Power: I donned an eyepatch Nick Fury-style in my return appearance. Why, you ask? Because it looked cool, that's why.
- Fallen Hero: Looks like there's tons of people who studied the Jin Kazama Playbook on Fallen Heroes. Only difference is that I'm trying to make amends.
- Good Scars, Evil Scars: The scars on my arms?Yeah, that's me from ripping out the implants.
- Heel–Face Turn: For most of my boxing career, I was the bad guy. Then Ultratech screwed me over for not taking a dive. 'Really makes you take a second look at yourself...
- Heroic Second Wind: Last Breath. This Instinct saved my ass more times than I can count. It's also how I clinched the victory over Balrog.
- He's Back!: Johnny Cage once said that "you can't fake a comeback." My fall from grace humbled me to the point that I wanna show the world that I am the real deal.
- Hunk: Looks? The attitude? The muscles? Check to all.
- Jack of All Stats: Got a good balance of power and speed.
- Jobber: Ultratech wanted me to be the Butch to their Marcellus Wallace to promote Fulgore. My response? "Fuck that."
- Leitmotif: "Yo Check This Out!"
, "Combo", and my personal favorite, "I'm Back (To Rise)". - Military Brat: Shocking, but true. Dad served in the Army, so bein' an Army brat, I got nothin' but love and respect for those who served... cold-cocking the drill instructor aside, that is. Some of my gear got the ol' Red White and Blue on them.
- Neck Snap: Aside from knocking fools into the screen, I can also snap their necks.
- Rapid-Fire Fisticuffs: It's a staple in any boxer's moveset, including mine.
- Recursive Reality: In my encore appearance, if I didn't outright kill my opponent, I chuck a KI2 arcade cabinet to parts unknown.
- Sociopathic Hero: Damn, was I that bad in the comics?
- Took a Level in Kindness: After losing everything, I mellowed out quite a bit.
- Tall, Dark, and Handsome: 6'1". Still single, ladies. Come at me.
- Time-Passage Beard: Gotta keep the beard nice and trimmed. Less chance of it getting in the way when I fight.
- A Twinkle in the Sky: Another of my finishers. I'll send you on an all-expense paid trip on Air Combo. The flight's brief and the landing's a lot worse.
- Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny: So some guys put me in an exhibition match against that punk Balrog, though for some reason, I thought the guy was named Mike Bison. Whatever. Even though that guy tried to keep me down with all of his dirty tricks, your boy pulled through. That guy ain't gonna be lacing up his gloves anymore, though.
- World's Strongest Man: And if you put me in the ring, then I'll prove it!
