First of all, let me get one thing straight. I am heterosexual. I realize that I am indeed exceptionally handsome, incredibly well dressed, and a little bit camp. And I guess that whole story about me wearing a cock ring around my neck in the 90s was simply blown out of proportion. But the fact is that I like girls. Anyone telling you otherwise is just jealous of my boy band good looks, my natural beach blond hair, my sun-kissed complexion and my firm pectorals. And careful when you touch me, you could get cut.
Now for those claiming that I am the deuteragonist like Ken Masters, that's just ridiculous. I looked it up. It means the person second in importance to the protagonist in a drama. Barbie may be a drama queen, but she is not the protagonist. I am. Barbie is merely my current girlfriend. Only because people started to get to know Barbie two years earlier than me, that does not put Barbie first. If you ask me, she is not even that special. That's why Mattel never spoke about our relationship in more detail. Hell, I've dated Raquelle, Grace, Nikki, Teresa, and Midge. Trust me, I know my ladies.
And you know what else I know? Finance. Yes, I know finance. You thought I was just a pretty face, but you are wrong. I am an investment banker. Yeah, you love me even more now, don't you? I'm tough, I am a lean mean fighting machine. With fire in my belly. You think those pecs trained themselves?
And for those who think that Ken Masters has anything on me ... all I can ask you in return is:
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Chapter 3 - In the Shadows of Ryu
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