Fik-Shun Vs EVERYONE – Part 1
From the moment Fik-Shun stepped onto the street, the energy shifted like someone had hit the “boss battle” switch. The sun was barely up, but somehow EVERYONE seemed ready for smoke. He wasn’t even trying to start anything—he just wanted a peaceful morning walk, maybe a hot chocolate, maybe a little freestyle to warm up his muscles. But the universe had other plans.
It started with the breakdancer at the corner. Dude slid in front of Fik-Shun like he was guarding the final treasure. “You the famous Fik-Shun?” he asked, already windmilling. Fik-Shun laughed, cracked his neck, and answered, “Depends who’s asking.” Thirty seconds later, the crowd was yelling, phones were out, and the challenger was flat on the ground wondering how he lost to someone who didn’t even break a sweat. Fik-Shun bowed, threw a peace sign, and kept walking.
But he didn’t get ten steps before the skateboard crew rolled in like a fast-moving tornado. “Battle us!” one of them shouted, pointing dramatically like a movie villain. Fik-Shun sighed—he had places to be—but once again, the people demanded greatness. The music blasted from a speaker, and suddenly Fik-Shun was flipping, sliding, gliding, and hitting combos between moving boards like gravity was optional. When he finished, the skaters just stared. “Bro… you’re not even ON a board…” one whispered. Fik-Shun just shrugged. “Skill is skill.”
He kept walking, thinking—hoping—the chaos was done. Nope. The kids at the park ran up next, holding jump ropes like they were sacred weapons. “We challenge you!” they chanted. And honestly? They almost had him. Those kids were FAST. But Fik-Shun moved like electricity, hitting footwork so clean the ropes never even touched him. The kids screamed, “HE’S A ROBOT!” while he gave them all high fives.
By the time he reached the plaza, word had spread. So there he stood, surrounded by dancers, athletes, gamers, grandmas with power-walking shoes, even someone holding a Rubik’s cube like it was a duel. Fik-Shun rubbed his temples.
“Alright,” he said with a grin. “If everybody wants smoke… then let’s go.”
And that’s where Part 1 ends—Fik-Shun cracking his knuckles while the entire city lines up like challengers in a video game.
Part 2? Oh, it’s abou
