Description: Sagat is just trying to hide out from Shadaloo in peace -- and Guile is just trying to smoke Shadaloo out once and for all -- witness the two collide in an epic brawl!
As the rice paddies ruffle with a pleasant and cool breeze, there is a supersonic scream overhead. An an explosion. A Thai Cropduster (which actually cost 5.6 times the annual income of the village it is about to fall upon) falls from the sky, bullet-holes from a 50mm machine-gun spit flames into the night. It hits the ground and explodes. A twitching skeletal hand still grips a sawed-off AK-47.
Overhead, another plane circles-- An F-5 Freedom Fighter, a staple of Thailand's air force. The Thai flag has been scratched out and has been replaced with a spraypainted American flag, painstakingly stenciled. It angles downward, intent on landing on a small patch of dirt in front of three huts.
In the cockpit, a man in a green tanktop is shaving with a bright orange Bic safety razor, using the scant reflection his jet's canopy glass offers him for guidance. As he brings the craft in for a landing, his face smooth like a Korean baby's, he looks at the single Post-It note on the plane's instrument panel -- DESTROY SHADALOO
The plane rips the small village apart. Huts built from wooden planks rotted by the sweltering tropic heat and plates of sheet metal that stay warm even in the night are knocked asunder, like a house of cards being scattered with one swoop of the hand of a bored child.
And on the hill overlooking the village, Victor Robert "Bob" Sagat awakens, barely coherent enough to pull on his boxing shorts to run outside and see what has happened. Witnessing with his own eye the smoldering wreck of the latest town to 'graciously' 'host' him, Sagat scowls, dashing back into his shack and ripping the padlock clean off of the chained-up duffel bag. In Thai, a note has been scrawled on the bag: DESTROY SHADALOO
Retrieving a Vietnam War surplus RPG, rusted and barely functioning, Sagat runs back out as the plane comes in for a landing. Holding the sights up to his one eye, he prays his depth perception holds out. It doesn't -- the rocket creates a brilliant flare of light but the shot goes wide, nicking a wing, if that.
As the 30+ year-old rocket spirals toward the F-5, the jet's cockpit opens. The man standing up from that cockpit looks like he is seven feet tall (thanks to his hair!) and is silhouetted by the Rocket's Red Glare.
His arms crossed in front of him, he opens them just as the rocket is about to hit his plane's nosecone.
"Sonic... BOOM!" he shouts, as two crescents of unwordly yellow energy erupt from his hands, causing the rocket to explode before it even hits the plane.
The smoldering wreckage of the huts and the rocket gleam off of his devil-white skin, highlighting the American flag on each tricep. This... is a man. This man is... GUILE.
"I knew you were here, Sagat! Your Shadaloo cronie confided that to me before I broke four of his ribs and punctured one or both of his lungs! Hospitals here can't fix that, Sagat. And it's your fault he's gonna be breathing bone splinters for the rest of his short, miserable life."
Guile pounds a huge fist into a meaty palm, dogtags swinging and then settling at his chest.
Sagat is so riled by this sight that he breaks the rocket launcher in half with his bare hands. "WILLIAM GUILE," he shouts, voice booming and deep but still inflicted with a very heavy Thai accent that causes all of his syllables to come out clipped and warped. ("WIYAM GAIAWH.") The legitimately seven-foot-plus ex-Emperor stalks forward, toward the landed plane and its pilot.
"I thought you Americans had eyes everywhere," Sagat snarls, the rage within him making his bone marrow curdle harder with every step. "If you did, you'd know that I am no longer with Shadaloo! We are over! But you did not even think to check that, did you," Sagat roars, voice growing louder as he approaches.
"And now -- now -- you destroy this village -- you ATTACK THAILAND -- and THIS, American soldier boy, I CAN /NEVER/ FORGIVE!" Sagat's chest scar almost seems to glow in the moonlight as he stops, flexing his inhumanly muscular body -- his wild-eyed stare makes it clear: one of the two men will not walk away from this.
COMBATSYS: Sagat has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Guile has joined the fight here.
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Sagat 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Guile
"I can smell a liar, Sagat, even among the rice wine and ox turds," Guile says, stepping forward to look /up/ at Sagat. The veins in his arms seem to take on their own life as the F-5's running lights flash on and off. "And if you did any research, if you could even /read/ words with that ugly one-eyed face? You'd know that I'm not an American Soldier Boy, Sagat. You'd know that I'm here to /ruin/ you out of the Red, White and Blue goodness of my /American/ heart."
As if he's still standing in a relaxed fashion, one of Guile's arms stretches out, aiming for the side of Sagat's head (he jumps a little bit to make this happen, but it just seems so /casual/) to hit him in the ear and/or temple.
COMBATSYS: Sagat blocks Guile's Quick Punch.
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Sagat 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Guile
Before the blow can strike Sagat's head, a massive forearm whips up, more quickly than any man Sagat's size should really be able to accomplish. The punch thocks off of his thick arm -- at worst, it'll leave a mild bruise. If anything. "I wouldn't be so cocky, Guile," Sagat sneers. "You are fighting me in my homeland now! Not only do I call upon the power of the tiger -- but on the power of THAILAND itself!"
Sagat takes a half-step backward, into a more predatory stance. "Do you understand me?! I will CRUSH you!" Then, with alarming force, Sagat surges forward, snapping one leg up to try and crack his giant kneecap into Guile's chest!
COMBATSYS: Guile endures Sagat's Light Kick.
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Sagat 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Guile
As Sagat talks and lets the knee fly, Guile just stands there. An audible crack is heard, and Guile's dogtags are pushed off to the side, swinging around his neck to land lightly on his back. Even in the night light of the Thai village, Guile's chest looks red and battered.
He smiles. "There's nothing you can do to intimidate me, Sagat. nothing you can do to hurt me. You'll have plenty of time to tell me all about Shadaloo as a soupy micture of teeth, dirt and vomit forms in your mouth." Guile speaks matter-of-factly, as if he read it in a Sports Illustrated Article just yesterday.
He hauls back his left fist and brings it forward with a pale-skinned blur, aiming for Sagat's stomach. His fist twists as it comes toward its target, knuckles seeming to glow with the simple color of his flawless American skin.
COMBATSYS: Sagat fails to interrupt Strong Punch from Guile with Jab Punch.
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Sagat 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Guile
Sagat rears back to try and snap off a hammering punch to Guile's real american chin, but the Air Force brawler is that much quicker and strikes the giant warrior right in the solar plexus. "BUH-UHH!" the behemoth grunts, staggering backward and leaning forward in pain. "Ghhh," he gasps, trying not to vomit. Leave it to the survivor of a thousand bar brawls in a thousand scummy mercenary bars in the middle of the desert to know just how to punch a man so he pukes.
"You feel that, don't you Sagat? Next come the teeth. And then the dirt."
Guile takes a step backwards, crossing his arms in front of his chest and catching an all too short breath of poisoned Thai air. Then, like expert Thai futballer Pyangong "Pad Thai Noodle" McMuay, Guile runs four steps and /jumps/...
This jump turns into a backflip, a combat-boot-clad foot sticking out, aimed at Sagat's chin. This is no normal death-defying special forces meets pro wrestling kick, however-- the most American of shapes, the Crescent, is attached to it, in a blinding flash of yellow chi... a flash... kick??
COMBATSYS: Sagat dodges Guile's Flash Kick.
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Sagat 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Guile
A flash kick that meets its match when, like the Thai basketball star Elvis "Ong-Backboard" Phyung, Sagat shows off his astonishing vertical leap -- as Guile does his Flash Kick, Sagat evades it by leaping /over/ the attack, slamming his bare feet on the earth as he lands in a crouch, one fist pressed to the ground. "Heh, heh, heh. One punch, and you think you've won the fight. How completely /American/."
Sagat stands and turns around, almost lackadaisically, a disdainful sneer carved onto his broad, heavy features. "The fight's only begun, Guile. I hope you can /KEEP UP/!" ("AYE OPE YUU GAN GEEP AP!") Sagat flexes his huge fists outward, stretching his body until veins bulge, blood coursing hot all throughout his form -- and then, with astonishing and sudden violence, he snaps his arms forward, letting his fists smash together, like cracking two rocks together to generate a spark -- in this case, a glowing orange cresent of chi, hurtling toward Guile as Sagat shouts, "TIGUHHH!"
COMBATSYS: Sagat successfully hits Guile with Tiger Shot.
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Sagat 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Guile
Just a shade lighter than the F-5's running lights, the Tiger Shot hits Guile square on, causing him to topple over, doing another magnificent blackflip in the air before he falls on his face. He does three one-armed pushups before he gets to his feet again, face covered in Thai dirt and his own blood-- but no teeth. His hair is still /perfect/,
Still woozy from the impact, Guile charges toward Sagat with his arms outstretched like airplane wings, combat boots kicking up poverty-stricken dust devils in the village dirt. He arrives at the towering one-eyed Thai soon enough, and claps both hands forward like experimental scissors, hoping so snare Sagat by the leg, and just toss him to the side real quick-like.
COMBATSYS: Sagat endures Guile's Quick Throw.
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Sagat 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Guile
As Guile charges Sagat, the Muay Thai warlord has little time to prepare himself, save for just rolling with the throw. It's still a nasty landing -- grace isn't much possible at Sagat's size, except for on his own terms. He crashes down on a meaty shoulder and rolls over onto his back, laying there for a moment and considering how best to tear Guile's hair from his head and force the American to eat it. "Heh." Sagat sits up, climbing to his feet slowly, as if the fight will wait for him.
"You are starting to become a pest, Guile, and normally -- I would wash my hands of you." Sagat lunges forward and check-swings an elbow, trying to fake Guile out on the left -- "But I have not yet gotten my pound of flesh out of you!" Suddenly, Sagat swerves his body, bringing up his right leg in a staggeringly high kick aimed at the side of Guile's skull.
COMBATSYS: Guile interrupts Strong Kick from Sagat with Sonic Boom.
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Sagat 0/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Guile
SOME TIME AGO
Charlie drinks Korean Absinthe out of a rotting coconut shell, his glasses fogged up with humidity, intoxication and endless regrets. "Guile-- Guile you gotta remember that I'm seein' Faeries. Not like that Spanish guy with the Wovlerine claws, but like-- listen to me, Guile. I am hard as hell and you are so inexperienced, and when you're in a Thai village and some monster dude with a chest scar the size of Burma is gonna kick you in the skull you just gotta-- you just gotta Sonic Boom."
"Charlie, you're setting a bad example for our Make a Wish Foundation Guest," Guile says, sipping on a Diet Pepsi with Little Timmy.
NOW
As Sagat's huge foot comes toward his skull, Guile thinks fast... he throws his second Sonic Boom of the day. Like a frisbee of pure American Light, it spins toward the end-zone of Sagat's chest. Sadly, Guile is also actually kicked in the skull... he falls back in the dirt again. His tank top now looks camoflaugued, but is actually just dirty. "That... didn't... work. Charlie... you're not better than me..."
The Sonic Boom /pounds/ into Sagat's face, managing to momentary blind the raging giant -- as well as popping his ears so badly that they'll stop ringing sometime next week. "HHHGGHHH!" he howls, staggering backward, huge hand trying to rub sight back into his one eye. "That was a mistake, American," Sagat spits, "and it will be a COSTLY one!"
All Sagat can see of Guile is a vague figure framed by the haze of the F-5's landing lights. That's all he needs. Sagat runs forward, pulling one fist down and back, tensing his body -- so that he can shoot up in a fantastic uppercut, movements so sharp and violent that he leaves blue afterimages of his form that glow in the night. "TIIIGUHHH!"
COMBATSYS: Guile blocks Sagat's Tiger Uppercut.
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Sagat 0/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Guile
Guile is barely on his feet by the time Sagat comes at him, not fully standing before he crosses his arms in a fierce 'I got Straight Edge' X over his face. His arms are mightily battered by Sagat's trademark uppercut, which makes several cuts in Guile's left forearm, and sends him backwards like a sailboat in a typhoon.
Gritting his teeth, Guile spits just a little bit of red-black blood onto the dirt. Five days from now, a flower will grow in that spot.
"Let me tell you something about America, Sagat. America cares a bout a lot of things. America's heart is too big for her chest. America weeps for this village, and for all of Shadaloo's atrocities against the world. America cares. But America doesn't give a damn about /you/."
Guile's bruised and battered arms start moving back and forth furiously as he shouts "SONIC BOOM!" fifteen times in succession, sounding like a skipping SOA 45 set on the wrong speed. Fifteen brilliant double-crescents of Chi descend upon Sagat, giving the village its first real taste of sustained nighttime lighting.
COMBATSYS: Sagat blocks Guile's Sonic Hurricane EX.
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Sagat 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Guile
Sagat jumps backward when his assault fails -- just in time to see (and hear) the cavalcade of cacophony zooming toward him. Spreading his legs to take root in the ground and throwing his arms up to slam his forearms together and duck his bald head behind them, Sagat weathers the barrage, his form twitching with every impact. When it is finished, Sagat slowly parts his arms... and lifts his head, snarling like a vicious dog. "Are we done /playing/?" he says, face trembling with rage. He starts to dash toward Guile.
Sagat's run turns into a savage low kick toward Guile's legs to try and destabilize him. "TIGUH!" He snaps his leg out again, bending just the knee and flexing it into another stiff attempt at impact. "TIGUH!" Then he bends his body, leg shooting upward, chi flaring around his heel as he attempts to send it into Guile's head. "TIGUH RAAAIIID!"
COMBATSYS: Guile endures Sagat's Tiger Raid.
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Sagat 0/-------/---====|=======\====---\1 Guile
Guile is hit with all three kicks-- there is literally nothing he can do. In slow motion, his legs cave in, then blood spurts out of his mouth at the insanely strong impact of the last attack. He falls to his knees, shaking visibly. His eyes will not stay open. "Hah, Sagat, hah. Even if you win... because of whatever... Shadaloo steroids you're taking... I'll die on my feet. Like an AMERICAN!"
Guile climbs to his feet and places his hands on his hips. He spits blood again. With quick, forceful steps, Guile attempts to grab Sagat under the armpits and throw him to the ground-- over Guile's head and into the dirt behind him. Regardless, he collapses.
COMBATSYS: Guile can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Guile successfully hits Sagat with Dragon Suplex.
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Sagat is so bewildered by Guile's tenacity, staring at the journeyman anti-terrorist in utter disbelief as the grit in his guts compels him to keep going. And that works in Guile's favor, as Sagat is caught off-guard, locked into the dragon suplex and smashed into the ground headfirst, the crown of his skull smashing into the dirt -- and the bulk of a 300-pound body crashing down on top of it.
As Guile falls, Sagat does not rise for a few long minutes. Then, clutching his head, he staggers upward. He wanders into his little shack, grabs the bag containing his few things, and starts to stumble off into the jungle, onward to the next place to hide.
COMBATSYS: Sagat has ended the fight here.
Log created on 02:29:58 11/18/2008 by Sagat, and last modified on 04:43:51 11/18/2008.