Description: In the mountains of Strolheim, Seishirou has chosen to challenge the mighty Champion of Russia himself, the Red Cyclone, Zangief! A fierce clash of hot ideals and brute force, that literally shakes the mountains themselves with the force of their respective champions. Which will triumph? The Champion of the new ways, led by the old, Seishirou? Or the man who really would burn down the rest of the world to keep his own nation safe, Zangief?! (Winner: Zangief)
"..There are very few in this world with real idealism."
At the western range at the cape of earth, the missive said. In the range overlooking Strolheim, in the dark crooks of the mountain range, casting long shadows of history into the places that time finds it easy to forget. There the challenge--an invitation--was nobly extended.
There, at the very edge of a headland watching over sTrolheim in distant relief, the last Ryouhara shinobi stands, silken haori floating in the cutting winter wind.
"...I've lost to kings. And men who called themselves gods. None of them worth any more than my barest attention." Enough to survive, and little more. "Their time in this world is fated short."
He talks to himself, mostly, but knowing whom his invitation was targetted, it would not be long. There are no crowds here, no urgent masses for whom the massive brawler would serve. Only a small bald man, standing off to one side, taking notes and murmuring quiet testimonial into a cell phone. Mr. Mishida. That is the right of kings. Even someone described as a Japanese terrorist, Seishirou Ryouhara, has influence enough in the fighting world to dictate terms of his cooperation in the program. Perhaps.. even because of that description. Even the suggestion of his movement is enough to rise Interpol and fighting fan alike.
After all. If nothing else. Their match would be worth it, mm?
"Unimportant," Ryouhara decides simply. "And without merit. It's time for a new age of ideals to enter the world."
He looks up, off into the vast distance, but never really turning around.
"Wouldn't you agree... Zangief?"
It is unclear if he speaks to an idea or not.
"... Hmph. You are crazy, Comrade."
The gruff voice can only belong to one man. And who else would that man be, to dare to answer a question posed to the great Zangief, than the Red Cyclone himself? Indeed. Zangief has accepted the challenge. And why wouldn't he? He had bested Seishirou in his homeland, with the might of his Motherland backing his mighty fists. But there was more to the world, as much as he was loathe to admit it, than Russia. The fight had been one of the more difficult in his career, but he was not intimidated by a challenge. Quite the opposite, in fact. He was excited at the prospect!
"But in this case. You may be correct. The world needs to be reminded that real strength comes from hard work, and the dignity of the common man. That it is expressed with actions, not words! The world needs to see the strength of the Motherland demonstrated unarguably."
He clears his throat, and strides to stand with a respectable distance between him and his enemy. He was not a cheater, after all... and even if the ninja would only benefit from his positioning, it was part of the ... -dignity- of the thing.
"And that is why I will break you here, Comrade. I cannot approve of your methods! You are an enemy of Mother Russia... and so I will break your legs, understand?"
A whip thin smile.
"That's why I like you. Sometimes I think you could burn the rest of the world down, if it meant your country was safe." He straightens an armguard somewhere beneath the doublesleeves of his shirt and jacket. A stiff two-fingered gesture, uncustomarily visible beneath the white folds of his haori, can be seen. ".. But .."
".. don't be mistaken."
He feels a need to make this clear. "We aren't comrades. Not yet, anyway...see. Last time, I had another reason to be in Russia. Today, it's a little different."
Slowly, the shinobi turns. A training exercise? Hardly. "There was once a man I fought with a 'meaning' like that. Alma Towazu. That ideal of mine was challenged by him. And it still feels the sting of its loss. There is something I'll need to find out. For this ideal of mine... will not accept such a pointless loss. I'm going to show you the real meaning of Ryouhara Ninkougakujutsu today.."
Dark, unreadable eyes flash briefly as they turn into the setting sun, then narrow coldly. "You might yet be of use to my goals," he admits.
A buckle unclasps at his side, and a blade slowly rakes free from a leather scabbard.
"But first, let me give you a few new scars for that body of yours."
COMBATSYS: Seishirou has started a fight here.
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Seishirou 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Zangief has joined the fight here.
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Zangief 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Seishirou
Zangief narrows his eyes at that, and crouches down low, "You had another purpose?" He rumbles, "And you think you can use me. Do not make a mistake yourself! I am not a tool for you to use!"
His voice rising, the large man is suddenly rushing forwards. Throwing himself at Seishirou with little care for subtly or finesse, his intent is simple... he aims to grab hold of Seishirou by his leg, and simply /hurl/ the man into the air.
"I AM THE GLORY OF MOTHER RUSSIA! YOUR IDEALS WILL WITHER BEFORE THAT STRENGTH!"
The thunderous bellow is heavy with anger. If he was at all intimidated by the prospect of taking a few new scars, he doesn't show it. But, then, Zangief was not renowned for being particularly concerned about throwing himself into the path of immediate danger. And he, certainly, isn't smiling.
COMBATSYS: Zangief successfully hits Seishirou with Fast Throw.
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Zangief 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Seishirou
"To complete my work, using anything is possible. That's not a thing that your strength will decide."
The mass of muscle leans forward, dwarfing the ninja as an angry tiger, but still the boy stands before him, not faltering in the face of his roar, forceful enough to drag at the ninja's silks, not from wind but pure force of resonance alone. His eyes are barely visible now, deadly checkered white lines of intent.
He doesn't even move when Zangief explodes at him, a howitzer of force that simply snatches him up and slings him into the air, the ninja's frame twisting against itself with an audible crack of fabric. His body subject to G-force alone, a weaker person might have simply passed out there. Yeah.
But then again, Zangief didn't come to fight anyone weaker.
His hold on his weapon remains tight, solvent--Senchakiri would not be abandoned by him as long as he was still yet alive to wield the tool of his work. But slung in this way, he has little option against his momentum; only centripetal force could stop him. That is, the whipping of the ninja's furthest leg out in front of him, and the engineered curve of his silks act as a kind of momentum enhancer, redirecting his body to stop in the air, and then, after a sickeneing moment of vertigo, a blast of force brings the ninja down into a dive. A whirling lotus, the ninja hits the ground with the muted flash of Senchakiri, the weapon cutting a thin division between the two men, its tip whispering a seven foot long slash mark into the rock facings behind Zangief in a single stroke.
COMBATSYS: Zangief endures Seishirou's Senchakiri.
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Zangief 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Seishirou
Zangief does not slow. Not for a moment. He knew Seishirou would be up again, and he knew that if he was going to triumph, he needed to keep up the pressure. So when that slash is thrown at him, he is already coming forwards at Seishirou, ploughing through the attack like some terrible, unstoppable freight train. A thin cut does, of course, open up on his chest. A slight trickle of blood... but Zangief was ready for it, and it seems that the massive Russian is far more prepared to deal with the attack than the rock behind him.
He aims to literally scoop the smaller fighter up, and lift him up into the air by his waist. If he can manage that, he will swing him around, and down, hard. Falling flat on his backside as he does so, so that he can smash the Ninja's back and head into the ground before clambering back up to his feet himself, intending to keep the distance between him and his opponent as small as possible...
How well this would actually work out for him, well, that remained to be seen.
COMBATSYS: Seishirou dodges Zangief's Flying Powerbomb.
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Zangief 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Seishirou
In the dance, the fox's eyes move quickly.
"..Hmph."
Though his Senchakiri can cut even engineered steel like paper... using just the tip wasn't going to be of any use against someone like Zangief, it would seem--he couldn't excise a tendon as he'd originally planned. His blade swung wide, drawing blood from rock and steel combined, and Ryouhara is engulfed in the shadow of an avalanche of muscle, his committed swing leaving him open--
--he whirls, going low--
He leans into his step, completing his swing. His knee meets his chest, his chin hovering only a scant seven inches above the ground--and just like that, Ryouhara slips underneath the vise grip of the wrestler and is gone, whirling quickly. Senchakiri wouldn't be of use just yet. The weapon slides back into its sheathe behind him as the shinobi whirls on Zangief's back, carving an arc in the ground with his foot--
KATON: Youchi Shibari.
And then Seishirou flash-boils the rock beneath Zangief's boots with massive heat. Sealing his movement in this way, perhaps a lesser technique might be of his use. A click is heard, something deep in the ninja's sleeve spinning up with a mechanical whirr, as he casts his arm towards the mass of hospitalization.
Aim won't be enough here.
Maximum penetration explosive seal rounds will be used.
Kanrinhou.
And then, about 20 rounds of shinobi gatling 'exploding lead' bullets will be shot from Seishirou's forearm-mount ninkou band at Zangief's back, his sleeve itself belching fire for a full six seconds as the ninja moves to capitalize on the rapidly cooling earth threatening to bind the Cyclone's movement.
An instant passes.
Will it determine fate?
COMBATSYS: Zangief blocks Seishirou's Power Fling.
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Zangief 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Seishirou
Zangief snarls low in the back of his throat, and feels his boots sink a little into the ground as it is superheated. The effect annoys the mighty Russian, as he is forced to strain against the ground itself as his slippery opponent twists out of his grasp. The behemoth wrestler grits his teeth, clumsily snatching, and finding his hands meet nothing at all. When .... suddenly, he becomes aware of what the man had done. What he had been set up for!
With a mighty cracking sound, he rips his shiny red boots from the ground, and whirls around. Crossing his arms over his face, and tensing, the onslaught of bullets flows over his body, and when it is done, Zangief is... obviously steamed. He lowers his arms, and flexes his fingers several times, curling and uncurling his fists into meaty fists.
"Is that all that you have?" He growls, "Where are the passionate techniques you threw at me last time! Come! You will never bring me down like that!"
His eyes, however, are intensely focused. Rapidly becoming bloodshot, true. But then, he -hated- projectiles. He just wanted to get that squirming devil in his hands!
COMBATSYS: Zangief focuses on his next action.
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Zangief 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Seishirou
The molten earth cools, but when Zangief yanks his boots from the rock, it reveals a core of still glowing earth, causing steam to break from cracks in the rock. The storm of bullets smack impotently off the Russian's body, hot lead peppering meat.
"That's the problem. Passion isn't a matter of force of strength," Ryouhara clarifies quietly, only mildly disappointed at the failure of the gathered spent brass shells at his feet to overcome the Russian. Smoke trailing from somewhere under his haori, the ninja steps forward once, past a glowing steam vent underneath the earth. It seems to get hotter as he moves, his footsteps sizzling against the rock. Mr. Mishida respectfully keeps his distance and scribbles notes down furiously.
"The reality you've forged for yourself is that strength is the only determinant of power."
Zangief's challenges only provoke the slightest of smirks at the ninja's lip. He raises an arm, and sweeps it out wide, revealing briefly a kanji in the lining of his jacket. That haori warps with the force of heat that boils from underneath it--and into the world.
KATON: Kagensana - Naraku.
Their incessant chattering filling the air, a murder of crows rendered in coal black fire flood the area. They are wrapped in glowing wire of a particular cracked glass pattern, and their presence lends a warped heat haze to the area accompanying the scent of burnt silk. They fly in all directions, circling. Cawing. Watching.
Seishirou slides that injured arm out of his jacket's sleeve, and tucks it into the folds of his haori, witnessing Zangief's focus grimly, a kindred man who might as well be separated by a chasm instead of a scant handful of steps.
"An admirable idealism.. but a pitiable outlook."
He breathes.
One hundred crows of black fire surge past him, to try.
To pick and tear the Red Cyclone to bits.
COMBATSYS: Seishirou successfully hits Zangief with Katon - Kagensana EX.
- Power hit! -
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Zangief 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Seishirou
Zangief narrows his eyes, and throws himself forwards. Obviously angered by the impromptu lecture, he fully intends to storm and plough his way through the onslaught of crows. Not really paying attention to the heat or the strength of them, until he finds himself literally lifted off his feet. Toppled off balance, the Red Cyclone finds himself whipping around the air, burning, and spinning, and literally incandescent with pain and fury.
When he finally hits the ground, he hits it hard. Bleeding and smoking from innumerable cuts, he crashes into the ground, shattering rock with his form, before he manages to haul himself back up to his feet... after all that spinning, there is really only one thing he can do.
First: Completely ignore what he had been told.
"IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO?!" He roars, leaping through the air, his heart was pounding with adrenalin and anger. Now! Now his heart was thundering in his ears! Now his mind was focused! What do you do when you get hit by a hurricane, Zangief?! What do you do to a bear in a cyclone?!
His hands lash out, aiming to grab Seishirou by the arm and the shoulder, and spin him around, before leaping back into the air, and spinning around just as fast as he had been spinning when he had been lit up with flaming crows of death.
And /then/ he will slam Seishirou deep into the ground, with a terrifying ROAR of victory. All of his mighty muscles straining to crack Seishirou's skull, and wrench his shoulders from their sockets.
COMBATSYS: Zangief successfully hits Seishirou with Screw Piledriver.
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Zangief 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Seishirou
Mn.
Damn...
Though Ryouhara was confident in the ability of his Naraku Murder to tear Zangief's body up, he was less sure in the capacity of his flock to halt Zangief's charge entirely. At least, with any matter of finality. Inevitability is a statistic associated with Zangief's profile card in Seishirou's libraries. A factor, like anything else.
Unfortunately, the numbers become somewhat fuzzy in the face of being crushed into the rock under 267 pounds of Russian. His body is stretched, his arms coming just shy of being torn out of their sockets. The softness of rock beneath his skull almost seems a muted blessing in this regard, as the shinobi is punched into the earth, a railroad spike of suffering. Steam bleeds from the parched earth as if Zangief had wounded it grievously with Ryouhara's skull.
The shinobi lay there only a moment, blood pooling and boiling in the glowing cracks of his body landing.
The body dissolves to steam and boils away.
The shinobi steps forward, blood matting down his hair and coating one full half of his forehead, trailing freely down his cheek and from the corner of his lip. Setting his shoulder back into its socket with a twist and a pop, his other arm is free to suspend from his obi again. Burned by the heat from Kanrinhou and now stretched beyond belief by that piledriver, it wasn't to say that it was useless--simply that it was his desire to rest it. Yes, it was surely him who felt the sting of that crippling slam. It was devastating, simply. But now, he is behind the wrestler. He was never seen to rise in any way, existing in one state, then just in another.
Did you imagine he'd be one to suffer the disgrace of kneeling to any man, for any reason?
"No..." Only a few inches away, Ryouhara answers that question simply and gravely. He reaches out his sleeves arm, fingers splayed, to rest only lightly on the wrestler's skin.
"It is not."
A string of prayer beads is hung about his wrist.
If his fingertips even lightly brush Zangief's thick skin, his brand--the rejection seal--will appear on the Russian. His ninkou, the "Dismantling Beads" Kaitaijuzu will begin their work, targetting the Cyclone invisibly. It targets "AURA" -- the basis of known life.
Ryouhara will tear Zangief's blood to pieces beneath his Kaitaijuzu's formless rending.
COMBATSYS: Zangief interrupts Kaitaijutsu EX from Seishirou with Banishing Flat.
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Zangief 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Seishirou
Zangief was quite happy with the way his attack had landed. It was satisfying, and helped to take his mind off the pain in his own body. When the ninja boiled into nothing, the large russian had actually been concerned that he had killed an illusion. That his senses had been tricked again! He simply stares at the spot where the ninja had been for a few, long moments. Collecting his thoughts...
He would seem helpless. But... Seishirou made one disastrous mistake. He said 'no'.
And the moment that word is spoken, The Red Cyclone swings around with a sudden blur of motion. Shocking speed, really, for a man so large, his fist blurs with green energy, and smashes into the side of Seishirou's head. The touch, however, was successful. A light contact against his arm was all that was needed to place the seal on his body, and he already begins to feel the burn of those beads. Oh yes. He -remembered- this from their last encounter.
"Stupid tricks!" He thunders, regaining his footing a little firmer, and trying to ignore the growing burn in his muscles. "It will take far more than THAT to slow the Red Cyclone!"
And then the shinobi is bitchslapped.
The next thing Ryouhara's mind is aware of is slamming through a rock at full force. "AGH--"
Pebbles rain from the sky for a full three or four seconds after the thunderous crack of bone on stone is heard.
A few moments later, the boulder falls in half.
Revealing a standing Ryouhara, shambling roughly beyond the rubble and almost tripping into the ground with the motion--it's the only concession made to the blood that flows freely down his face now, and what would inevitably be a huge welt later on. Chi? That was out of type for the Russian bear. He hadn't expected it, in all truthfulness, and it interfered in the placement and subsequent operations of his dismantling method.
He approaches the Russian.
"As an opponent..." Ryouhara pliantly admits, ".... still not wanting."
Raising a hand, he gestures, drawing two fingers low.
His haori shifting and warping, heat floods from him. And then whirls. The nature of the Kaitaijuzu's saltire cross seal was that of a matrix, the same chi construct found in all of Seishirou's advanced ninjutsu and ninkou. The underlying component was that of a doused aura--the targetting mechanism that allows the ninkou to accurately target the user's blood. However, there is an actual ninjutsu Seishirou has that also works off that same basis. It is called 'Ryuuouin.' The dragon king seal. The process of configuring a preexisting chi matrix on the fly to accomodate the killing seal is 'Senkairin.'
Seishirou shifts, and raises his fingers again. To be accurate, he is 'erasing' the rejection saltire from the failed Kaitaijutsu seal. If Zangief hesitates even for one moment, Seishirou's control of the chi matrix will take hold. Reconfiguring the dismantling targetting seal into an assassination targetting seal.
Which will then begin to collect Ryouhara's heat chi from the environment.
Culminating in the damnedst attempt of Ryouhara to just blow Zangief's arm off.
COMBATSYS: Zangief endures Seishirou's Ryuuouin.
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Zangief 1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\0 Seishirou
Unfortunately for Seishirou, Zangief does not hesitate for even a single moment. He is already coming forwards as the seal begins to gather heat.
Fortunately for Seishirou... Zangief is /slow/.
The detonation is ... painful. It even manages to knock him to the side, throwing him off balance for a moment before he regains his footing, and then... he is just coming forwards, still. He's a tidal wave. He just refuses to let himself slow, even for a moment. Even with his arm black and burned, his eyes are bloodshot and desperate. He will not slow down! Not ever! He will carry on, and he will -end this-!
He knew that his body was not going to allow him to continue this kind of treatment for long. His entire arm felt like it was still on fire, the damage was great, and he would need some serious rest to recover from it. Between that, the burning in his lungs from that lingering technique, and the cuts and burns that cover his massive body, the punishment he has taken is definitely a lot more... -visible- this time round.
But he is the Red Cyclone, and he is not stopping. Again, he crashes forwards, aiming to snatch Seishirou up, however he can, and swing him up and over his head.
If he can manage this, what will follow is a brutal expression of the power of the Red Cyclone, and of Mother Russia, as the ninja will find himself swung around and crashing into the ground again. But this is little more than a building of momentum...
Zangief will bounce with each of those blows, three times, he will smash his opponent into the mountain, before leaping high into the air. Further than he had gone before, and spinning all the way. But, this is subtly different, with all that momentum built up behind it, Zangief just won't be able to resist crying out...
"For Mother Russia... I give you. The ULTIMATE. ATOMIC. BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSTER!"
And /then/ he'll come down. With such devastating force that it shakes the area, and throws a huge cloud of dust up all around the pair, in the shape of a mushroom cloud.
COMBATSYS: Zangief knocks away Seishirou with Ultimate Atomic Buster!
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Zangief 0/-------/------=|=======\====---\1 Seishirou
Is that a whistle he can hear?
The damage sustained is intense. Ryouhara simply doesn't even know how he remains alive at this point, only that he does. Only that the whirling vertigo pounds one truth in his head, once, twice, three times, with force comparible to the Red Army's fury itself--Ryouhara is undone in those moments by that truth.
That truth... the one he has been brutally, forcefully aware of all this time..
This is a world where brute strength is more than enough to compare against guile and cunning. A world in which the ninja died a long time ago, succumbing to the force of history and the cannon. A world in which the caste system won, and the way of the shadow eroded. It goes clear back to Rock Howard, that loss so many years ago that burned Ryouhara into the form he is now; this world has rules that are not surmountable by him.
But if not him.. then who?
If history cannot reclaim the world, what point is there in that world?
As always. Ryouhara.. will never accept a world that has 'brute' as its core meaning. A decree passed from his family, from history itself, dictates the terms here, not the hallowed towers of the Kremlin. History, and the way of the waxing moon, has fangs.
Seishirou is driven clear into the ground, striking a wound in the earth unlike any other, his body shattering beyond all belief, his consciousness waning, but he leaves not a murky pool of blood or a pathetic ruined form in his wake. No.
There is no dishonor in this loss...
But it isn't over yet!!
By any measure. In any age..
Seishirou will prove his way.
He merely reaches out.. and releases it.
You see, he doesn't reside in a crater of his own ruin, but a wound of his own making--a glowing great welt upon the earth that Zangief manages to pierce the crust of. Ryouhara's chi, injected into the earth with Youchi Shibari, still boils the ground--the reason for that baking feeling in the arms and the sweat on the ground, the steam shooting up from the earth. The rock boils, glowing hot as Ryouhara is slammed into it, scalding even him--it would be lethal, were it not his own chi that produced it. The fire of the forge is exposed, intensely hot by all measure. The heart of his plan.
Rolling to his feet, even his very haori set aflame, Ryouhara takes Senchakiri, the finest tool he has ever forged, into a ruined hand, his face and body dirtied, charred and blooded by all measure. The earth turns liquid beneath his feet. His body is tired... but his soul never will be.
"The Ryouhara... accept your gift graciously."
It can be seen from miles away.
A white flash of light--the razor-thin strike of Senchakiri. Followed by an eruption of white hot lava that shears the cliff face from the earth, sending the entire array tumbling down the mountain.
COMBATSYS: Seishirou can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Zangief dodges Seishirou's Calculated Tactics EX.
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Zangief is... honestly, pretty confused by what happens. The world was, quite suddenly, falling away all around him. And, more worrying to him at least, is that the ninja... doesn't seem to have attacked /him/. But instead has attacked the very terrain itself. And now there is a flood of lava coming right at him!
The Red Cyclone, however, has his limits. Even Zangief doesn't want to throw himself at a flood of onrushing lava. Instead, he leaps into the air.
It is only when he is actually in the air, that he realizes this may have been a bad idea. Looking down... the arena is tumbling away, and he is ... -up-.
Throwing himself forwards with all his might, it is all that Zangief can do to grab on to a rocky ledge, and bodily haul himself up. Relying, as always, on his brute force to see him through, the large man stands proud, looking down at the testimony to the awesome battle that had been fought between them. The brute force of the Russian against the cunning of the ninja. Though it might not feel like it to Seishirou... Zangief was, himself, disturbed by just how drained he felt after these fights. His whole body had been subjected to an obscene amount of punishment.
And it is then that he rounds on the small, bald man who had been watching the fight. Somehow, Mr. Mishida had made it up here, and now he is ... worryingly close to the mauled man.
"YOU." Zangief booms, his eyes wild and bloodshot. "Are going to tell Mr. Terrorist that he can challenge me a thousand times! The Red Cyclone is unstoppable!" ... And then he sags, finally untensing with the realization that the fight was over.
"And you will arrange a helicopter. I am not walking back down this mountain. I am going to go and find some vodka, and perhaps maybe a nice hot spring... yes, Kamchatka. You will take me to Kamchatka."
... conventional wisdom says that fighters are responsible for paying for their own transport here. Then again, conventional wisdom very rarely took into account a rather angry, tired, beaten-up man who is talking to the organizer, in a prime position to throw him off a mountain if he argues, yes?
COMBATSYS: Zangief has ended the fight here.
Log created on 17:04:39 12/18/2008 by Zangief, and last modified on 17:55:42 12/26/2008.