An announcer approaches center stage with mic in hand - “Ladies and gentleman, welcome to tonight’s main feature event.  For your viewing entertainment we brought in only the best.  This man is an innovator at what he does in the entire world; he has crippled opponents for life, retired several others…some by death, and has demolished everyone in his path… hailing from Russia, he is none other than the Red Cyclone himself, ZANGIEF!!!”

The crowds cheer as Zangief enters the 20ft steel octagon cage that rests in the middle of the hard wood stage.  Wearing red trucks with the logo of his countries flag, he raises his muscular arm in the air.  Scars from previous battles can be seen all over his body.  Standing tall at roughly seven feet, his large frame and muscular size radiates intimidation and power. 

Overlooking the stage below, a huge metal crate begins to lower.  Silence captivates the crowd; the sounds of pounding from within crate begin to get louder as it lowers next to the steel octagon. 

“And his opponent, he comes from the deepest bowels of the amazon; he is a survivor living in the wilds, he’s half man-half animal, he is unlike anything you have ever seen.  I introduce to you…BLANKA!” 

Growls can be heard from the within the crate.  The door opens and with a sudden leap forward and out of the dark comes a beast like no one has ever seen.  Hunch over like a gorilla wearing denim type shorts, his green skin covers his entire body.  Black tiger like stripes decorate his powerful and muscular forearms.  His large paw like hands and long fingers wield sharp tiger like claws.  His facial features resemble those of a man and lion with K9 teeth.  His bright orange mane surrounds his head and goes down his back.  With a wide stretch of his arms and standing up straight, Blanka nearly rivals Zangief in height.  His powerful arms pound on his rock solid chest letting out both a roar and a yell before returning back to his hunched form.

The cage doors shut, the stage lights come on and the crowds start to chatter and cheer.  “This fight will end with either a knockout or death.  Let the battle begin!”

Both Zangief and Blanka circle each other as predators looking for an opening to strike.  The stance of a Greco-Roman wrestler stands ready and decides to make the first move.  With his huge leg, Zangief drives a front kick towards Blanka’s chest.  The beast’s agility is surprisingly fast for the tower of muscle and hops to one side to avoid his seemingly slow kick with ease. 

With another skip and hop, Blanks leaps towards Zangief swiping his razor sharp claws across his massive chest.  A loud cry is made by the red cyclone and swings his fist at the beast in retaliation but again Blanka is too quick.  Dodging the punch, Blanka performs a back hand standing back flip and kicks Zangief with both feet landing solidly under his massive chin.  The blow staggers the Russian back a few inches and shakes his head.
 
With his incredible agility, Blanka uses Zangief’s massive leg as a step stool to hop on and leap high in the air.  With a loud roar, Blanka comes downward with both claws open and ready to strike.  Zangief sees the beast coming down in time to react by reaching in mid-air and snatches the beast in his descent by his chest hair.  With a solid yank, he pulls the beast downward even faster and slams him head first to the ground.

Stunned by the impact, Zangief massive arms lift Blanka by his orange mane; with incredible power, he body slams him back down on the hard surface.  A roar of pain echoes in the stadium, Blanka’s eyes look glossy and stunned; the massive Russian picks him up again.  Holding both Blanka’s feet tightly, Zangief swings him in a circular motion building up speed and momentum.  With a quick release, the Russian cyclone tosses him against the massive steel cage and bending the bars upon impact.  Blanka’s body falls with a hard thud barely moving and struggling to get up on all fours.

“Hmm - It seems that the project will be a failure Lord Bison – such a pity” exclaims Vega.

“The fight is not over yet” replies Bison who’s watching very closely.

Sensing victory, Zangief walks over to his fallen and stunned adversary.  With unbeknown stamina and cunning, Blanka leaps upward on his feet and roars loudly at a surprised and unsuspecting Zangief. Using his powerful legs Blanka propels his body forward acting as a massive projectile striking the powerful Russian in his chest.  Like a small car crashing into him, Zangief is momentarily stunned by the massive impact the beast delivered; before the cobwebs are shaken off, another massive hit by Blanka’s projectile body strikes Zangief directly at his head knocking him down on his back.

The beast lands on his feet after delivering the second powerful impact and takes a giant leap in the air towards the fallen Russian.  With tremendous force, Blanka lands solidly on Zangief’s abdomen; a loud exhale can be heard by Zangief as the last ounce of breath leaves his body.  Continuing his assault, the true beast within him begins to show; with the scent of blood and a crazed look in his eyes, Blanka begins to bite and claw Zangief’s massive chest and face like a frenzied wild animal.  Blood and torn flesh hang from the Russian’s body as he desperately tries to fend off Blanka vicious and carnivorous barrage of attacks.

“Crimson is such a beautiful color” ponders Vega as he continues to watch the slaughter.

With a solid right hook to his face, Zangief knocks the monster off his chest and gets back up quickly.  The Russian’s wounds bleed fluidly like a slow moving stream staining the hard wood floor.  With another leap and bloody claws at the ready, Blanka attacks with arms wide open.  Out of desperation, Zangief displays some limited agility and avoids the attack by side stepping a bit and ducking under Blanka’s arm.  During the dodge Zangief wraps his arms around Blanka’s waist from behind and propels him backwards into a German Suplex maneuver.  Maintaining his hold Zangief continues to land two more German Suplexes; with each impact being more powerful then the next.

After that devastating maneuver, Zangief looks at the crowd with a crazed look, a look that some fans have become all too familiar with and what is coming next.  Gesturing to the crowd, Zangief’s large hand comes across his muscular throat signifying the end for his adversary.  Grabbing Blanka’s head and placing it between his massive legs like a vice, the Russian lifts Blanka’s body from the waist up in a pile driver state.  With a powerful leap straight up in the air, Zangief performs his most devastating move in his wrestling arsenal that has made him famous and has become a staple finisher.

Reaching incredible height, Zangief spins in a circular motion holding Blanka tightly in the pile driver position.  With incredible force, Blanka’s head crashes back down with massive impact breaking the hard wooden floor.  The crowd stands up in awe and cheers for the big Russian who stands back up with a victory pose for his fans.

Still stunned and recovering from that last powerful maneuver, Blanka’s eyes slowly open, his head throbs with pain and stiffness.  While his attention is still with the crowd, Blanka leaps behind the Russian and wraps his legs and arms around his neck and waist.  With a loud roar, Blanka’s powerful bite penetrates Zangief deeply on his rock hard trapezius muscle.  With a surprised look on his face, Zangief lets out a cry of immense pain and desperately tries to pull apart the powerful python like grip of Blanka.  Like a rabid pit bull, Blanka’s bite maintains a powerful lock; not intending to let go of his advantages hold, Blanka’s pupils fade out and his eyes begin to glow to a bright yellow.

“Yeeessss…Now he will finish the Russian.  No Vega, the project IS a success…” smiles a satisfied Bison.

The sounds of crackle can be heard throughout the stadium; sparks of electricity begin to emanate from Blanka’s entire body.  The hums of powerful electrodes fill the air as Blanka’s body is covered with electrical sparks engulfing him and the powerful Zangief.

Screams of overwhelming pain and agony siphon through the veins of the seven foot monster called the ‘Red Cyclone’; the blood seeping from his cuts begin to stop as the heat from the electricity start to cauterize the wounds.  His eye balls begin to inflate and seem ready to burst at any moment, his rear tooth shatters from the jolt running through his body, urine and feces begin to excrete themselves uncontrollably as the massive Russian giant falls face first to the hard wooden surface.

The smell of char burned flesh pollutes the stadium air; an enormous silence is heard as Blanka stops his powerful electrical attack and releases the downed giant.  Standing above him like a predator over his prey, Blanka releases a loud roar and pounds his chest widely in victory.

Clapping his hands in amusement, Bison smiles at his new pet with satisfaction “Blanka, Blanka.  You will indeed make a fine addition to Shadowloo.”

“Indeed my Lord, such a beast will be a valuable asset” replies Vega.  “Also, there is another matter you need to be aware off.  It seems Mr. Shook took your absence with particular insult and has backed out of your deal.”

With an angry look on Bison’s face “That fat Irish pig, No one walks away from me.”

“I took the liberty to have the dolls bring him back to… renegotiate our terms…Mmm Ha ha ha ha” cackles a sinister Vega.

“Excellent.  I want you to handle the…negotiations Vega.  I know it’s not your cup of tea but somehow I think you won’t mind.”

With a wicked smile Vega narrows his eyes at the thought “It will be my pleasure…”

To be Continued...

the finale...


Lying on the bed of hay in wait for his food, Blanka begins to formulate a plan of escape.  A lone guard swipes his card to unlock the door to Blanka’s glass cage.  Setting his food down on the floor, Blanka springs up and towards the unsuspecting guard.  Holding him tight, Blanka unleashes his electrical attack to knock the guard unconscious.

Quickly Blanka exits his cage and starts to run down a long hallway towards the exit door.  Almost immediately an alarm goes off.  Footsteps can be heard getting closer to his destination.  With one massive strike from his powerful arms, Blanka breaks open the sliding doors with ease.  Scientists begin to run in panic of the loose beast in the facility.  Blanka’s memory recalls the rooms he was held captive in and the people that made him who he is today.

Breaking through the glass window, Blanka starts destroying everything in the laboratory.  Three guards show up with stun pistols and fire them at Blanka striking him in his back; the fifty thousand volts of electricity simply tickles the beast.  With a loud roar, Blanka’s legs squat and propel himself towards the guards by the door.  Like bowling pins, Blanka’s powerful roll knocks down the guards with ease.
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BACK ON BISONS PRIVATE JET -

An incoming distress call is forwarded to his private chambers “Master Bison, the beast has escaped and is on a rampage destroying everything.  We need help sir…ugh ahhhh!”

With a pissed look on his face, Bison stands up from his luxurious chair, with a press of a few buttons, Bison is able to pull up the video footage of his private facility on the big screen wall.  Scenes of destruction cover the facility from room to room like a hurricane.

“Blanka must be stopped!” pressing another button on his desk, “Pilot, turn this plane around and go to the Amazon NOW!”

Reaching on his arm, Bison opens up a hidden flap on his metal braces.  Entering a sequence of codes a familiar voice responds to his request “Juni & Juli here sir.  What are your orders?”

In a tempered tone “I want you dolls to stop and immobilize Blanka.  Do NOT kill him, do you understand?”

“Yes sir, understood!”

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Smoke penetrates through the thick brush and tall trees giving away the facilities secret location.  Making his way outside Blanka’s freedom is only a few steps away.  Out of nowhere a powerful kick strikes Blanka’s back from behind.  Turning around, Blanka sees a red headed woman in a fighting stance wearing a black garrison cap and black jumpsuit outfit.  Her red gloves and red boots complete her ensemble.
With a mild snarl, Blanka hops towards Juli only to be kicked in the head from behind again.  The force of the blow knocks Blanka forward towards Juli who in turn performs a back round house kick to Blanka’s jaw knocking him down to his side; but almost as quickly as he fell, Blanka hops up and tumbles backwards to analyze his situation.

Looking at his adversaries, his sees his second attacker; a mirror image of Juli but with dark hair.  Juni and Juli both stand side by side waiting for Blanka to strike.  With a leap forward, Blanka attacks Juli with a swipe of his claws.  The swing is blocked and redirected towards Juni who in turn catches Blanka’s arm and using his momentum, flips him up and over on his back.  Immediately Juli runs towards Juni and with her help, is thrown high into the air.  Somersaulting and twisting back downward and landing on Blanka’s abdomen.  A loud roar can be heard, the impact knocks the wind out of the green beast.  In retaliation, Blanka uses his powerful legs to kick off Juli before she could do any more damage.

Getting back up slowly, Blanka spots Juli getting ready to attack but doesn’t see Juni anywhere.  With his incredible hearing, Blanka is able to react in time and dodge another incoming kick from behind.  Countering her kick, Blanka leaps back and over and at the same time flip kicks Juni knocking her on her side.  Juli reacts by moving incredibly fast and strikes Blanka in his already damaged abdomen upon his descent with a powerful lunging fist strike.  The sound of a cracked rib could be heard along with a wail of pain.  Juli continues to throw a combination of strikes to Blanka’s face and finishes her attack with a jumping side kick to his head.

The damaging blow knocks Blanka to his side into Juni who whips around a powerful round house kick to Blanka’s other side of the head.  Grabbing his orange mane, Juni punches Blanka repeatedly on his bloody nose and performs a back spin kick into his mid section cracking more ribs in the process.  The impact sends Blanka back several feet in pain but the sound of a third person can be heard behind him.

Blanka turns to see an unsuspecting attack followed with a loud high pitched scream “SHADOWDRIVE-SMASHER!”  A blonde haired woman in pony tails dressed in a grey jumpsuit and garrison cap, thrusts herself feet first towards Blanka like a spear, making contact to his abdomen.  Upon landing after her attack, she continues her assault by twirling her legs in an upward motion striking heel first under Blanka’s powerful jaw while flipping backwards.  The impact of that strike dislocates Blanka’s jaw as he flips up and over hitting the ground chest first.

Holding his ribs with one hand and jaw in another, Blanka lays motionless on his chest.  All three woman stand around Blanka looking down at the fallen green beast “Master Bison, Cammy reporting – We have neutralized the situation.  Target has been acquired and ready for pickup.”

“Excellent work Cammy! You have yet to disappoint me. Transport should be arriving in a few moments for retrieval – Bison out!”

Looking down at Blanka, Cammy’s smile is both wicked and evil “The time has come for you to go back to your cage - monster.”

Blanka’s eyes begin to glow yellow, the sounds of crackle start to snap in the air, the women look at Blanka with curiosity and interest but before they knew it, all of them get shocked and repelled back about five feet onto the ground.  Stunned and shaking their heads, they see Blanka barely standing up still cradling his ribs; with incredible fortitude, Blanka squats down and with all the strength he can muster, propels himself forward towards Cammy.  Like a run away train, his body hits Cammy tumbling her lightweight body against a nearby tree knocking her unconscious.  Blanka lands safely and begins to escape into the wilderness before the other two women give chase.  Juli and Juni quickly get up and go after Blanka but can not keep up with Blanka’s speed and camouflage defenses.

Juli reaches for her radio “Master Bison, Juli reporting – It seems that the target has managed to escape and injure the Killer Bee in the process.  The target was able to blend with the wilderness and we were unable to track it; what is your order sir?”

With an angered look on his face “Son of a....!  All of you are going to pay and I’m going to raise some hell when I get there!”


SOMEWHERE IN THE AMAZON –

Tired, bleeding, and hurt Blanka decides to sit down beside a nearby tree for some rest.  Still cradling his broken ribs, thoughts start to dwell of past memories, his childhood, his mom and dad, friends and his pet dog. 

Reaching in his pocket, he pulls out his ankle bracelet that he acquired back at the base.  The inside reads ‘To Jimmy, with love Mom’.  Blanka puts on the leather bracelet around his thick ankle “Mm-Mom, I miss you…I will find you someday” as the sun begins to set and the bright moon begins to descend its light into the darkness of the Amazon.