The Only Sane Man
Working with megalomaniacal dictators, a martial artist bent on revenge and Vega can really put a crimp in a relatively normal if dishonest lifestyle. This is the story of the Mercenary Boxer: Balrog.
Disclaimer: I don't own street fighter.
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What the hell have I got myself into? No seriously, could someone explain this whole thing to me, preferably slowly so I can point out where this whole thing stops making sense. Which is pretty much when I found myself in a bunker hidden in a statue in Thailand and working for a guy whose… you know what? Let's start at the beginning.
Where it all started, Los Angeles, California.
I was the biggest thing to hit the boxing circuit since "Iron Mike" a couple of decades ago and at the time, everyone loved me. See the mixed martial arts competitions were starting to take away one promoter's fans so they needed a poster boy. They got me. Some say I would have been better off inside the 8-sided cage then the four sided ring but I was never much of a ground fighter, couldn't get my head around all the different holds but I was strong. Really strong, you get hit with one of my punches you'll be seeing stars for days, even with padding. I won lots of heavyweight titles, became a household name, I thought about calling it quits at one point to go off and sell low-fat grills or something like that but I always shrugged it off an hour later when I was drinking champagne in the VIP lounge of some of the best clubs around the country.
Then I had a couple of matches in LA.
I was already getting in trouble on the circuit for being too aggressive. I got points docked off but it never stopped me winning. I always went for the knockout shot, but in LA the rules were a lot tighter, they forced me to hold back and I got DQ'd for both arguing with the official after sending one guy down with a head butt. Next thing I know, I got in a bar brawl, got charged with GBH or something like that, I tried claiming self defence but it's really hard to do that when the other guy ended in the hospital and I barely had a scratch.
Plus the cops there were a bunch of racists at the time but I ain't going there again.
So I guess I was floating around, looking for a job. I got banned from the ring, so I started getting bodyguard jobs, big names too. No-one sober was gonna mess with me if they wanted to still find teeth in their mouth, there was this one guy who was looking for a trip to India, but he said he had enemies all around him, or something. Small guy, wasn't famous, must have had some dealings with the mob, or at least that's what I thought at the time.
So we arrive in India, everything's fine for a while, then he gets bumped around by the crowd a bit and we get separated, no big deal, then there were these elephants.
Longer story short, I punched out an Indian elephant and from then on it got really, and I mean really weird.
As if punching out a freaking elephant wasn't weird enough.
"Of course!"
Aw crap, someone said the big man's plan was to take over the world again.
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Has there ever been something from Balrog's perspective? He seems to be the one in Shadaloo that everyone forgets about.
