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Bushinguy - Bison is cunning when he wants to be, and I like the way my battles work too. Remember folks, you technically could put your hand to your face to block a sword, but be ready to snatch up that arm from the ground and beat the shit out of your enemy if you can. In other words, realistic fighting to a 2D fighting game world, and believe it or not, there have been several stories I've read that don't employ the ideas of left and right in their battles. I'm trying to avoid this at all costs if possible. The more Final Fighters idea gives me an idea. As for more OC characters with Bushin… well, first priority is to fill ranks with styles maybe not yet seen. For instance, few know what Krav Maga is, but you'll find out. Heck, even I didn't know what it was called, yet I had a plan for someone with that style of fighting! Whew!

Dasu - Yes, Mike Haggar. A game of this all would be cool, wouldn't it? The public demands shotos though so I doubt that'd ever work. Calm down though. I'll keep writing, and yes more characters will show.

Maynar Nimaya - I'm really baffled by that. Adon is kind of simple to figure from his story. Adon likes Muay Thai, making enemies Muay Thai, power, fame, oh and Muay Thai. It's not exactly difficult to understand.

Lyrix of Azn Ethix - From what I understand, Bison does not tell lies very often, perhaps in rare cases where it isn't important. The most official guide to Street Fighter Plot said so itself, and that's the most reliable source of information you can get. For cripes sake, he just blabs to everyone about his Psycho Drive in Alpha 3 as though telling them 'Just kill me and win already!' The OC characters are interesting because they're diverse. It's such that you wont likely find an OC from America or Japan unless it's a blue-green moon, since there are already a baker's dozen Americans and nearly as many Japanese guys too, other countries need their fill.

I just hope things are seeming consistent. It's not easy to jump five time zones and remember an exact time of day it should be. Bear with me though. I hope characters seem like they should be canonwise, such as Bison being evil, though never have I seen him calmly as such, but maybe demons can make someone a bit more appreciative of life. Meh, I think I have others down pat, or so I hope. Anyway, be wary of excessive swearing by a female Bushin ninja punk.

Chapter 6 - Never Live...As a Human

North Vietnam

'Ah, Nam!' a man thought as his fingers strummed against a metallic stick 'Those were the days! Fear of ambush and death all around. Guns, violence, and explosives ready to go off and obliterate your entire contingent. It was a death trap.' a man with a small scar on his face thought quietly as he grinned menacingly. 'I miss it! I miss the thrill of battle, the cries of the innocent victims, and the sheer power I felt from torture. Ah… good times!' Wearing yellow army clothes, and a red cap upon his head, this man was Rolento Schugerg, a once Red Beret of the United States Military who served in the Vietnam War, that is of course, until he got the boot for over the top cruelty. 'Not like I was wrong. It's WAR, not peace! War is a giant massacre of terror and destruction. We are no better than anyone else, yet I let my foes know they're to suffer, and I'm wrong? The government is too secretive for their own good sometimes.' With that thought, he twirled his metallic baton in his hand with a greater expertise than any parade flashy acrobat could ever dream of doing. 'Just standing here in the muggy nighttime brings back the fearful memories. I yearn for war!'

As Rolento grinned maliciously into the night sky, he was not as alone as he thought, for watching like a prowling jaguar amongst the trees, one woman snarled silently in rage and vengeance. Though Vietnam War had ended before the seventies, Rolento was not satisfied with the destruction, or lack thereof, having already been given the boot from the military, the man with the baton had returned alone, stalking dangerously in the night. It was in 79 that Rolento had fun destroying yet another village. As he did, his wicked and cruel grin never faded, but his bloodlust was untamable. Sutma however, survived that attack by luck and remembered his face. He had killed both her parents as amongst the victims. She remembered his loud gloating, 'I am Rolento F. Schugerg! I take no prisoners, and will rule all!' that was what he said years ago.

Life only got worse for the black skinned girl of vengeance. She would be captured by a military organization called Shadaloo nearly a decade later. She was used in a projected of enhanced teenage girls as assassins, and was codenamed Suntama. This would only bolster her power, for the day she could hope to reap her vengeance. In all actuality, Sutma enjoyed being in the service of M. Bison, simply because it gave her more purpose to her life, and a focus to her ambitions. Sure she was mindless, but living in fear was far worse anyway, was it not?

With a rustling swift motion, Sutma was gone from her position to swiftly move like the cunning jungle cat to another shadowy spot. Rolento however, was on the alert, deep in thought. "Hmm…" he thought quietly as he held his military baton. "Show yourself if you're foolish enough to try and fight!" the military man demanded like a professional, with enthusiasm and no fear. He was a soldier, not a sissy!

"It is YOU, Rolento, who should have never shown up here at all!" spoke a female voice spitefully. Following the words, a slender female appeared in front of him. With her black skin, braided black hair, and a spear that looked far stronger than any that Olanjut could have made, due to the use of metallic spearheads, and stronger shaft, Sutma was ready to avenge.

Rolento cocked his eyebrow to the display, "You are just a little girl. Why are you here to stir up trouble you may not be able to handle?"

"I'll gladly explain," the woman replied, "when I've stabbed you in the throat!" she roared as the metallic poker lunged forward towards the military man, but he was far too agile and with an acrobatic back flip, he was out of the way, a knife flying towards the girl in retaliation.

This too, was easy to stop, as the Negro girl slapped the knife away with her bare hand, picking it up off the floor. "You should never have come here!" she repeated, with tears in her eyes. Rolento would die, she would ensure it!

"I don't know what you're talking about," Rolento said as he towards the girl in a rightwards direction, avoiding the knife the girl threw back "but if you wish to die, I can be more than happy to arrange it." the military man stated as he leapt at the girl once more with his baton ahead of him spinning and twirling blindingly fast.

The girl however, was ready for the charging assault, and as Rolento was almost upon her, she was in the air, foot first. "Cannon Spear!" she yelled, as her foot led her body airborne, only to swiftly have the kick follow into spear poke, for such a swift motion was by far unable to be as powerful, especially when you're leg is pulling you against the laws of gravity, to which Rolento had no chance to get out of the way from, so he did what he always did, and wielded his baton to meet the attack with his own. Most of the dolls utilized their feet alone for this attack, but Sutma used her spear.

He cringed as he swung his weapon, meeting the metal spear tip with a clang in the air, though the kick did strike him in the stomach. "You are strong for a girl so young. Tell me, why are you seeking to make such a dangerous enemy in myself." he asked seriously. 'It's a shame she wouldn't be interested in my grand utopia… I wonder how Sodom's doing, right about now?'

"You bastard!" the dark skinned girl cried, "You murdered my family and my village!" she did not wait for a reply, as she sprinted towards the man spear first. She would adorn his skull upon her spear, and it would be glorious indeed, or so she thought.

"I doubt I'd have spared anyone." Rolento shrugged honestly as he met the spear with a parrying clang against his baton. "I don't take prisoners. They are not ideal to a utopian society."

The girl growled, "You aren't ideal to a utopia either. You are scum, and do not deserve life!" she did not wait for the man to retaliate before swiftly thrusting her spear with a great speed. "Ha!"

Rolento was not prepared, and as such, was struck at the shoulder, and blood did stain his yellow coat. "God damn it!" he shouted as he clasped his other hand to his bloody shoulder. 'I will retreat for now.' he said to himself as he winced, grabbing a small grenade from his belt, and threw it at the girl.

The girl was easily able to get out of the way of the explosive object, but there was only one problem. "That mother fucker is gone!" she growled, for the army man in yellow was nowhere to be seen. She would get him, and she would finish the job next time as well.

Barcelona, Spain

"Well, if it isn't the coward." Vega stated with a sneer.

Bison laughed, 'Come now! I am done with Cammy for good. I know you are pleased to hear that.' the voice may have had no body but it felt so cold and evil to the syllable.

"A bit…" the Spanish man agreed, for he did like the fact that the created human was safe. "but why are you here?" he asked, his grip on the pink haired girl still strong as he questioned Bison.

'Recruitment, of course. I have need for some of my assassins.' the voice replied.

Vega's eyes seemed to lose their red evil for a second. "No sé…" the masked matador trailed as he spoke in Spanish.

'What if I told you I was after a better looking host body… perhaps one more beautiful.' the voice hinted. Bison knew Vega was a sucker for beauty.

"I will NOT be your vessel." Vega snarled. Vega was beautiful, if not a pompous, and extremely egotistical psycho, but he was no moron.

'No, of course not.' Bison chuckled.

"Perhaps you are seeking your Italian self again." the matador laughed. He may not have been too particularly interested in the purple haired fortune teller, but beauty was beauty, even if her suicidal ideals scared him shitless. Regardless, it was the most appealing look he had ever seen Bison as. A Bison easy on the eyes is one easy to follow.

'Good god, no!' Bison scoffed in pure disgust. The Shadaloo master, truth be known FEARED Rose. She was the same soul as him, and every shred of her goodness weakened his dark powers by far. 'Only when I can be entirely sure that she is fully dead would I ever consider her again, but your thoughts are correct. I was pleasing to the eye, wasn't I? You know, I did enjoy that body in a few ways, but they did not weaken her will at all.' he rambled with a dark chuckle. 'Ah, but I digress. The host avatar I seek is nobody you have met before, but I am sure you will like what you see…' Bison would have grinned if he had a visible form. 'Well, at least more than that UGLY double chinned man in he red police getup.'

"I'll consider your offer. Anything is better than the double chin clod." the Spanish man said indifferently as he tapped his claw against the wall. "Gracias for wasting my time."

'Think on it Vega. I may not be with a body, but I have been doing quite a bit of recruiting.' The Bison voice was calm, 'Now, as for you, Januara… I'm sure you can figure that I wish to offer you the same. Join Shadaloo once more!'

"Why should I?" she hissed, slightly muffled by Vega's choking grasp and a piercing claw threatening her life. "I'd rather not be side by side with this murderous bastardo!"

"I don't know what I did," Vega said honestly. "Did I take someone close to you?"

"You took me from my home, when I was a child to be an enslave soldier." she hissed with saddened agony. "You took me from my home!" she repeated.

"Of course I did." The Spanish murderer shrugged. "You are strong and beautiful, after all." Vega explained.

'Vega seems to be telling the truth.' Bison concurred. 'I do not pick my soldiers on a whim. Only the strongest are worthy!'

"That won't back the past!" Januara roared as she kicked wildly.

'Join and you can have the past you had by my side, again!' Bison urged. 'I could use your communications skills, and I'll leave you your free will too.' The voice paused, as Enero struggled, 'I am asking as a broken and bodiless man here.'

"You are not a man!" she hissed.

'And you were never supposed to live as a human.' Bison countered calmly. 'Perhaps I should have it ensured you don't ever continue to. Vega, you have my permission to make a 'beautifully' bloody mess on the concrete below.'

The pink haired girl's eyes widened. "Wait!" she shouted in fear as Vega brought her towards where he release for a forty foot plummet. "I accept!" she spoke quickly and with fear. "Don't kill me!"

'Fear is power, can you not see?' Bison chuckled. 'You have made a wise choice to show fear, and you will be rewarded for your decision to join me. Vega, do not kill the woman, if you can help it. I must depart.'

"Very well…" Vega said with a fake pout. Bison however, was already gone. "¡Oh mi dios¿Dónde ESTÁN mis maneras?" he said sarcastically. "I have not yet shown my pretty guest, hospitality."

The January doll gasped as Vega did an acrobatic leap, hopping a few walls to a swift, yet safe descent to the ground below. She gasped for air as she caught her breath. "Don't think I'll forgive you!"

Vega laughed with his effeminate voice, "Who said I wanted you to like me." he cackled "You are a strong person, however, and I would like to… dance." he said with a grin.

"You are asking to get hurt¡Usted realmente es insano!" she spat, as she grabbed her microphone, as she gazed about. The area was oddly empty, and though there were brick walls, and a tall fence, there was spacious enough room for a fight.

"I won't kill you, but you best not kill me either." the clawed Spaniard said, "You do fear Bison as much as I do, I'm sure." It was a statement… a very true statement. Very few were brave enough to dare face Bison without even the slightest bit of fear.

The doll of January nodded. "I still hate you!" she declared. "If you want to fight, somehow I get the feeling there is no choice but for me to comply."

"Good girl!" Vega smirked as his mask covered his face. "Bailamos!" he shouted, and the dance of battle began.

Nevada, USA

Balrog snarled. He was never very good at knowing his probability at casino games. 'Damn it! When will this bitch-ass thing give me money!'

A soft, yet darkly jovial laugh caught the boxer's attention 'Balrog, it is time I gave you your pay.'

"About time!" he snarled.

'Calm yourself, and try not to speak so much aloud. I am contacting you telepathically, and as such, you alone can hear me. I know thinking isn't your strongest aspect, by far you have a stronger kick than you do a brain, but just try.' Bison said as soothingly as an evil bastard could.

The boxing man grunted at the rudeness, as he growled in trembling rage. 'Well fork up the cash, bitch! NOW!'

'Don't burst your blood vessels. Stick another quarter into the slot machine.' The telepathic man commanded.

'You said I'd make money!' the boxer snarled.

'What's but one quarter to you? Think about it!' It was an order, and it may have been Balrog's most difficult task ever! 'I am a psychic, and can see the future. I am guiding your play…'

The boxer's eyes went wide with ambition and realization. "Oh!" he said aloud, before clasping his mouth shut. He didn't need any more reasoning to start up the machine yet again.

'Now, pull when I say so, and do NOT hesitate.' Bison said sternly, as Balrog's hand rested on the lever. With the guidance of foresight, the boxer pulled the lever when his boss commanded. Surely enough, the jackpot icon appeared in the first slot. 'And… now!' the boxer pulled again, and yet another jackpot icon appeared, all gold and surrounded by a variety of colors. 'One more… and NOW!' the boxer's hand swiftly pushed the lever, and time felt as though it slowed to the speed of a heartbeat, whatever the hell that means.

"C'mon!" Balrog blurted with a sweat. "C'mon!" The tension built so high, but then it happened. A third jackpot icon, and the sirens flared. "YEA!" he roared extra loudly. "WAHOOHOO!" this was probably the happiest day of his dull and violent life.

'Congratulations, I am surprised by your luck… oh wait, no I'm not.' Bison's voice cackled. 'All I ask is about thirty to forty percent of your winnings.'

Balrog stopped in his gloating dance as people ran to slots to try and win the jackpot for themselves. 'WHAT? You gone crazy, bitch?'

'You have me to thank for winning nearly twenty-five million dollars, truly you could share some? I'll pay back triple of what you loan to Shadaloo.' Bison said professionally. Being the leader of an organization like Shadaloo required serious math and money management skills. 'Besides, its time to try the roulette table.' Balrog was not about to question his new found master in the psychic art of cheating the casinos and the theory of mathematical statistics.

Metro City, USA

"So, Mr. Haggar-san," Sodom stated, "How is your daughter?" Sodom asked. It was she after all, being kidnapped by Belgar, that caused Mad Gear to slowly begin to crumble.

Haggar laughed as he took another bite of juicy hamburger beef. "Ah, she's fine." he said, with a slightly full mouth. "She went north to Ontario, I dunno why, but I guess she's safe. I hear them Canadians don't got crime like here." the mayor shrugged. He was an American, and a proud supporter of the American way. Haggar wouldn't ever try to think bad of his country or especially his city.

Sodom nodded, "That is good to know." said Sodom. He himself was not too pleased with Belgar's decision to pull such a blackmail, but was it worth it for the crazy man to die? Sodom would have doubted it, for Belgar wasn't someone Sodom hated. Those glass windows were surely rotten little bastards. A window even killed the next Mad Gear leader, which Sodom himself recruited, Retu. A Japanese man like Retu was just too perfect for Sodom's new Mad Gear. There was no way around it, Retu had to be the new leader! Alas, he was killed by falling out of a window too. His hatred for falling out of windows was indeed dire.

The man stuck the burger into the open mouth slot of his mask and took another bite. It was strange to be eating American food, and it felt almost tainting to his Japanization, but the burger did taste good, even if it did have 'American' cheese in it. Perhaps he had been going about his Japanese idealism the wrong way… nah! Sodom would never give up on the Japanese or the idea of being that way, ever.

Location Unknown

Dr. Senoh sneered. Every law of science the midget had ever heard was fading fast. No doubt he was overreacting, even to the thought of a helium elemental compound, but that was still no small task. Regardless, Bison was back in charge, and recruitment was going smoothly. "I don't know how he's managing to get them to want to join us when we have shit for offerings." the man sighed. "Vega, Birdie, Balrog," he said the boxer's name with his teeth clenched, for he could swear the boxer's stupidity was going to make him drop at least fifty IQ points. "Even managed to get our gerbil's friend to join…"

Guy was more enraged than his little rodent body could handle. Cody had been tricked into joining Shadaloo, and Guy would have rather died than have had his best friend turned against him! "God damn him!" the little gerbil yelled.

Senoh sneered yet again. "Shut up and run your hamster wheel, rodent! If your friend behaves himself, you know you're both free to go." Guy gritted his rodent-like teeth as best as any rodent could to these words. The evil was too overwhelming, Guy could sense it! It was too wrong!

Juni sat in silence as she simply listened. Bison seemed to be considering her as a far lesser being if he had reacquired Enero's trust as well. She had been wondering why she even decided to find Bison again. He was just so vile, and cruel, yet jovial about it all, as if it was a relaxing way of life. It was sickening, very sickening, as a matter fact, but somehow, Juni felt she could be safe. But said security would lead to loneliness and emptiness! She could only hope that Julia hadn't killed herself yet, if only for her own selfish wants. She would have to ask Bison if he'd let her go home, at least for a visit.

"I have good news!" boomed a bodiless voice, Bison had returned, and he seemed pleased. "Under my guidance, Balrog has gambled up a lot of money for Shadaloo to fund itself." he stated factually but smug.

Senoh smiled. "Wonderful news, sir…" Senoh welcomed the idea. He needed the money for some of his science experiments. "So now what? Aren't you concerned about your enemies knowing of your return?"

Bison's bodiless voice laughed, "Not really. Tell me, who should I be afraid of? Many people no longer hold a personal grudge against me, now that they think I'm dead. I doubt that even Chun-Li or Guile would feel the urge to want to kill me twice." He paused, "Cammy and Ryu are of no use to me any more, and I'd rather not risk having need for them, either." Another brief breather was taken by the bodiless entity, "I am sure that Akuma does not want to bother either, or so I hope. This time, I am more aware of the risks and the rewards!"

Juni's eyes glazed over as she looked down at the floor. 'Always talk of death and plans for destruction. Why can't there ever be a sense of love and belonging?' It was this lack of belonging that kept Juni with Julia for so long, for so strange was the world around them that they felt like outcasts, unwanted by anyone. They were, as Bison had told them, never to dare think they could live as humans, yet that was perhaps the biggest lie Bison ever told, and maybe one of the very few as well. They were human, and had deep feelings of loss and sorrow. So lost even when they were together, that Juni ran away from their home. What use in the honest world was there for an assassin? Others at least had families or other skills. Perhaps, none of the others really were safe, or did have belonging. Who could say for sure?

"What's the matter Juni?" Bison's bodiless voice said in a calm, yet chilling tone. "Homesick?" The orange haired girl nodded. "Well, why would I deprive you of your home? You have been so loyal after all, I think you deserve more freedom, but do keep hushed about what is going on down here." he added with a creepily happy hiss. "I'll know, trust me!"

Juni nodded. "Thank you." she said before swiftly bolting for any way the heck out of there.

"I don't trust her!" Senoh snapped. "She'll squeal on us!"

"Nonsense!" Bison laughed. "She'd never manage."

"Aren't you worried though?" Senoh asked. "We need to be careful. We have powerful enemies!"

"We have a few…" Bison stated, as his bodiless voice filled the room. "We may have none at all, if we are careful. I will need a new body soon, and hopefully Sutma will comply. I almost get the feeling she just might." his voice laughed darkly, "She is a doll, after all, and they were never meant to live like humans, that is what I told them. If they were able to live a normal human's life, I'd have been lying." he chuckled. Bison was noble, in a sadistically evil manner, when he wanted to be.

Barcelona, Spain

Vega was a speedy demon indeed. Januara was not able to keep up with the speedy mask man if her life depended on it. Her microphone was in her hand. It was more than just a communication device, it could channel her powers into electricity. It was designed that way by Bison long ago, and it still worked. "Serpiente Eléctrica!" the woman declared, as the microphone took on a faint yellow glow, only to unleash a thin bolt of electricity in front of her that wavered in whatever direction she guided.

"The speed of light is unbeatable." Vega grinned as he hopped the wall, "But that's only if you can make it move as such." the matador grinned as he easily hopped from wall to wall to dodge the zapping. "Kee-ya!" he roared in his effeminate voice which he said as his claw lashed outwards from above, giving a little extra to the power behind the swift slash. With his graceful acrobatics, he landed on his feet. "That's a feo cut on your face." he said mockingly.

The pink haired Spaniard was pained by the slash across the cheek. Blood was spilling from it too. "You're a self centered jerk!" she snarled. Vega was cruel, and enjoyed torture far too much.

"Thank you." Vega chuckled, "You are amazing at stating the obvious." he broke into a childish giggle as he followed with a kick from the side.

"Trueno del gamberro!" the Spanish doll shouted as she took on the shape of a ball, covered in a surging light of the color yellow, which bounded into the air as swift as lightning. Vega was caught in the shock, and felt a strange jolt of pain course through his body as he took a nasty hit. As the girl finished her balled up thundering which was only a few feet off the ground at most, the energy faded.

Vega's body jolted and quirked for a few seconds afterwards. It had been years since he felt the pain of an electrical shock in a fight. Not ever since the green man from South America, at the very least. "I can see why Bison favors you." he grinned from behind his mask, before extending his clawed hand in a slashing punch.

The girl raised her hand to intercept and block, but the claw cut the skin, and it felt painful and bled lightly, but she would not lose to this bastard, as she raised her foot to the man's face to kick him down, but it was met with a fierce shove from the matador's clawless hand that sent the girl off balance and to the floor, to which he followed up with a favorite technique of his. He balled into a cartwheel and bounced along the ground, smashing into the girl with the force of a high speed bowling ball, and just as much kinetic force. It was the Rolling Crystal Flash, or so the matador called it and Vega loved nothing more than to show his enemies the power of tuck and roll, the ugly ones especially. As he ended, his claw extended for a final stab, stopping short of the girl's beating heart, which he could have easily carved his way to and plucked out like shish kabob. "Now, wasn't that muy fantastico?" the nimble masked man smirked, as he removed his mask.

The pink haired girl breathed heavily as she spoke. "I still hate you!" she snarled with rage.

"That is a shame," the matador said with a blatantly faux pout. "I love you a lot!"

"Bullshit!" the girl snarled.

The matador grinned, "Indeed it is." he stated with a chillingly evil giggle. "But I'd rather do put that beauty to good use… after all, Bison wants you alive." the matador was wild with feral insanity, as his tongue trailed up the girl's cheek. Blood… how he enjoyed the taste of the blood on his tongue. It tasted sweet, and satisfying, but that was usually the case with beautiful people. "Who says that death is the worst fate one can have? I surely don't." he winked. "Whether or not you enjoy yourself is truly your own choice, especially if you don't struggle…" he sighed as he grasped the girl by the neck again "But I might enjoy your screams a bit too much."

"Go to hell!" she replied, as she made a dreadful mistake. She spat in Vega's unmasked face.

Vega paused then, suddenly panicky with fear. "My face!" he said meekly. "You cunt fucking, bitch!" She had made the ultimate mistake. She had marred his beautiful face with her saliva. She had ruined his beautiful face! Oh the AGONY! With a snarl, Vega's red eyes seemed to illuminate with rage as his hand grabbed her large hair with force. "I don't care what Bison said," he roared in a tone deeper and darker than anything Vega was usually able to make his voice box produce, "I'm going to rip off your head by your hair."

Januara gulped audibly, in pure terror as the pain of a strong hair pulling felt as though it could rip her scalp off. This was probably the worst day of her entire life. "I hate you! Sick bastard!" she said through the vocal responses to the physical pain. This time, she could only cry. Tears of fear, anger, rage, sadness and anything else just poured down her face without anything to hold them back. She just needed to cry, and let it be known that she had all but given up. "Perhaps Bison was right all along…" she said between sobs, "I could never…" she cried, "live, like a human." she said, "Finish me off…"

The matador's eyes widened to this. 'Never live like a human…' the words haunted his mind. Vega thought on these five simple words with his tongue at the side of his lips, yet he had heard them before, though sometimes with as in place of like. He had heard them from Bison himself, though never addressed to mask wearing Spaniard himself. 'Hmm, should I?' he questioned his lecherous and murderous plans. Should he dare to scar this pink afro haired girl for life psychologically? Should he teach her that nobody dares touch the face of the Spanish Ninjitsu beauty? He'd need to think on it now that she mentioned those words. 'Never live as a human…' he remembered vividly how Bison had said that to Cammy.

North Vietnam

Rolento swore repeatedly as he sat alone, clutching his bleeding wound. 'So… that girl apparently remembers me?' he snarls. 'I should have been more careful in my savagery.' he said as he winced to the blood. He wouldn't dare risk anyone else by chance remembering his rampaging destruction. He would need to nurse the wound alone, or find someone who could help him. For now, only the cloth on his own shirt would suffice for putting a stymie on the blood flow.

Rolento loved war! He liked the military extortion, firearms bloodshed, and the genocidal bombings to name a few things. There were no prisoners! That was a mistake Hitler made… not that Rolento liked Hitler. In fact, he hated the man from what he heard of him, but he could not deny his military brilliance. War should know no race, other than human, for skin color and religion are not even a subspecies in the way that tigers and cheetahs were subspecies of the feline group. People are people, no matter their beliefs. The strong and the loyal were the types of people Rolento liked, as it takes people to build a military force.

At the same time, however, Rolento began to wonder whether his military ideals were correct. Like most Americans, Rolento feared death, and with a utopian nation that had fleeting success at strong recruits, Rolento began to wonder if he was wasting his time. 'I won't die here from such a trivial wound!' He thought as he winced in pain, releasing a rather whine to the injury's intensity. 'I am a soldier! I will persevere!'

While Rolento was brooding and bleeding in the jungle, the spear maiden who attacked him was back at her home in its solitude. Life had been so tormenting and agonizing. Sutma was never one for social graces. It was a personality trait that Bison thrived upon in his beautiful dolls. With a lack of social skills, their true calling would be silent assassination with rare questioning to his orders. Sutma felt empty without that purpose, and even her pet and best friend of a monkey died long ago. She was unguided and without purpose, until she spotted Mr. Schugerg. He was a madman as far as she cared, and an addict to chaos to the point that he would return nearly a decade later to create terror and havoc. "He'll die!" she yelled as she forcefully slammed her spear into the dirt below, piercing the ground a small hole.

'Vengeful, aren't we?' a chillingly jolly tone said. 'I like your determination!'

The dark skinned woman blinked, and after a second worth of thought, she realized, "It's you!"

'Yes, it's me!' The voice chuckled coldly. "That's not exactly very informative though."

"Bison…" she blinked. She heard he had been killed. "Something isn't right about this!" she hissed, scared for her life. She could hear his voice, but he was nowhere to be seen.

'Relax yourself. I am not here to make an enemy of you.' The disembodied voice explained. 'I am without a physical host body, but I am here.'

"Is that supposed to make me believe you?" The woman questioned with disbelief.

'I suppose it isn't.' Bison admitted with another laugh 'All I can say is that it is true, and that Shadaloo is growing back fast. A skilled hunter like yourself is welcome back any time, and I'll even allow you free will.'

"I don't care about all that!" she snapped.

'I can even help you hunt and kill that man, I believe his name is… Rolento.' Bison's voice stated, 'I can give you power…' he thought over his words carefully 'more power!' he quickly said. The Vietnamese girl was enhanced by Psycho Energies, and every drop, if energy could be turned into drops, was great indeed. 'Why do you think Sagat joined me?'

"Sagat's plight is NOTHING like mine!" she knew the story of Sagat. Few people didn't know that Sagat sought a rematch with the only worthy rival that the one eyed giant could ever think of. "I want Rolento dead!"

'His life is meaningless to me.' Bison admitted, 'But perhaps he has better uses in life that can be utilized to torture and agonize him.'

"Get o the point!" the girl snapped.

'Rolento has an able and worthy host body.' Bison stated, 'He is agile, and seems to have the natural charisma about him that a military leader should have. It won't be permanent, but perhaps for a while, I can use that as a corporeal form.'

The girl thought on this for a minute. She could not stand the army man's face, for it made her sick to her stomach with vengeance. "I'll think about it. How's that for an answer? It's neither yes nor no."

The Bison voice sighed in defeat. 'I suppose that is the best I can get. Time is short though, for I believe he is not here for a long visit in such a hostile territory.' Bison said that with blatant hinting. 'Well, just remember that with me, you will have and feel a purpose to your empty life!' His voice seemed to fade. 'Remember your place in life…' The chilling voice said no more.

Metro City, USA

Mike Haggar was bawling out in laughter. He nearly choked on his burger as he pounded the table in hysteria. "You're kidding, right?"

"No, Mr. Haggar-san the Red Cyclone really is homosexual." Sodom stated. To the samurai, it was no big deal. If Zangief was gay, then so be it. It was never his choice, and really, it was no god damn big deal, unless of course you were the man's rival.

"Haha!" The ex-mayor laughed. "That's rich!" he paused to catch his breath, "I can't believe I've found a worthy rival in that man, now that I know this, I doubt I'd ever wanna get in a fight with him. Those hands I'm sure can grab." he chuckled lightly before pounding his hand against the table again. There were already fries scattered amongst the floor from Haggar's fit of hysteria.

"Zangief is a good and honorable person." Sodom stated, "Just because he prefers the same gender doesn't make him any less of a person." At least, Sodom hoped that was true. Was beauty truly skin deep? Never! It extended as far as nationality as far as Sodom was concerned. Sodom's reasoning was probably obvious for that. 'Besides that, Zangief-sana's biggest fan and aspirer is Japanese.' He remembered when he met her too, her name, her face, everything. She was, after all, Japanese. Mika Nanakawa, or Rainbow Mika, as she used in the ring. Indeed, she was a rainbow of color. Never had he thought Japanese women could be so brave and proud to fight in a sport such as wrestling. Not to mention the fact quite bluntly that she kicked his ass. Sodom felt respect for such a worthy opponent in a Japanese woman especially. "It really isn't that funny, Mr. Haggar."

The wrestling political person heaved heavily to catch his breath, "I guess you're right." he shrugged as he lied. He figured he might as well avoid gathering any more stares, but he still snickered quietly to the thought. "So you never told me what you've been up to. Sumo training, huh? I don't get the Japanese gig you're trying to pull, really."

Sodom let his head droop. Sometimes, even he didn't know why he wanted to be Japanese more than anything else in the world. It's just something that's always been with Sodom, sort of like an instinct he felt for the longest time. "It is… what I want to be. It's sort of like why you wanted to be mayor, is it not? You can't explain why, but you did it anyway."

Haggar scratched his head confused. "I knew damn well why I wanted to be mayor. I decided to take politics to the power of my fists and wrestling. I call it, involved government working." he smiled with pride. "I'm probably one of the bravest military leaders ever!" even though he had no military power, being only a city mayor, taking up a job against several thugs with only the help of a few select allies does wonders for your reputation. "Heck, did you know Mad Gear came back?" Haggar offered. "Right quickly too, but Guy was away training and Cody got put in prison. It's as though their main target was Guy though since they captured his chick and her father."

Sodom was glad his face was hidden behind a mask that showed little emotion. "You… you don't say, Mr. Haggar-san." he said hesitantly and scared.

"Yea, a bunch of punks. Too bad Guy was busy in deep training. He was going on about some organization called Shader… Sha… err, something, I forgot." the mayor explained nonchalantly. "I even got to smack Rolento around!" he laughed, "That was fun!"

"Rolento? I thought he left Mad Gear to start a utopian nation… which I am now helping him achieve." Sodom was shocked. He had no idea that the corrupted Red Beret still helped Mad Gear under the Samurai's rule, and without him even having half a clue about it either. 'Guy was after Shadaloo? I had no idea,' he said impressed, 'He is honorable, but I still despise him.'

"Well, whatever it is, it's not important. Funny thing though, I knocked some clown out of a window…" he thought over his wording for a second, "again…" as he paused yet a second time to reconsider the honesty of his words. "well, okay! So it was Cody who chucked Belgar out of the window, but still…"

"Retu…" Sodom said quietly, his hands trembling, and fists tightening involuntarily. The kabuki warrior was his in command leader, as Sodom had deemed fit a man as Japanese as Retu to be in charge.

"You okay?" Haggar asked, concern in his voice.

"Tell me, Mike." he said gravely serious. "Who… who helped you out this time?"

"Well, Rena's sister Maki did, and some sword wielding Latino named Carlos." he shrugged. "Is there a reason why you ask? Cuz it doesn't seem too important to me."

Sodom could not bear to be dishonest any longer. "I beg of your apologies, Michael-san." said Sodom in his most serious voice, "It was me who was in charge of Mad Gear. It was my plan to get vengeance on Guy for my most humiliating defeat!" he practically babbled.

Haggar was not as hostile as the American samurai was expecting. He did have a scowl on his face, but it died quickly. "Well, as long as you don't threaten my town ever again, then I forgive you." he paused, "Do ya really hate Guy that much?"

"Hai…" he said in regret. "I am humbled by your willingness to forgive me, and I assure you I will never trouble you or the ones you care about ever again." he added another Japanese bow of respect.

"I still think ya should go say some apologies." Haggar suggested, for it was probably not his place to tell the Caucasian samurai what to do. "The old man ya had captured died… it happened a few months back, actually. I'm surprised Guy didn't show up for his funeral." he said, before escalating in dramatic prose. "I'm almost appalled!" he stopped himself. "Heck, for god's sake, even Cody showed up, even if briefly!"

"My condolences and apologies yet again for the trouble." Sodom said, bowing yet again, this times with his hands together in a prayer format. "I might have come myself, had I known about it."

"Eh, it's not your fault." Haggar said with an indifferent tone as he shrugged his shoulders slightly. "He was old, as I'm sure you know." and Sodom nodded. "However," Haggar continued. "The old man's daughter is still here. She gave up searching for Guy. I guess she figured that if he couldn't even show up to the old man's burial, then he was not worth the title of Bushin Master. I almost don't blame her. She still don't have his title though, but she's still training to be worthy of it."

"What of his other daughter?" Sodom asked. He would likely need to apologize to her as well. He ordered her capture, after all.

"I, well to be honest, haven't a clue." the once mayor said. "I guess that she left that day when she realized that something wasn't right. If he wasn't coming home in nearly seven years, I suppose I'd freak out too."

Sodom nodded darkly in understanding. He had been so absorbed with Haggar's speech that he forgot about his food. Heck, both men practically weren't thinking about eating at all. "I see. I will apologize to lady Maki, Mr. Haggar-san."

Haggar's face grimaced slightly. "How the hell did you get mixed up with Mad Gear anyways?" he asked, for Sodom wasn't acting very evil as a gang like mad gear would be. Heck, he was as noble as a knight, a Japanese knight, but that's what a samurai was, as far as the Americanized definition was, and maybe the definition in Europe as well; a Japanese knight is a samurai.

"It was a desperate decision, and rather baka at that!" Sodom said coldly. He hated talking about how he came to join Mad Gear to begin with.

Haggar shrugged as he eyed his watch. "Well, speaking about all that we've been speaking about, Maki said she'd meet up with me to beat up punks and then go out to eat with me."

"Mr. Haggar-san!" Sodom gasped. "I thought your daughter was older than her!" Could it be? Was Mr. Haggar going down the path of pedophilia?

Haggar laughed heartily without even a tinge of visible embarrassment. "Not like that. It's just as friends." He said unwavering from his enthusiasm, "Besides, my days with the ladies are more than likely done with. I've had my fun, so it's all good. There's still my career in the government. I'm running for state senator next term." he said proudly. "I may have lost first time, but I wont lose again. Damn Republicans!" he snarled. Haggar was a man who fought for the common man, and was democratic as mayor, and ran as democratic every election. Big business never suited him. After all, just looking at what money did to Belgar! It helped him take power and nearly control the city, and probably buy the favor of cops, and hire out all the other gangs, and heck it probably even let him cheat death as a zombie, though that last one was doubtful. Either way, Haggar was a democrat, and that was that. "You don't gotta vote for me if you don't wanna though." he grinned. The joke however, made little impact on the samurai who cared little about America to begin with. "So, you've been street fighting, as I think you mentioned. I could be wrong, but I swear ya said you were."

Sodom nodded. "Hai!" he nodded "I have been training under my rikishi sensei, Edmund Honda!"

"Riki, what?" Haggar asked.

"It's called Rikishi, dumb ass!" a snide voice, obviously female, said from a short distance away. Dressed in red, her outfit was in a similar manner to how Sodom remembered Guy's, except for a little detail of being far less clothing, to the point where the outfit seemed quite revealing. "Haggar, you dumb, slimy bastard!" she said. Roughly translated from gutter talk, this was basically hello.

"Maki, how nice to see you." Haggar said with a smile. He was far too used to her blatantly swearing, and foul tongue. Maki was, after all, a good person at heart, the words just sound nasty, but she was a nice person, honestly.

Sodom's eyes were wide with shock. "Konichiwa." he said in a low, and nervous tone. He had to force himself not to stare, not that she'd have noticed with the strange mask providing a darkening to where his eyes faced.

Maki stared at the man with a gaze of disgust "Who's this fat-ass robot?"

"I am Sodom, lady Maki-san." he said with a bow. "You are a bushin warrior, are you not?"

"You talk as bad as you look, and you look like shit!" the woman commented, "Yea I'm a Bushin, and you better not forget it or I'll beat you till ya bleed," she threatened, "but you just won't die, because then you wouldn't suffer." she grinned with her welcoming threat.

"Maki!" Haggar said slightly appalled, "That's no way to treat our friend."

Maki snorted, "He ain't any friend of mine!" she shrugged, "He does seem familiar though, but all you retards look alike…"

"Sodom was a member of Mad Gear." Mr. Haggar bravely explained, "He was also in charge when they kidnapped your sister and your father."

"Ah, so this ugly bitch needs his face rearranged." Maki said with a newfound understanding. "Well, I'm sure shit muncher here will be just fun to hurt."

"I humbly would like to apologize." Sodom said softly. He would not want to hurt this woman. Yes, she was like Guy, at least by fighting style, but still, she was Japanese, and she was brave and unafraid to say pretty much anything she damn wanted to. It was strange, but Sodom found himself attracted to her. It was more than likely due to her Japanese background at least ninety-five percent of the way, but there was still four percent for looks, and about one percent for everything else. That's exactly what love was made of, right? The word bullshit suit's a world where love is run by those ideals.

"Okay…" Maki trailed, uninterested, "And I'd humbly like to put jam your foot down your throat and out the other end through your ass!" she hissed. "Apology not excepted, dickweed!" This man had a lot of balls to dare admit that, she had to admit. He seemed strong too, and Maki liked strong men. They were more fun to turn into bloody pastes on the cement of the sidewalk. "What kind of man are you, with your using swords? Are you overcompensating? Oh wait, you probably are!" she laughed.

Sodom sighed. "I deserve your harsh words." he said complacently. "The crimes I've committed are inexcusable!"

"You deserve a harsh smack down, jackass!" Maki replied snidely.

"Uh, Maki," Haggar began. "We are in a public place, so do realize that kids eat burgers too. Ease up on the harsh language." he said quietly, "It'll look bad on my Senatorial campaign if I'm a trash talker, or seen conducting conversation with one."

"Gah!" Maki groaned, "Fine! I'll be a good little bitch." she said with sarcasm, "But only cuz your cool and all, Mr. Haggar." Mike Haggar was a respectable person after all. Anyone who could govern a crime infested city like Metro City and still manage to find time to take out these bastards outnumbered ten to one deserves at least some respect, and that's only at the very least.

"So…" Mr. Haggar said, "You were talkin about that time in Japan when you met with Zangief? He's…" he snickered loudly as he spoke, "He he!" he couldn't hold his laughter back this time. "He's gay!" he nearly shouted.

Maki was a bit shocked. "The Red Cyclone? Wow, I know I should be laughing at him for being a humongous fairy, but I just don't give a rat's ass!"

"Ok, ok! Haha!" Haggar laughed again, "I'll stop! I promise!" he said as his body trembled to hold back on his inane laughing.

Sodom nodded. "It was actually a few years back…" he stated as his head looked upwards, as though he were deep into some dramatic flashback story, which in fact, he was!

Japan, Three Years Ago

The sun glistened in the sky on a hot summer day. "Come along, pupil!" spoke a fat man with enthusiasm. Much to the dismay of any who could see him, he was practically stark naked, except for the small red thong and Edmund Honda's traditional blue sumo cloth. One would likely question the insanity of such a man, but this was no ordinary fat man. This was Edmund Honda, the jovial master of the art of the Rikishi, and today he was going to meet his friend, the Red Cyclone, Zangief. The smile on his face was always big, and the red striped paint made it seem an oddity.

"Os, sensei." Sodom complied. He too was in sumo attire, similar to that of his master, but he lacked the obesity, and he still had his mask covering his face. A small gray beard did stick out from beneath his mask however, which he saw as shameful to have, being not as Japanese as he would have hoped he could be.

The hot sand burned the feet as they walked along, but Honda was used to wandering the world barefoot, and the beaches were pretty clean. Shells, glass bottles, and anything that could hurt barefooted victims had been cleaned up. There were many people on the beach that day, but then again, beaches were usually loaded with people in the middle of July. "Comrade Honda!" a booming voice with a thick Russian accent greeted. "Is good to be seeing you again." he said as he shook the sumo's hand.

"Zangief, old friend, what brings you to this humble country?" Honda asked as he looked up at the wrestler. Zangief was a giant of a man at nearly seven and a half feet tall, and he had the muscles to make him appear as though he were an indestructible juggernaut of doom. His body was covered in scars and claw marks, and lots and lots of facial hair, which made him look even more menacing. In spite of all of this, Zangief was not a mean guy at all, unless you threatened the people of Russia. In that case, the macho power he commanded was by far brutal.

"I received invitation from one of my biggest fans to watch her in a match." Zangief said with pride. The proud Russian wrestler loved his fans and aspirers as much as he loved his country. "Mika makes me proud to be a wrestler. Knowing that I am guiding people along the path of the wrestler is like a victory for mother Russia!" he cheered.

"It is good to see you, nonetheless." Honda said with a smile.

Sodom spoke up nervously, "Sensei Honda-san, why are we here?"

"We are here, Sodom, for it is only proper to respect our fellow countrymen, and women." Honda said with enthusiasm, "Japan has produced many great warriors." The word shoto-scrub probably crossed the mind of all who dared to break character, "To see Japan have worthy wrestlers brings a tear of joy to my eye."

Sodom nodded "This country is great indeed. Thank you for this great honor, sensei." He was thrilled to get to meet the likes of a Japanese warrior. It was pride in this country that Sodom felt, for it fit his Japanism quite well.

"This way comrades!" Zangief said. "It would be rude if we were to miss out on Ms. Mika's match."

The sumo nodded in agreement as he followed. It was hardly a long walk for the three, for the voice they heard was unmistakable. "RAINBOW!" roared a feminine Japanese voice.

End Flashback

"Rainbow?" Maki asked in disgust, interrupting rudely "What kind of god damn fruitcake wrestler is this woman?"

"Mika Nanakawa." Sodom said with a positive tone "She is a gifted wrestler, unlike the Red Cyclone or Mr. Haggar… instead of brute force, she is more mobile and graceful.

"I've heard of her…" the wrestling ex-mayor realized. "I am interested to hear more of your story."

"It is long and filled with a most honorable and exhilarating battle!" Sodom said proudly. "It also has a mushy side to it…" he added for no good reason, regretting the fact that he ever attempted something so foolish in the first place.

"Well, if it's a bit uneasy," Haggar shrugged "tell it when you're ready. How long are ya stayin in town for?"

"A few days. As much as I am into the Japanese Spirit, Metro City is my home where I grew up." Sodom stated, and as they say, be it ever so humble, there's uh, home… or something.

"If ya need a home, you can board at my place." Haggar offered.

"I could not ask that of you, Mr. Haggar." Sodom said solemnly.

Maki snickered. "You're gonna likely take it anyway, pretending to be all noble and shit."

"I get boarders all the time." Haggar admitted. Carlos wasn't the first person to board at his home, nor was he the last, not by far. "As long as you're not a criminal, you're welcome to stay at my home. Maybe you can help me bust some heads!" Haggar grinned as he made a fist.

"If you are so sure…" Sodom thought for a second, "Then I accept your offer. Thank you, Haggar-san."

"HAH!" Maki laughed spitefully. "I told ya this dip shit would accept this offer greedily.

Sodom sighed in defeat. Somehow, he never seemed to have much luck with the ladies, especially the Japanese ones.

Genoa, Italy

Rose looked around her house. Much was still in order, and desecration was non-existent. "I am glad to know that everything is still intact." she said honestly. Silk drapes, exotic and of a splendor of colors adorned the room in an organized fashion. It was the way the Italian gypsy enjoyed it. Luxury and lavish may have seemed inefficient, but Rose wasn't out to be the miost noble person out there, even if she was a 'good soul'.

A red haired nurse followed her in to the room. "Olanjut seems healthy." the doll medic stated. "He seems to be malnourished and at a lack for some essential vitamins and calcium however."

Rose nodded uncaringly. "Hmm…" she stated as she went to one of her cabinets,. Her cards were still there, that was the best news she could ever hope for, for these cards were her gateway and catalyst at times to gazing to the future. She quickly sat at her tarot table. It was fancily set up with red silk curtains which mostly were used to help promote a tidy business in the past. With grace, Rose's hands worked a shuffler's magic on the cards. Mixing them up over and over again, her focus was intense. She then laid them down upon the table. "Pick on, April."

The nurse doll nodded as she flipped over a card. "Hmm…" she asked. "I got a seven of spades, what's that mean?"

Rose's eyes narrowed, as she realized, "It means… I, uh, have the wrong deck." Rose said slightly flustered. She NEVER made mistakes like this ever before. Something was gravely wrong. "I apologize for the inconvenience."

"It's ok." April shrugged, "Rose…" she began. The purple haired lady made no response, but that did not keep April from asking. "I was wondering… is it ok if I stay here, at your home still?" April could not explain it. She felt an emptiness inside of her, a needing for belonging. This need was satisfied when her brother was still alive, but it died with him, and now she had no hopes or dreams left, other than to repay Rose with the up keeping of her house. It was almost as though Bison's words were true, 'Don't think you can live as a human.'

"I would not be a good person to put you at risk. I am certain that Bison is after me, and I'm sure he'll be after any who seek to defend me. I don't want to make martyrs in my name!" Rose explained. 'I do not want to be missed when I'm dead.'

"But…" the girl said desperately, "I have nowhere else to go!" she said, "I don't know where else to go. I am empty and lost if I don't have a purpose given to me. She said desperately. "Bison was right!" she realized, "I never would be able… to live… as a human!" she trailed, tears streaming down her face.

"I think you should stay here with me." Rose concluded. "I am curious to find out more about his treatment of you 'dolls' as he put it, though I mean you no slander when I say it."

"Don't worry about it." sighed April. "I thank you for this. You've helped me out big time."

"I owe you one, as well as your brother." With Maggio's serendipitous plea for help, Rose would have never found the bow Rose said with brevity, as she stood up. "Anyway, I need some time to alone, to think." she said. Something inside of her felt empty, and missing. It was as though her telepathic powers were fading. She feared as though she was losing her powers and her deep connection with her soul felt as though it had crumbled. Only the great sense of constant danger let the purple haired gypsy know that all hope had not been lost. 'The steamy bath is the heaven I've missed for so long!' the psychic thought. "Ciao!" she said in a neutral tone, as she stepped up a spiral staircase. Time alone, at last!

Barcelona, Spain

The communications doll trembled in the luxurious cushion. Still bruised and filled with hatred, the pink haired girl wanted to rip the Spaniard's throat out. There were cats of prey everywhere. Panthers and tigers prowled the room as though nothing seemed different than their jungle homes thousands of miles away. Vega laughed, "Do not fear them." the clawed Spaniard said soothingly. "They are really gentle if you're not feo," he grinned. "Do be glad I spared you any pain." The Spanish man warned, his hand running his left blade of the claw on his other hand.

The pink haired girl nodded, "Uh, thanks." she said with a rather harsh, yet still grateful tone, "I guess…"

"Well, I do hope you are gone soon." the Spanish man admitted with a straight face. 'I have a most importante appointment with a giant Russian loser… as well as a fellow assassin.' "Oh," he piped up coolly, getting her eyes to return focus to him, "never touch my face, ever again!" the Spaniard snapped. "¿Comprende?" he asked. The woman nodded in fear.

A/N: Whew, what a long one! Big flashback fight coming up. It's wrestlers vs. um, fatter wrestlers. Get ready for teamwork throw downs. It would simply be too long to include it all now. Just had to tie up loose ends, or I'd be stuck in an inescapable day of events forever! Yes, time will finally pass next chapter, but don't think the character list is complete by a long shot! Bleh, I loathe writing battles with weapon users, since, well, a stab to the heart kinda, ya know, hurts… like, badly! Meh, I'll just have to be extra careful, I suppose. Anyways, uh… yea, that's that for now.