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THE RUSSIAN CONCUSSION!
Adam was feeling pretty satisfied having just knocked out the
(perceived) poacher.
"Wow," he said looking at his fist. "I really have become a lot
stronger then when I first arrived here." He started heading back to Blanka's
hut, the unconscious opponent forgotten as he went back to his new
home. As soon as he arrived, he clicked on his laptop to check his e-mail
and do his homework. Blanka came into the hut as well.
"Where's your friend sensei?" He asked looking at his green friend,
whom most would consider a monster.
"He had to leave...something about 'Sagat' and 'eternal vengeance'."
Blanka replied with a shrug.
"Ah." He said tapping a few keys on the computer. "Lesse if I got any
e-mail..."
Blanka stood up, stretching to his full height for a moment before
walking to his friend to look over his shoulder and see what he was looking
at.
"Crap." Adam mumbled reading over an e-mail sent to him by his father.
"Oyaji no baka!" He said, switching away from English, or 'Blankanese'
into his native Japanese language. Blanka simply looked at him
confused. "Ahhh..." Adam started to amend. "My father sent me an e-mail, he's
on a business trip in Moscow and wants me to visit him. He's even sent
me tickets at the post office." He sighed.
"So what does that mean?" Blanka asked looking at him with an innocence
that really only a child possess.
"It means I've got to leave for a while sensei." Adam said angrily as
he started packing his belongings, trying not to look at the sad green
jungleman standing nearby. "I'll be back as soon as I can be. I
promise." This seemed to appease Blanka.
"Come back as soon as you can!" He said performing a few standing
backflips.
"Oh hey..." He said fishing around in his duffel bag, the camera he
came with had been left totally forgotten since that first day, and his
encounter with Blanka and the panther. "Lookit what I found." He said
holding it up for the green man to see.
"Can you eat it?" He asked curiously.
"No Blanka sensei." Adam said chuckling while he shook his head. "It's
a camera, it sort of...makes drawings of people it's pointed at...hold
still now sensei." He said setting the timer on the camera and
programming it for two pictures in a few moments as he quickly jogged over to
Blanka and stood next to him as the two flashes went off, and two papers
slid out of the slot, the boy handed them to the Brazilian wild man.
"Just wait and in a few minutes it'll show you and me. Keep it as a
reminder until I get back." He said with a smile putting the other copy
into his pocket as he shouldered his duffel bag.
"Byeeeee!" Blanka called after him.
'So much like a child.' Adam mused on his friend as he walked to the
post office and picked up his tickets then took a cab to the airport.
"Hmmm...might as well do some research on Russia." He said turning on
his laptop. "To find anything fun to do..." He also needed to visit a
nearby store and get a Japanese to Russian dictionary, of course
naturally he'd have to rely on his knowledge of English, and fair amount of
Portuguese and translate that to Russian, so as he typed away on the
laptop he walked to the terminal. "Hmmm...'Russia historic facts, world war
1...world war 2...' Boring."
And so for Adam the plane trip to Russia passed with minimal interest
until he arrived at his hotel and met his father.
"Ah it's good to see you Adam." His father, Fujita Honshi, a slightly
overweight Japanese man with balding black hair, and a rumpled business
suit on greeted him at the airport. "Come now don't give me that look.
Just try to enjoy some time with your father. I'll even let you try
Vodka."
"Oyaji. I was enjoying myself in Brazil." He said offhandedly.
"Ahhh, but I also came up with some entertainment for you." He said
walking quickly to keep up with his son as they approached the car the
Kanzuki Zaibatsu had provided for them. "I've arranged for you to watch a
match with...oh what do they call him...oh. The 'Red Cyclone'. A
wrestler, you enjoy those things right? Or at least you enjoy watching my
boss's daughter get into all those fights." He sighed.
"Alright. When and where?" He asked, he and his father were never
terribly close.
"8:30, at the old steel factory." He said then gave the driver
directions for the hotel.
Adam tolerated his stay with his father until 8:30 then took the
tickets, noting a backstage pass with it as he arrived at the steel factory,
he also took his translation book with him.
"-And comrade Zangief is destroying his challenger!" The announcer
yelled into his microphone, of course Adam was having trouble
understanding it, and really could only understand about a third of everything
he was hearing.
Zangief on the other hand didn't need to hear the announcer to know he
was winning as he locked his arms around his opponent's waist and flung
him backwards over his head, then walked over to him when he got up,
picking him up with one arm, easily enough seeing as his opponent wasn't
that large really, would probably have rated 'cruiserweight' in
American wrestling, and gave him a powerful choke slam before pinning him down
as the ref quickly brought in the three count.
"Wow," Adam said stunned at the quickness of the victory.
"Is there no one here who can go more then a few moments with the Red
Cyclone?" The announcer asked slowly giving Adam enough time to read
the translation in the book.
"Ohhhh, I can take him!" Adam said dashing and hopping up into the
ring, the entire audience burst out laughing certain it was a joke.
"Uhmmm....kid..." A gruff man asked, probably Zangief's personal
trainer, he looked like at one time he had been in impressive physical
shape, but had let himself go. Now he was grey, and possessed a beard.
"this is NOT a joke, this is serious, comrade Zangief does not hold
back for ANYONE even a child."
Adam looked confused before flipping through the book looking for the
words he said, with a sigh the older man grabbed it out of his hands
took out a pen and underlined the jist of what he said.
"Hey I can handle myself!" Adam declared arrogantly. "Just bring
him on!"
"It's your funeral boy." The man said before walking over to
Zangief and saying something to him, the enormous Russian nodded before
getting up from the stool in his corner of the room. Unlike most wrestling
matches, this wasn't taking place in a ring but literally on the bare
metal floor of the factory, that made falling rather undesirable.
"Gimme the bell, gimme the bell." Adam said until he heard a ring. "Did
anyone hear a noise?" He asked in Japanese as he watched Zangief
approach him. "Let's see how ya like my Rolling Attack!" He said spinning
foreword, folding his arms and legs together like a cannonball, plowing
straight into Zangief's chest, all he really accomplished, he saw as he
landed on his feet, was delaying the Russian's approach. "Ooooooh
crap."
Suddenly with a speed that was belied by his size he grabbed Adam and
threw him backwards, in a belly to belly suplex. All the young fighter
could do was wait until the height of his arc before trying to right
himself, or at least make as little impact when he hit the ground as
possible, sadly it was the latter that occurred, and he stood up rubbing his
shoulder.
"Okay...he's strong, and pretty fast." Adam said "but i'm STILL
faster." That said he began a strategy of dodge, rolling attack, dodge repeat.
However Zangief's sheer size, muscle, and years of training enabled him
to easily handle the attacks without breaking a sweat. 'Crap...why
wont he go down!' He complained mentally as Zangief grabbed him again,
Adam this time wrapped himself around the wrestlers arm attempting to
perform an armbar on him, only to be slammed to the ground, losing the
air in his lungs as Zangief backed away instead of pinning him.
The boy started pulling himself up, "Alright...t-time...to try
something !" He declared while
trying to catch his breath as he channeled the electricity through his
body, managing it more easily in the midst of the fight before placing
his palms on the floor sending shockwaves of electricity through the
floor and managing to electrocute Zangief slightly, although he only
managed to stun him slightly. It was enough though as Adam charged throwing a
punch at Zangief's stomach, seeing as it was about the only thing he
could reach, but the muscles of his opponent easily warded off the blow
as Zangief knocked Adam away having lost a minimum of breath.
Adam knew he couldn't keep the pace up forever as he tried his rolling
attack again, but this time Zangief had readied himself and grabbed the
boy just before impact and raised his arms, settling Adam on his
shoulders slamming him to the ground, head, neck, and back tacking the brunt
of the blow. Zangief again walked back instead of pinning Adam letting
him stand up, his vision swimming.
"Alright..." he said to himself. "one last...trick..." He quickly tried
his rolling attack one last time, quickly grabbing Zangief as he did
the same and sending his electric charge through his arm. The large
wrestler dropped him as his arm went numb, Adam quickly let loose again with
a flurry of punches and kicks at his stunned opponents mid section and
legs. However he shrugged it all off again and managed to use his arm
to grab Adam quickly jumping into the air and shouting something in
Russian, Adam's whole body exploded with pain before everything went dark.
He awoke a few hours later with his father, Zangief, and the other man
standing around him. "Anyone get the number of the train that hit me?"
He asked rubbing his head, and various other bruises. Without the
adrenaline rush of the fight, the pain was very noticeable.
"What's wrong with you!" His father yelled. "Trying to fight him! Look
at the size of the man!"
"SorRY Oyaji." He grumbled rubbing his head, trying to ignore the
throbbing. "It seemed like a fun challenge."
"Da." Zangief said. "That was an interesting fight. I am still
having trouble moving my arm."
Adam once again flipped through his translation book before his father
told him what he said. "Oh yeah, heh, Blanka-sensei taught me that.
He's even better then me at those moves I used." He said, letting his
father translate.
"I shall have to visit this 'Blanka' and fight him as well." ,said
Zangief.
"He lives in Brazil." Adam said relying still on his father as a
medium. "Maybe I'll take you to see him sometime. But what is that style
you used? That wasn't just wrestling."
Zangief nodded, "It is a combination of wrestling and a Russian
fighting style called you teach me some?"
Zangief nodded again with a slight smile. "I would be delighted. You
are the most challenging opponent I've had in a while, I would enjoy
seeing you become even stronger."
"Then it's settled." He said slowly flipping through his book
ignoring his father's protests. "Where shall we meet?"
"Come back here tomorrow at the same time the match was, we'll begin
your lessons then."
"Uhm...Adam, I'm only here for a few days, and without my aid you'll be
totally lost here."
"Then I'll only take a few lessons." He told his father.
So...not much of a chapter or good stuff? Your call reader.