A few hours ago, a different plane had deposited a different lot of passengers, one of which, a small boy, had looked extremely green, and the others had seemed extremely relieved at finally landing.
It was a large arena in an area where the rainforest had been cleared away to make room by the river; quite a beautiful spot except for the hastily erected wooden huts around the dirt arena ring bounded by a thick mooring rope. On one side stood Dhalsim, who was stretching his legs and arms; or rather, extending them. On the other side, a strange fox-like man with shaven blue hair kept very long at the front and back. He appeared to wear a permanent cheesy smile, and looked ready to go super deformed at the drop of a hat. In one hand he held a long staff, and he wore a shawl of dark blue with a white pattern slung over one shoulder. Bowing, he took his position opposite Dhalsim before speaking: "I am Chichiri no da. It is nice to meet you na no da." His face appeared to be positively beaming at the other man, who was trying to look dark and mysterious but burst into hysterical laughter after the last moments of his self-control slipped away.
As he was carried off in a stretcher, one of the attendents came over and whispered to Chichiri. "It was a long trip; I think all the stress must've got to him. You know, spending five hours in a plane with those lot..." he gestured towards the group of people on Dhalsim's side of the ring, one of which was still practising the useless looking martial arts move.
"I understand no da," Chichiri said, and looked over his shoulder. His face was still smiling though, and the attendent swallowed once before returning to the ringside. Meanwhile, one of the warriors on Dhalsim's side had approached and taken his place; the man with the yellow mohican had a filmy eyed, ecstatic look on his face and kept rubbing his hands together slowly. Chichiri disappeared to reappear away from the ring as his side's fighter took his place; a noble looking man with long, dark hair holding a long, impressive looking sword.
One of the attendents beckoned to him, then spoke in an anxious tone. "Er, I'm sorry sir, but you aren't allowed weapons in this tournament." The other man stood his ground. "But, I don't know how to fight any other way! Besides, I'm the Emperor!" He said indignantly. The attendent was suddenly dragged off by Chichiri. The other man strode to the center of the ring and struck a pose; all through the audience women gasped and fainted. His opponent approached and caught him as he was preparing to unleash his charms on the men as well with a slightly shaky uppercut, and he fell backwards landing awkwardly.
As he staggered to his feet, he saw the blond haired man advance, the look of blind ecstasy still transfixed to his face, just before the crowd gathered into a mob of outraged females, rushed into the ring and mobbed him, yelling about him hurting Hori-sama. He looked around, shifted on his feet and looked at his sword, then turned it and used it as a mirror to examine the damage to his face. As the dust cloud settled his opponent could be seen being dragged off, beaten and bruised, by the lynch mob of angry fans. Smiling he put his sword away in a flashy move and proudly turned and made his way off the ring.
The neon sign glowed for a few moments before stagehands hurriedly dragged it offscene. On one side of the ring, the wooden crate taken off the plane stood, and on the other a tall, scary looking blond man wearing full body armour with nasty looking spikes on the shoulder plates looked down at a large man who seemed to be half man, half wolf. He smiled, and occasionally cracked the whip he was holding between his hands; at each CRACK, the wolf-man flinched and whimpered like a puppy. By the time the attendents had levered the crate open he was trembling with fear and submission, and the tall blond man grinned at him, then held his arm up and pointed. The wolf-man turned tail and half charged, half fled into the arena, confronting the other man with a shaggy mane of red hair and wearing glow-in-the-dark orange cycling shorts that were too tight for his thick legs who was emerging from the crate.
Both men eyed each other, then there was a brief half hearted scuffle before the man from the crate suddenly flashed with electricity and the wolf-man was thrown out the ring before rolling twice on the ground and lying there with a small whimper. The blond haired man rolled his eyes and sighed.
The tall man wearing two gaudy headbands strode confidently into the ring, his face a mask of grim, unyielding determination as he faced the even larger man opposite him. The larger man, wearing only a pair of disturbingly revealing red shorts and a pair of leather boots, swayed slightly as his blurry eyed gaze tried to focus on the tall man. He slurred something in russian, then broke into a staggering charge towards the tall man, from whose tunic a small white feline head suddenly poked out. The tall man stood rooted to the spot, his face turned to indecision by the huge man shambling unsteadily yet quickly towards him, both arms outstretched as for a big bear hug, then the feline face turned into a small cat as it slipped out of his tunic and dropped onto the ground.
The little white cat ran a few paces, an amused grin on its face as it deftly tripped up the huge Russian rushing towards the other man. There was a loud crash, then the audience gave brief applause which the little cat seemed to enjoy, as it stood bowing to them. The man still standing looked around, appearing to be confused, then scratched his head for a moment before shrugging and walking out of the ring. A few belated cheers rose up as he was greeted by his team. "Way to go Mitsukake, you sure showed him..." The cat, finally deciding it had had enough praise, scampered out of the ring and ran back up the tall man's body to sit on his shoulder.
The next pair were the man with long blond hair, still dressed in his designer suit, his big bushy eyebrows emphasising the huge confident grin on his face, and his opponent, a strangely dressed man with flaming red hair and a cocky grin to match the others'. He also seemed to have a pair of fangs which the other man suddenly looked worriedly at and turned to whisper to an attendent. The attendent replied in somewhat more louder tones than necessary, "Yes Ken, your plastic surgeon is RIGHT over there! If you had those eyebrows trimmed you could probably--" realising he'd overstepped his mark, a big sweatdrop trickled down his face as he scampered back to the sidelines.
The fight was somewhat more spectacular than previously, but was soon decided when the man with long blond hair did a familiar-by-now leaping punch high into the air, yelling "SHORYUKEN!!!" as he sailed over the man with red hair, out of the ring and fell with a loud splash into the river beyond. His opponent's grin broadened as a similar looking man with brown hair rushed from the audience and they did an arm in arm dance in a circle. "Koji!!! I kicked his fucking ass good!"
"Genrou, you are the best!!" the other man grinned, before they were hustled off by the attendents.
The man with the white gi stood in the centre of the ring, practising his kata as he waited while the worried attendents, their tempers frayed and almost ready to explode, rushed around looking for his opponent, before they finally found him hiding inside one of the huts with a teenage girl, whose brown hair was up in buns. Several minutes later, they managed to untangle them and drag the young man into the ring away from the protesting girl who suddenly decided she had something better to do as a hotdog seller made his way through the audience selling his wares.
The ensuing battle was long and gruelling, the rapt silence only broken occasionally by the sound of hotdogs being devoured, until finally a loud "Shinku... HADOKEN!!!" echoed over the rainforest and the young man flew out of the ring head over heels, landing in a pitiful heap on the ground. The other man panted and sagged to his knees, then suddenly looked up to see a young teenage girl throw herself at him screaming, fists thumping and feet kicking, and went down like the man he'd just triumphed over. The judges called it a draw, much to his indignation; he didn't notice the man with the long hair and sword surrepticiously handing them a black suitcase after the match.
The final round was between the young chinese girl, who had her hair in buns much like the teenage girl who had assaulted Ryu earlier and was now resting happily in the arms of the young man she'd "protected", and an feminine looking man with purple hair. The chinese girl appeared to be ditzy somewhere on a par with the girl she resembled, and squawked "I'm the strongest woman in the world!" happily to the audience, not noticing the confident grin that appeared on her opponents face as he cocked his head. "Care to make a bet on that?" he said as he approached her.
Her face suddenly confused, she nodded slowly but failed to put together another coherent sentence, her face slipping to the vapid expression her surviving team mates recognised and groaned at. The young man grinned at her, and beckoned to the sidelines, whispering something over his shoulder to the attendents. Shortly, two scurried into the ring carrying a small table which they planted in the dirt then ran back out of the ring. The young man beckoned to the girl, who stared at him blankly, and he started to look frustrated. Several gesticulations later, he held the girl's hand clasped in his, their elbows on the table, and she smiled happily and repeated the one phrase she knew, just before a startled expression replaced it as her arm was slammed down, breaking the table in two with the force of the impact. She pushed the table away, stood hastily and ran off crying, clutching her bruised hand.
On the sidelines, the flame haired man laughed, then looked around and quickly shut up when he realised nobody was joining in, a large sweatdrop appearing on his friend. The young man meanwhile had stood up and had each half of the table spinning on one finger of each hand. His teammates yelled and cheered. "Go Nuriko, go Nuriko!!"
Winner: Suzaku shichi seishi!
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