Back in London England,a group of construction workers were busy unearthing the floor level of recently demolished building.

“Oy mates,be careful there,I think I heard once that there was some lower level rooms there in that area.”said the supervisor.

“Will do,boss.”said the worker on the left as he dug out the wood and mortar with his shovel.

No sooner than five minutes,was he right,there was a deep and dark room below.
“I was right.”said the supervisor. “Nothing like old 17th century architecture. Quick,get the torches.”

The two workers got out their flashlights and shone it in the deep room below.

Suddenly,one of the workers saw something against the wall,covered by a pale white cloth.

“Eh—what’s that?”he said.
Curious as a cat,he walked over to it.

“Ere,George.”said John,the other worker. “Might be something old and heavy there,be careful.”

“I will,John.”said George. “But what possibly could be so dangerous to have it buried under here?”

George removed the cloth and there,standing before him…was a man!

“GASP!”replied George as he fell on his rear.
“A—A man---a human being it is!” he said.

“What the bloody hell?”said the supervisor as he and John ran over to where the commotion was occurring.

Sure enough,it was a tall,muscular and bound up man.

His hair was long,brown and unruly as was the beard on his face as if he hadn’t shaved in years.

He was tied,and chained up to a large wooden and metal rack and was still in a deep sleep.

“What the hell is this,boss?”said John.
“How should I know?”said the supervisor. “But it looks to be a..man…a man who’s been down here for centuries no doubt. I guess I can see why this room was placed here…but why?”

George shown his light on the man’s face.
“Careful there,George.”said the boss. “There’s no telling if he’s still alive or..”

The man’s eyes snapped open and looked upon the three men before him.

“YAAAAAAAHHH!”they all replied at the same time.
“He’s freakin’ alive—the bastard’s alive!”said the boss.

The man said nothing,but applied his massive strength to the bonds he was in,and broke free.

“SNNAAAP!”

He then jumped down from the rack and landed on the stone cold floor.

“Let’s get outta here!”said the boss and the three men ran for it out of the hole in the ceiling of the hidden room.

But before George could make it,the man grabbed him by the back of his collar and pulled him in front of his face.

“NO—NO—LEMEE GO!”screamed the worker in terror.
“QUIET!”said the man loudly. “I…just want to know where..I am.”

“Oh,uh…ya do?”said George.
“Well uh…you’re in London,England,matey….yeah.”

“I’m still—in London?”said the man.
“Yeah,you are.”said George nervously.

“Hmmmm…what year is it?”said the man.
“Sorry?”said George.

”What—year is it?”repeated the man.
“Er—2006..yeah it is.”said George.

“Hmmm…okay,thank ye,I must be off.”said the man as he dropped the worker and then climbed out of the hole.

“Oh man….the mates’ll never believe this.”said George,and then he fainted to the floor.

The man in question,was Dar,the warrior wanderer from long ago.
He was now free at last from the sorcerer’s capture,but he was no longer in his own time as he saw the city of London completely changed.

“I..must’ve been out…for a long time.”he thought. “Well..the main thing is…I’m free at last! And I will see if this world still has warriors and fighters for my caliber—HAHAHA!”

Thailand,the very next day.

Deep within the jungles,Victor Sagat,the once great Muay Thai champion of Thailand trained hard as he slammed his massive fists and legs against the thick hardwood dummy he constructed.

It had been a long time since he and Ryu fought in the last World Warriors tournament.
Twice they fought,and twice he was defeated,but he vowed to fight and crush the Shotokan Warrior who scarred him and took his title many years ago.

“No matter how long it takes.”he thought. “I will win back my title and Ryu shall fall before me!”

Sagat then charged up his Tiger Shot and fired it at the dummy,smashing off the top of it.

”I’ve trained twice as long and hard these past few years,and I need to gouge with some good competition. But even after those fools,Bison,Garuda and Gill have been defeated,there are no current WW tourneys these days.

I could enter some local tournaments or Muay Thai fighting matches..but no…those would be too easy for me to do…not with my might. I need…something greater.”

Sagat then donned his hooded cloak and sandals and went to town to see if anything new was up on the town bulletin board.

Sure enough,when he got there,he found a large flyer that read the following:

“NEXT MONTH:THE BIGGEST,THE BADDEST,THE MOST BRUTAL FIGHTING TOURNAMENT IN FIGHTING HISTORY!

THE BONECRUSHERS TOURNAMENT—A CONTEST FOR THE BIG,MASSIVE,BAD AND BRUTALLY STRONG OF FIGHTERS!

BE THERE AT THE STADIUM IN HONG KONG AT THIS ADRESS AND DATE---BE THERE!”

“Hmmm..sounds interesting.”he thought. “It was doubtful that Ryu would be there for it said this contest would be for the massive and brutally strong fighters,but he knew he needed some real competition these past few years,so he was gonna do it.

And so,within the next few weeks,Sagat and many other fighters trained harder than ever for the upcoming game.

While back in London,Dar himself learned of the tournament and was training in an abandoned warehouse on the edge of town,training for the event.

He managed to learn of the modern world’s ways and set up shop in the building with bed,radio,food and of course,his own training equipment he made from raw materials.

He was dressed in a pair of white gi pants with black belt and his long brown hair was cut somewhat short to shoulder length now and he even shaved.

He slammed his fists into the thick piece of metal he found in a junkyard and then lifted his manmade dumbbells as he listened to the radio.

“That’s right folks!”said the announcer. “Be there for all the fists,guts,muscle and carnage this September as we give you…THE BONECRUSHER’S TOURNAMENT! Be there as the most large,most massive,and most brutal fighters fight for the right to be king!”

“Excellent.”said Dar. “Just what I was looking for.”

A month had passed and it was at last time for all fighters to head for the tournament.

Many had taken planes and many had taken boats to Hong Kong for this event.

Sagat was with many other fighters aboard a cruise ship that was headed for the tournament,while Dar was on another ship heading for there as well.

When they arrived,they all got out and were all lined up on the docks in front of the large stadium.

Sagat recognized many other fighters in size and strength besides him.

There was Birdie,Zangeif,Hugo,Alex,Darun Mister,Honda,Sodom,Haggar,and T.Hawk even.
There were also other large fighters in fighting arts like wrestlers,sumo,muay thai,boxing,street fighting,lucha libre,karate and other brutal and lethal martial arts forms.

Sagat could feel the challenge in the air,he was glad he came to this.

Suddenly,he spotted an unusual looking fighter in the middle of the crowd.

He was large,muscular,with long brown hair,and he was wearing an Aikido style outfit of white hakama pants,black belt,grey wrist gauntlets,sandals,and a dark cloak with hood completed his appearance.

It was Dar himself once again,and he was best suited now for this challenge.

“I…shall kill them all.”he thought as he grinned wickedly.

“Hmmm…something not right about that one.”thought Sagat. “Might have to take him down a peg.”

Just then,the doors to the stadium opened and a large,heavyset man dressed in a red two piece suit,jet black cropped hair,a chubby Chinese face and holding a microphone.

He spoke into it.

“Hiya folks.”he said.”I’m your host and tournament organizer,Pound Chang—former Sumo champion. I’ve held an interest in massive and mighty fighters for a long time and decided this…that they deserved a tournament. So I welcome you one and all…to the first annual Bonecrusher’s tournament!”

Many of the fighters cheered wildly in response.

“Yes,you will find this to be far different from the recent WW tournaments that were held. We’ll explain the rules as we go along..but right now..come in and we’ll get started.”

The troupe of fighters walked in through the doors and each signed their name on a book at the registry table.

After that,they all took turns in and out of the locker room as they changed into their fighting togs.

The legion of brute fighters were all lined up in the conference room where Chang was greeting them.

“All right,this is the drill of how the contest works.”he said. “We begin tonight,and we fight in a scheduled open crowd. In the next room over is a fighting ring,and each of you shall beat and defeat each other until only eight fighters remain.

There are no rules here save one..no killing here. You can cripple your opponent if you have to…but no taking of lives. I hope that’s clear enough for you.

And the one left standing shall be crowned…the Bonecrusher champion..along with a nice gold trophy and some hefty prize money. So…are you all up to the challenge?”

“YEAAAAHH!”shouted many of the fighters.

“Good!”said Chang. “We begin tonight!”