A few wee hours later,the two groups of fighters which have both established themselves as teams,(The Street Fighter World Warriors and the Heavy Hitter World Warriors) were all lined up in front of a pair of doors that led to the larger gym room where the toruanament finals would take place.

One of the civic center organizers Mr.Stan Peters,a tall young man with sandy blonde hair,wearingh a dark suit and shades stood before the two groups and adressed them.

“Good evening folks.”he said. “I’m the organizer and announcer for this evening’s event. Now,I’m sure you’re aware of the contest rules? If not,I’ll go over them.

Each of you must face each other in the ring in a simple one on one match. If either of you lose consciousness,lands outside the ring or surrenders then the victory goes to the winner.
Each fighter must go up against and defeat one another until only two remain in the finals. And whoever is left standing in the end,is the first place winner!

However,there are places for second and third and prizes of money and solid gold trophies will be awarded to who’s made it that far.”

And remember most importantly,no lethal injuries or hitting below the belt,and most of all—no fatalaties—if ya catch my drift. Is that clear everyone?”

There were several nods and yes’s among the two teams of participants.

“Good,”said Peters. “now,let’s get there and give the folks a good show!”

The double doors opened and the two groups come charging through out into the open where the finals take place.

The largely designed basketball and recreation gym room has been re-converted into a battle arena with bleacher stands packed to the brim with screaming and cheering fans that have come from all over the state of California to see who gets trashed in the tournaments.

The outline and color of the room was black and red and had flags that hung over the walls that were both of the flag of North America and flags that said:ALL-AMERICAN TOURNAMENT—WINNER TAKE ALL!

“Man,more of a full-house than I remember.”said Ken.
“You said it.”said Sean.

“LOOK,THERE’S KEN MASTERS!”shouted one of the onlookers in the bleechers.
“ALRIGHT KEN,YEAH,WOO-HOO!”shouted several others.
“YEAH,AND LOOK…IT’S RYU HOSHI AND CHUN-LI,WINNERS OF THE LAST TWO WORLD WARRIOR CONTESTS!”

“ALRIGHT CHUN-LI!”shouted several male enthusiasts.

“Looks like you and your troop is pretty popular Ryu.”said Den.
“Afraid so.”said Ryu scratching the side of his head.
“Yeah,well don’t get too cozy holmes.”said Fred Wilks. “Cause we may be next in line for the championship,if ya don’t watch out.”

“Anytime you dorks are ready.”said Makoto. “So bring it on!”
“Patience young one.”said Dudley. “The contest is primed to start.”

“All right folks,this way.”said Peters as he lead the fighters down through a door that led to a makeshift tunnel tube that led to the entrance of the arena.

Once they got there,they were lead out into a makeshift lobby that was at the front entrance of the lobby.

The doors were both clear plastic and they could see how the arena looked.
It was octagon shaped with a light layer of sand and dirt mixed on the floor of it,giving it an all natural feel in the arena.

Cameras were planted around the arena and a giant video screen was placed overtop of it in front of the auidience as well,so they could all get a good look at the battles when they start.

“I gotta hand it to ya and your american commercailizers Ken.”said Dudley.”They certainly know how to go---over the top you might say.”

“I guess after I won the first all american torunament,and participating in the past World warrior toruneys,”said Ken. “they obviously wanted this to be as the World Warrior itself.”

“I think it’s really cool!”said Makoto. “This is almost as exciting when I entered with some of ya in Gill’s contest!”

“Well,this is where many of us as well as that poor soul Blazefoot have fought so hard to achieve.”said Den.
“Yeah,it’s a shame about him.”said Ken. “Some like myself will dedicate this contest to him.”
“As will I,master.”said Sean.
“Same here.”said Ryu.

Just then,Peters came up with a white cardboard box on a wheel cart and a clipboard.
“Okay folks.”he said. “Before the matches start,we need to come up with a plan on who will fight who. Each of you will reach in and take out a white pong ball. And that ball will have a number on it.

Whoever gets the same number,will face their opponent in the ring. Now,let’s get organized in a line people.”

Ryu and the others all organized into a single long line,and Ryu himself went up first to the box.
He reached in and took out a ball marked 7.
Ken was next and took out ball 3.
Sean got out ball 4.
Chun-Li got ball 9.
Guy got ball 10.
Makoto got ball 2.
Dudley got ball 5.
Sodom got ball 1.
And R.Mika got 8.

Den and the others then got up next and began to collect their chosen marker pairs.
Den got ball 7 which placed him with Ryu Hoshi.
Tana got ball 9 and she was to fight Chun-Li.
Chen got ball 4 and he was to face Sean.
Fred got ball 5 and was set to fight Dudley.
Ted got ball 3 and as he hoped,got to face Ken.

Hiryu got ball 10 and was set to fight Guy.
Ugyo got ball 1and was to face Sodom.
Rango got ball 8 and was facing Mika.
And Juno got ball 2 and completed the set by facing Makoto.

“All right then.”said Peters as he marked down each match on the sheet of paper on his clipboard. “Everything’s set. Now,please wait patiently while I adress the crowds. So prepare yourselves…the battle is about to begin.”

Peters then went off into the arena.
“Man,ain’t he a little dramatic.”said Sean.
“You know these announcers and referees,”said Ted. “they get a little too wrapped up in their work.”
 

Chen approached Sean.
“Looks like I get to mop the floor with your @#%$-locks little head eh squirt?”said Chen.
“I hope you got a diaper on chink!”said Sean. “Cause I’m gonna make you wet your pants!”
Chen growled and crushed the ball he held until it was just flakes of plastic.

“See you in the arena---KID!”he said before walking away.
Sean was a little shook by the brute’s feirce strength but was not going to let it get to him.
“Attaboy Sean,stay focused with your courage,don’t let that big ass lug get to ya.”said Ken.
“I’d watch out for those hands of his if I were you though.”said Makoto.

“Makoto!”said Chun-Li scolding her.

Den went up to Ryu.
“May the best fighter win.”said Den as he bowed.
“Yes.”said Ryu as he returned the gesture.

WHILE BACK OUTSIDE THE CENTER….

A large tank-like vehicle stood outside the gates of the civic center,no one could see it for it was cloaked by a field of invisibilty,score another one for Shadowloo’s insidous technology.

M.Bison sat in the command chair inside the vehicle’s bridge room and both Juli and Juni were at the helm.

“Civic Center dead ahead sir.”said Juni as she looked upon the main screen in front of them. “Shall we go ahead and storm the place?”

“Not yet,not yet.”said Bison. “We have one of our entrusted operatives watching for the finals to begin,and will report to us when the time is right.”

Unknown to even the master of Shadaloo,another evil and menacingf prescence was not too far away and was making itself scarce in the shadows,ready to strike when the time was right.
Only one thought was on what remained of ther minds…
“Blood….blood…”spoke one of them in a faint and raspy voice.

A man in a dark trenchcoat and glasses was watching from the audience and was carrying a cell phone that was really a communicator device linked to Shadowloo HQ.

“Come on.”he thought. “Start the game so we can get underway.”

Peters took out his microphone and adressed the audiences.
“WELCOME ONE AND ALL ONCE AGAIN TO THE SEMI-ANNUAL ALL-AMERICAN MARTAIL ARTS TOURNAMENT! WE HOPE YOU’LL ENJOY THIS NEW RE-ESTABLISHED TOURNAMENT MORE THAN THE ONE WE HAD LAST WEEK. THIS CONTEST AS YOU KNOW IS VITAL TO THE TITLE-HOLDER OF THE SOCIETY OF MARTIAL ARTS.

A photo of Michael ‘BLAZEFOOT’Blaines then appeared on the screen,he was dressed in his fighter togs of wrapped fists and feet and yellow shorts,posed in his fighting pose for a match.

“THIS MATCH IS DEDICATED TO THE LATE GREAT BLAZEFOOT.”said Peters. “JUST AFTER HE WON THE TITLE…HE WAS MYSTERIOUSLY SLAIN ON THE SAME NIGHT BEFORE HEADING HOME. HE SHALL BE REMEMBERED. LET US ALL HAVE A MOMENT OF SILENCE TO REMEMBER HIM.”

Everyone bowed their heads in rememberance of the fallen champion.
Once it was over,Peters announced once again.

“OKAY FOLKS,ARE YOU READY TO RUMBLE TONIGHT?”
“YEAAAH!”shouted almost everyone in the stands.
“I CAN’T HEAR YOU!”said Peters.
“YEEEAHH!”everyone repeated even louder.

“THEN LET’S GET BUSY!”said Peters. “NOW—MATCH ONE!”
On the video screen,appeared the photo pictures of Ryu and Den.
“RYU HOSHI VS DEN MATRIMON—FINALS MATCH 01!”

“That’s your cue golden boy.”said Ken.
“Good luck Ryu.”said Chun-Li.
“Yeah,go get’em!”said Makoto.

“Do your very best chairman.”said Tana.
“Yeah,show those worldly wimps a thing or two about real fighting!”said Fred.
“Hey now,show a little respect Fred.”said Ted. “After all,the great Ken Masters is with them as well.”

“I intend to do more than my best team.”said Den. “And don’t try to stir up anything with the others while I’m gone,that especially goes for you Chen.”
“Yes sir.”said Chen.

The two warriors then entered the arena.

The Shadowloo agent then dialed up the number to access his lord.
“Master Bison…?”he said into the phone. “…this is agent Devlin.”

“Report.”said Bison into the com attached to his seat.
“The finals have begun—I repeat—the finals have begun!”said Devlin.
“Good,now we can begin!”said Bison. “Juli,activate land rover and plow through the entrance until we get to the arena,leave no one standing!”

“Yes m’lord Bison.”said Juli as she activated the control systems.

The rover decloaked,revealling a large dark red vehicle with tank turrents on it and a backsection that held a platoon of soliders in it.
The rover then growled to life and rolled forward,plowing through the parking lot and making it’ way to the front entrance.

Both Ryu and Den faced one another in the center of the ring,with Peters between them.
“All right boys,this is it.”he said. “Keep it and nice and clean,but give them a good show of effort. Now---turn and face me bow.”

Ryu and Den bowed to the referee.
“Face each other---bow.”said Peters.
The pair bowed to each other.

“BEGIN!”said Peters.

Suddenly…just before the match could begin…a loud rumbling noise was heard.
And then,the far right side of the room crumbled and exploded in a pile of concret and dust as a large land roving vehicle broke through.

“WHAT THE HELL?!”replied Peters in shock.
“Hey dude,is this part of the show?”said a beach comber.
“I don’t think so.”said a man in glasses. “Tanks are not usually part of tournaments.”

Li saw an all too familiar symbol on the rover’s side---a skull with wings.
“SHADOWLOO!”she said. “IT’S BISON AGAIN!”

“Aw man,not here,not now!”said Ken.
“There’s always gotta be some party crasher somewhere!”said Mika.

The land rover’s back section door opened…and an entire troop of armed Shadowloo soldiers lead by Capt.Volkes began to fill out into the open.

“Alright,you lowly peasants!”said Volks as he aimed his rifle in the air. “BE OFF WITH YOU!”
Volks fired his gun and the crowds of people began to run out of the bleechers in a crazed panic.

“NO!”said Peters. “THEY’RE RUINING THE CONTEST!”said Peters. “SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE!”

“And Interpol while you’re at it!”said Li.
“Man,who are those clowns?”said Fred.
“Trust us,you don’t wanna know.”said Ken.
“Needless to say…they’re terrorists.”said Guy.

“Terrorist activity?”said Tana. “Here of all places?”
“Hey,I hear stranger things have happened in the World Warrior contests.”said Ted. “And I think I may have heard the name Shadowloo and saw a guy dressed in red during the second contest.”

“Either way,we got trouble with a capital T mate!”said Rango.

As everyone in the audience exited from the room,Bison emerged from the top hatch of his rover and hung in the air menacingly in his usual levitation mode.

“Who’s he…santa claus’s evil twin?”said Ugyo.
“He’s the world’s worst terrorist…M.Bison!”said Chun-Li.
“And he’s come to spread his terror to our shores no doubt.”said Guy.

Ryu exited from the arena and stood before his arch foe.
“What are you doing here,Bison?”he said.
“Is it obvious Ryu Hoshi?”said Bison. “You---and the rest of these fine specimens shall be the power I seek for my newly repaired Psycho Drive.”

“Not that cooky device again!”said Ken.
“With your newly required Ki powers enabling it,I shall use it to destroy the world’s capitals—and a new foreign power shall begin to dominate the world!”

“Man,why doesn’t this guy have a perisian cat in his arms huh?”said Fred.
“You said it mate.”said Rango.”That guy should go bother 007 instead of us.”

“I wouldn’t joke if I was any of you.”said Ken. “Bison and his forces are major bad news!”
“Yes,like that Gill chap and his Utopia,they try to exploit World Warriors like a natural resource for their own ends I hear.”

“Just more bad guys getting in our way again!”said Makoto.
“Yeah,and just when the contest was about to begin too!”said Sean.

“Anyways,”said Bison. “my demands are clear,either you and your fellow fighters surrender to us immediately—OR WE SHALL OPEN FIRE ON THE WHOLE LOT OF YOU! What’s it going to be?”
 

INTERPOL LOCAL HQ…

Cammy and Charlie were both seated at an archives computer that specialized in acessing info on certain requests in cases.

“Chun-Li phoned just the other day,asking for info on a martial arts group called the Heavy Hitters.”said Charlie.
“Well,let’s see what we’ve got on them then.”said Cammy as she typed up the name and description of the item.

A picture page and details on a certain fighting group was then seen across the scene.
It said in bright red letters:HEAVY HITTERS TAKE THE EUROPEAN FIGHT SCENE BY STORM!

“Hmmm…so at least we have something so far.”said Charlie.
On the screen was photos of all the following fighters that were listed in the team, as well as profiles on them as well.

“Innnnteresting…”said Charlie.
“Oi,and that Den guy is just too cute for words.”said Cammy.
“Concentrate on the task Cammy,not handsome hunks.”said Charlie.
“I know,I know.”said Cammy.

Info listed on them and how they won many tournaments in different countries before entering the US was listed.

Just then,something else caught Charlie’s eye in the profiles.
“Hey,read this part…”he said pointing to it.

Cammy read it..
“It says that this Heavy Hitters team only participates in fighting contests that are held in either the evening or at night. No one has ever been able to find or catch them in the daytime for a simple interview of invitation to something. Many raised eyebrows and inquires have wondered why they only train and fight---at nightime.

When asked this question to Den Matrimon,he simply answered….night life is a unique way for us in the fighting circuit.”

“Hmmm…interesting.”said Charlie. “But—I still don’t really see how this has anything to do with the murders were investigating.”

“Hmmm…maybe…these fighters were seen before one of the murders at the time?”said Cammy.
“Maybe,”said Charlie. “here’s what we can do,try to acess any of the murders that occurred with martial artists and any appearances these Hitters members made before the death occurred.”

“Right.”said Cammy as she punched it up.

Moments later,police and tournament reports came in.
One was of a contest in Korea,and the event where a man named Bael Sa Doek was the champion. A day later,he was found dead in his home,the same cause of death was as the others,puncture wounds to the neck and blood was drained from the body.

“Okay,now let’s see if any of these same Hitters were seen on the night before the murder.”said Cammy as she began to type up the request.

Suddenly,a hard knock was heard at the door.
“Who could that be at this hour?”said Cammy.
“Dunno,”said Charlie. “it might be a guard. I’ll see what he wants.”

Charlie went up to the door and opened it.
“Yes…?”he said and was greeted by a truly horrific sight.

There standing before him were two creatures that resembled a pair of human beings.
Except that they weren’t human at all.

One was wearing the uniform of a local Los Angelos policeman.
And the other was dressed as Muay Thai kickboxer.

Their skin was both a pale dead white and their eyes were a light glowing green instead of pupils.
And…their mouths revealled that they both a set of razor sharp fangs.

Charlie recognized one of them,the zombie on the left was Micheal Blaines,AKA Blazefoot.

“What th---Blazefoot?”said Charlie astounded.
“BLOOOD!”roared Blaines as he lunged at Charlie.

Charlie caught both of the zombie’s hands and tried to push him away.
“Charlie---what’s going on in there?”said Cammy as she entered the fray.

She took one look at the two frightening creatures and screamed.
“AAAAAH!”she replied.

“BLOOOOD!”said the undead cop as he too made a lunge for Cammy.

While back at the Civic Center,Ryu and the others were also in a life and death situation.
“Surrender now Ryu.”said Bison. “Or suffer the consequences!”