Okay, we now go back to Klyde, whom we left trying to catch his plane.
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“Come back!!!!!!!!!” Klyde was running at full speed, trying desperately to flag down his plane. The pilot looked down and saw him banging his fist on the side of the hull. “What the hell?”

The plane skidded to a stop, spinning around as it slowed. Klyde crashed face first into the side of the wheel well, hanging for a moment before he gradually slumped over. “That sucked!”
 

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The next day found Klyde getting off of his plane outside of Osaka. During the plane ride, Klyde had formulated a plan as to what he would do first when he arrived. His train of thought went like this. Bryan said I needed to learn how to use my ki. Heh. Bryan’s gay. I wrote a sign that said so. Stupid Bryan. Heh. I should go get a cheeseburger. I love eating cheeseburgers. But ki, oh yea. I forgot. The first place I should go to should be a temple or something, then. They would know all about ki. And maybe cheeseburgers. It’s worth a shot! I’m starved!

So Klyde went to the nearest temple. It was a lot quieter than he had expected. Wow, it’s a lot quieter than I expected......umm... deja freakin vu! Nothing could be heard until a loud booming laugh echoed through the serene temple.

“Hahahahaha! What a strange looking traveler! You must be no more than a boy! What brings you to my bathhouse, little man?”

Bathhouse, sacred temple, they all look the same. I was close. Klyde turned around slowly, fearing whatever could make such loud noises. “Well, I actually thought this was a temp....” Whatever Klyde had been expecting, what he got was much worse. Sitting in a hot tub, was the largest man Klyde had ever seen. The fact that he was naked did not help matters. Ewwwwww! Look at the rolls!

The large man smiled. “My name is Edmond Honda! I am the Yokozuna, a fighter of great import in this country! To what do I owe this pleasure, Mr...?” E. Honda stepped out of the tub, causing the scalding water to spill out from the motion. After the smoke cleared, Klyde went to speak, but his vision returned quicker than he could react.

“Oh god!!!!!!!!!! Put some clothes on!!!!! EWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!”

E. Honda reached down and put on his wrestling.... (AN:The only word I can think to describe it is “thong” freaking ew, man.) So he puts on his wrestling thong.

“That’s not enough! Don’t you have sweatpants or something, dude?”

Honda laughed. “This is the traditional garb of the Yokozuna, child! I wear nothing else!”

“Dude, then you need to diet or something. I think I’m gonna hurl!”

“Enough of this foolishness! What have you come to the Yokozuna to seek?”

“Well, like I was saying, I thought this was a temple. I wanted to find someone to help me improve my technique.”

The wrestler’s eyebrow lifted slightly. “Ah? Well, I could help you there!..”

Klyde hesitated. “Well, I was kinda hoping I would be able to find someone help me work on my ki....”

“Wow! This is the first time anyone has turned down my offer for free lessons! You must be some kid! Now I’m intrigued! Listen, before you master your ki, you need to master your body. Let me show you how to handle your attacks better.”

Klyde grinned. “Well, while I’m here, let me see what you can do!” There’s no way he can do anything! Look at how big he is. Where the hell is he gonna go?

Klyde jumped back as E.Honda shot forward, throwing out an open palm strike. The hand barely tapped Klyde, and he slapped it away. “Ha! You tried to slap me?! Only girls use slaps!”

Honda smirked as he rushed Klyde. He began throwing out his slaps faster than Klyde could move. The pummel of hands became faster and faster, forcing Klyde into a wall. The hits kept coming, and Klyde was slowly being driven into the wall he had his back to. Eventually, the hits stopped, and Klyde hung from the hole he had created.

“Owwww!!!!!!!! What the hell was that?”

Honda stood at his full height and stroked his chin. “Hundred Hand Slap.”

“Wow!”

“It is impressive, is it not?”

“No, not that! That was the first time you didn’t end your sentence with a question mark or an exclamation point! You actually used a regular period!”

E. Honda shook his head. “You are a strange warrior indeed! Come!”

The sumo jumped back, and waited for Klyde to take the offensive. Klyde rushed forward, feigning a punch, but when he got close, he dropped low for a sweep. His foot hit only air, and a large shadow appeared over him. He quickly looked up, his mouth hanging open, flabbergasted.

“How did all that fat get all the way up there?...”

Klyde’s question (and all of his breath) was cut short as Honda came down with all of his weight, effectively crushing him. Klyde began punching on the mound of fat as he struggled to get out. “AHhhh!!!! I’m gonna die by fat!!!!!! HEEEELLLLPPP!”

Klyde’s punches had no effect, merely sinking into Honda’s bloated mass. Klyde realized the futility of his effort and concentrated. The next punch that sunk in, he left in, and a small glow came from his enlodged hand. “Gadoken!!!” The fireball went off inside on of Honda’s blubber rolls, and ejected the large wrestler off of the small fighter. Klyde jumped up and massaged his neck. “Jeez! You almost suffocated me!”

Honda laughed. “You are impressive indeed! You are the first challenger to get out from underneath me without forfeiting! I am glad to be fighting you!”

Klyde grinned. “Let’s see how glad you are when I do.... This!” He ran forward with his fist out, preparing for his special uppercut that he had used on Fei Long. “Jinra-Ken!!!!!!!!!” As the spin punch connected, the yokozuna’s face rolled back with the punch, and before Klyde could throw out his elbow, Honda whipped his head back around, lifting himself completely horizontal and nailing Klyde in the side with a flying headbutt.

Klyde rolled to a stop on the ground and jumped up. “How did you do that?! My punch should have stunned you! I connected with your face!”

Honda laughed. “Indeed you did! But I anticipated your strike! I pulled my head backwards as you hit, minimizing the damage it did! This technique is essential to countering your opponent well!”

“Countering?...”

“Come! Let me give you that lesson I promised!”
 

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The rest of the day had been spent with E. Honda teaching Klyde how to absorb damage, and how to effectively counter. Klyde did not have the mass to do enough damage with the sumo’s move, nor would it fit with his style. So at the end of the day, Klyde had created his own counter attack, the Recoil Kick. Klyde would pull back, standing on one foot, focusing everything into his balance. If a punch or kick was thrown, Klyde would grab it, fall backwards with the opponent’s momentum, and as he pulled the person in close, would lash out with his foot, plowing it into the opponent’s stomach as far as possible. E. Honda nodded.

“This technique should serve you well!”

Klyde laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, not used to the praise. “Wow, you think so? I hope it does well!”

E. Honda slapped Klyde on the back, knocking him into the floor. “Oops.” He helped the small man back up. “Listen, if you are still interested, I think I know someone who could help you with your ki training!”

Klyde dropped his grin and put on a serious face. “Really? Where do I have to go?”

“In India, there is a man named Dhalsim! He is a master of the soul, and he should help bring out your inner strength. Go to him, and he will teach you!”

“Sweet!”

“If you keep incorporating all of these different aspects into your style, soon it truly will be “the strongest”!”

Klyde jumped into the air and threw up his arms and one knee. “Yahooey!”