A single man stood silently in the middle of the lighted circle as another pair of men carried the large, unconscious fighter out of the ring. The lone warrior moved to the edge of the circle slowly then sat down calmly, his white gi ruffling and his red headband blowing slightly in the breeze coming from an electric fan. At the moment, it seemed half the crowd was cheering the victory of the warrior while the other half was booing the loss of the fighter. This warrior seemed indifferent about both halves of the crowd as he sat silently.

"L-l-ladies and gentlemen! I don't think any of us were expecting such a short match between our heaviest hitter and this mysterious challenger... let along a single punch KO from the challenger." the ring announcer stuttered out as he replayed the short battle in his mind. A man walked up the to the announcer and whispered something in a low voice. "I'm extremely sorry folks... but it seems that the rest of tonight's matches are cancelled. Any bets will be refunded." The crowd immediately begin to boo and yell loudly.

"What!"

"Are you crazy!"

"You dumb ba..."

"But don't worry folks! We've got a special treat for all of you!" the announcer quickly said before the crowd became to rowdy. "It seems the reigning champion has agreed to fight the new challenger!"

"We're gonna get to see a bloodbath tonight!"

"Yeah! It's going to be a slaughter, poor sod."

"That's right people! And there's more! For tonight only, we'll be giving seven to one odds against the challenger! Place you're bet's no-." the announcer's words were drowned out by the crowd's cheers and shouts of appraisal.

"I'm putting everything I got on the champ!"

"Put me down for the champ to!"

"I'll take the risk! Two hundred on the challenger!"

The betting continued for as such until the announcer spoke up again, "Betting is now closed. Now with great pleasure, I present to you the champion with an astounding record of seventy-nine wins and eight losses, Ragnarok!"

An extremely large man with dark brown wearing a pair of fingerless gloves and some black shorts walked up to the circle slowly then grinned wildly. The man caused Ragnarok paused briefly and raised his arms to rally the crowd. It worked, the crowd was in a frenzy which only called Ragnarok to grin even bigger.

"So where's the challenger?"

The lone warrior stood up and walked towards Ragnarok. He stopped several feet away from the champ then bowed once before shifting into a fighting stance.

"An honorable fighter huh? Well we'd better shake before we fight." then stepped forward with his right hand extended.

The man garbed in white simply stood silent for a moment before extending his own hand and firmly gripping the champ's.

"Good luck... you're gonna need it!" even before finishing his sentence, Ragnarok brought his knee up into his opponent? gut. "Ha! Honor isn't all it's cracked up to be!" With that, the champ brought his fist across the man's face in a fierce punch. Without hesitating, Ragnarok grabbed the warrior's hair right above his red headband and slammed his face into the ring's hard floor. "Now you're gonna give up like the wimp you are or else I'm gonna grind your face into the grou-." Ragnarok's words were cut off as the challenger brought his elbow around and smashed into the bridge of his nose. "You little whelp!" the champ yell out as he stood up and brought his opponent up in a belly to belly supplex.

The warrior tucked his neck forward and rolled into the move however, minimizing damage and was soon on his feet in a fighting stance. "You got that first shot for free... but the next one will not be." he said simply in a calm tone.

"So the wimp can actually speak."

Ragnarok rushed forward and lunged a punch towards the challenger's face only to have him block the punch with ease and bring his own fist forward in a fierce punch that connected with the champ's jaws. The warrior quickly followed with a front kick to the chest, sending the bewildered man stumbling backwards. The champ sent another punch to his opponent? face, missing its target as the man shifted quickly. The warrior say Ragnarok's knee coming up at his groin and brought his own knee up to block the cheap shot. Shifting quickly, the warrior brought his elbow around into the champ's nose again. Ragnarok staggered back trying to regain his sense.

"We can't let that punk win!"

"I've got to much money on this fight!"

Soon several men from the crowd were rushing towards the circle, only one had piece of wood as a club though. The warrior however extended his foot in a thrust kick towards the first man's stomach, causing him to arch over before bringing that same leg around in an axe kick that connected cleanly with the back of the man's head. The second man threw a punch at the challenger's head from behind but was shocked when the challenger sidestepped and grabbed his wrist. In a quick fluent motion, he drove his elbow into the second man's chest then snapped his hand up in a back fist before sweeping the man's leg out from under him and using that momentum snapped his leg up then down in another axe kick to the man's solar plexus. The last man swung his club down at the warrior's head but he simply sidestepped and caught the man's arm. The warrior brought his left arm back as his thrust his right palm forward against the man's elbow, snapping it cleanly at the joint before shooting his right arm back in a strong chop at the man's throat.

"Japanese punk!" Ragnarok charged towards the challenger with a stun gun in his hand. The challenger blocked the lunge at the champ's wrist, sending the stun gun skittering across the ground before bringing his right fist up.

"Shoryuken!" the warrior shouted loudly as the jumping punch connected with Ragnarok's jaw, sending the champ flying before landing with a loud thump. The lone warrior glanced around the circle slowly, the first man beginning to stir lightly as the second man laid sprawled out across the ground, panting heavily. The last man had passed out from shock while the champ simply lay on his back, completely unconscious.

"Unbelievable! Th- the challenger has won!" then announcer called out loudly as the crowd roared loudly with cheers and shouts. The warrior however was walking towards the edge of the ring and picking up his brown duffel bag. "Wait! What's your name sir?" the announcer frantically asked as he dashed towards the fighter who was walking towards the doorway.

"Ryu..."

"Ryu?!"

"The Ryu? Who beat Sagat?"

"Ryu who won the last Street Fighter tournament?"

Ryu didn't even spare a glance back as he walked out into the dark streets and disappeared from the sight of the stunned crowd.