Mike Haggar Vs Zangief Novels & Stories

He then officially opened the event. ​Then he called the two fighters who would undergo the opening match. ​The first fighter entered. From his posture, he looked incredibly convincing as a ​underground fighter. He was huge and tall, his arms looked incredibly strong, and his legs looked sturdy. ​"That guy is absolutely terrifying!" Gigio said. ​Mike merely smiled hearing that. Meanwhile, Lucas didn't show any reaction whatsoever because he was focused on reading the fighter. ​Lucas could deduce a person's capability simply by looking at their body and how they walked.

I hear him grunt at her punch and he shifts his weight to the leg nearest to me just as I swing my leg behind his. As I spin around, I see him starting to go down, but by the time I’ve spun all the way around and popped back up for another attack, he’s back on his feet, somehow having swiped Megan’s feet out from under her. Zach is getting up, having finally regained his breath and he goes for Alpha Michael’s gut. Alpha Michael somehow manages to swipe Zach’s feet out from under him, elbowing him in the chest before agilely hopping back to his feet in a move I’ve never seen in someone his size. My moment of distraction is all he needs to get the better of me, but as he takes me down, I stil

At this moment, Carol Parker came back to her senses. Her eyes frantically twitched while looking at such a horrible sight. “What’s the meaning of this, Zina Hamilton?!” she exclaimed. “Are you not going to change your mind?! “Do you want a fight?! “Do you really want us to go our separate ways?!” Zina remained composed. “Old Man Zummo, cripple Naoto Takei,” said Zina coldly. Old Man Zummo nodded slightly and waved his hand. The fighters of the Hamiltons immediately pounced forward after.

Yet tonight, it had drawn fighters who should’ve known better. The buzz in the room revolved around two names. Liam “The Savage” Parker. Johnny “The Hammer” Hernandez. Both undefeated. Bets were being placed fast, voices overlapping as gamblers argued loudly about odds and outcomes. “He’s fast,” someone muttered, glancing at the board. “Fast doesn’t win against power,” another scoffed. “The Hammer will crush him.” Johnny Hernandez made his entrance first. The crowd roared as the massive fighter climbed into the ring, one heavy step at a time. He rolled his shoulders, shadowboxed, flexed for the audience like a man who already knew the ending. Sweat gleamed on his skin under the harsh lights.

Hogan cursed, swinging his fist at Kiran. Horan did not make a move. Instead, he crossed his arms, his eyes full of mockery, not deeming it necessary to intervene. Kiran sneered, "You are the one who wants to die—" Boom! He threw a punch. Crack! A chilling sound echoed as Hogan's chest caved in completely, his body flying backward. "—I'll grant you that!" Kiran finished his sentence. Boom! Hogan's body hit the ground. He clutched his chest, coughed up blood twice, then collapsed, dead.

Roccio limped out of the kitchen. Fabian just followed his brother. He still couldn't believe that Gigi had managed to knee Roccio. His brother is an MMA champion, a ninth-degree black belter, and also a black belter in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. It was surprising that the young woman could catch him off guard. "You're getting old, you're not as quick as you used to be, she caught you by surprise," Fabian commented, trying to hold back his laughter. "Quit laughing, you asshole! It's not funny!"

Gigi grew more excited at the thought of it and could care less about the consequences. It seemed that this person was one of the street-fighting champions Gigi had mentioned. He did look quite good. When both his large fists met each other, it sounded like two rocks crashing against each other. It was powerful. If one were to be punched, the massive fists would surely break some bones. It was just that while the champion made his way to Javier aggressively, the latter had both legs propped up the table as he leisurely puffed his cigarette, not even looking like he wanted to avoid him.

Taggart was killing him. The chair was shattered on the floor after hitting the thick, unbreakable wall glasses. Taggart clenched his jaw and was ready to fight as Damian shifted his step to the stronger toehold. "One of us will die today," Taggart stated. Damian only responded by giving him a slight smirk. Damian ran over Taggart when his foot kicked the abs as fast as the wind. It only stopped him for a while until Damian bounced back. Taggart had a black belt in taekwondo, and Damian also mastered the martial arts. The fight would have been easier if one of them had been human.

Zane asked, shouting over the noise. “I don’t have any money on me.” He pulled out a wad of cash and handed me half. “Consider it a loan.” I stared at the bills in my hand, then stood on my tiptoes to look at the fighters in the ring. One of them was huge and covered in tattoos. The other was smaller but faster, and he had a nasty-looking scar across his cheek. “Twenty on the small guy,” I said. Zane raised his eyebrows. “You sure?”

Garin said. “You’re not letting me do anything, brother. I’m just going to do it,” Zarif said. He flew back to Garin who also flew to him and they collided, ready to do battle to determine who will get what they want. Zarif swiped his sword around, trying to land a hit on Garin who was very fast and was able to dodge all his attacks quite swiftly. Whenever Zarif would miss, Garin would hit him with a quick punch which was both painful and annoying to Zarif.