Mike Haggar Vs Zangief Novels & Stories

I watch as she lands a punch to his jaw , it actually knocks him back . She doesn't give up , she then kicks him and jumps over him knocking him to his knees . My mate is good. She's really good , I don't even know her name but I am so proud of my tiny mate . I am so fixed on the fight I don't even notice that Haggen had approached me . He looks between me and the cage before he says “ she's something else , isn't she ? heard some of the guys over there talking . Seemingly she has never been beaten and never shifts . ''

“Heard about Mickey. You dealt with him yet?” I sipped. “Permanently.” They grinned. Below us, Marcus emerged into the pit — shirtless, muscles rippling with every movement, the word “Hell” tattooed across his chest. The opposing fighter — a bit taller, leaner, with black ink across his jaw and neck — came from Rouder’s cult. Rouder wasn't present but I can see some of his men cheering from the crowd. Rouder wasn't exactly a friend, but we weren't at war either. The crowd roared as the bell rang, signaling that it was starting..

“Now it’s my turn.” At six foot two Jared was a trained sniper from the Army. He was a black in Kung Fu and had no problems using knives to make sure he would win no matter what. Jared had a mischievous grin as he throws the first punch catching Sage in the jaw sending into the coffee table behind her. “Do you think could beat me, little girl?” “Oh well yeah I know I can kick your ass. So just sit back and watch.” Hissed Sage. That is when she planted a kick in his stomach sending him back a few steps. All she wanted to do was to get him on the ground before he regains anymore of his strength. They traded blow for blow. Each of them was bleeding and out of breath.

Jeremy screams. Zane Hugh. He was known for his undefeated character. He's never lost a match in his life and was once crowned to be king of the street fighters. He's around the same age as me, from what my sources tell me. I've only seen a fraction that guy. Same thing about me. We've never seen each other's faces because we always wore masks whenever we fight. He was known for having a cold heart, not allowing anyone to get close to him because of his tragic past. His black hair seems to match his soul and unfortunately, I haven't had the privilege to see his eyes. He's like your typical bad boy in books, except he makes sure to leave your heart in shattered pieces in the end.