- Central Thailand
The monsoon season came late in the season for the villagers. The past two weeks, the heat beame unbearable. Even in the hot and humid jungles of Thailand, even this was a bit too much. But when the gods saw the village in dire need of rain, they obliged. Rain fell in torrents. The villagers came outside and looked up and let the rain hit their beaming faces. They took off their straw hats, let the rain water collect and pour it all over their bodies. The children ran around and splashed in the newly formed river that used to be the main road. A few of the village elders smiled and laughed as they watched the carefree children scream and chase each other. The rain, seemingly, washed away all of the burdens that plagued the small village that summer season. Also, it would mark the return of the ever needed rice crops that we a necessity for life in this poor village. Knowing this, the strongmen in the village paraded through with huge bags of rice seed and made their way to the rice terraces. The village, even though poor in income, was extremely rich in terms of togetherness and caring for one another. They were very wary of outsiders however.
But then, their attention was focused on a man walking briskly and with purpose. This man was very impressive in terms of physique. His arms were well defined and he had a very battle harden face. His long brown hair tied with a single thread was plastered to his wet karate gi. The children stopped their playing and looked on as well and began to laugh. The man stopped walking and looked at one of the young boys that were gazing at him.
Whats so funny? The man said while wiping water from his face?
Misterwhy are you wearing pink? Pink is a girl color.
The other children erupted in laughter.
The man smiled and said, It doesnt matter what color your gi is. Its how you fight in it.
Whatever you say mister. Why are you here anyway? Where are you from? Who are you?
My name is Dan Hibiki of the Saikyo Style!! He yelled. Ive come from Japan to have a battle with Sagat!! He killed my father years ago and I am going to avenge his death!! I know this is the village that he lives in. Where is he? Sagat where are you? Cmon out you coward? Show yourself!!
You dont have to yell. Im right here. And you want to fight Sagat? Is that why you came here? The boy asked.
Yes. That is my main reason of being here.
The entire village roared in laughter. One of the male villagers came toward Dan and said, I hope you are aware that Sagat is a monster. Hes killed many fightersmany strong fight
HE HASNT FACED THE WRATH OF DAN HIBIKI OF THE SAIKYO STYLE!! YAHOOOOIE!!! Dan yelled again.
Boy he sure is loud. One of the boys mumbled. If he wants to beat Sagat, all he has to do is yell at him. Thatll get him good.
Yep. The other kids replied.
The man spoke again. So Dan Hibiki. Of the Sake Style
Saikyo!!! Dan roared.
Whatever. The man grumbled. Do you even know how to get to Sagats palace?
Actually I dont. Thats why I came here. I need directions. Heh. Dan said while scratching his head.
Fine. If you are going to get slaughtered, you should at least know your way to the slaughterhouse I always say. Anyway, just take this road and keep going north through the jungle. After about 3 miles, you see his palace. You cant miss it. You meaning someone else. He sighed while pointing in the desired direction.
Ahh.thank you sir. Youve been a wonderful help. But now I must go. I must avenge the death of my father. I will have your head Sagat!!!
Dan ran off into the jungle yelling and screaming.
Son. The man said sternly.
Yes dad? One of the boys emerged from the group looking up at his father.
Fetch my rickshaw. And put a blanked in the back.
We have a dead man on our hands. The man sighed as Dans pink gi vanished into the wet jungle.
Dammit Sagat. Why couldnt you live in someplace warm and dry? Like Hawaii? Or Jamaica even? Dan muttered while forging his way through the wet, soggy jungle. That way, after I avenge my fathers death, I can relax on the beach with Dee Jay.
Dan, soaking wet, sloshed his way through the wet forest. The rain pounded Dan but nonetheless, he made his way toward Sagats grand palace.
Whew. I need to rest. Dan plopped on a mossy long and immediately concluded that there would be no more plopping. The log was course and hard as stone. Ouch!! Dan squealed. Dan took this moment to reflect over his life without his father. His father was a very powerful warrior unlike Dan. Dan knew that his self-taught fighting style, even though it meant the Strongest, was nowhere near the strength of his fathers. Dan knew that many people back home take him as a joke. No one will ever take his self-taught fighting style as serious as it has no true form. But Dan, ever persistent, stood up and continued on his way. After about an hour of trudging through the rain, Dan finally caught sight of Sagats palace. Seeing this, Dan ran as fast as he could. Dan stopped and admired the scale of this place. Huge, gold tigers greeted him at the main gate. Incense burners were scattered everywhere filling the area with a sweet yet strong sent. The front gate had to be about 30 feet high with a huge wooden tiger bust resting on top of the gateway.
SAGAT!!! WHERE ARE YOU??? FIGHT ME YOU COWARD!!! SHOW YOURSELF. Dan banged the gate as hard as he could. As if it were Sagat himself. Suddenly the gate slowly opened to reveal a beautiful garden. Flowers of every color where everywhere. Tall palm trees were scattered all over the garden. A stone tiger stood guard in the center of the garden. Dan, however amazed he was, knew that his reason for being here was not to pick flowers. He was here to fight Sagat.
Sagat!! Where are you?? He yelled.
A rumbling voice from behind spoke. Dan turned around to gaze upon a mountain of a man. Sagat was well over 7 feet tall. His hands and feet were wrapped tightly in tape. He was wearing a blue pair of kickboxing shorts and he was standing with his arms crossed. His face was cold and emotionless. His one eye staring a hole right through Dan. Dan gulped hard and got into his fighting stance.
SaSagat. I am here to challenge you. I am going to avenge my fathers death at your hands. Dan was trembling. Sagat didnt make a move. Wwhat are you waiting for? Arent you supposed to be the ultimate Muy Thai fighter? You are nothing SSagat. I can beat you with one hand tied behind my back.
Dan. You are nothing more than a stain on the human race. I can easily kill you without trying. But there is no fun in that. I seek fighters who I know will give me a challenge. Your father, unlike you, gave me a challenge. He took my eye. I admire him for that. He had the power to do that for me. But I killed him. You are a joke, Dan. Pathetic. Worthless. Your Saikyo style is nothing more that pitiful punches and kicks. I am sparing your life. For now. Get out of my sight before I destroy you worse than I did your father.
With that, Sagat turned and slowly walked away. Dan was livid. Never has anyone insulted him like Sagat. In a rage, Dan ran towards Sagat and punched him as hard as he cool. Tears were flowing from Dans face as he flailed as hard as he could on Sagat. Sagat, however, showed no reaction of Dans attacks.
I am going to kill you Sagat!! You will not get away with talking like that to me. I am Dan of the
Sagat turned around and grasped Dan by the face and lifted him high into the air.
I told you that you were weak. But you, like a fool, thought you had some inner power. You need to be delt with. With that, Sagat kneed Dan in the ribs extremely hard. Sagat then flung Dan across the garden into the stone tiger. Blood poured from Dans mouth as a boom of thunder rolled across the sky.
Now get out of my sight you ignorant bastard.
Dans eyes filled with tears, as he lay crumpled among the rubble of the tiger.
Cough Hes right. I am. worthlessfather forgiveme
With that, Dan fell unconscious.