King-Iori Geese Chapter 6 "Unrequited Passions" Ralf crouched down and thought of strength. Of tanks, of missiles, bazookas and heavy metal. He clenced his fists. He concentrated, hearing only napalm and shrapnel. He felt his right fist shaking. "Galactica PHANTOM!!!" He shot up and blitzed across the ring to his opponent, who instinctively held a blocking stance. ...POW!!! Chang Koehan fell against the bars of the ring with a smash. 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"Damn cheap piece of shit" he thought, as he took a swig of hot sake. Kensou hopped out of his chair and stood between his master and the old man. "GET AWAY FROM MY SONY!" said Kensou. "Eh? What's that sonny?" Chin picked his nose. Kensou adjusted the arial of the tv and showed Chin the restored picture. "It's not the tv, it's the hotel's reception!" said Kensou, as he motioned for Chin to return to his seat. "No need to get excited" muttered Kensou to himself, as he munched on some beef bun, "you stinky old bastard..." Chang looked up at Ralf, who smiled at him, sweetly. Ralf held up his arm and said "YOSH! Shall we finish this?"(Allright! Todome iku ka?). Chang's head began to swim. An agonizing pain struck his left forearm, the one he had blocked with. His trusty iron ball fell from his grip. As everything began to grow dim, he realised his arm was broken. "I'm sorry Kim... I failed...you..." Chang fell forwards, onto his head. ------------------------------------ Nakoruru grabbed the camera by the lens. "Woah, what a crushing victory! Let's see if we can get a few words from the combatatants.... Chang, Chang! Anything to say?" "uhhhh, ahhhhhhm, rrrroooowwwwwaaaahhh" "okay... let's see what Ralf has to say. Ralf! Ralf, c'mere!" Ralf shot up a blocking stance. "Hey, what's with you?" Nakoruru laughed "Don't worry, I'm not participating in KOF!" Ralf relaxed. "Ah. I thought you were gonna throw a spear at me!" "What are you talking about?" "Eh... don't worry about it..." "Soooo, what was your opinion of that match? Easy?" "Easy? hmmmm it was kinda like a pleasant workout!" "What were your tactics?" "I'm sorry that's confidential. I don't have the authority to discuss that." "oh.. okay, well do you have anything you wanna say to the fans?" Ralf looked around and raised his fist, to the adulation of the crowd. He clapped his fist twice, then leant back and roared. "And the crowd goes wild! This is Nakoruru, at the KOF '97 Tournament. Stay tuned for King versus Iori! We'll be right back, after this word from our sponsers." The large stadium tv screen flickered as the advert came on. An annoyingly chirpy tune played... Then children started to sing... *Yummy! Good for your tummy! It's so good it's funny!* -A large flock of geese walk along the screen with bows on their heads and little sandals on their feet, with chocolate bars in their mouth. *Geese's... Geese's pieces, Geese's... Geese's pieces, we love it!* A sterner voice came on. *Made in Southtown, Mexico. Contains several chemicals which are not bad for your health. Proven to stimulate small children into activity. Don't take more than one per hour.* Back in the stands, the blond man in the japanese judo outfit adjusted his shades and grinned. ------------------------------------ Kim Kaphwan looked down at Choi with his hands on his hips. Choi looked away. "Don't look away when I'm talking to you!" Growled Kim. "It's not that, I don't mean disrespect.." Choi meekly replied. "Then WHAT?" Kim was fuming now. "It's just... my neck hurts looking up at tall people..." "WHAT!! You're taking the piss, aren't you?" Kim grabbed Choi by the scruff of his jumper and lifted him up. "You know what this means, don't you?" Kim smiled sardonically. "NO! Please master Kim! Please..." Choi gulped as he realised he had fallen into Kim's trap, again. "And you know how I detest begging! That's it for you!" Kim removed Choi's claws. Choi desperately thought of a way out... but there was none. He started crying. Kim opened Choi's room and flung him in, slamming the door. Then he moved to the corner of the living room. There it was, under a table. A large black box. He put on a large chainmail glove. He slowly opened the box. He had to be quick... THERE! He grabbed the chicken by the neck with a swift pounce. What a viscous beast of a chicken it was too. It eyed Kim with pure hate filled, blood shot eyes. "Cllllrrrrrkkk" The sound of a growling chicken made Kim shiver. Well, it is training. Good for the soul. With that, he ran to Choi's door, opened it, kicked Choi back in as he tried to flee, flung the chicken in and slammed the door. He checked his rapid heartbeat and breathing. Then he heard the screams ....and angry chicken noises. He told himself, it's for his own good. If anyone knew he had a chicken phobia... He switched on the tv and plugged in the headphones and settled down to watch KOF with a bag of popcorn. ----------------------------------------------- thegunsmith@hotmail.com characters (c) SNK otherwise (c) Gunsmith 1997 All chapters now accessible from my page, with others at http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Towers/3860/neogeo.htm