Teruyo !Wo5j3FYZRg 2008/05/29 (Thu) 02:57 No. 3669 ▼ File 121202984945.jpg - (15.24KB, 216x374 , zangief.jpg)
You wake up with a startle. You look around to see if the bear is anywhere. You're surprised to find yourself indoors. You are under a couple of sheets and your head is bandaged. As you start to look around, wondering where you are, a door opens and the cold winter air comes in. Through the door a beast of a man, a burly muscled man comes in. With a beard and a strange hair cut, he looks definitely weird. Was he just outside? That's hard to believe since he's only wearing a pair of red boots and not much else. He's covered with huge scars that appear to have been made with claws. The snow on his body seems to indicate that he, indeed, was outside. The man sees you staring at him and addresses you.
“Awake huh? Good! Good! Now I won't be alone for my meal!” The man speaks with a heavy accent. You look at him confused, but can't manage to form a coherent sentence.
“So you're confused and you want answers, da?” The man asks. You simply nod. “I can't blame you, Petya has one hell of a piledriver! Almost as powerful as mine! HAHAHAHAHA!” The man coarsely laughs at his joke. “But in all seriousness, you attacked my friend and he brought you here, couldn't leave you to freeze to death he said.”
His friend does he mean... that bear? You try to ask him.
“Ah, da. Petya is that bear you saw. One hell of a tough bear as well. I taught him myself! Raised him from a cub I did, after his mother perished tragically because she wandered into a city.”
Your head is swimming. How can a man have raised a bear cub? Let alone trained him in what would seem to be wrestling?
“You still look confused, comrade.” The man says. “It's okay, for now you need to rest and eat! I brought just the thing.” He takes out a couple of turnips and beets. “I make soup soon, da? Wait patiently.”
He proceeds to turn on a nearby stove and puts the vegetables into a pot. He adds a few ingredients that were lying around and before you know it, he's smiling to himself. He takes the pot and and a ladle and serves two bowls of the soup into them.
“It's not like mamushka's cooking, but it is good.” He says handing you the bowl. He also breaks out a large bottle of what appears to be vodka. He takes two glasses and pours one for both you and himself. “Budem zdorovy!” he says. “This put hair on chest, drink up!” And he gulps down the liquid. He has enough hair on his chest as it is... is it because of the vodka? You try doing the same, but find the strong taste to be too much compared to what you're used to. The two of you enjoy your (surprisingly) tasty soup and talk about various things.
Apparently his name is Zangief, and you're somewhere in Northern Siberia. How you came to get there, you don't know. He says that he recognizes a talent within you, that you have a good instinct. He offers to teach you what he knows in return for your helping him with a couple of tasks. Being completely alone in the world, you agree. He laughs and pats you in the back. He tells you that the training will start in the morning. You don't talk to him for much longer, since you're knocked out by the potent hooch.
The next morning, you're awakened at 4 AM by Zangief. He tells you that training starts now. Not protesting, you get up and step out into the bitter cold. You're freezing, but Zangief is apparently fine with it. The two of you spar for a while, and Zangief gives you tips to improve your technique. You spar for the whole day, and at evening you once again has your meal of soup and vodka. You're out like a candle soon after. The whole day was just too tiring.
And so it the cycle repeats. Evey day for a month, you sparred with Zangief all day, and by evening ate soup and drank vodka. Before you knew it, the cold didn't bother you at all, and the vodka was like water to you. You had bulked up insanely as well. Zangief stops during your customary sparring match and starts to talk.
“You've done well, lad. So well in fact think that you're ready for a rematch against Petya. Wait here and I'll get him.”
You obediently wait, excitedly waiting for the chance to wrestle that fearsome bear again. Soon enough, Zangief comes back with that familiar large white bear. You can feel the tension in the air and you and the bear stare at each other. You wait for the bear to make his move. He lounges at you with his massive body and you return the favor by using the techniques you've learned from Zangief. You manage to push the bear away. But that's not enough. The large bear gets up and comes back for more. He has you hard pressed, and you can barely keep up.
You focus, letting yourself become one with the world. You pick up your pace and counterattack furiously. The bear increases his pace as well and keeps up with you. The bear and you keep going at it for over an hour, with neither side giving up. Deciding that it's time for an all-or-nothing attack, you purposely leave yourself open. The bear swipes at you, confident at his victory. Time slows down, it's like that first fight all over again. Before you know it, you're in control. You don't even bother to go behind the bear, seeing as that's ineffective. You allow his claw to strike you, and grab him tightly. You flip him around, and jump. Spinning 360 degrees in the air, you pull off the most impressive piledriver of your life. You smash the bear head-first into the cold permafrost. You let go, and get up. Your wound is great and blood is gushing out. But you've won, the bear has been completely knocked out and is lying unconscious on the ground. You collapse.
When you awaken, a grinning Zangief congratulates you. He says that he has nothing else to teach you and that the scar that you now have is proof of your hardiness. You look at your chest. Indeed there is a huge scar across you muscular pecs. However, it's a small price to pay for having beat that bear. Zangief then starts speaking about your end of the bargain. He tells you that he wants you to help him found an academy for training fighters. He says, that that way a whole new generations of true men would be born. He complains that young people nowadays are too weak, and that a move like this would also bring glory to the motherland. You, of course, agree to help him. What could be better than training the future in being true men?
Bear End GET!
This is an 'extra end' one of a few ends that don't have much to do with the main story but are easter eggs of sorts. Among these are the 'Master baker end' and the 'Lake boat rental end'. These are supposed to be fun and are to not be taken that seriously.
Epilogue:
It's now been 40-odd years since you founded you school. Now, you have branches in almost every single country and have united people all over with your love for vodka and manliness. You have done what communism failed to do, unite the world as one. Surely people will remember your values for centuries to come. Never again shall petty issues like religion and politics come before the true path. As an added note, bears are now worshiped and have made a major comeback in regions where they were once endangered. Everyone respects the wisdom that the bears have passed on to them.
And you, yourself are happy. You sometimes think about all those friends you left behind, but don't regret it one bit. You've got your own dreams now, and you managed to complete them within your lifetime. What's that compared to some illusionary fantasy involving girls whom you hardly knew?
