the SF isnt for SPam Fic, its for Street Fighter.

This is an idea i perpetualy had whenever i played any of the
streetfighter series (except for EX. . .i just kind of went brain dead).

I would alwyas think when i worked an arcade that as much as these
characters are fleshed out for us in the game, we only see them for 2~3
minutes at a time in the fighting ring, and maybe another 2~3 as we see
their endings.

so. . .
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When Street Fighters Aren't Fighting

[Sagat]-one-

ver 1.0

by: TJ

Sagat's days were very mechanical after leaving the nearby Shadoloo
hideout. He had absolutely no desire to see anyone or deal with anything
other than himself.

When your over seven feet tall, this policy is easily enforced.

After winning so many Muay Thai tourney, the government had given him
an, admittedly small, plot of land. Size would normally be a very big
concern for someone built like Sagat, but in this case. . . .

The plot of land was near a small river in the hill region. The river
flowed into a high waterfall of a beautiful cascade directly in the path
of his land. The lush shrubbery loaned to quiet shades in most of the
area except the waterfall, and pool at the foot of it. Tropical trees
would create a symphony of rustling as the wind played their leaves.

Even someone as simply driven as Sagat appreciated the obvious aesthetic
beauty of the place, but even now it seemed trivial.

Sagat slept in a cave tandem to the cliff of the waterfall. Not being
much of a carpenter, he shaped the walls inside through repeated beating
on them until they took on a more square, domesticated look, going so
far as to make shelves in the walls for decorations. 

He rose from his rough mattress in a very groggy state, not totally
aware of the world around him. With mechanical efficiency, he grabbed a
folded towel on his way out of the cave. The morning light had not yet
reached high enough to peak over the trees of the area, so Sagat did not
receive a blinding light upon coming to the mouth of the cave. He simply
continues walking towards the pool and the waterfall, stumbling slightly
on the uneven path.

He stumbled a little more harshly. "Oowah!" In an attempt to break fall,
he got tangled up for a moment in his towel, causing him to pivot off
balance even further. "Augh!" he fell on his butt, yet in a trained
fashion, he broke into a backward somersault roll to lessen the impact.

Right over the edge of the pool.

"Gah!"

SPLASH

Sagat was shaken violently by the very cold waters of the pool. He also
realised the flow of the falls was pushing him deeper into the pool. His
lungs burned already, not having gathered a fitting breath before his
swim, and so he struggled to reach the rocky walls of the pool. After a
moment of floundering his large head found the surface of the water, and
he gasped for the lovely taste of air.

He frowned. Not the best way to wake up, he decided. He wiped some of
the water from his face, realising he had lost his towel, his eye patch,
and his boxers in his trip. (Oh, well,) he thought, beginning his
morning cleanup.

His senses had been penetrated from its former haze by the sequence of
falls earlier. Not much seemed to interest him as he struggled
internally for several weeks. Bison's lure had proved too powerful for
his will; in Ryu's absence Sagat's quest for the fight became more and
more confusing. He frequently looked down at his chest, still seeking
the answers. He though Bison would show him, but he eventually showed
where his priorities were. So he left.

He didn't expect Bison to follow. He was probably small potatoes to the
crime boss, but even if he did, maybe fighting him would show him the
answers he was looking for.

He emerged from the pool and began to walk back to the cave, wiping the
excess moisture off as he went. Getting back to the cave, he grabbed
another towel, and began the long task of drying his great frame.

Some time later, Sagat could be found with trunks, in the sun, and under
the waterfall, beating on stone calmly with untaped fists. Whenever his
knuckles ached from the pressure, he'd turn around and soak them in the
waterfall for a moment, then continued.

Later still, he could be seen practising his fist burying Tiger Blow
against the flow of the waterfall. Every time he leapt at the waterfall
with his powerful technique, the waterfall would push him down into the
pool powerfully. It was like watching some twisted nature re-enactment
of Salmon trying to swim upstream.

During this practise, Sagat felt the presence of others entering his
vicinity. After surfacing from the pool for a countless time, he saw
three men in business suites standing near the edge, and a hummer behind
them.

Two of them, he recognised immediately. (Muay Thai council, and
Minister,) he thought with minimum interest. The former oversaw the
instruction of the national sport, the latter was a public relations
politician who educated, or force fed, the populous on what their
government was doing. 

Sagat hoisted himself out of the pool, not failing to notice the men
balk a bit as he stood to his full height. He grabbed the same towel,
drying his hands as he approached the man.

"Ahh, Sagat. Still as traditional as ever," the council said, offering
his hand, which Sagat took a shook firmly after drying his own.
"Enjoying your. . .spoils, so to speak?"

"So to speak," he agreed in a quiet but powerful voice. "Why are you
here, gentleman?" he said, impatient already.

"Sagat, this man is with our Investigation bureau, and we have some
concerns that have been raised, especially with national security."

(Great,) he thought. "And?"

The man looked nervous confronting him, but steadied himself before
continuing to speak. "And there have been links to you in these security
risks, especially when associated with an international terrorist
organisation."

"Normally, we try our best to ignore the situations until they threaten
our own security becau-"

"Because they keep money passing through this country?" he said firmly.
"Patriotism indeed."

"You mock, but you are the one drawing this attention to yourself," the
minister spoke. The Council cut him off, however.

"Sagat, tell me. . .where are your loyalties?"

The mountain's upper lip stiffened. What a question to be asked at such
a time, but he would not lie, not to political dogs, not to scum, not to
anyone. But he couldn't give them a firm answer. . .or could he?

"They are -not- with Shadoloo," he said confidently to the elder Muay
Thai fighter. He could see them visibly relax after hearing that, yet
the investigator seemed unsatisfied. "But that's' still not why you are
here. You want something from me. . ," he said in a dangerous voice.

"Yes, but nothing unreasonable," the minister said.

(Heh, that's what Bison said.)

"Sagat, nation interest in Muay Thai is at an all time high. It sparks
something of . . .national pride when spoken about in conversation. And
you, champion of most of the organised tournaments and all of the
unorganised ones, you're at the focal point of that attention." the
council paused for a moment. "Yet there have already been leaks about
your. . .association with terrorists to the international press.

"This is bad, Sagat. We cant have the champion of our national sport
associated with terrorists."

Sagat frowned, and begun to wring the towel dry. "So, what do you want
of me? I already told you I don't follow those scum."

"That's not enough," the ministers harsh voice cut in.

"What he means, Sagat, is that. . .well, as the champion for so long, we
need you to have a better public image. More . . .attainable, and
understanding to our people."

"So you want me to become a traffic cop, or something?" Sagat thought
with mirth, turning to face the falls. Public image indeed.

"Not exactly, but nothing unreasonable, considering what this country
has given -you-," the council answered. Sagat's gaze fell upon the water
as he digested what he just heard. They were right, and he was being
childish.

"Very well, what did you have in mind?" he asked, much less tension in
his voice.

"Our records of you show you do have a secondary record of education. .
.an impressive one. Especially in World History and in English
linguistics."

"We have much to learn from them past," he said, slightly defensive
about his college days being brought up. "And yes, I did attend the
community college, what of it?"

"Well, here's what we thinking. . . ."

The insects of the flowing stream began to collect around the pool as
the light of the day began to reflect off its surface. I light breeze
rolled over the area, kicking up some dust from the path near the area.
A calm, peaceful serenity seemed to permeate the land.

"YOU WANT ME TO WHAT!?!?!!?!"

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Exactly one week later, Sagat, in a pair of khaki pants, a polo shirt
and dress shoes, walked into a classroom full of teenagers carrying a
notebook in his hand. He quietly set the notebook down on the desk in
front of the chalkboard. He then turned, grabbed a stray piece of chalk
from the tray and began writing his name on the board in big letters. He
then turned to face the children who were dumbstruck with the huge man
that just walked in.

"I am Sagat, you may call me Mister, or Teacher Sagat," he said
forcefully. "I will be your English instructor for the semester."

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C&C welcome

I kinda threw this together in about 20 minutes, so i expect it to read
a bit jerky in this early version.

lemme know if you'd like to read more. 

-TJ
-CSY head
-FFIRC head