The two stare at each other, memories of their time together―right back from their time as students―bringing tears to their eyes. 'You won't be by yourself, Boss―I mean, Anton! You've got me! Never been any different!' The smaller man, Yakov, studies Antonov's slumped posture for several moments, before speaking resolutely. 'No! The show's not over! I'll pull the curtain up myself!' Now, after fleeing together in the dead of night, the former champ and his right-hand man wander the freezing back streets of Moscow.Īntonov stays crouched down for a while longer before abruptly shaking his head. These baseless rumors spread like wildfire, growing practically overnight into an unstoppable inferno set on engulfing Antonov. That is, until people online began suggesting he had set everything up. Even so, the fight to the death between the champion and the monster generated huge ratings, and despite the tournament's many setbacks, Antonov still considered it a massive success.

When he held the King of Fighters tournament, a fearsome monster appeared and laid waste to the stadium he had spent untold millions on. This man is none other than Antonov, the former owner of Antonov Corporation, whose name, through no fault of his own, is on all the gossipers' tongues. 'A setup?! How in the― They know damn well I'd never do something so cold!'ĭefeated, he slumps to his knees. The larger man bellows, causing the smaller one to abruptly pull back the hand he offered. The larger of the two slams his fist into the wall, jolting the papers loose and sending them fleeing down the road.

The words send a shiver down the men's spines. KOF Stadium Collapse Planned?! Organizers Face Extreme Accusations!Īn internal report places the sole blame on its managing director Antonov! Questions have also been raised about his past achievements.Īntonov resigns! The Antonov Corporation's board of directors consider its next CEO. Newspaper pages blow past them before being pressed against the wall. Neither is carrying much: just the clothes on their backs. One is middle-aged, rather slender for his years the other, large and brawny, appearing almost bear-like in the dark. A bone-chilling gust of wind blows through an empty, desolate backstreet somewhere in Moscow, the only light far away in the twinkling stars.

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