I. R. backed away from his opponent's wide swing. Seemed as though the brute was getting as tired as he was. But the wind from his swing told I. R. he still had devastating power. I. R. took this chance to attempt a kick, the big man evaded the strike causing I. R. to spin. His back now facing the enemy, and in a crouch he turned and jumped up, putting as much power behind himself as possible. His knee connected just as he'd planned, "Monkey leaps forWAH..." Somehow now the big man wasn't even fazed. He'd grabbed I. R.'s shirt even as he'd hit his foe, the big man then lifted the smaller fighter and slmmed him down. Had it not been for years of judo training and leaning to fall I. R.'s spine would have shattered. While he avoided this several ribs had snapped. I. R. muttered at how familiar this scene was as the brute raised his fist for what should have been a killing blow. I. R.'s hand clenched now. Something stopped him from making a full fist. His old friend, a handfull of dirt. Instinctively his hand moved and threw the stuff into the larger fighters eyes. "Like a charm," he sneered as the bigger foe rolled back trying to get something to flush his eyes with. It didn't take long though, within seconds he was back in a stance and his eyes seemed as though nothing had happened. This disheartened I. R. a bit, but he didn't worry, the dirt had served it's purpose. Shogun recognised the big man's stance now, western boxing, but with a few modifications. Our hero grinned as he took a wrestling style stance, he knew how to do this. The big man swung for I. R.'s open face, hoping for a knock out. I. R. ducked low and lunged for the big man's abdomen and lifted him off the ground. The strain on his ribs was brutal, but it was all worth it. He slammed the big man down head first on the ground, then rolled him onto his back. I. R. then took advantage of the man's daze and wrapped the brute's own arm around his neck to the point where his finger tips were touching his shoulder, he continued to pull as hard as he could, placing his free hand on the foe's forehead for leverage. After a few seconds the big man passed out from oxygen depravation. I. R. didn't take this for granted, he showered the brute with punches until finally his skull caved in. Shogun took a second to look at his fallen enemy, then rose to his feet. Dusting himself off he coughed a little. No blood, he'd be good to go in a few weeks. Now the thing that'd gotten him into the mess came into view. It made some clicking sounds, then sent out a beam of light that projected the image of a man sitting in what looked like a very comfortable chair. "Well well. Impressive I. R. Shogun. No need to ask my name, it's not important right now. What is important is that you've just defeated one of my companies latest creations. The brain child of some of our top technical personnel." I. R. heard something move behind him, but he didn't turn, not yet, "It's our first successful prototype, he was supposed to be the perfect fighter for one style, able to use it to adapt to any situation that could be thrown at him, as well as posess every advantage possible in said style. Fortunately for you, you have shown this model wasn't as good at his style as we'd thought. However, future models shall be created for a more adaptable style, perhaps, that one you used?" With this last bit the message ended. I. R. turned to see his foe once more, not healed, but somehow standing. I. R. jumped back instinctively as the thing lurched forth. Luckily one step and he was down, and broke down into nothing but a pile of flesh. I. R's face contorted in disgust as this sight sunk in and the last bits of adrenaline wore off. He now felt every injury he'd attained. His strong hand, and ribs were broken, he was sore everywhere, and his leg was extremely sore, probably a fracture. He bowed to the fallen foe then turned and left, this was gonna be a thorn in his side if ever there was one.