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The peerless momentum in his strikes chilled the air. He required no punching bag, for any presented to him would have to be replaced within minutes. He preferred to shadowbox, imagine an enemy across from him, and contend on a different level than any other. Physical limitations were ignored for the sake of the harsh training regimen. Mental obstructions are cast aside. Spiritual boundaries simply do not exist.

The lifetime goal of the small farmer boy from Russia always existed in becoming something, to rise against societal norms and inspire others. He wanted to travel the globe, meet people, explore himself and everything around him. His restless soul churned with each and every step he took in the small dojo in Rio de Janeiro. His first foreign friend - as well as one of the few human comrades he had - watched over his excessive exercising.

Dmitri Kosokov - the Red Cyclone.

Carlos de Castro Marques - the Blue Typhoon.

Brazil

First came Diego Silva, the Brazilian Heavyweight Champion.

He refused to take on a "greenhorn" like Dmitri without first having some reason to accept his challenge for the title. With a mixture of resentment and stubborn pride, Dmitri began to practice relentlessly. However, Diego refused him at every turn. The Russian had almost given up when a local hero named Blue Marble stumbled upon him during a public strength exhibition. Together, they hatched a scheme to win the tag team gold. Diego would have no choice but to protect his championship belt.

Off to an admittedly rocky start, Dmitri and Carlos managed to win their first few matches not by cooperating but rather depending on their own moves to wear down the opposition in a cycling effect. Their legendary Millions Power Double Lariat would not be invented until the title bout in a tornado match held in a steel cage deathmatch.

Leonardo Costa and Rafael Montes, the Wild Jaguars, were a powerful core supported by unique metahuman powers. Leonardo commanded an extremely rubbery body. He could not stretch it, but most attacks simply didn't phase him because of his unique anatomy. Furthermore, his body could accommodate harder muscles and therefore strike at harder intervals. Meanwhile, Rafael could move at incredible speeds by manipulating time in his immediate personal space. He didn't abuse it to slow down his opponents, but rather amped up his own physical movements to appear faster than he actually was.

Because of this unique and dangerous combination, the Wild Jaguars dominated the tag team circuit with Leonardo's powerhouse blockade of muscle and Rafael's blinding acceleration. They were the perfect opposition for a young War Machine stable, which had similar properties but far less experience in terms of working together. Despite this, Dmitri and Carlos had no intentions of turning back now.

The match began with Dmitri and Leonardo squaring off, two unstoppable forces crashing in the middle of the ring and stopping dead center. The monolithic monster of a Russian eventually won out due to sheer mass, proving that even Leonardo's impressive muscular structure had difficulty contending with a man who wrestled with the mythical Krasnyy-Shelm.

A similar story unfolded as Carlos and Rafael seemed to operate on equal terms with each other for a split second before the up-and-coming icon of Brazil overtook the time-stopping racer with a clothesline from behind.

However, while Dmitri and Carlos celebrated their own personal victories, they stood apart from each other. The Wild Jaguars were already reforming their offensive push. Utilizing the steel cage, Leonardo started bouncing around like a pinball, distracting Carlos long enough for Rafael to pick off Dmitri and throw him into the barbed wire on top of the structure, lacing his arms within the coils in a bloody trap. Dmitri eventually forced himself free and caught Leonardo by the skull before he could smack Carlos around any further, giving one half of the tag team champions a taste of his own medicine by using a Jackhammer Piledriver - but to little effect.

Leonardo stood right back up and tackled Dmitri into the side of the thick fence, bending it slightly as the Russian's back met solid metal and began to bleed. The double-team offensive focused on Carlos resurfaced, but Carlos had studied the Wild Jaguars enough through backstage research and inside the ring enough to realize their one real weakness: they couldn't take on the War Machine two-for-two.

Being fast enough to outrun Rafael and evade Leonardo, Carlos started racing the faster champion around the ring, catching him in a few holds here and there. The main point was to distract Leonardo and keep Rafael - the brains of the Wild Jaguars - quiet long enough for Dmitri to recover. From there, the Russian grappled with Leonardo once more, but only to pin him in place with a few suplexes and submissions. Dmitri knew that he couldn't hurt the champion with these moves, but he wanted to play on Leonardo thinking he was stupid for a bit longer. Overconfidence built up and by knocking Dmitri into the ropes, Leonardo accidentally set up the bare bones of the War Machine's most dangerous combination.

Carlos unintentionally reappeared on the other side of the dueling duo, with Rafael seemingly cornering him. He managed to catch Dmitri's glance, signaling for an impromptu maneuver. Kicking Rafael, Carlos started charging his left arm with a blue energy. Dmitri pushed Leonardo against Rafael's back, stunning both of them in the process, while his left arm began to glow red from burning an immense number of calories through strengthening those muscles. By colliding their arms with the Wild Jaguars' heads in the middle, the War Machine won their first title match.

And Dmitri earned his chance at Diego Silva's Heavyweight Championship belt.

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Due to the graphic nature of the steel cage deathmatch, the Brazilian Fighting League decided on making Dmitri's match with Diego less "gimmicky" and simply dubbed it "The Best vs The Beast," selling over 80,000 tickets for the audience in attendance. Diego actually wanted to make things a bit more "even" considering Dmitri won the tag titles just a week earlier. He participated in a surprise preliminary match against a metahuman fighter who could extend his fingers like whips. Diego suffered wounds similar to Dmitri's, but ended up defeating the jobber with little to no effort.

Later on that night, Diego returned to the ring with his wounds surprisingly healed quite efficiently. His accelerated regenerative factor was not the first Dmitri had encountered, but he was sure Diego was not the champion based on just gluing himself back together quickly. As the bell rang for the bout to commence, Diego went on the offensive first, popping Dmitri in the face with jabs reminiscent of Muhammad Ali. He wanted to anger the Russian bear, draw him in close.

With only a thin strip of padding separating knuckle from face, Dmitri endured several cuts and horrendous bruising and swelling as the fight continued. Meanwhile, Diego had no injuries to speak of. Dmitri refused to play to Diego's vicious music. He kept his distance, measured the exact nature of the punches that connected, fell to how powerful they were, discovered Diego's knockout blow, his counters, memorized every pattern etched on his face like a graffiti wall.

He remembered the Mercenary, the calm woman, and his dream of meeting them in battle again - as a changed man!

Diego went for the final blow, hitting the Russian square on the nose, shattering every bone present there, but Dmitri did not stop. He grappled with Diego at long last, and hit the Red Cyclone - finishing the match in one move.

The crowd seemed less than entertained until Dmitri helped Diego back to his feet and raised his hand. A slow clap of appreciation for the old champion as the torched was passed started to erupt from the massive audience. The fight received mixed reviews, most considered it good except for the short time: four minutes and thirteen seconds. In later interviews, Diego mentioned that he would never be satisfied until he fought Dmitri again. The Best vs The Beast II was just a matter of time, but Dmitri and Carlos had to travel to Japan first. More title gold awaited them.