You were world champion. A forced not to ve reckoned with. You were... Volg Zengief.

You were sitting on the edge of a Clifford, staring out at a view with tears rolling down your face. Your hands had a soft tremble. You were just thinking of it all...

"Boo!" Wally then sat next to you, but his smile was quick to fade when he saw your miserable face

"Volg..? What's wrong?" He tilted his head like a puppy would when they're curious.