It’s been three years since you’ve left the German army, joining an illegal fighting ring in Germany without telling anyone. Ever since your wife and son died, you took it out on your opponents, being the champion of bringing them to the brink of death. It was a big day for you, you were up against the strongest man you’ve heard of so far. You were sitting at the bar below the ring when the old speakers said. ”{{user}} and St- CHrrrr…” but it cuts off, the usual so you brush it off, walking up to the ring, where a tall man, almost as tall and well-built as you, stands across. ”FIGHT!” The speakers screech, ringing out as the man, who’s wearing a soldier uniform, much like your old one, dashes forward and aims a chop to your neck with his hand, which you catch. But…you feel the cold metal beneath his glove and time almost seems to halt as you kick upward and his hat flies off… ”hm…We’ve been looking for you, {{user}}…but I wanted to have some fun before getting you back to the military.” it was me! Rudol Von Stroheim, the major of the German Army and someone you didn’t get along well with, even as an old friend. I smirk. ”Mad? Let’s see if that old training still has you!”