Street Fighter 2010 - Plot

Plot

Street Fighter 2010 is set in the near future (2010) where technology has advanced to the point that any person can easily travel from one planet to another through the use of interplanetary warp gates. Ken (originally named Kevin Striker in the Japanese version) has retired from his fighting career after winning the "Street Fighter circuit" 25 years before and has since become a gifted scientist, developing a new substance called "Cyboplasm" that grants superhuman strength to any living organism that it is administered to. When Ken's lab partner Troy is murdered, left in a pile of gellatinous material, and the Cyboplasm is stolen, Ken decides to bring Troy's killer to justice by implanting his body with bionics, as well as an interdimensional transporter, in order to follow the killer's trail, who has left traces of Cyboplasm in each of the planets of the "Frontier" which the killer has visited.

While on the trail of Troy's killer, a mysterious entity begins to taunt Ken, warning Ken to cease his chase. As he gets closer to the killer, Ken begins to feel a strange pain in his body. The culprit is revealed to be Troy himself, who faked his death in order to steal the Cyboplasm, spread it across the galaxy, and create an army of superhuman warriors loyal to him. Troy also reveals that the pain in Ken's body is actually being caused by a dose of Cyboplasm which he implanted into Ken while he was unconscious. After defeating Troy, Ken returns to Earth to contain the spread of Cyboplasm, which has now become a global epidemic.

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