Let the dumpage begin:
In the SF2V manga, the girl with T. Hawk is named Leona; she’s the daughter of the gym owner Jack Rufus.
Gou Hibiki may have had blonde hair. I managed to receive a colored version of the official sketch of Sagat with a bloody blown out right eye and a Muay Thai fighter lying face down at his feet, and the fighter’s blonde there. This sketch is found in a pamphlet included with the SFZ Perfect Data File Macintosh disc.
Slight modification to a paragraph in my Ojou-san summary, minus the stuff in **:
Presently I have found no printed evidence that Ojou-san witnessed the final battle between Gouken and Gouki other than Saiki’s word from his friends at Capcom he thinks.Retsu being Gouken’s friend also falls into this category for the time being Ken’s SFZ entry in AAC is a memory recall of both the battle he and Ryu both saw when they were young and the battle he catches as his master’s last: Gouken fighting Gouki, Gouken wins the former, Gouki wins the latter.
Dolls fanartist Ataru did not draw Ojou-san. He admits so in a blog entry on this page, which he randomly noticed one of sano’s posts on SRK. He wanted to draw a fighting girl, and when it was finished his webpage sketch numbered 66 had a macho ponytail (like Maki but he never refers to her), a ribbon tied to the left wrist, and noticed characteristics of Ryu (ripped upper gi) and Gouki (back-turned pose) shown, but he stated he never knew about Gouken’s daughter, which he slightly mispells in his entry, around halfway down the page: http://blog.so-net.ne.jp/atr4440/archive/200605
The Alex pic with a silhouette of Hugo in the back doesn’t reveal much more than a plea to fans to continue the love and support for SF3. And as you said aerialgroove, the nurse pic’s got some mighty small scribbly text around it. However, the text block that points directly to the nurse says “gomu” in there at the beginning, which means gum or rubbery. Also the other text block starts out saying distinctly “at first planned as the rough for the boss stage.” The lab scenario background was planned to be used for Gill at first. So from these two pieces, the nurse may very well be an elasticity specialist and thus may have had a hand in turning Illia into Necro. The nurse has a nametag also, but I couldn’t make that one out, gomen.:sad:
sano’s CFJ quote requests:
Alex to Chun Li
“You’ve made me decide on no grudge. Your kicks are dangerous.”
Chun Li to Alex
“You can’t do it. After putting on a little body weight perhaps, then you can.”
Anakaris to Ryu
“Your soul is not a displeasure-easure-easure. I approve of an audience once again-gain-gain.”
Ryu to Anakaris
“To be perfectly frank, nothing but your going path can be ascertained!”
Karin to Ingrid
“You dangle after a strange already apparent sense. My imagination? Or rather…”
Ingrid to Karin
“Is it that regrettable? Ohohohohoho! Make me laugh some more!”
Zangief to Vega
“Again you fuss over that whatever power? These days even small students would trust it!”
Vega to Zangief
“Do I gradually see your country at heart? Why that’s probably also your long-cherished ambition.”
Chun Li to Felicia
“Such eyes must not be seen! …tsh, you don’t take me on!”
Felicia to Chun Li
“Don’t tell me…that tickles ma’am? Refreshing and, because it’s unwilling…”
Jedah to Demitri
“If you think about it so what? There’s no reversal, it’s a recurrence…and.”
Demitri to Jedah
“Did I perceive a lack of standard? The one who controls demons is I!”
Yun to Ingrid
“What the?..the aim’s to raise the intern course. From you I felt a great wild pitch.”
Ingrid to Yun
“Well don’t be in such a hurry. Greedy ones can be seen as charming.”
Nool to Guile
“Whwhat’s, with your headed? Isisn’t it bad to eat two things togetherer?”
Guile to Nool
“For bad seafood, I had plenty during my soldier training regimen period!”
Pyron to Demitri
“Demon realm?..Wherever you are. It’s an unexpectedly small memory.”
Shin Gouki to Ryu
“Pathetic poem of resentment!”
And Dee Jay’s account:
Dee Jay from Gamest SSF2
Twilight approaching on Kingston Beach.
For a beautiful sunset, five points can be counted in the world.
The cafe bar & restaurant of the coastland with a turnout of numerous tourists, at the sandy beach from occupied lovers an exchange of sweet whispers made of each other’s memories.
Reggae’s notorious in Jamaica but, connecting with the shore detail, nowadays it collects every single music style in the world.
At that shop “Lemony”'s stage, a salsa band resounded with a lighthearted rhythm. Nearly all the visitors being tourists, among them even the figures of Orientals could be seen. Brilliantly colored cocktails amongst the flickering lights of torches. Gently time was flowing by.
That man, automatically turned up.
Seated at a counter seat close by the stage, he ordered champagne.
With a baseball cap and sunglasses, a t-shirt hidden by a bolero, while kneeling the linen pants hid sandals and everything else.
The skin a burly brown, with considerably tough stature, forged arms could come into sight.
Having taken a sip of champagne, the shades guy looked at the stage. He was taking hold of the form’s natural rhythm. As the band performance ended, the next composition began.
A short time later still alone, a strangely unstable man came about. That man wore a pudgy aloha shirt, he surveyed and considered the restless shop interior and, hanging on a heartbroken shoulder, with a compassionless face he haunched down onto the edge of the counter seat.
The shop’s master with a full-faced smile approached him.
"Hey, Rick! Been a while hasn’t it?!"
Slowly that man’s face rose, for Rick, the master being diameterically opposite, such that now his face burst into tears as he stiffly spoke.
“No matter how hard I try, there’s nothing! Why am I not doing well…”
"Hey hey, what’s wrong?"
That’s how the master was being, never with behavior for a move of worry. After all with having lost on a wager, having seen his wife with Henkley, such would be the scene.
“Anyway calm down!, have a drink. After a year again.”
"With this, I will calm down?!"
He exclaimed, while the master presented for Rick a double whiskey to pleasantly drink up, he sobbed convulsively.
“Now what? With your place, recent partners get sold, that’s not how it should be? Isn’t that likely the reason for being troubled over money?”
“Those partners are difficult cases!”
“Huh?”
"Partners…that Dee Jay, he melts it away!!"
Dee Jay. There’s not a person in this Jamaica who knows not his name. 1 year ago, like a comet he appeared a top musician. Concerts always packed with people, with his released CD’s being all million sellers he’s known as a superstar.
Rick being a friend from 4 years ago, presently, has come to work as his manager. Because also, with Dee Jay himself a considerably sloppy character, working and playing tending to be his mood of favorite convenience, having been a strong feeling, Rick in his natural form was opposed to socializing.
Enriching what was heard as reasonable, as adequate, indeed celebrities seem from personalities of happiness or of curses, Dee Jay and Rick’s relation ran across from approximately what became a change of circumstances.
“Melted…you say, you mean like gone?”
"Of course! Surely you know he does kickboxing? Nowadays being with that domestic tournament, that guy also went out for that. Then, in the midst of the bout all of the sudden he leaps out, and tears them all up.
Naturally an uproar, fumbling however, already hotel baggage increases…damn it!"
As Rick was watching over them, he totally didn’t suspect the event of the matter.
Now what other problems could turn up…all hands used up over the fumbling, like taking the last hand, Rick and Dee Jay met at what came to be this shop.
With hope also extinguished he, already was gulping down the liquor.
That was that time.
The resounding guitar’s song suddenly, died out.
All at once the customers turn toward the stage and, a lowbred company of 5 to 6 people, step in to brush aside the stage’s bandman.
That private person, pulled out the amp’s electric cord.
“Again?..” the master muttered.
In a space of 2 months here, 3 days of opening came to be of company. For Kingston Beach’s sight-seeing guest party restaurants, they became the local mafia’s suitable income spots. Being impossible to hire bodyguards, there are high money robbings.
But still, beyond that matter isn’t a warped understanding, for in the vicinity of the shop reluctant guys are swallowed on requirements. As such the settlement is for safety, it is also to avert trouble. Yet, recently it’s become, a mysterious business for several turned shop interiors.
For “Lemony”, it’s such that their anti-compulsory demands now carried can be brushed aside. With song and laughter and appetizing liquor sold at this shop, acts of loitering by such unpolished company rightly die in vain.
"My bad, master! I’lll be quiet and have my favorite drink! For a guest request, naturally let us listen to youu! Gahahaha!"
Frightened guests surrounding the stage are driven away. That being the center, flashy violet charmed bad suited men, take seats with vulgar loud laughter.
The shop inside returns to quiet.
The master, for tonight, has decided in thought, to get the violet suited men to approach the counter.
“Sorry…take off! You bother everyone!”
"Hey, did you hear that?! We’re also guests, and still we have to get out! Let us slowly enjoy our alcohol okayy? In this shop, money wipes off responses dooesn’t it, everybody! Gahahaha!"
The huge body built company glared at the master. The master hid his eyes. A rapid fist assuming a form of endurance, Rick was seeing trouble.
That’s it, the police - he thought as he saw part of the counter’s interior telephone, he would show off with the headphones the party guys while he would grin and laugh.
“Mister Master!! This tone, likely makes for poor business! How about it!? Every night you agree to be bloodstained!! Hire us, the shop’s safe, business prospers! Don’t refuse our terms!”
"Hold it right there!"
That voice was heard from the counter. The sunglasses man.
Seeing that, Rick thought about exclaiming “yeah”. The show-off master was one and the same.
“What, bastard!” Having stopped the frivolous laugh since some time ago, the suited man dreadfully enlivened. The shades guy took off all his upper garments and stood up. Too much splendid muscle. No more than this agreed to cool his smile, the suited man pointed.
“You! I’m astonished!”
“Yeah!?”
"Tonight is a special night. It’s too silent here, boring."
For the sunglasses man, seeing the sides of the master and Rick, thumbs were raised.
"Master! Music, please!"
Rick aware of everything, the shades guy sent back the so-called signal. That thumb signal, was the dance starting sign. Rick went around the counter interior, putting in the power to the CD player. A giant noise shot through the shop.
"Don’t joke around! Hey, do it!!"
At the suited man’s signal his accomplices would spring upon the sunglasses man. Having waited out on declaring a facial expression, the sunglasses guy exclaimed. “Yahhhhhhhhhh!!”
That movement, was that of a dance. Stretching out his legs, his hands, one after another the men were removed with attacks as such, going to their defeat. Connected punches settled for the shin drum explosions.
The surrounding guests were totally excited.
One guest suddenly felt it.
"This tune being…‘Maximum’, he’s…Dee Jay!?"
The tune rose, approaching the last phrase. The hoodlums thoroughly defeated, the purple suited man became the only one left. Frightened the suited man admirably ran away.
"H…help mee!!"
At the last tune, Dee Jay’s uppercuts piled on each other.
"Dadadadadadadadadadahhhhhhhhhhh!!"
At the same time the suited formed man took off at full speed, the tune ended.
"Dee Jay! Dee Jay!"
Already completely the true colors were exposed. The Dee Jay call would rise. Rick came running up to Dee Jay.
“You were here, Dee Jay…”
"Yeah, here is my and your, ought-to-be commemorative meeting spot of course!“
Rick began to feel glad. For Dee Jay, my having gone northward cannot be understood. After all this guy, is my best pal!
C’mon…let’s go back. Everyone’s waiting. Even the fans are anxious.”
“Nah…sorry but I’m not returning.”
“Huh!? How come!?”
"I’ve been excited about another new inspiration. Surely it’s a new rhythm."
At hearing that Rick held his head. Again something fishy with this guy has begun!
“Don’t worry, I’ll return in time for the next concert tour! See ya!”
"H, hey! Wait! What are you going to do, about the next new tune recording!!"
Dee Jay was surrounded by guests flying over, from out the shop. Gold Pampul Open Sports tires squealing became more distant.
Rick slid into heartbreak, reaching to his knees.
The master to gamble on his voice.
"Yeah if it resounds, it’ll be one way or the other…I think, that’s the way it is right, Rick!"
To amass for his sake, finally Rick burst into tears.
“Deeeeeeee Jaaaaaaay!!!”
Whew:sweat: , hope I got everything I wanted to let out. Next time, Cammy and the last of the New Challengers accounts. Thanks for reading minna-san!:tup: 
