Hey people! This is my 3rd fic! Yippie Skippie! But I have bad news. Tekken Survivor has been put on hiatus. Why? ONLY 1 PERSON HAS VOTED FOR WHO THEY WANT OFF THE ISLAND! So until Tekken Survivor gets more votes, I've got a new action/adventure fic.

Here's some back-storyage. This is pretty much Steve's Tekken 4 story mode story, with more action of course. As y'all should know, I'm a Steve freakazoid so I know his story like the back of my hand. Let's get to chappy 1!

Chapter 1: The Fight---

The whirl of fist hitting a punching bag could be heard. Then the sound of a young British voice came pounding through the walls. Steve Fox was preparing for a world middleweight title defense.

Steve had a cocky smile on his face. He knew that this fight wasn't going to be much of a challenge. He met with his opponent in the press conference a few hours back, and had been watching his contender ship matches. He was quite large, slow with his punches. "Perfect opportunity to practice evasion and punch speed," thought Steve. Steve laced up the old gloves and rubbed on the mysterious scar on his arm.

He did not know the origin of the scar, nor who gave him the scar, but before every fight, he swore upon it that he would find it origins.

"Mr. Fox!" yelled an assistant. "There are some men here to see you!" Steve smiled that bit more. It was probably the press from one of those major sports channels.

"Let them in," Steve said slyly. His smile immediately turned to a frown.

It was the Mafia. They were the men who had been placing money on his fights ever since he won the belt. Steve hated them, but did business with them so they wouldn't do something crazy like put a price on his head or something.

"Hey Steve," said the leader of the Mafia in his usual fashion. "Here's how we want this fight to go down..."

"I know the usual, Steve, you better win this fight, we got a lot of money riding on you, stuff like that," said Steve cockily.

"Not exactly." said the Mafia leader. "We want you to blow the fight and the belt."

"Do what?" said Steve, shocked and surprised.

"Blow the fight," said the Mafia leader one more time. "Or else bad things will happen." The Mafia left on that note, leaving Steve in shock. Steve had never blown a fight before. But The Mafia would probably kill him if he didn't blow it. Steve thought for a second, then smiled.

"Screw the Mafia," said Steve quietly. "I've never blown a fight before, and I'm bloody sure as hell I'm not starting now."

Steve went out to the ring. The crowd was ear deafening. They were going nuts.

The announcers kicked on. "And coming down to the ring, the World Middleweight champion, hailing from the United Kingdom, the British Sensation, Steve Fox!"

Steve and his opponent met in the middle of the ring.

"Ok, you guys should know the rules," said the ref, "No hittin' below the belt, and when your opponent is down, don't hit 'em. OK, when I start the fight, come out swingin'!"

Steve and his opponent went to their corners.

"Ready, set, fight!" the ref bellowed.

Steve immediately ducked a wide left punch from the other man, and then weaved away from a right hook. Steve then ducked a right punch and saw his opening. Wham! Right Uppercut! Steve followed with a body punch, and then did his signature. Left hook, right hook, left hook, right hook, left hook, right hook, left hook, right hook, left hook. Steve saw the end in sight. Wham! The final right hook. His opponent crumpled to the ground. The count started.

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10. The fight was over.

---Meanwhile, with the Mafia---

"Well, boys, looks as if we got a new target." Said one of the Mafia men.

"Yep," said the Mafia leader. "Load your guns boys, we got a hit to make tonight."

The Mafia loaded their Magnum .357s,their Colt 40s, and their Deutsche M9Ks.

--- End of Chapter 1

That's it for this chappy! Hope y'all liked!

Next chappy: The Shootout.

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