A/N Decided to post this finally, will be away for the weekend in Pensacola! Updates happening on Sunday night or Monday! Stay Sweet readers have a nice weekend! Also updated the other two for Slender, and Bully Xover Smosh!
Part 1: Rex Dragon
Prologue
It didn't take very long for a fighter like me to catch on to the public eye. I went undefeated, been crowned champion, and beat legends in the MMA. This story will not be about that
career. You will not hear about my undefeated streak of 31-0, or about how I won a championship belt by beating another person undefeated, and you will not hear about my fights with
the likes of Chuck Liddell. This would only be the beginning of what was to come, and to be honest they are unlike what I have faced. To most people something like this was unrealistic,
something you would only hear about in video games, movies, or television. It was on the night of my fight with the Iceman himself, and I had just won the fight. Truly before any of the
MMA, I was a logical thinker, and to see fighters on the screen saying they were the best in the world was unrealistic. There are seven billion people on Earth, and truly you can say you
have fought and won every fight? After that fight I felt like them, and I went against a belief I held onto. I did feel like the best fighter in the world, and was I ever so wrong. I can't
guarantee that by the end of this story that I did survive the events to come. I am Rex Dragon, and I am a fighter.
Chapter 1: Conflicted Rivalries
I finally completed the battle with the Iceman and raised my hand in the air to show my victory. It wasn't the easiest fight to complete, but neither were the others. I never had my own
blood drawn in a fight, neither did I have bruises swell, and I sure as hell had never fought until one of us was ground meat. Other than the time I won the championship, but nothing as
intense as this battle. It took long enough and I did feel bad for us destroying each other, but he did ask to fight me since I was nothing but a newcomer to him, and he could destroy me
in round one. We fought until the last round, and I did it. In fights I always got such a weird feeling whenever I was downed, but I always came back and decimated my opponent, and a
lot of guys ended up in the hospital. Chuck was the only one I faced who didn't need it. I went backstage after my dumb speech I gave and went straight for my locker so I could get out
of there. I wasn't afraid of anyone, but I did want to just go home. I put on my street clothes, which consisted of a regular t-shirt, black jacket, and jeans. Most people wanted to wear
shorts after sweating blood for so long, but truly it did feel comfortable. They cleaned my cuts up and I was finally out the door. I opted to let my crew go out and have some fun while I
got a cab. I went out one of the back exits were rarely anybody went, but I was greeted from the shadows behind me. "If it isn't the best in the world. Admirable, but a pity." I turned
around to see a man leaning on the wall. If he wanted to fight I was ready for him, but judging by how he was dressed, I doubt he would want me to touch his clothes. "Pity? How
exactly was that a pity?" I asked the strange man. I could tell he was looking at me, but I couldn't see his full face because of how dark it was. I could see a smirk brewing in the
darkness. "A man with talents like that should not be wasted here." He said and me now realizing he had a far Eastern accent. "MMA? How exactly is that wasting it?" I asked as he
clicked his tongue. He finally stepped out of the shadows and approached me. I soon realized this was no ordinary person I encountered. He had two different eye colors, one was a
scary yellow, and the other may have been red. He had a scar across one of his eyes, and his hair was very duck tail-like. He had a professional suit on, and not even the presidents in
the industry wore stuff on this high class. "MMA is merely a stepping stone. I have a tournament where only the true best fighters are. A man like you should be there, but I have to
heed a warning, they are unlike any you have faced." This peaked my interest, and he could tell. "Is the money good?" I asked. "In a tournament like this, anything is possible." He said
plainly. I nodded as I saw a woman step from the shadows. It was odd that I hadn't seen her there, but I am guessing he would know I would be focused on him. She had a red dress
with a number of different Eastern designs on it. She had a slit in her long one-piece dress that draped across her legs, they had black stockings, and she finished it off with a pair of
heels. I looked up from her features and looked her in the face. She had her brown eyebrows raised in interest as she saw me stare her down. She had a nice face as well, curvaceous
lips that gave a sexy smirk, flawless skin, and her brown hair in a medium length bowl style. I soon realized she wasn't of any sort of Asian descent. "Mr. Mishima admires power, and
you have it. We want you to join the Iron Fist Tournament. A man such as you should be on his side, fighting, and enjoying every minute of destroying competitors by any means
necessary." The way she spoke left me in a daze, but I did enjoy fighting more than anybody. They must have done a lot of studying. "I don't know. What were your names again?" I
asked trying to be friendly. "This is Kazuya Mishima, and I am Anna Williams." The brunette told me. It was clear she was his arm candy, or translator. I never heard of either of them,
and Iron Fist sounded somewhat interesting. "Good to meet you, and I guess there is no need for me to tell you who I am. However, I do have one question, where is the contract?" I
asked. Anna started to laugh as Kazuya stepped forward. "There is no contract. You win or you lose. If you win you get what you want. The only thing we need is an entry fee." He said.
"Entry fee? How much do I have to pay?" I asked reluctantly, I didn't want to pay him to get in, and he should be paying me. Anna soon stepped forward. "You must prove your worth
with your skills, and not your wallet." Anna explained. "I would like for you to fight Ms. Williams." Kazuya said. "Wait I ain't fighting a woman. I don't believe in abusing women, and if
that is what the entry fee is for everybody then you should stop." He turned around and laughed. "All of the fight in you, and you won't have a spar with Anna? To win it all, you have to
pay the price." He explained. "Come on baby. I'll go easy on you." Anna said in a seductive tone. "Are you into that kind of shit? Can I fight somebody else?" I asked and before I could
say anything on my approach to Kazuya, Anna knocked me back with a kick to the abdomen. That was something new. I regained myself and got up. I brushed off the kick and looked
her in the eye, she had a somewhat sadistic look on her face, but I really didn't want to hurt her. "Lady I really don't want to hurt you." I said. "Don't fool yourself, I have handled much
worse than you, and trust me, you are not the first man I have beat." She said with confidence. Soon a bike crashing in front of us to whom we both jumped out of the way interrupted
us. I soon saw another female approach the brunette and start to fight her. This woman was dressed in a purple camouflage, skintight, one-piece, and somewhat skimpy outfit. She was
tall blonde, and extremely beautiful and it appears she was dangerous too. She and the brunette fought each other on the spot. "Nina, it's been a long time sister." Anna told her. Sister?
I could definitely see the sexy part of them being related, but they seemed so contrast. "Back off Anna, Jin wants this one." The blonde interrupted her. "Just because he knows a
relative of Jin doesn't give him full oversight." Anna said. I really had no idea what they were talking about at this point, but I soon heard a commotion behind me. I turned to see
another man had floored Kazuya. He looked strangely similar to Kazuya, minus the menacing features. It was somewhat strange how familiar he looked though, and I might have seen
him before. It wasn't long before Kazuya started to fight back and even in his suit he had a great composure. Soon the two fights were over and it ended up being a draw. Kazuya and
Anna retreated to wherever they came from, and Nina started to approach me. "Easy lady. What the hell is going on here?" I demanded. Instead the man who attacked Kazuya
approached me and spoke. "You're being invited to a tournament held by him. I will not let him to take you." He explained. I've heard of crazy fans, but this was getting ridiculous.
"Come with us. We will explain everything along the way." Nina told me. "On the way; where?" I asked. "We have to take you, and it is only fair." Nina told me simply. "I never agreed to
this." I said, but the man shoved me into the vehicle he had. "This is for your own safety." Nina said before blindfolding me.
