Tekken 6
Luchador
Prologue
A look at Miguel's point of view before he entered the Iron Fist Tournament 6.
Miguel Caballero Rojo looked up the bright blue sky and sighed.
You should be in your honeymoon right now, he thought quietly. It has been a week since that tragic incident when jets had dropped devastating bombs down a church where a wedding was taking place. A wedding for his sister and fiancée. A supposedly joyful day ended up with anguish, hatred, sorrow and death. He ended up cradling his sister's lifeless body against his.
Miguel pinched his eyes shut and clenched his fists. He could feel another angry animalistic growl rising from his throat. Instead, he felt a trickle down his cheek. His solitary tear fell down the cold white marble stone. He looked sadly at the gravestone before him.
In loving memory of Maria Carmela Rojo
May 5, 1988 to October 20, 2009
A great friend, a loving sister and a beautiful daughter.
Te Queremos
He knelt down and touched the surface of the cold stone. He ran his fingers tenderly down the engraved words. At that moment he could not remember any time when he felt such deep sorrow and anger at the same time. He felt fire surge through his veins. He looked up once more at the sky and swore vengeance.
Putting his hand in his pocket he clutched his plane ticket. He bought this ticket with the last of the money he has acquired through fighting and gambling.
I'll get them back, he promised. I won't stop until I reach Jin Kazama. Turning his heel he proceeded towards the direction of the airport. He can't wait until he touches down to Japan and get revenge on the man who is in charge of the tournament. He will not stop until that man has stopped breathing and buried six feet under.
Just like his sister.