Disclaimer: I do not own Eddie or Hwoarang or anybody,
Eddie Gordo put his shoes on and started to practice. Everything has happened so fast, he thought. he was out to get Jin Kazama. And the only way, was to enter the King of Iron Fist Tournament (A/N that's what it is called right?). He practiced some of his moves. Who would I be fighting next, he thought. He had already beaten most of his competitors. He was halfway into fighting against Jin.
"I have to win, for my father..." he said to himself.
* * * *
Hwoarang looked at his hands. They were beaten up and sore from the last fight. That damn dinosaur with the freaking shell, hurt me hard, he thought, no matter, just concentrate on what you want to do when you get to Jin. Think positive, think positive. He hated Jin Kazama, and he hated Mishima Style Fighting Karate. He thought about the guys back at the street. His gang. I miss them, he thought has he stood up.
Hwoarang practiced some kicks. Pushing himself, he kept on kicking, throwing, punching. "Move it, move it move it move it." Suddenly, he tripped causing him to fall hard on the floor. "I'm never going to win this way." So he just sit for a while. Then he got up and praticed some more. "I have to be relaxed...."
But I have to be quick, nimble, like my motorcycle... he smiled. That was the first time in weeks.
* * * *
Eddie looked at the paper. He would be fighting somebody called "Hwo.. Ha.. He..." he couldn't even pronounce his name. He might be easy... He rubbed his head. Eddie was tired. Ever since he escaped from prison, nothing has been the same. He thought about his father, his master back at jail... "I have to do it for them." he said aloud. He put on his shirt, and walked out of the door.
* * * *
Hwoarang looked at his sheet of paper. He couldn't read that well since he dropeed out of school, a few years back. "Eddie Gordo..." he had heard that name somewhere, he just couldn't remember where. He was ready. He put on his head band, and walked out the door.
* * * *
There was still an hour until the fight. Eddie sat and watied. He drank some water out of a canteen he had brought with him. Sudennly, a figure walked toward him. A Korean man, with gloves and a headband.
Hwoarang had saw the man drinking water and was going to ask for some because it was so hot. That was the first time they met.
"May I have some of that," Hwoarang asked. Eddie looked at him. He was pretty tall, and had muscles like him. "Help yourself."
"You're Eddie Gordo, aren't you." Hwoarang asked. "Yes, I am. And you must be Ha- something. I'm sorry. I can't pronounce your name."
"It's easy. It's like boomerang only instead of boomer, its Hwao. It's prounounced like Ha-wa-Rang. I've never talked to an opponent before." Hwoarang said wiping his mouth from the water bottle. "You're cool, I guess."
"I guess, we don't have to talk about the tournament." Eddie gazed up at the sky. The sun was high up, like it was a lightbulb in the celing.
"What are you here for? To win the tournament and get a trophy or what?" Hwoarang asked, just trying to make a good conversation.
They both talked about how they hated Jin Kazama and were here just to fight him. They became good friends and they talked about they're problems. Until the time came, when they were supposed to fight.
"I hope you avenge your father." Hwoarang says. "That doesn't mean that I'm going easy on you." They both smiled. "I'll be blowing you away brother." Eddie says in reply.
Then, 3,2,1, FIGHT!
A/N: I know. This was stupid. it was just something I thought up when I was bored. Hope you liked it anyway....
Eddie Gordo put his shoes on and started to practice. Everything has happened so fast, he thought. he was out to get Jin Kazama. And the only way, was to enter the King of Iron Fist Tournament (A/N that's what it is called right?). He practiced some of his moves. Who would I be fighting next, he thought. He had already beaten most of his competitors. He was halfway into fighting against Jin.
"I have to win, for my father..." he said to himself.
* * * *
Hwoarang looked at his hands. They were beaten up and sore from the last fight. That damn dinosaur with the freaking shell, hurt me hard, he thought, no matter, just concentrate on what you want to do when you get to Jin. Think positive, think positive. He hated Jin Kazama, and he hated Mishima Style Fighting Karate. He thought about the guys back at the street. His gang. I miss them, he thought has he stood up.
Hwoarang practiced some kicks. Pushing himself, he kept on kicking, throwing, punching. "Move it, move it move it move it." Suddenly, he tripped causing him to fall hard on the floor. "I'm never going to win this way." So he just sit for a while. Then he got up and praticed some more. "I have to be relaxed...."
But I have to be quick, nimble, like my motorcycle... he smiled. That was the first time in weeks.
* * * *
Eddie looked at the paper. He would be fighting somebody called "Hwo.. Ha.. He..." he couldn't even pronounce his name. He might be easy... He rubbed his head. Eddie was tired. Ever since he escaped from prison, nothing has been the same. He thought about his father, his master back at jail... "I have to do it for them." he said aloud. He put on his shirt, and walked out of the door.
* * * *
Hwoarang looked at his sheet of paper. He couldn't read that well since he dropeed out of school, a few years back. "Eddie Gordo..." he had heard that name somewhere, he just couldn't remember where. He was ready. He put on his head band, and walked out the door.
* * * *
There was still an hour until the fight. Eddie sat and watied. He drank some water out of a canteen he had brought with him. Sudennly, a figure walked toward him. A Korean man, with gloves and a headband.
Hwoarang had saw the man drinking water and was going to ask for some because it was so hot. That was the first time they met.
"May I have some of that," Hwoarang asked. Eddie looked at him. He was pretty tall, and had muscles like him. "Help yourself."
"You're Eddie Gordo, aren't you." Hwoarang asked. "Yes, I am. And you must be Ha- something. I'm sorry. I can't pronounce your name."
"It's easy. It's like boomerang only instead of boomer, its Hwao. It's prounounced like Ha-wa-Rang. I've never talked to an opponent before." Hwoarang said wiping his mouth from the water bottle. "You're cool, I guess."
"I guess, we don't have to talk about the tournament." Eddie gazed up at the sky. The sun was high up, like it was a lightbulb in the celing.
"What are you here for? To win the tournament and get a trophy or what?" Hwoarang asked, just trying to make a good conversation.
They both talked about how they hated Jin Kazama and were here just to fight him. They became good friends and they talked about they're problems. Until the time came, when they were supposed to fight.
"I hope you avenge your father." Hwoarang says. "That doesn't mean that I'm going easy on you." They both smiled. "I'll be blowing you away brother." Eddie says in reply.
Then, 3,2,1, FIGHT!
A/N: I know. This was stupid. it was just something I thought up when I was bored. Hope you liked it anyway....