Tekken: The King of the Iron Fist Tournament
An Untold Story
To everyone that is about to read-
This my first fan fiction that I am submitting, hope you like it, I'm only 13…and forgive me if I do anything wrong, I don't know much about Tekken. Please send in your comments, suggestions, and reviews…It will really help me…
Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken
Chapter I: Awakening
At long last, it is finally over, I thought to myself as the cold crept up to my spine… as I looked around, there was no one, the place I have been was completely abandoned. How long has it been? I have stuck in this cryogenic chamber for too long I guess. Jun Kazama…I wonder what happened to her? It has been too long since I last seen my good friend, all I had in deep sleep was fantasy, an array of dreams never to come true.
It is cold, I have no clothes, I have been walking in this place for quite a while now, there is nothing here but trash, then I found a locker at the far end of that worn out room, I ran to it and opened it quickly, finding the old clothes I had during the tournament…I wore it on as soon as I found it.
A lot of memories, the last time entered a tournament… I was defeated at the 3rd match and was humiliated, that is never going to happen again.
I walked out of this empty building to find a newspaper wandering around with the wind, I picked it up...2005, has it really been that long…20 years, I have been too long in the chamber.
I remember that time, I was so depressed I had to do something out of desperation…in order to inject a gene that will overextend my fighting capability, I had to by cryogenically frozen for at least 10 years, and I can see that I did a little extension.
I continued reading the paper as something suddenly blew to my face… A little note saying, "The King of the Iron Fist tournament will be held in two weeks! All participants prepare!" at the bottom right was a little mark from the Mishima Corporation.
The King of the Iron Fist Tournament…Yoshimitsu, that bastard that nearly killed me, I have to join…I have to get revenge, and maybe Jun will be there.
At the bottom of the note was and address at Osaka, quite a long distance from Arizona…I had no money, and then I saw an ad at the paper…"No one can defeat the great Bosco! Want to try your luck at defeating him to win a chance for 10,000, then apply for a match now at reality wrestling entertainment center."
I had found a chance to earn money, and maybe to test this gene the doctor injected, I hope I didn't waste my 20 years for nothing.
The next day…
I'm finally here, It took me a long time to walk but I'm finally here, the area was filled with people, a few of them stared at me with weird expressions, as if they never saw a martial artist before… maybe there just staring at your old and out-of-date uniform, a thought flashed through my head, sure my suit looks like an old Halloween ninja costume but this is all that I have, besides, I like my ninja heritage, as well as learning nunjitsu and jujitsu, a combination I invented myself. I entered the poorly maintained building and found the registration desk; luckily no one was in line. I went to the lady behind the counter and asked for a match…
"Name please…"she asked
"Tony Shadowfox" I replied with confidence
"Cool name" she complimented "but I doubt you'll win."
She put my name on the paper, I was the only one scheduled for a match, and it seems that everyone is too scared to battle this Bosco-guy. I'll show him.
A few minutes later…
I entered the ring…everyone was chanting "Bosco…Bosco" over and over again…it was very irritating. At the other end of the ring was a large guy with super built muscles, I was sure it was Bosco. The match bell rung and he rushed to me and gave me a left hook, I was sent soaring through the air blood coming from my lip…I became angry, my anger suddenly boiled something inside of me, I had no feeling of pain, I was just becoming stronger. Bosco was laughing, but he stopped when I stood up as if nothing happened, the wound from my lip suddenly disappeared, and my sight turned to black and white, the color I could only see was Bosco's. He rushed to me and prepared for another strike, I caught his hand and gave him a quick strong punch at a pressure point near the stomach, he immediately fell down, tried to gasp for air. The crowd suddenly fell to silence as I walked out of the ring, I had won. I couldn't believe I took that guy out with one attack; but at the back of my head, my mind was thinking…
"Could this be the gene injected into my veins?"