Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken. Thank God I don't own Paul. (Why do we write these things?)
Paul was walking his date home because he didn't have a car (A/N: that loser).
"Lets take a cab." Paul said to his date. (A/N: He even makes HER hail down the taxi) Paul stood in front of Marshall's Dojo, checking his ugly reflection in the window. Suddenly the lights turned on and Marshall's crappy students could be seen practicing. Behind the students was a picture of Paul. The Paul in the picture looked constipated.
"Paul, hey Paul!" Paul's date called. Paul was too busy looking at the hideous picture of himself on the dojo wall.
[In Paul's garage]
Paul sat on his motorcycle revving the engine as loud as he could. He looked in his rearview mirror at his revolting reflection. The mirror shattered at the sight of Paul's face.
"Ain't my style." Paul muttered throwing his pink glasses on the floor. The door burst open.
"PAUL PHEONIX! How dare you throw those expensive glasses on the floor! Those cost me $200!" Mrs. Phoenix yelled.
"But mommy! Those glasses make me look gay!" Paul whined.
"You are gay son. And anyway, don't even think of riding your motorcycle without your glasses! You are as blind as a bat!" Mrs. Phoenix nagged, wagging her finger at Paul.
"But... mom!"
"Don't 'but mom' me! As long you live in my house, you will abide by my rules!" Mrs. Phoenix picked up Paul's cracked glasses.
"Look at them they are ruined! That money is coming out of your allowance young man! And for God's sakes! TURN OFF THAT DAMNED MOTORCYLE! You're going to wake the neighbors!" Mrs. Phoenix scolded.
"MOM! I'm a grown man! I am 48 years old." Paul moaned.
"Yet you still wet the bed..."
"Mom! SHHH! Don't tell the whole world!" Paul said looking around hoping that no one heard.
"Paul... get off that motorcycle and start cleaning your room! I went into it yesterday and I almost had a heart attack. THERE WERE DIRTY MAGAZINES UNDER YOUR BED!" Paul's mom yelled.
"I swear those are not mine! Billy from next door gave them to me!" Paul said, his face turning really red.
"Billy from next door is NINE YEARS OLD! Don't you lie to me Paul! You better have that room of yours cleaned in ten minutes or your grounded!" Paul started to cry.
"B-but mom! M-marshall doesn't have to clean his room. And Marshall's mother lets him stay up 'till 12!" Paul sobbed.
"I am not Marshall's mother! And you know that staying up late gives you nightmares!"
"I HATE YOU!" Paul yelled, tears streaming down his face.
"That's it! You're grounded for one whole month! No watching TV and no more seeing that Kazuya boy. He seems to be a bad influence on you." Paul's mother said once again wagging her finger.
"Kazuya was never my friend! He says I'm stupid and gay! I'm going to run away because no one likes me!" Paul blew his nose on his shirt. He jumped on his motorcycle and drove away, leaving his mother yelling in the garage.