After "The King of Iron Fist Tournament Four", King fell into depression; he decided to spare Marduk's life, even though he wanted to kill him. After deciding to get his butt out of the leather recliner, he took a walk to the nearest bar. Even though it was a strip club, he didn't care. Before he left, he took his mask off in rage and tore it up.

"Why does my life have to be like this?" he said to him self as he tied his hair in a pony tail before entering the club. As he entered the bar, a man stopped him and asked for his ID. King stared at the man and gave him his driver's license. The man glanced at the picture and at King.

"Have a good time." The man said as he handed the card back. King took a seat near the bar and asked for some shots. Not taking interest in the half naked girls around him, the bartender asked why the long face. King just shrugged and the bartender went back to his business. After about four shots, King watched the girls perform their dances when one of the dancers caught his eye. She was wearing a skimpy, purple, leather dress with mesh stockings. She started to dance on the bar while the guys were giving tips and phone numbers to her. King just stared as if bored, and kept on drinking. While raising his beer to his lips, the dancer started to dance in front of him. Still taking no interest in the woman, King decided to start home, but someone grabbed his shoulder and pushed him down. It was her. Now practically sitting on him she spoke softly.

"Interested?" she asked as she spun his hair around her fingers. "I know I am…"

King just stared at her and took another sip of his beer and said:

"I'm not in the mood." He said as he pushed her off his lap, literally. He went to the other side of the club and to another tap.

"Frank, I'm done for the night." The woman told the bartender.

"Ok, Thanks for your services." He said as he went back to making drinks.

As the woman went to her dressing room, she wondered who that man was.

"Who does he think he is? Not interested in ME? I'll have a talk with him later." She thought to her self as she dressed. "I'll show him why he needs to be interested."

King was done for the night around 2:30 AM and went outside. As he stepped out onto the sidewalk, a man pushed King into an ally near the club. King tried to break free of the man's grip, but failed because of lack of coordination. The man punched King in the stomach and kicked him in the mouth. Fists flew from King, but they didn't hit their target at all. A roundhouse kick to the head sent King flying toward the dumpsters. Just then a woman's voice was heard and some struggling woke King up.

"Is it just me, or is she spinning on her head?" King thought to him self as he saw a blurry figure in the dim street light. He could see a man, dressed in all black, fall to the ground and a woman punching his face. She quickly stopped and turned her head toward King, who looked like crap without his mask.

"Are you ok?" she asked softly as he came to his aid. She was pressing her hands into his bruised chest, asking him again if he was ok.

"Ya just bruised. That's all." Really he was enjoying her touch.

"Oh thank goodness…" She said as she knelt down and punched him in the bruised pectoral. "How can ANYbody not find me attractive?" she asked him as she wrapped her hands around his neck. He was gasping for air but managed to say a couple of words.

"I'm… depressed…stop…chocking…me…please!" she let go of neck and thought for a second.

"I can change depression. All I need is a place to stay for a while." King looked shocked and thought for a minute.

When King opened the door to his apartment for the woman, she rolled her eyes and mumbled.

"Here, we go again." In a very annoyed tone.

"I'm Max." King made up a name because most everybody knew the famous "KING". He told her to make herself at home and went into his room. The woman did just that and jumped on the couch and turned on the big screen TV. The screen viewed some porno clip and she quickly changed the channel to some sitcom while thinking:

"What a bachelor."

Outside King's apartment was some guy watching the complex in search for a specific number on a door. He was in search of the man with a Jaguar mask. But all he saw was a man with long, curly hair and a hot looking woman with him. The man gave up his search and left.

The woman was reading the label of some kind of chip bag when she heard the shower start. Now was the time to find out who this guy was. Quietly, she slipped into the bathroom, while King was taking a long shower, and grabbed his old and dirty jeans. She brought them over to the couch and sat down with them. She opened his wallet and looked at the ten driver's licenses that were in there. Same picture of the guy, different names. She looked in the money section and found some loose change and quickly snatched it up. While putting the wallet back in the pocket of the jeans, she felt something else in the pocket and took it out. It was the patch that was used in identification for the King of Iron Fist Tournament 4. She looked at the name stamped at the bottom and she fell back into the couch with her mouth wide open.

"This is King! The same person that I fought with before he went into the final three. Only this is what he looks like without his mask?" she thought to her self as he looked at the bathroom door. The shower stopped and she quickly put the tag back in the pocket along with the wallet. She was holding the jeans up when…:

"It's not nice to look at other people's stuff without permission." He stared at her.

The woman looked away at the sight of the huge man in nothing but a towel covering below his waist.

"I'm s-s-sorry." She stuttered as King snatched the old jeans from her hands. "Wait!" she said as she grasped his wrist.

"What? Something wrong?" he asked as he looked about the room as if searching for a man with a gun.

"No… just…" the woman wasted no time. She stood in front of King and kissed him passionately. King stood in surprise and kissed her back. Her hands roaming all over his stomach. When his hands were rubbing her back, he dropped the towel and led her to his bed.

"I'm Christie, Christie Montiara." She told him as they slid under the covers of his bed. He shuttered at the name, but he was too drunk to care. Soon he got tired and fell into a quick sleep.