Dragon Warrior Vs. Iron Fist

By TMNTGuy

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any rights to Kung Fu Panda nor do I own the rights to Tekken. I'm doing this purely for enjoyment. I am trying to do my best with proof writing since I type fast. Sorry...

This also takes place AFTER KFP2. R&R. I really hope I get a little bit of both reviews, if you know what I mean. I also can't fit in all the characters from Tekken. I feel just lazy. Sorry about that too. I also just included my two favorite characters from KFP.

Ancient China.

Deep in the Valley of Peace, Po and Tigress had been training for something...something that could lead them to a different place. Somewhere far away.

"Man, this training sure gets rough," Po said exhaustedly. He had just finished sparring with Tigress who had just defeated her sparring partner.

"Look Po," Tigress said slightly frustrated. "If you're ever going to get into this tournament, you've got to keep up with me!"

"Hey it's not MY fault you're always victorious!"

"Come on. You're the Dragon Warrior!"

Po looked up. "Where IS this place we have to go to exactly?"

Tigress replied, "From what I know, it will take us around the world."

"Wow" Po said amazed. "I wonder what kind of fighters we'll see."

"They'll be no match for us, either way."

"Hey no doubt about it," Po shook his head in agreement. "I'm totally excited."

"Yeah, really…" Tigress stopped in her train of thought. "What's up, Tigress?" asked Po.

"I've got this strange feeling like we could be going to fight our first opponent anytime soon." Just then a mystic wind came about them. They both closed their eyes to keep the dust from getting into their eyes.

Then they had vanished without a trace.

Present day-New York City.

"Arrgh! Yah!" a man with brilliant yellow hair and white skin screamed as he slammed his fist down and thrusted it forward afterward. Number one, greatest in the world, Greatest in the UNIVERSE! He thought to himself.

"Man, when I win this tournament I'll show the whole world that nobody messes with Paul Phoenix!" He combed his hair and made it stick up with gel. Paul then left his home on his motorcycle wearing his favorite leather jacket.

In modern day Hong Kong, a man who had been troubled by finances was reading a flier. It read, "King of Iron Fist Tournament."

"But what will the prize be," he asked himself. "It would have to be a nice, big sum of money in order for the whole tournament to be so big."

"LAW," a voice came from the restaurant's kitchen he worked at. "Get back to work!"

"No," said Law defiantly. "I quit. I'm leaving for the Iron Fist Tournament. You guys can just take your stuff and shove it!" And with that he stormed out of the restaurant.

Off to tropical Brazil where a wiry Afro-Brazilian man had been practicing an unbelievable feat. He had stood on his hands and then back flipped. "My Capoeira skills have gotten better," he went on practicing and thinking to himself from time to time.

"Yo, Eddy," a friend said to him. Come play for a minute." His friends were playing volleyball on the beach. "I am playing, bro. This is my pastime. You guys should really try taking Capoeira sometime. You're all in good shape."

"You're letting this tournament get to you man," as he walked away frustrated.

"Damn," said Eddy.

In present-day Hong Kong again, an officer with a badge with the name L. Wulong looked through his files. He had heard of a gang leader who had been starting a whole tournament. This could be a trap to all those who enter, he said to himself. "I've got to find out who could possibly be behind this."

A woman dressed to kill (quite literally for she was an assassin) was preparing herself for quite a day. She had been practicing and perfecting her assassination techniques for the time and day she would meet her rival…her sister. She finds out she is entering the tournament. "This could be fun," she said with evil intent in her voice. "Anna will surely suffer," she laughed.

A long ways away, a man who was practicing kickboxing was in an alley and had just defeated a group of punks who thought they could make some easy money. Unfortunately for them, they didn't realize his power in his punches and kicks. He wore a black shirt and black and grey camouflage pants with a scar on his face. He laughed maniacally and walked away from the scene. "I don't have time for this crap," he said with frightening authority. "Get out of my way!"

In a whirl of wind Po and Tigress had appeared. They were somewhere in a human city on a very tall building.

This was the start of the Iron Fist Tournament.