Hey guys, whats up? Once again I'm posting a new story and actually I've thought of this idea a year and a half ago. So, I could have written this story way before, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to. However, I decided to make it and so here it is. It's actually already a working progress, but since I already written the first four chapters in almost four months, I decided to post it. So here you go.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken or Namco at all in this story. They rightfully belong to their owners.
To Catch A Fox
Summary: Steve Fox is on the run again from the Mafia, and this time Christie runs along side with him. Will Steve stay as a fugitive or will he fight back?
Chapter One-They're back again
It's nighttime in downtown Tokyo, Japan, and the streets were quiet. Earlier today, the streets were filled with people because of the fights in the 6th King of the Iron Fist Tournament. But now night had fallen, and the tournament matches for today were over. There could be a couple of fights still going on, but its probably on the other side of Tokyo.
Inside a corner bar sat two friends: Steve the former British boxer champion, and Hwoarang the Tae Kwon Do fighter. The bar was nearly empty and there were only a few people inside, either drinking or watching a tournament fight on T.V.
The two friends came to this mini bar after Hwoarang was defeated by his arch-rival, Jin Kazama. Hwoarang didn't want to go alone, so he invited Steve to join him for some drinks. Steve wasn't much of a drinker, but he went along to keep Hwoarang company. As the two men sat there and drank their beverages, Hwoarang talked about his loss against Jin.
"I can't believe this," Hwoarang began and took a sip of his beer. "I've finally defeated him in the last tournament and all of sudden he defeats me once more. This is bullshit Steve."
Steve shook his head and downed the glass cup of beer he had left. "You're thinking like it's the end of the world; you'll get him next time."
"There may never be a next time!" Hwoarang banged his fist onto the wooden counter, and whistled over the bartender so can get a refill. The bartender poured another glass into Hwoarang's glass cup, he then took another shot and looked at Steve once more. "I've just lost my first fight and my next opponent is Jin's cracked up ass father, Kazyua. Losing one more match can cause me not to be in the elimination round."
"You're taking this tournament way too seriously my friend."
Hwoarang rolled his eyes at his friend, then called the bartender once more for another bottle, and the bartender came over and poured another glass for the Korean. Just as the bartender walked away, Hwoarang called him over again; he already drank his fifth glass already. The bartender had enough and just gave Hwoarang the whole bottle of beer.
"Just take the damn bottle, because we're closing soon," the bartender said, and went back to cleaning the counters.
"Whatever man," Hwoarang said as drank from the bottle of beer, and spoke again once he put it down. "And you're telling me I'm taking the tournament seriously. Wow, I never knew you were such a hypocrite Steve."
"Me a hypocrite? What the hell are you talking about Hwoarang, and would you please stop drinking from the bottle like that? You're acting like your heart's been broken by some slut."
Hwoarang looked as if he was already intoxicated, and Steve knew that the Korean would eventually pass out.
"Like...I fucking...said, you are a damn hypocrite. If this were a boxing match, I bet your British ass would be going through the same thing as me. I know how you boxers are after losing a match. One loss and then you guys have to do all that training to get back on top. It takes at least six months to get back in a ring for one fucking match. After you guys lose that match, same routine process all over again."
"We get paid for our matches Hwoarang." Steve retorted.
He felt a little angry about how Hwoarang was talking about boxing. Steve knew his friend had no clue about boxing. Sure it took them a while to get another match, but thats the exciting part about it. To Steve, boxing wasn't just about millions of dollars or the championships belts he won; it was about fighting the best and defeating the best. That was how he me made his name known. Steve was the main event back in boxing; his matches were the highest rating on pay-per-view television.
There was silence between the two friends. The sounds of the T.V, chats from other people and chairs being stacked up on the table could be heard.
"Hey, it's getting late and I'm about to head on out." Steve grabbed the bottle of beer that was next to him, he poured the last bit that was left in the bottle inside the glass and drank it.
"Hwoarang, did you hear me?"
"..."
Steve took a quick glanced at the Korean, he chuckled when he saw Hwoarang snoring silently, his head on the counter and the beer bottle still in hands.
Shaking his head, Steve dug into his back pocket, pulled out some money and put it on the counter.
"Hey! Tell his asshole he owes me!" Steve called out to the bartender and headed outside.
Stepping outside the bar, the boxer zipped up his leather white jacket; put his hands inside his pants and started walking back to the hotel.
As he walked back to the hotel, Steve thought about boxing. Boxing was his passion; it was the only thing he wanted to do in his life. Growing up, he used to get into a lot of fights because, he was always being mocked by other kids for being an orphan. Steve used that anger as an advantage during his boxing matching, and that was why he was so successful in the ring.
But now, since that incident happened with the mafia, Steve lost that love for boxing. He tried back into the ring, but the promoters said it would take him at least a year and half for him to get back. Even if he did get back into the ring, he wouldn't be the same old Steve Fox.
He feared if he ever stepped into the boxing ring again, that same incident could happen. He didn't want to live a life on the run anymore, afraid that he would never wake up and see the sun again. It was Steve's personal Great Depression, a depression caused, ironically, by his former passion, boxing.
Daydreaming, not paying attention where he was going, Steve bumped into a guy. "Oops, I'm sorry there buddy, here let me help you up." Steve offered his hand to the guy; the guy took Steve's hand and was pulled up.
Suddenly,Steve felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He slowly pulled himself back from the guy and leaned on the wall. He looked at his shoulder and saw a sharp knife sticking him in the shoulder. Blood slowly appear through his white leather jacket.
'What the hell? Why did this guy stab me?' Steve thought as he looked at the guy who had stabbed him. The man was smirking, and was dressed in an all black suit along with black shades.
"You thought you could escape us, huh?" The guy pulled out a black pistol and pointed at the British.
"Our business with you isn't done, and I'm here to finish the job."
"I thought you guys were arrested." Steve held his right shoulder, tried to get up, but the guy kicked him back down.
"Not all of us though. You can't arrest every single mafia member. We're all around, Fox." The guy smirked, the black pistol still in his hands.
"I've figured you guys would come back sooner or later."
"I'm happy to hear that. I'll make sure to tell the other guys that after I blow your brains out."
The guy in the black tuxedo pulled the trigger, and Steve instantly,dodged. He then pulled the knife out of his shoulder, wincing from the pain. And the knife in the palms of his hands, he threw the knife at the guys right knee.
"Ah shit!" The man yelled in pain and fell to the ground, trying to get the knife out of his knee.
Just as Steve was about to make a run for it, a black car pulled and out came two more guys in black.
'Damn it' Steve thought as he quickly ran down the alley. He hoped to make it back to the hotel where he could hide.
The two guys quickly came to their partners aid, who was still trying to get the knife out of his knee.
"Where'd he go?" His partner asked him.
"Down the alley! Help me get this knife out of me!" His partners took their guns out and ran down the alley chasing Steve. "Hey! Hey! Get back here and get this shit out of me!
Steve ran down the alley as fast as he could; he was only a few blocks away from the hotel. He then heard footsteps chasing after him, he turn his head a bit and saw the two guys running after him.
He figured the third guy, the one he stabbed in the knee, was still favoring that knee and that they didn't have time to wait for him.
They started firing their guns at Steve, the bullets hitting the brick walls and glass windows. Steve turned a corner,and he suddenly felt a sharp pain near his upper thigh. He stumbled,but still kept his balance. However, the wound caused him to limp significantly.
Turning his head once more, he saw them gaining on him. At this rate, they would catch him and kill him if he didn't think of something to slow them down.
Since they were running through the alley, there was bound to be garbage and other sorts of things he could use to slow the two guys down. Thus, Steve began knocking down garbage cans.
The men kept dodging and jumping over the falling garbage cans. One of the guys caught up to Steve and tackled him to the ground. He wrestled with the boxer, trying to keep him down.
"Shoot him now!" The guy wrestling with Steve said, and his partner took out the gun and aimed it at Steve.
Steve threw the guy that was on top wrestling with him off him towards his partner, causing both of them to fall on the ground.
He picked up a nearby brick, and hit one of guys with it on the head. The impact broke the brick in half and blood spilled from the guy's head.
His partner punched Steve in the face and then one more time with his left fist. The boxer fell back towards the brick wall and the guy kept punching him against the wall. He kneed Steve couple times in the stomach.
"Just to let you know has been, I'm a boxer myself. How great will this be when I tell the other guys I beat the oh-so-great Steve Fox." He punched Steve one more time in the face, blood slowly pouring from Steve's upper eye.
"Oh yeah," Steve spat out some blood "Well a word of advice, your punches have no effect on me. Now let me show you want a true punch feels like."
Angered by Steve's words, the guy swung another punch at Steve, but the former boxer saw that one coming and dodged. With one punch, blood erupted the guy's nose, knocking him unconscious.
"I better get out of here quick before the others come after me." Steve said to himself as he ran down the alley once more.
Steve finally made it to the hotel, but he felt weak and tired from the running and the wounds. A receptionist working that night at the desk saw Steve coming inside.
She gasped when she saw Steve covered in blood and limping slowly towards the elevator. "Oh my god, Mr. Fox, do you need help? Do you want me to call the paramedics?"
She came over to help him, but Steve told her he was fine and got inside the elevator.
As the doors shut, Steve leaned against the elevator walls, and he slowly slid down onto the floor, his blood was smearing the walls. Fatigue consumed the former British boxer, his eyes started to get heavy and he felt that he was going to faint soon. He barely escaped death, but it didn't mean he could escape again.
Steve had to get out of here immediately, even if it meant that he had to resign from the tournament. If the guy said they're all around looking for him, then they must be here in Tokyo. If they found him and came to this hotel, not only was he endangering himself, but others as well.
The elevator stopped on a floor and Steve figure it wasn't his floor since it stopped on the fifth floor. Steve slowly got up and stumbled out of the elevator, and used the walls as leverage. His eyes were weary, and he felt his body getting weaker by the minute.
The first door he saw, he knocked on it. Suddenly, his body gave in, and the British boxer collapsed to the ground face first. His eyes closed, and just before he went unconscious, he heard a door open and a woman's scream.
Like I said earlier guys, I already written four chapters so, I'll post the second one later.