Not long after the tournament, everything nearly returns to normal.
Hwoarang is looking back at what happened during the events of this tournament especially the fight between him and Eddy and how hwoarang got out of jail.
Flashback starts:
"Stupid pigs…" Hwoarang mumbled as he strode away from the Osaka Police Station, his anger still fuming. "That ignorant bastard back at the restaurant started the whole thing."
The young Korean's tussle with Eddy Gordo still had him angry, but he soon decided there was bigger fish to fry in this town, mainly and hwoarang thought about Baek Doo San. Baek had been a nag sometimes during the course of Hwoarang's training, but it was mostly an honor issue. Hwoarang knew he was good, but Baek knew some things in Tae Kwon Do that he still did not, and that would mean he could be better then he was now.
He hasn't turned out as well as he hoped so far. Three days of already being in Japan, and he already got arrested, he thought he was going to be able to hold out four days at least, ah well. He had enough money for bail, plus a call to the M.F.E was able to confirm he was a participant in the Iron Fist, therefore his status had increased somewhat, and was able to get off with a small fine and a warning. Watching his behavior would be important though, he only came here for two things and wasn't about to let them slip away from him so easily. The thought of defeating Jin Kazama like he should have a few weeks ago, was enough incentive for him to keep a low profile.
"Taxi!" Hwoarang called out to a passing cab, waving his arm out to get the driver's attention. It stopped near the curb of the Police Station, and the red-haired man stepped in. "Osaka Plaza Hotel," he told the driver.
"Right away," he replied while flinging a cigar butt out the window, and sped off.
"Yeah, make sure it's right away,"
After a few minutes, the driver looked in his rear view mirror, and squinted at his passenger, "Hey…aren't you that kid from Korea that's in the Iron Fist this year?" The cabbie was overweight, and had a slightly grizzled look about him.
"Yeah that's me professor," Hwoarang shot off sarcastically.
"Word is on the streets that Jin Kazama took out every one of your gang members, including you," he chuckled.
"Bullshit! I had him beat until my crew stopped the fight!" Hwoarang yelled in protest. How many people had heard about it? First some Chinese girl (ling xiaoyu) back in his hotel, and now some lowly cab driver?
"Not what I heard…"
"Yeah? Where did you hear this load of crap?"
"No where in particular, it's just what people are talking about on the street."
"Is that so? Well next time you hear anymore of this garbage, tell them that Hwoarang is gonna beat Jin Kazama one-on-one! And he won't be fighting anymore after I'm through with him! He's gonna have to eat his caviar through a tube!" He yelled once more, and laid back in his seat irritated.
"Oh, I'll be sure to pass it along."
A few more uneasy minutes of silence followed, until they arrived at the front doors of Osaka's most prestigious hotel. "2000 yen."
Hwoarang considered just leaving and not pay the man, but he remembered that it was unwise to get into anymore trouble with the law, that is until the tournament is over. He threw the driver the money, and left, slamming the door quite fiercely in his wake. He made his way through the lobby, and was just about to board an elevator when the Hotel manager came running up to him. "I'm glad I caught you sir, I've been instructed to tell any participants in the Iron Fist who stay here at the Plaza that you must report to the M.F.E head office at 8 PM tonight to receive you're fighting schedule for the tournament."
"Tonight?"
"Yes sir."
Hwoarang thought about this for a moment, "Is it anything special, or is it a just come and go deal?"
"Well, I've been told that Heihachi Mishima himself will be there along with his grandson."
"You're sure about that?"
"I received the call from the M.F.E directly, so it's safe to assume that they will be there."
Hwoarang smiled, "You know what? You've just made my day."
"Oh, thank you very much. I was just trying to be helpful because we here at the Plaza so enjoy…" when the manager looked up, Hwoarang had already disappeared into the awaiting elevator.
"…taking care of our guests…"
End of flashback.
Hwoarang also had to settle a score with Jin but anyways he was heading back to baek's dojo for more training.
A LOCKER ROOM ARENA IN SAN FRANSICO, U.S.A
"Faster," commanded a raspy, feline voice. Two large fans suspended in the ceiling of the locker room spun madly, creating a soothing wind among the sweaty bodies of the athletes inside. It was unusually dusty in the room, beams of sunlight uncovered the floating dust in the air, giving the entire chamber an almost surreal, majestic look.
Amidst all the costumed wrestlers, two people sat in the training equipment area one working out on a bench press, while the other one watched, occasionally barking out commands. Barking was loose sense of the word, more like hissing of a feral jaguar. Armor King watched as his pupil, King the second flexed his biceps as he got off the machine, sweat poured down every inched of his muscular body and he shook off the few drops from his furry head. King had a satisfied happy growl on his face.
"I need to hit the showers, and then I'm ready to rumble!" He shouted across the room, some other wrestlers yelled some encouragement for him.
"No," Armor King replied coldly.
"What? What do you mean no?"
"Get back on there and do some more," he said, even more frosty.
"I just spent an hour here! I gotta go wash up and then attend my match, it's for the U.S title you know."
"Hey Armor King, let the kid do what he wants," a passing wrestler commented as he walked by.
"You stay the hell out of this!" Armor King roared back.
"Why don't You come and make me, asshole!" He blared, throwing his towel on the floor and indicating with his fingers to come and get him.
Armor King smiled a catty smile and began to turn, "Aw, I don't want to mess with you and--" he began, but then suddenly rushed at the man with a vicious clothesline, slamming him down hard on his back, a snap sound as he hit. Other wrestlers ran over and helped the fallen athlete up, he was barely conscious, they gave Armor King incriminating looks and started to move in on him. "Any of you small-time punks want to start anything, you'll get the same as this garbage," he gestured to the man he had just floored. That put to rest any further argument from anyone else as they dragged the man out of the room, leaving Armor King and King the Second alone.
The younger fighter put his hand on his trainer's shoulder, "What's gotten into you?" He asked worried. "Nothings gotten into me, but you better sit yourself down
After a few minutes king finishes and asks Armor King "Now can I have my shower?"
"Yeah sure you can. Go wash up, I'll be waiting outside the entrance curtain."
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it, now hurry up," he answered back. King then ran off in the direction of the showers as Armor King made his way out of the locker room and into the waiting area where the wrestlers made their entrances.
Ten minutes later King rejoined his trainer just outside the curtain and awaited the announcement of their names. King had gotten into his blue tights and yellow boots, his normal fighting attire and his normal fighting spirit, he needed them all for every match, no matter how unimportant.
"And now the challenger. Accompanied by his trainer Armor King, from Meeeexico City, the Annnnnggggerrrr of Beast, KING THE SECOND!!" The arena went absolutely insane with screaming fans, thousands of them all behind King. Smoke rose in front of the curtain, colored lasers shot from the ceiling, sparks and fireworks went off as Armor King and King emerged from the dense smoke.
Loud rock and roll music with the occasional roar of a jaguar thumped heavily from speakers. King came in with a towel draped over his face and as he reached the ring, tossed it off him and front flipped into the squared circle.
Lights from cameras and the arena flashed into his eyes, the whole crowd cheering for him, so many lights they were almost blinding. He smiled, for the time being, this was his house, and nobody was going to take it away from him.
Match: King def. a Generic Masked Luchador to win the United States championship.
King enters the ring and attacks his opponent and brutalizes him until further notice.
Armor king signals the thumbs down and king nails the muscle buster to win the title.
Easy match, king celebrates as he wins.
Meanwhile, at the Mishima estate.
Jin kazama is having a nightmare as he dreams about what happened a few weeks ago between him and hwoarang.
AN ALLEY IN SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA.
"I really don't think this is a good idea man," a meek teenager said as he sneaked near the shoulder of his leader. But he didn't say a word, he pulled up the cut-off gloves he was wearing on his hands and stroked back some strands of his hair. "Look, the don't be stupid, if you don't win we'll lose everything!" That remark got the leader's attention, his head snapped back at his groupie and gave him a icy cold stare.
"But I will win, I've never lost yet have I?"
"Well, no but--"
"Then it's settled."
"Listen, we could just leave now and--"
"Stop being such a damn baby! Oh, he might beat us! Whaa! Boo hoo! If you can't hack the pressure, then you can't hack it in my gang!"
"Hey, whoa hold on now, let's not jump to conclusions okay? I'm with you, if this is what you want to do, then let's do it."
"There, was that so hard to admit?" The man said sarcastically as he turned towards his opponent down the narrow alley. He knew deep inside his arrogant mind that he was messing with some real players, a bunch of suited men who arrived an hour or so ago challenging their group with a single fighter. They had driven up in a white limousine and had brought out there soul contestant, a young man dressed in black training pants with flames flickering up one leg, and carried a cold demeanor about him.
The young man walked up to the leader and smiled, "I'm bored of defeating your lowlife fighters, let's hope you're at least a workout."
"Screw you! We'll see who has the last laugh!" The leader shouted back.
"Whatever really, may I have the honor of addressing the leader of this pathetic little group?"
A scowl on his face until he gave a answer, "Hwoarang," he said and gestured for the other to do the same.
"Jin Kazama,"
"It's not a pleasure."
"Likewise," Jin smirked back. They then backed themselves down the dark alley, graffiti was scrawled across the brick walls, and people looked out their windows and fire escapes to view the upcoming action. The locals were well aware of Hwoarang's street fights and they usually crowded around and cheered him on, even though his fights were usually rigged for him to win. Jin's bodyguards stayed at one end of the alley while Hwoarang's groupies stayed at the opposite side, the entire battleground was pretty narrow, just enough for them to maneuver in but it was pushing it. They circled each other for a moment or two, sizing each other up and looking for any breaks in either defense. Hwoarang's patience got the better of him however, when he didn't see an opportunity he had to make one for himself.
He sprang forward and whirled a leg around to catch Jin in the side, he coolly blocked it and immediately counter punched at Rang's chest, the blow knocked him backwards slightly but that just fueled the young man's anger even more. He ran at Jin again and kicked furiously in all directions, a tangle of limbs that shot at him at every angle which was near impossible to block. This was true, the last few strikes batted Jin's guard away and struck him at his shoulders and stomach, Rang then put on the pressure yet again, and punched at Jin's exposed head. The strike was caught and twisted over Jin's own shoulder and he yanked hard, flipping Rang over and slamming him against the pavement. He frowned when he didn't hear the crucial pop as he did so, but it looked like it hurt so he was pleased nonetheless.
Jin then leapt upwards and rocketed down preparing to attack on his downed opponent with an outstretched fist, but Hwoarang saw it coming, sprang back up and swung with a high roundhouse that knocked Jin from the air where he came to a tumble on the ground. He rolled back up and turned around sharply to face his enemy and smiled to himself, "Finally! I haven't had a good match in months!"
But Hwoarang had a very different view over the current situation, "Dammit! This guy is good, he doesn't even seem to be hurt from that roundhouse at all! I could lose everything if I don't beat him…but I will, I've defeated everyone else that I've come across so Far."
Hwoarang thought to himself angrily. He ran back at Jin once more, preparing for another attack. The crowd overhead and at the opposite ends of the alley cheered vigorously for the two to continue, to fighter faster and harder then they had ever before. As the young Taekwondo expert ran full steam ahead, Jin watched intently at him to see witch body part was going to twitch in such a way that it looked like it was going to be the part used to attack. Rang then dropped himself down and slid with his leg extended, to strike Jin and knock him down, he saw it just as it came and leapt straight up Hwoarang sliding right under as he did so. Jin landed back on his feet and delivered his own roundhouse, catching Rang in the face as he turned back around when he realized his assault had missed. The red-haired ruffian slammed against his back on the ground once more, his vision a tad blurry after the powerful blow he had suffered. Jin didn't want to risk jumping in the air to cause more damage, so he opted for a ground attack instead by splitting his legs and slamming one foot against Rang's body. But the wily man rolled away just as Jin's foot came down, and it crashed against the cement floor, spears of pain shot up his limb for a moment or two and soon died down but that gave Rang an opportunity.
As Jin sat there in the splits form trying to shake off effects of missing, Rang swung his entire body in mid-air to whip a foot right across his exposed face. The crowd cheered loudly again, the excitement of the fight was ringing off the walls left and right, the outcome would be truly epic. Jin saw the kick coming and grabbed Hwoarang's leg as it zipped by, Rang knew the counter for such a counter, he swung his other leg around to hit Jin in the back of his head. But Jin ducked THAT attack as well, released the leg he was holding and popped up with a rising uppercut that struck Hwoarang below his ribcage. He doubled over as the wind was knocked out of him and bent over holding his gut in agony, Jin raised himself up raised his leg upwards and chopped it down against Rang's neck. His face slammed against the cold floor, still gritting his teeth from the first attack. More cheers were heard, Hwoarang's gang members grew more worried by the second, this match could go either way, Jin winning or their leader winning, they supported the latter.
Hwoarang groggily got back up to see Jin standing there, holding out his hand and waving his fingers back and forth motioning for him to come and get him. Hwoarang growled angrily as he got his posture back together and stood up never taking his gaze off the young Kazama.
Jin wanted to finish this however, the match didn't seem to be going anywhere, and this man wasn't as skilled as he. Just then, Hwoarang sprinted in down the stretch of the alley screaming with fury, Jin knew if he blocked and countered at the right places there was no telling how long this could drag out.
He grabbed the red glove on his left arm and concentrated his power towards it, soon blue bolts of electricity pulsated around his fist and then he dashed low and spun around in circles. Hwoarang saw this, but couldn't recognize the attack but didn't care it seemed like a mistake so he kept on running to land his own offense.
They both closed in on each other as time went by, Hwoarang leapt into the air with a full jump-kick while Jin continually spun around, the bright blue sparks surrounding him. They then connected, Jin rocketed upwards into a full, spinning uppercut racking Hwoarang in the face, but his kick was fast and hammered Jin in his stomach and both flew backwards with incredible impact.
Jin tumbling along the ground and skidding to a stop and Hwoarang slamming into some of his gang members. When they both came to the realization that they had hit each other, they were ready to get up and continue, but Hwoarang's men held him back as he got up, not wanting him to continue the match any further.
"NO! Let me go! I'll kill him! I'll rip his god damn throat out!"
"Calm down man! Let it go, we don't want to lose any more money then we already have!" The man he had talked to earlier argued. He then turned to Jin and his suited cohorts, "We call the match a draw, you keep the money you've won but you don't get any more."
Jin smiled proudly at the gang, "This was about far more then mere money. My grandfather is a very powerful man, and he doesn't like low-life hoods such as you scamming people in street fights and causing a disruption. If we hear of any activities down here again, we'll be back."
Hwoarang spat viciously in anger: "Bring your old man down here too, so I can kick the living shit out of him as well!"
Still struggling against the grip of his own men.
"Unlikely. I do appreciate the large sum you generously gave me, so until next time boys." Jin waved sarcastically as he climbed back into his waiting Limo. It backed out of the alley and soon sped away, leaving the shattered group of street fighters in its wake.
Hwoarang's anger flushed out of him as well, and coolly tore away from the hold of his gang, and looked back at them with a venomous glare of accusation.
"Look Hwoarang, we had no choice. The match could have gone either way and we didn't want to risk anything," one of the members pleaded. Rang then shoved right threw the crowd and out of the alley without saying a word.
"H-hey w-where are you going?"
Hwoarang then turned around and said without emotion, "I've got to see Master Baek."
Nightmare continues….
Jin is outside an Ancient-Egyptian Temple.
Jin goes inside and reaches the middle of it and finds Ogre (in the blue tekken tag outfit) challenging him to a fight.
Jin beats the crap out of Ogre for the following minutes until, Ogre disappeared into the ruins.
Jin chased Ogre deeper into the ruins. A cold silence hung in the air.
"What is this place?"
Jin takes a second to glance over the place and he sees the posters of Ogre and remembers that he is in the same ancient ruins as the one at the end of the third iron fist tourney
Jin was attacked. The enemies, no longer human, were being controlled by the ruins themselves.
Jin wondered what he had destroyed. He felt the power of the ruins fade away.
Then the earth shook and Ogre appeared, much stronger than before..
Ogre went straight for the outside world. The devil inside Jin welled up, hungry for a fight. Then Ogre stopped.
Jin knew that Ogre was waiting for him, calling him to fight, to finish him off.
Jin, straining to control the devil, headed off for a final battle.
Jin summoned all his strength –and gathered his lightning (ki) - to defeat his opponent again.
Ogre and Jin have a Stare down until Jin kicks Ogre in the gut!
Ogre charges towards Jin only to get stone-headed, and then Jin picks up ogre and nails the double-face kick. (Ogre seems to have a death wish)
Jin grabs Ogre and nails the cross-face chicken wing and proceeds to electrocute Ogre mercilessly until it weakens.
With a deafening roar, Jin blasted Ogre with a corpse thrust, sending him blasting through the wall leaving a huge hole
As the ruins began to crumble, Jin knew that he had defeated him once again and has dealt with Ogre enough for a day and decides to head back to the Zaibatsu headquarters.
As Jin left the crumbling ruins, he was surrounded by hundreds of Combot robots. They came at him with everything they had.
The devil was hungry for a fight and took over Jin in an instant. Mass slaughter was about to ensue...
As Jin opened his eyes, his mind was comforted by a white light. The light protected him from the evil inside him. His mind was at peace.
This feeling...
Then Jin regained consciousness. The light slowly disappears as he floats into the sky.
After Jin takes a moment to gather his thoughts, he walks out of the temple exit/entry room (Heihachi's Tekken Tag Stage) stretched his black wings wide and flew into the night sky.
End of Nightmare.
The next morning kaz goes to the zaibatsu tower and meets Dr.Boskonvitch and discusses the creation of the jack robots.
And goes to the laboratory to see them.
"They seem to function well dr.b"
And leaves.
Later that night.
BOOOM!!
'SECURITY ALERT! SOMEONE HAS BROKEN INTO OUR LABS'
The alarm starts to go on. As the manji clan members lead by yoshimitsu enter the Zaibatsu building and wreak havoc.
The tekken force units come in and begin an all out brawl with the members as Yoshimitsu, Kunimitsu and a manji-squad rush from the scene and break into the security labs.
They search for dr.b and find him and escape the building. They signal their fellow members to retreat and luckily no one from the clan get injured as they escape.
BOOOM!!
'EMERGENCY! SOME ONE HAS BROKEN INTO OUR VAULT!'
The manji steal some money, infact loads of money from the zaibatsu and escape via the hover vehchile
As they escape, yoshimitsu throws a grenade on the gathering tekken forces saying
"Later Sucka's!!"