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Last time on Tekken ball Z, the semi-finals began, first up, Shan and Pan. At first, Shan hesitated, but a few words soon ended that, and with some quick thinking, Shan took the victory. Then Jon and Asoka, devil and Saiyan, took one another on. At first, it seemed Jon was done for. Then, he lost control and slammed the girl into the ground. Luckily, Kazuya managed to snap him out of it before the final blow was struck. Now, only the two remain. Who will win and take the title of Junior champion? Find out now.
Friend meets foe. Demon and fire.
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Jon took up a stance, as did Shan. Their eye connected, neither blinking. "This is gonna be good." Paul grinned
"Sure is." Hwoarang agreed. "So, who do you think will win?"
"Hard to say." Law added. "Scorpion, how do you think it'll go?"
"Don't know. Don't care." The assassin replied, watching the jumbotron, which was showing random faces in the crowd, "So long as he puts up a decent fight. So long it's not a Lin Kuei slut he's fighting, that is."
"For the last time," Sub-Zero growled, "My daughter is not a-" The crowd roared, the males in particular, and drowned him out. Their group looked to the jumbotron. It had switched to Sub-Zero's eldest daughter, and in response, she jumped from her seat, and lifted her shirt. As it seemed, she didn't wear a bra today, making it all the more easy to…entertain the crowd. Bulla giggled, and the teenager rose to her feet, before Vegeta grabbed her arm and pulled her back down.
"Don't even think about it!" The Saiyan prince growled. Those in their group all looked to Sub-Zero, many scowling, and his head dropped in disgrace.
As the crowd settled, and Sub-Zero's daughter put her shirt back down and sat, attention shifted back to the ring. The two boys were both ready, standing in position. Jon in a classic Karate stance in which he would use traditional, Mishima, and Neartsu styles. Shan took his fathers Hapkido stance, the fighting style of his people.
"Begin!"
Jon advanced with speed, and as he closed in, Shan's fist collided with his face, before coming back again, and striking him a second time. Next, he kicked him. His leg came up, striking him in the chin, before bringing it back down on his head. Jon quickly blocked the leg with both arms, before pushing him away, and punching him in the torso. Shan growled as he flipped towards Jon, covering his feet in flames. Jon jumped back, and Shan landed where the boy was. The flames were extinguished, and he charged forward, slashing with his arms, keeping him far enough away to prevent an attack from getting through.
"Just look at their ferocity." The announcer cried, "It goes to show how much they want the title!"
A fist palm came at Jon's head, but he ducked and lunged in close. Quickly, as if on instinct, Shan wrapped a leg around one of Jon's, locking it. "This could get tricky. Jon is down a limb!" The younger of the two threw a fist straight at his opponent's head, but it was caught with a single hand, and held in place. Jon threw the other, but got the same result. The two stood there, struggling for power. After a several seconds, Shan managed to force his friend down onto the concrete, The boy rolled to the left, and with a back flip, jumped back onto his feet. The Shirai Ryu launched a stream of fire towards Jon, who evaded it by sidestepping. Shan tried repeatedly, but achieved nothing. Jon closed in, but was quickly kicked and sent rolling away. He jumped back up and charged again, rewarded by Shan summoning fire and launching it at the boy's feet. He jumped however, and soared, slamming his foot into his friend's chest, throwing him to the ground. He rolled back, carful not to go too close to the ring's ever approaching edge.
Both boys fixed their stances, looked each other in the eye…, and grinned.
"Having fun?" Jon asked.
"You bet." Shan replied. "Getting tired yet?"
"No way!"
"Me neither." Shan's eyes left his opponent, and went to the sidelines, to Pan. She was watching him eagerly, and as he looked to her, she mouthed something.
"Win!"
Under his mask, his grin grew bigger. She was routing for him. He shifted his gaze back to his opponent. There wasn't a chance he would disappoint her now.
"Just feel the tension. "I don't know about you folks, but I've got Goosebumps."
With a click of his fingers, Shan sent another stream of fire hurling towards Jon who evaded to the right. The ninja moved in slowly, but Jon would have none of that. He charged again, and in a relentless display, sent his fists flying at Shan. He blocked as best he could, but many attacks still got through his slowly crumbling defence. If he wanted any chance of victory, he needed to get Jon off him, and get back onto the offensive. With his right hand, he swiped his attacker's arms away, and with his other, he punched him in the eye so hard that it sent him back through the air with a little flip. Jin heard those around him gasp. Jay almost jumped out of her seat.
"One…two…three…four…five…six…seven."
Jon pushed himself up, the eye that was hit only half open. Obviously, it would swell up. He grinned. "Sorry to disappoint you, Shan, but I'm not going down!" He charged, swinging both fists at him. Shan grabbed them, but he was showing such a show of force, that the two were pushed to the edge of the ring. Shan put the brakes on as hard as he could. Both faces contorted as they tried their hardest to push the other back. "It looks like this'll be the end of this match if Shan get make up for lost ground." Shan swiped Jon's feet from underneath him, and lifted him above his head. "It looks like I was wrong. Now it seems that Shan will take the win."
"No you don't!" Jon's foot came down, and struck Shan hard in the throat. Gasping for air, he dropped the younger boy onto the concrete. The boy in question jumped to his feet and pushed his friend back out of the ring. He landed on the grass with a thud, gasping.
"A ring out!" The announcer cried. "Jon is the winner. Jon Kazama is the new Junior division champion, and wins the prize of ten-thousand Zeni!" The crowed roared with applause. Jon smiled and waved to them.
Shan stood, and looked back to Jon, before smiling. He walked away, towards Pan.
"Tough break." She said.
"I guess," he replied before looking back to his friend. "He deserved it more."
He crowed died down, "Thank you, thank you." The announcer said, "We will be taking a short intermission. We will begin again at one-thirty. Can those participating in the main event please come by the fighters area at least half an hour before the event begins, thank you."
The crowd began to stand from their seats and file out. Jin too stood, as did the rest of them.
"So, what should we do until then?" Lela questioned.
"Don't know about you guys, but I'm starving." Goku announced. "I'm gonna get something to eat."
"I'll go get the kids." Jun stated. "I'll meet you by the restaurant."
After lunch, they split up, and wandered the grounds, going from the stalls that were set up to sell souvenirs and food. Jin examined them all, but didn't find anything of particular interest. With him were Jay, his children, and his parents. His daughter, Jasmine, who he was carrying on his shoulders, looked down to him and asked, "Daddy, are you gonna be fighting?"
"Yes I am." He replied.
"What about Grandpa?"
"No." Jun answered, "Grandpa doesn't like these tournaments."
"Why?"
"Because they're boring, have limited space, and have a bunch of morons jeering at you."
"Hey guys!" Goku's voice called. Jin turned, seeing his friend, a half eaten hotdog in his hand. With him were Chi-Chi, Gohan, Videl, Pan, Goten, Asuka, and Asoka.
"Goku," he responded with a nod, "Having fun?"
"Yup." He replied, taking a bite of his hotdog. "So, had any luck finding-" Kazuya forced himself to cough. "Well, you know."
"No." Jin admitted. "It's like he just vanished."
"Who are you guys talking about, dad." Gohan asked.
"Just an old friend of mine." Jin quickly stated.
Goten leaned over to his brother. "Are they lying?"
"Yeah" he replied, both keeping their voices down, as Jin and Goku talked.
"Don't worry." Videl said, "If your father's hiding something, then it must be for good reasons." Gohan nodded.
Jin listened intently as Goku spoke about is training with Uub. That was until something far off in the distance caught his eye. He looked over Goku's shoulder to a man concealed in a cloak. It was black, with large thick purple flames raising, and thinning as it neared the top, like unnatural fires burning the land, an a black, starless night. The man extended his finger, and pointed it at Jin, raising his thumb to form a imaginary gun. He pulled it back, pretending to shoot. Jin's eyes narrowed. "Hey guys." His attention went to Gohan, and when he looked back, the cloaked figure was gone. "It's about time we head back." He said, looking at his watch.
Jin, Goku, Asuka, Gohan, and Goten said their goodbye's to their family and friends, before making their way back to the fighters area.
And so, the competitors march to forward, ready to take on whatever comes their way. But who was the man Jin saw? Was he a member of the elusive Latem Reppoc. Find out next time on Tekken ball Z.
Next time on Tekken ball Z. Jin and Hwoarang go head to head to settle their rivalry once and for all.
