At the fake Kings next match Armor King waited in the audience for him to come out and fight. He watched in embarrassment as the King imitator lost miserably, sneering at the thought of him ruining the true Kings good name.
After the match he stormed into the locker room. There was the fake King getting his things together. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" Armor King raged. He picked the wrestler up by his neck and slammed him into the lockers. "HOW DARE YOU BRING RUIN THE TRUE KINGS NAME? DO YOU MAKE A MOCKERY OF HIM?" The fake King looked into his eyes. He answered in a soft shameful whisper.
"I bring no intentions of ruin to King's name…only honor. I...I wanted to…keep his name alive…and the others at the orphanage…need the money badly."
Armor King withdrew his grasp upon the man's neck. "Who are you? And what do you mean by 'the others at the orphanage'? "
The man pulled off his mask to show him his true face. "Its me Armor…Do you remember who I am?"
Indeed he did.
He was Kings adoptive son.
Together they went back to the orphanage where he still stayed. Armor King could see that the children weren't as joyful as they were before. In the span of time that he had been gone, more children had arrived but the same ones there before were still there.
"We've spent most of what's left of Kings funding on the expansion of our facility, but with more kids coming in our need for food and clothing has raised, along with our water, electricity, and other bills." The young man said.
Armor said nothing as he stood there watching the children play. Several of the recognized him right off and came over to greet him.
"I only put on the mask when things started to get really bad." He continued. " Charity funds, benefits, food and clothing drives…they just weren't enough. I thought it would be the answer to our problems, but…I'm just not good enough."
Armor stood in silence for a moment, thinking. "I can make you good enough." He said suddenly.
Those words instantly caught the young man's attention.
Armor King turned to him and continued "But you will have to work for it."
"I'm willing to do anything."
Armor King nodded. "With time…I WILL make you…the next King."
The next six months were filled with nothing, but intense training. Guided and lead on by Armor King, King's heir was built to become a champion. He worked out all day for hours at a time, till either he or the equipment could no longer take be pushed. They sparred with one another until they were covered in one-another's blood. In his own mind burning for the honor of being the next King.
It was all finally rewarded the day that Armor King came to the orphanage carrying with him a large duffel bag. "You have improved remarkably." He said as he placed the bag down before him. "So I have decided to present to you these gifts for your labors."
King's son knelt down and opened the bag. Inside was a full wrestlers uniform and not just one, but two jaguar masks. One identical to the mask king used to wear and the other identical to the mask of Armor King. It even had the red scarred eye.
"You have proven yourself worthy of the masks of the Jagarandi. These are authentic masks of my tribe and their powers will prove most valuable in your matches."
The young man looked up at Armor King. "Does…does that mean..?"
Armor King smiled. "You have earned your title as the new King."
King's eyes were filled with tears but he held them back. This moment was a proud one for him and he felt an overwhelming sense of joy. But as he stared at the masks before him he grew curious.
"Armor…what happened that night when you and King left. What ever happened to king?"
Armor's smiled was wiped off instantly and he looked away.
"With time I shall tell you…but until that time comes…I cannot say."
Before the young King could say anything Armor bid him goodnight and walked out the door.
The new King took the world of wrestling by storm. His constant string of utter defeat had suddenly became overpowering success. His victories in the ring brought more than enough money to the orphanage with time. With Armor King always there at the side of the ring, he became as strong of a wrestler if not stronger then the previous King.
In his own mind however he still remained humble. He never let the power of the masks change him as it did when the original King first received his. He always considered himself as a shadow of the true King and in doing so, never became over confident or arrogant.
He soon made his way to the Slam Master Championship. There he was to face a wrestler who called himself the Rage. King was feeling pretty nervous. He never thought he would ever make it this far. He was sitting in the locker room shaking with anxiety.
He felt a hand fall on his shoulder and looked up to see Armor standing beside him.
Armor looked down at him "Don't be nervous kid. Today you can finally prove to them that you have what it takes."
King nodded, "I hope so."
"I know so."
King felt a gain of confidence as he neared entering the arena. The crowd was cheering him on and beckoning for his arrival. He had a long white cape draped over his shoulders, which flowed behind him as he walked towards the arena doors. Slowly his walk grew into a trot, which became a jog, then finally a full out rush. He burst out through the doors into the deafening arena and threw off his cape.
"I AM …THE KING!!!!!"
The crowd roared with excitement as he marched proudly to the ring. The Rage waited in his corner, grinning slightly. He donned a red and black mask, blue speedos, and black boots. "Prepare yourself…your about to get dethroned."
The bell sounded and the two circled one another. King looked at his opponent, sizing him up for his next move. By the ring Armor King stood watching silently.
'If he wins…I know he will be prepared…I'll know...it is time.'
The Rage charged forward towards him and at the last moment he dodged the attack, spun around, and shoved him forward the ropes. Upon hitting them he was launched back to him right into a clothesline. The Rage fell back on the mat holding his neck in agony.
King grinned then looked over to Armor who stood beside the ring. He said nothing but gave a thumbs down…'Take him out'. King walked over to his opponent as he struggled to get up. He picked him up around his waist and lifted him up into the air. He leapt into the air and dropped him as he came back down…his Powerbomb knocked The Rage unconscious. The referee came in to count out as King circled around him awaiting him should he rise again. "One...two...three!" King was named the Slam Master Champion.
King lifted his belt into the air in victory and looked over to Armor King's corner of the ring…it was empty…he was gone. King scanned the arena but didn't see Armor King anywhere. He lowered his hand then dropped his belt where he stood. Suddenly he dashed out of the ring, leaping over the ropes, and charging out of the arena.
He ran down the hallway towards the locker room and shoved open the door.
"Armor?"
Armor King sat there on a stool, staring silently at his feet. His mask was set upon the table beside him and his dark hair fell mid-length of his face. King rarely ever seen Armor king without his mask and was feeling slightly disturbed. He walked over to him.
"Armor, what is it?"
"…Your fight…I remember…Your match was almost identical to that of the first King." He turned to look at him, showing his scarred eye. "His very first match."
King looked at him. "I thought you hadn't met him till he was a famous fighter."
Armor smirked. "We met long before that. And I followed him to every fight. Watching his moves…studying his techniques…sizing him up for our first battle…our first 'official' battle."
King was taken aback. "Just how did you meet him anyway."
Armor King proceeded to tell him about their first meeting, leaving King at a loss for words.
"Yeah he gave me this scar, but I got over it and he became the only real friend I ever knew."
There was a long silence before Armor spoke again.
"It is time that I told you what happened that last day I saw your father alive."
King stood before him then knelt down. "I'm listening."
Armor King nodded.
"We were searching for the demon known as Ogre. He was an ancient demi-god of war built to fight and feed off the souls of those it defeated. He killed one of the former fighters of the Iron Fist Tournament…a woman known as Jun Kazuma. She was a beautiful young lady, with a heart of gold. She didn't deserve to die. "
Armor Kings fists tightened with his words.
"King and I were set out on avenging her death, but as we went out in search of Ogre, he turned and knocked me unconscious…that stupid bastard…"
Kings eyes grew wide with curiosity as Armor went on.
"By the time I woke up he had gone already. I searched everywhere until I saw an explosion in the distance." His eyes started to overflow with tears. "I..I..rushed over to help him, but…I was too late. He passed away in my arms. He was killed by that demon, Ogre. Forgive me…I couldn't save him…"
Kings eyes grew cold. His heart was filled with a raging hate.
"I vow…to destroy that monster…I will avenge my fathers death."
When word came that Ogre would be attending the next Iron Fist Tournament, King jumped at it. He would show no mercy to the creature that killed two of the world's most noble people.
His daily training grew longer and more intense than ever. His fighting style became more vicious. He wanted to win so he may be the one to spill the blood of ogre. All the while Armor grew worried for the over him. Was he truly ready…or would he meet the same fate as his father?
The day came when he finally shipped out to fight each contestant in the Iron Fist Tournament. He was burning with an unquenchable rage.
Every fight he battled as if he were fighting Ogre himself. He ripped through the tournament like it was a stick of butter and he were the hot knife.
One stop he made was an urban area in America. He was to meet one of the original Kings old rivals.
The fellow walked over to them and Armor King recognized him immediately.
"Hello again Paul. I see you've bulked up some since the last I've seen you."
Paul grinned "Yup, but my hair is just as good as lookin' as it always was."
King rolled his eyes. "That's not really sayin' much there pal."
Paul looked over to him. "So, you must be the new King. Sorry to hear what happened to him. He was a good fighter."
"Lets not talk about it. I'm here to fight not chat."
Paul shrugged, "Fine, just trying to be nice. Oh well."
They bout took their positions and went into a fighting stance.
"Ready?" Paul asked. King nodded. "Go!"
King took a step back and kicked Paul full on. It was his Convict Kick. Paul rolled back a bit of the way then got back up to his feet, only to see King rushing towards him and tackling him down. He knelt down over him and started to beat him mercilessly with his fists, and Paul pushed him off. King stood there awaiting his next move and Paul reached back. His fist started to glow with a bright flame and he launched it out hitting King, square in the chest.
King flew back from the force of the hit and landed on his back. As Paul charged towards him he got up, side stepped his attack, then threw his fist out, bashing him in the temple. King then walked over and got a good grip on Paul's feet, then spun around several times and let go. Paul's body flew over and hit a wall.
"Damn that smarts." He said as he got back up then ran over to King and done a back flip, kicking him in the jaw with his flaming boots. King fell back and panted heavily. He was good and very stubborn. Paul stood before him in a defensive position. King rose back up then done a front flip, getting his knees on Paul's shoulder's, then with surprising speed he flipped back and brought Paul with him. King landed down upon his stomach and slammed Paul down on the ground with him.
"…owwwww!" Said Paul as he rolled over on his back. "Okay I'm done you win."
King grinned. "Sorry bout roughing you up so bad, I just want to win."
"Yeah yeah whatever. I guess I really didn't want to fight against ogre anyway. Now get outta here before I change my mind and kick your ass."
King faced many challengers of several different backgrounds. They each seemed to want a piece of either Ogre or Heichachi himself. But not as badly as one of the people King met in the tournament.
King entered the dojo with Armor king right behind him. The walls of the room were decorated with pictures of dragons and tigers. It was quite decorative. Before them entered a young man with jet-black hair slicked back to a point. His eyebrows were thick and gave him a naturally scowling expression. He wore a pair of red sparring gloves and his pants were black 'cept for a blaze of fire the decorated the right pant leg. He also had a scar-like tattoo upon his left arm of some foreign symbol.
"You must be King." Said the young man.
"Yes, that's me. And you are?"
"I am Jin. It is I who shall be facing you today. "
King could feel his anxiousness to fight. "Fine, let's make this quick and to the point."
Jin nodded. "That is exactly how I intended it to be." He took his fighting stance. "I just hope you wont take your defeat personally."
"It is not I who shall be facing defeat my friend."
"Well then lets do this and see who is right"
"Ready, FIGHT!"
Just as King stepped forward to grapple him, Jin sidestepped and sent him into the air with a strong uppercut (Toothfairy). King rolled over to the side as he hit the ground, then stands to his feet then turns around to face away from his opponent. Jin rushed over to take advantage of the situation, but is surprised when King leaps up and does an incomplete back flip. He lands on top of Jin, sending him to the floor. Each rolls away from the other and gets upon their feet.
The intensity on King's face is a mirror to Jin's. They were both fighting for an equal cause, though neither truly knew it.
Suddenly Jin rushed towards King and socked him hard and fast in the sternum. The force of the blow sent King flying back making his landing a most painful one as the friction made floor burns upon his back. King started to get up but as he rose he saw Jin approach him again. He was glowing with a blue electricity and he started to spin on one knee. As Jin launched himself into the air he sent King flying back once more.
This time King wasn't getting up.
Armor King looked over at him. "Get up, you cant lose like this."
"I..I don't know if I can."
"I do. And so does you father…now..GET UP!"
King struggled to his feet using the little energy he had. 'He's right. My fathers honor is at stake. I can't let his death go unavenged.'
Jin looked at him dubiously. "What is the point in going on? Do you really think you can defeat me in your current state?"
King heaved with fatigue. "I don't know…but I can try."
Jin nodded. "As you wish…But I'm not gonna lighten up just because your too stubborn to give up."
King lowered his head. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Again Jin ran over to give him another strong uppercut but was instead met with a convict kick. As he stumbled back, King knelt down and leapt out towards him like a wild Jaguar. Tackling him down to the ground, he got up to his feet and leapt back to avoid a low kick to the shin. Jin rolled back away from his opponent and rose to his feet.
"So you do have a bit of fight left in you."
King glared at him. "Never second guess my abilities."
Suddenly he rushed out quickly to Jin. Instinctively Jin blocked for a mid hit but was met by a series of crouching kicks. He knelt over stunned momentarily by the pain and King stood up to grapple him once again. He rolled out of his grip and punched him in the gut. King stumbled back and held his stomach as he gasped for breath.
Jin frowned. "Looks like we're nearing the end King."
He knelt down and started to glow again. His body was coursing with an electrifying energy and he started to spin closer and closer to his opponent. Soon he neared his target and prepared to give him one last sock, but what he didn't notice was king step over to the side. As Jin neared the end of his spin King leaned back. Jin leaped into the air and was surprised when King let out a strong punch in his side.
Jins body flew over to the side and hit the ground hard. Armor King walked over to him as King sat upon the ground to catch his breath. He looked over to his companion and saw that it looked like he was talking to him. Armor King looked over to King for a moment then looked back down to Jin. He told him something then got up and walked over to King.
"Let's go, we have many battles yet to be fought."
Though quite curious as to what Armor King and Jin discussed, King knew it was best if he didn't ask.
Battle upon battle King became victorious. Some he had barely gotten by with the skin of his teeth but most he defeated with no trouble at all. And finally his hard work had come with the chance to seek vengeance upon the notorious monster, Ogre.
King entered the arena nervously awaiting Ogres arrival. It had all led up to this final moment…the moment that king was hoping would finally arrive…the chance to destroy his fathers killer. As he steps forth into the ring he notices his hand is trembling. A drop of sweat falls from his brow as he anticipates the arrival of the evil he is to face.
'Oh God, give me strength. Father I hope you are watching.'
His muscles start to twitch with anticipation. He is completely oblivious to the mad roaring crowd surrounding him. All that he feels is the evil approaching the ring and the longing for its blood to paint the mat.
As the attempts to wipe the sweat from his face he remembers that the mask is still covering it and pulls his hand away. The mask was a part of him now and to remove it to simply wipe his brow would be foolish at a time like this. As his opponent enters the arena, his eyes widen and his stomach starts to knot. Never had he been so afraid in the ring.
'Oh GOD! It's him...' Then his fear turns to anger, then fury. As the demi god of war, Ogre, steps forth into the ring, his eyes narrow. "...Murderer!" he whispers. Ogre looks about the arena with a most displeased look upon his face.
"No…I will not fight you here."
King looks at him in shock.
"What? Why not?"
"It doesn't suit my needs…I wish to hold this battle elsewhere." He then smiles cunningly at his masked opponent. "And if you wish to fight me as badly as I know you do, you will meet me in a secret location where we may settle this alone."
King senses a trap but feels that the demon leaves him little choice. His thirst for revenge is far too great to turn him down.
"How will I find you?"
Ogre gives him a pleased smirk, then throws a map down to his feet.
"Meet me there at the time I specified…do not disappoint me as your father did."
The crowd starts to boo and yell as the hulking giant leaves the ring and walks out of the arena. Kings eyes never turn away from Ogre. His hateful glare stays upon him until he is no longer in sight. It is then that King reaches down and picks up the map. He turns to Armor King.
"Let's go. We shall prepare for the true battle."
As written on the map King and Armor King took a plane to Central America. They were to meet him in a temple deep within the lower portion of its rain forest. Armor King rents a small SUV and they set out to find the ruins which Ogre set out to be the grounds of their final match.
As they drive along the dirt road, King wonders just what it was that Ogre had in store for him. He knew he was up to something but couldn't figure out just what. He stares out into the deep vegetation, watching tree after tree roll by. Peering back from the brush he spied a large Jaguar that looked almost identical to the mask he wore upon his face. It doesn't move or even blink as King looks on at it, fascinated with the creature. As they keep on driving leaving the jungle cat behind, it pulls back its lips and bares its long ivory fangs. King could almost swear that he hears the animal whisper…"beware."
A little while later, as they start nearing the temple, King notices what seemed to be a wrecked campsite.
"It looks like someone was here before we were."
Armor looks over and nods. "This was an excavation site. Mishima's Tekken Force was digging around here searching for something when they uncovered Ogre. The poor unlucky bastards."
King frowns slightly then got out of the vehicle. Many items are tossed about and broken and there are many old bloodstains upon the ground and equipment. It gives him a horrid feeling. Armor king looks at his watch.
"We have about a half hour before he shows up."
King says nothing for a while, then turns to Armor, with a straightforward look in his eyes.
"I want you to leave."
Armor King looks up at him slightly confused.
"If I should lose this battle, I want you to not be here." King continues. "That way you wont be in harms way. Someone needs to be able to look after the kids if I should fail."
Armor King starts to grip a tight fist. He didn't like the idea of leaving King behind. It cut him deeply that he wasn't there for the first King when Ogre confronted him…and should the same fate happen upon this King…
King could feel Armor Kings concern and put a hand on his shoulder.
"You shouldn't fear for my well being friend. I was taught by one of the best, so I know I'll come out ahead."
Kings confidence and determination gives Armor a little more relief. With a light grudge Armor nodded to his student and friend.
"Just be sure to take care of yourself."
"I will. I'm fighting to make you and my father proud."
Armor King grins. "I'm sure we both already are. Now go in there and kick some ass."
As King enters the temple itself, he hears shuffling noises. There was someone inside already. He creeps up slowly to get a look at who it was. He sees a large green muscular figure standing in the middle of what seemed to be a ceremonial chamber. It was Ogre. His back is turned towards King and he is totally still, as though he is in some sort of meditation.
"Ahh you are early!" He then says out to King, startling the masked warrior terribly. "Good, that means we should be able to start the fight sooner, yes?"
King looks at the hulking demon coldly.
"The sooner I get to kill you."
Ogre turns his face slightly towards King and smirks mockingly. A smirk that King wishes to rip from his cursed lips.
"Well if you fight half as badly as your father did…I doubt that possible."
King can feel his blood start to boil within his veins as he starts to snarl a most inhuman growl. Ogre, with his back still towards King, crosses his arms showing no sigh of fear towards his opponent's beastly behavior.
"Do wish to fight now? Or do you need a moment to prepare?"
King tries to hold down his anger so his fury doesn't lead him to fight blind.
"Lets do this now!"
Ogre leaps into the air and hovers for a moment. He turns himself around completely then lands just a few feet in front of King.
"Fine, just say the word and we shall begin."
King stands in a ready position, looking warily at the large war god before him.
'Lord…father…look over me.' He thought.
"Ready…" his own words seem to echo in his ears as though another person was saying them. He knew that this was the final battle…this one was for keeps.
"…FIGHT!"
As King fought inside of the temple itself Armor King sat in the drivers side of the SUV. He sighed heavily as he looked back to the back seat of the vehicle.
"He wont like this at all…but, I know it is right…and he's gonna need as much help as he can get."
Inside the temple, the two warriors fought one another, in a ferocity that was almost in human. The exchanged blows that seemed they would knock a regular man into a coma.
Ogre took pleasure with every hit "Yes, that's it. Show me your true power. How I have yearned for a powerful soul worthy of my consumption."
King glares at him in disgust. "You won't be feasting upon my soul, demon. Nor those of any other mortal being."
King leaps out at him but is met with powerful lunging kick in the sternum (the Foot Bazooka). The pure force of the kick nearly shatters his ribcage and sends him flying back away from his opponent. King gasps and heaves for the air that had escaped him from the blow and as he slowly attempts to get up he sees that ogre had already charged towards him. Ogre plows over King stomping him square in the abdomen as he does so.
King rolls onto his stomach and snarls in pain. Splashes of blood fall upon the temple floor as King coughs to open his lungs. As he does so he can hear Ogre's taunting laugh echo through out the structure.
"Come now, little kitty cat, will you not humor me further before I take your life force? Or have you already taken as much as you can stand?"
Tears build in Kings eyes as he thinks about failing his father and those who have been mutilated by the evil before him. Was he to fall victim, to Ogre's powers as well?
"…I won't…give up…. I can't…give up." He panted heavily as his rage pulls him to his feet.
Ogre smiles. "Excellent…then come at me."
King slowly starts to trot towards him then quickly gains speed. Ogre blocks for a high attack but is taken aback when King starts to perform his Stagger Kicks. Kneeling to the ground, King repeatedly kicks him in the shins, doubling the hulking brute over and giving him a chance to grapple onto him. He puts ogres arm over his shoulder and wraps his other arm around his waist, then falls back into a Reverse DDT. It was a move that when King and Ogre fell backwards, it was Ogres head and neck that absorbed the fall.
Ogre sprawls back onto the floor and King grabs a good hold of his huge legs.
"Time to take out the garbage." Say's King as he starts to turn around and around. King spins faster and faster, holding onto Ogres legs the whole while. It was a move that could be compared to Mario spinning Bowser around by his tail in Mario 64. Finally, with a giant heave, King flings Ogres body across the room slamming it into on of the temple pillars. The pillar collapses upon itself from the weight of the giant, leaving Ogre under a pile of dust and stone rubble.
King pants loudly and smirks a triumphant grin. "*gasp* ..Lets…see you….get outta...*puff*…. that one…*gasp*"
Suddenly the pile of broken stone starts to shift and King takes a step back.
"….shit…"
Ogre rises up from the debris and dusts off his arms.
"…Yes…I see I have underestimated you…fortunately, for me, I have come prepared for such 'inconveniences' as this."
King feels a slight chill come over him as he watches Ogre step into the shadows and bring forth…Heihachi?
"I took the effort of bringing sir Mishima along. I know he would have hated to have missed such an event as this."
Suddenly Ogre lifts Heihachi's unconscious body into the air and is enveloped in a bright, overpowering glow of light.
King shields his eyes to keep from being blinded. When the light subsides, that which stands before King is a terrible sight. Ogre was no longer the green humanoid he once was, but a deformed beast with the legs of a bird, the wings of a dragon, and horns over two feet long upon his head. His arm itself was totally replaced by a live serpent, which ran the length of his body and formed his tail.
The monster then raises up its huge claw and serpent skyward and roars loudly, "BEHOLD, HUMAN, MY TRUE AND ULTIMATE FORM! FEEL HONOR IN KNOWING YOU ARE THE FIRST TO WITNESS MY GLORIOUS POWER!"
King feels a knot grow within his stomach. "I knew it…you couldn't win the fair way so you held an ace in your sleeve...you treacherous dog!"
"If you are afraid, then you may walk away from the battle." Said Ogre, as he turns away from his masked opponent. His eyes narrow with a slight hint of deviousness. "I am sure your father won't hold it against you…"
King tenses up with anger as the beast continues to taunt him. "…Nor will your Armored friend…but what about those hundreds of other people that I will massacre in my quest to become the ultimate power?" Ogre turns his enormous head slightly, to notion that he was indeed talking to King.
"I'm not so sure that they will forgive you so easily."
King roared out like an angry jungle cat. "ENOUGH! I will fight you, demon! I shall make sure that you never bring pain and heartbreak to anyone ever again!"
Ogre turns to face him completely. "We shall see."
Suddenly, without any warning, Ogre leaps into the air and blows a scorching blast of flame towards King. King dives out of the path of the flames.
King looks over at the beast in astonishment. "What the hell? Where did that come from?" The fangs of Ogre's snake arm quickly meets him, biting into his shoulder as it hit him hard and fast. King roars out in pain and kicks Ogre in the chin in an attempt to get him away, but is pulled over towards the monster by the rabid serpentine arm. Ogre grabs King around the neck with his left claw and starts to squeeze it tightly.
"And now, my friend, you shall meet your fathers same fate."
King shuts his eyes tightly, as tears stream down his face. 'Father…I have failed you.'
Suddenly, Ogre and King are knocked over to the side by an enormous blow. Ogre roars loudly and scrambles up to his feet, while King holds his neck, gasping for air.
"WHO DARES TO INTERRUPT THIS BATTLE?" Ogre roars in a rage of fury.
A young man steps out with a scowl upon his face. As he glares directly at Ogre, he pulls on his left sparring glove.
"You do not know how long I have waited for this moment." He said in a most cold and fearless voice. "…the moment I could finally rid the world of you pestilence."
An ominous smile spreads across Ogres twisted maw. "I see… the boy has finally become a man. Have you grown any stronger since the last I seen you?"
The mans eyes narrow "Why don't I just show you?"
King looks toward the man and pulls himself to his feet. "Jin…leave this place…you have no business here."
"I have more business here than you know of, King." Jin turns to face the masked fighter with a look of true determination. "…If not the same business as you have."
"What...what are you talking about? You couldn't possibly know the heartbreak…the sorrow this demon has placed upon my heart."
"I do know…and I know the cause your father died for…he died to bring honor to another who fell victim to this monster…a woman by the name of Jun Kazama…"
Jin turns his gaze back upon the deformed beast standing before them and glares at him with a hateful eye of vengeance.
"…My mother."
King looks on at Jin. His determination…his striving to be the best…it was all a mirror of his own thirst for revenge. He and Jin fought for equal goals and only now did he finally realize this.
Ogre scoffed at the flow of sentiment. "If you wish to both take me on at once, then I welcome you to try. I love a good challenge and it will make the feast upon your souls all the more savory."
King walks over to Jin and stands beside him, both of them keeping their eyes glued to Ogre.
"…Together, then?" King asks.
"…Together." Jin replies.
Instantaneously both of them charge out towards Ogre, and send a volley of punches and kicks. Ogre blocks as many of them as he can as while he takes a few steps back. Jin quickly leaps back away from the brute then kneels to the floor. King leaps up and twists his body, performing a special roundhouse kick he called the boomerang kick. As Ogre reaches up to block it Jin's body surges with a blue electricity and he gives a powerful uppercut to the beast.
It knocks Ogre a good 11 feet, making him growl with frustration. He takes two steps out towards them as they both Jin and King start to approach once again. The monster rears his head back and lets out a fiery blast straight towards them. King stops short and tackles Jin to the ground allowing the flame to blow over them harmlessly.
Jin looks back at King and nods in appreciation, but as the two get to their feet to strike the horrendous beast, King stops short.
'Only one of us will be able to deliver the final blow…the one that wins honor for those who died in battle against this evil being.'
He looks up to see Jin delivering tireless hits upon Ogre. The creature starts to show signs of fatigue, through his lessening of power and speed. King bows his head. Victory isn't far from their grasp. It is at that moment he makes his decision.
"JIN!" He yells out to his ally. Jin has Ogre in a grapple and looks over to King.
"King? Why aren't you helping my kill this demon?"
"Because my help is no longer necessary. Jin…I want you to go ahead and finish him off on your own."
Jin's face shows signs of confusion. "What? But King…your father…"
"He died for the same purpose that you are fighting for today. My fighting here today and standing up to this fiend has brought honor upon my father's name in itself. But his cause has yet to be fulfilled. He fought for your mother and today I want you to honor her name. As for me…my work here is done…"
With those words King walks out to exit the temple.
It doesn't take long before Ogre is taken to nearly an inch of his life. Jin prepares to deliver the final blow, Ogre looks into his eyes.
"Bah…you may think you have won your mothers honor, but I know…it is not your own strength that helped you to destroy me…"
Jin feels his fists get tighter with rage. "What are you implying?"
Ogre grinned. "You couldn't have defeated me without its help. You are just as much a monster as I am. That's the only reason you've come so far. Without it you are no more than a weak little boy…just as you were…the day I ripped out your mothers soul."
Jin finally snaps and starts pounded his fists into the creature's face, Then gives one strong blow, the demon paw, to its face. The blow snaps the creature's neck and the battle is over. Jin stands there silently, soaked in the blood of not only Ogre, but himself as well. Suddenly, before his eyes, Ogres body melts down into a puddle, releasing several spheres of white light. Each ball of light shoots out on its own separate path, making Jin stagger back from surprise.
One of the spheres make it to the discarded body of Heihachi. He is revived instantly.
"..Wh...where am I? Ogre…"
A group of soldiers enter the temple and approach Heihachi.
One of the soldiers approach him. "Sir, thank god you're alright. We followed Ogre to this location soon after your abduction. Are you all right?"
"Of course I am you fool." He responds then takes a handgun from one of the other soldier's hand. "Now come along…we must greet the one who defeated Ogre and congratulate him on a job well done."
Jin stares at the spot where Ogre once lay in complete silence.
"…Mother…"
"JIN! AHHH GOOD JOB MY BOY!"
Jin turns around in a start and meets the eyes of his grandfather.
"What do you want old man?"
"Now now…is that any way to treat your elders? All I wanted was to give you your reward for all the trouble you've been through."
Jin's eyes narrow with disbelief and mistrust. As the soldiers lift their weapons to fire, Jin's jaw drops. They fire mercilessly at the young man sending him falling back down to the floor. When the guns cease their blasts of hot metal, Jin is sprawled back in a pool of red. The warm blood seeps from his wounds as he tries his best to cling to his life. In desperation, he reaches out to Heihachi.
"..why…why do you do this?…"
His answer was a single bullet, which sends him back to the floor in a lifeless heap. Heihachi holds the gun out before him not putting it down to his side until the smoke from its barrel clears away.
"Clean up this mess…I'll be outside."
The soldiers nod and walk over toward the young man's body. As Heihachi strides to the temple exit he feels a gust of air rush past him. A soldier hits the wall in front of him, shattering a section of it to the floor. Heihachi's eyes grow wide as he turns around slowly. There behind him stood Jin Kazama, his eyes turned to the floor and face slightly down.
As Heihachi turns around towards him, Jin's face lifts slowly to reveal a strange tattoo upon his brow. His eyes slowly open and glare out at his grandfather, glowing in a deep blood red in place of the dark brown they once were. He growls and charges out towards Heihachi. He grabs his grandfather's forehead in his palm and keeps running towards the temple wall, pushing Heihachi out before him.
Outside of the temple King and Armor King waited for Jin to return. As they sat there they spoke of plans for the orphanage.
"A pool? Don't you think that's a bit much for the youngsters? And besides, what if one of the young ones get loose? It could be a health hazard."
"No no, we could hire a lifegaurd to watch over the kids and…"
Suddenly they see the lights shoot out from the temple.
"Jeeze! What was that?" King asked out of shock.
Armor king grinned and felt a moment of peace and beauty. "That, my friend, was the sign that Jin had won the battle. Those lights are lost souls that Ogre had fed from for all these years, and they are just now being released."
King looked up in awe over the light show that was displayed above them. He could almost hear his father's voice telling him "you've made me proud". A tear ran down his face and he smiled.
"So now that we're done Jin should be coming out any minute now. Start up the engine so we can leave once he comes out."
Armor King revs up the engine but Jin is nowhere in sight. They look at one another in confusion.
"What's taking that boy so damned long?" Armor King says impatiently.
"Don't worry, Armor, I'm sure he'll be coming out any…" The sound of gunshots are heard coming from the temple and the two wrestlers are startled terribly.
"Shit! What the hell was that?"
"I dunno but Jin's still in there!" says King. " I'm going in."
Armor King grabs him by the shoulder. "Fool! Don't go running in there thinking you're bullet proof. You wanna get your ass shot?"
"But Jin's still in there! I gotta see if he's…" Again he is cut off mid sentence but this time by the sound of a loud crash.
On the opposing side of the temple Jin burst through the side of the temple, using Heihachi's head to soak in the impact. As the two of them plummet toward the ground Jin curls up and sprouts a pair of enormous raven-like wings from his back. He uses them to make his fall to the earth a faster one and lands atop Heihachi when he does hit the ground. The impact is so great that it adds further startle and confusion to King and Armor King.
"Now what was that?" King asks, his eyes wide with concern.
"I dunno. Sounds like the temple is fallin' apart."
They look up just in time to see Jin shoot up into the air and fly off into the night. The sight of it makes their blood run cold and the still night is crowned with silence.
Out of nervous humor Armor King say's "I guess he won't be needing a ride then."
Atop an oil rig a pair of figures can be seen preparing for battle. One dressed in armor, the other dressed in street clothes, but both wear identical masks. Neither questioned that which had happened that night at the temple. They saw it best that they didnt know. The one in armor crosses his arms as he watches his student put the hurt on a training dummy. His tail waving with the wind gives the illusion that he controls it himself.
The figure in street clothes waves his arms a bit in preparation then starts to perform several attacks on it in succession. Hit after hit the training dummy is given powerful blows. One could hear the sound of the oil rig's echoed clang with every hit. Finally the fighter leaps up high into the air, taking the dummy with him and while spinning upon his decent lands on the dummy in a piledriver.
King steps away from the dummy he just finished pummeling and looks over to Armor King. His answer is a simple thumbs up. King rears his head back and roars in victory. He is prepared for the call...of the next Iron Fist Tournament.
Authors note: Sorry it took so long for me to write this chapter. I was somewhat setback a bit by the coming of a new Tekken. I was debating over whether I wanted to add it to this but decided against it. Plus, information I read about King in Tekken 4 sorta ruined the ending I had planned out for this. Well I hope this didn't suck too badly hehheh. Peace out.