Tekken Challenge
Chapter 1
Written by: Jawa_77

Disclaimer: This is my first fic, don't rag on me too much please. I want to have at least 5 reviews, so I know ppl are reading. Constructive flames do count. BTW I don't own Namco, Tekken, any ppl in this story, blah blah blah.... but just u wait and see. I will someday!!

This is a unique story. I thought of doing this in a way to my knowledge has ever been done before. I am actually playing arcade mode with Hwoarang and Paul, documenting my fights, then writing them in story form. The following is my first fight.

Fight 2: An Unlikely alliance

As Hwoarang and Paul stepped off of the plane, Paul knew that today would be a good day. He wasn't sure how, but he knew it would be good. Hwoarang was bent on getting a girl while he was here, and just couldn't get his mind off of it. He was devoted to finding a girlfriend in China, ever since he had seen that nurse at the preliminary matches in New York. Hwoarang had seen the weird markings he assumed were chinese lettering, and was starting to get confused. He leaned over to Paul, who was just as lost, and said,

I think that the squiggly line with the through it, followed by the-- Oh! Who am I kidding! We are soooo lost!, Hwoarang exclaimed. Paul, who kept his cool a little easier, attempted to ask a local, who just blabbed something that he couldn't understand. Finally, after wandering around for a while, Hwoarang spotted the Iron Fist Tournament emblem. They walked inside, soon to be greeted by attendants of the tournament fighters. To Hwoarang's pleasure, both of them were Chinese chicks.
Hwoarang attempted to hit on one of them, only finding that she didn't speak English. He looked at the other one, who was slightly hotter, and went for it.

Hello, my name is Hwoarang. What's yours?, he asked very smoothly.

My name is Ling Xiaoyu. How can I help you? she said in a smooth, silky voice. Hwoarang was captivated. He had found an oriental, beautiful, english speaking woman! He immediately ask her if she wanted to go and see a flick. She said yes, and he told her he would pick her up around 7 that evening, if he wasn't hurt too badly in the fight. When Hwoarang walked over to the ring, he asked what country his opponent represented.

We think Japan., The attendant replied.

You think?, Hwoarang asked. He was surprised. He could not understand someone not knowing where they were born. Seemed ludicrous to him.

The Japanese government denies it., the attendant said with a snicker. This was too much for Hwoarang. He could not help but burst out laughing. He cracked up all over the floor! To be denied by your country! Man! He must have done something bad!! Heihachi Mishima walked onto the ring, accompanied by Lee, who did not seem happy to be here at all. Hwoarang remembered both of them vividly. Lee was an old enemy from a gang he had once been in. He remembered how Lee had walloped on him once, leaving him bruised, battered, and almost dead. It had made him a better man. Hwoarang bounced back into the present when the attendant told him it was time to start the fight.