The Lost Chapter Of Tekken
By TheOne
Okay, I have run out of good ideas for a good fic, ever since I ended the popular 40 review story, Tekken and Things months ago… Well, so I thought, how bout a good serious fighting fic? Besides my first Police Work, which was my first serious fic, so here goes. This story is Hwoarang's history, how I think it should be. Everything is changed so don't complain but do review each chapter and tell me suggestions about it. Thanx, and enjoy!
Hwoarang strolled down the streets of Seoul, Korea. He met up with his Talon gang. His closest friend Kim walked up and greeted him.
"Hey, Hwoarang! You haven't been here for awhile. What you been up to?"
"Nothing much, I had to have some more Tae Kwon Do lessons. Didn't learn much today," Hwoarang said. Baek had disappeared and Hwoarang was left with nothing. Normally, he would have his lessons, hand out with his friends and head back to the dojo to take a rest, but the dojo had shut down today.
"Hey Kim, could I crash at your house for a couple of weeks?" hwoarang asked. He needed a place to hang while he found a real job that paid well.
"Sorry, my wife is getting angry for not cleaning up the place. Having you would be like having another pig in the family," he said. Hwoarang made a low, fake laugh, even though he was worried.
"Hey, I've heard you've been earning money off street fights!" Hwoarang turned around and saw a muscular guy standing. He had blazing black hair spiked backwards. He looked Japanese.
"What do you want? You want to take a bet with me?" Hwoarang needed the cash so he saw this guy as a good person to get some.
"Alright, so what is this bet for?"
"Let's see if you can take me down after ten punches. Each punch five dollars." The guy laughed.
"Okay. Seems easy." The guys threw the money onto the street. The other guys scurried in and carried the cash in. The Japanese dude came up closer.
"Here goes. Ready?" Jin took his fist back, a purple energy surrounded his grip and Hwoarang felt a quick piercing pain through his stomach. Hwoarang kneeled down after the attack. Hwoarang pretended like it didn't hurt.
"Pretty-good…"
"I get nine more right?" The guy quickly punched four more times, but with less force. He then landed three consecutive uppercuts on Hwoarang's chin. Then his last punch started with the purple energy again, Hwoarang closed his eyes and felt the pain rush through again. Hwoarang laid down.
"well I guess that's it, see ya punk. By the way, my name I Jin Kazama, and remember that," Jin walked away. Hwoarang, who was furious with Jin's mocking, ran towards Jin and toppled him down and did his Collar Break. Jin twirled around and kicked Hwoarang and linked a two hit punch combo afterwards making Hwoarang fly into the wall.
"WHY YOU!!!" Hwoarang leaped forward and landed his Hunting Hawk right on top of his face leaving Jin with a bloody nose. Jin flapped his wings furiously and BAM! Hwoarang went through a barrage of beams of laser through his body. Hwoarang laid there watching Jin fly away. His friends had left him…
By TheOne
Okay, I have run out of good ideas for a good fic, ever since I ended the popular 40 review story, Tekken and Things months ago… Well, so I thought, how bout a good serious fighting fic? Besides my first Police Work, which was my first serious fic, so here goes. This story is Hwoarang's history, how I think it should be. Everything is changed so don't complain but do review each chapter and tell me suggestions about it. Thanx, and enjoy!
Hwoarang strolled down the streets of Seoul, Korea. He met up with his Talon gang. His closest friend Kim walked up and greeted him.
"Hey, Hwoarang! You haven't been here for awhile. What you been up to?"
"Nothing much, I had to have some more Tae Kwon Do lessons. Didn't learn much today," Hwoarang said. Baek had disappeared and Hwoarang was left with nothing. Normally, he would have his lessons, hand out with his friends and head back to the dojo to take a rest, but the dojo had shut down today.
"Hey Kim, could I crash at your house for a couple of weeks?" hwoarang asked. He needed a place to hang while he found a real job that paid well.
"Sorry, my wife is getting angry for not cleaning up the place. Having you would be like having another pig in the family," he said. Hwoarang made a low, fake laugh, even though he was worried.
"Hey, I've heard you've been earning money off street fights!" Hwoarang turned around and saw a muscular guy standing. He had blazing black hair spiked backwards. He looked Japanese.
"What do you want? You want to take a bet with me?" Hwoarang needed the cash so he saw this guy as a good person to get some.
"Alright, so what is this bet for?"
"Let's see if you can take me down after ten punches. Each punch five dollars." The guy laughed.
"Okay. Seems easy." The guys threw the money onto the street. The other guys scurried in and carried the cash in. The Japanese dude came up closer.
"Here goes. Ready?" Jin took his fist back, a purple energy surrounded his grip and Hwoarang felt a quick piercing pain through his stomach. Hwoarang kneeled down after the attack. Hwoarang pretended like it didn't hurt.
"Pretty-good…"
"I get nine more right?" The guy quickly punched four more times, but with less force. He then landed three consecutive uppercuts on Hwoarang's chin. Then his last punch started with the purple energy again, Hwoarang closed his eyes and felt the pain rush through again. Hwoarang laid down.
"well I guess that's it, see ya punk. By the way, my name I Jin Kazama, and remember that," Jin walked away. Hwoarang, who was furious with Jin's mocking, ran towards Jin and toppled him down and did his Collar Break. Jin twirled around and kicked Hwoarang and linked a two hit punch combo afterwards making Hwoarang fly into the wall.
"WHY YOU!!!" Hwoarang leaped forward and landed his Hunting Hawk right on top of his face leaving Jin with a bloody nose. Jin flapped his wings furiously and BAM! Hwoarang went through a barrage of beams of laser through his body. Hwoarang laid there watching Jin fly away. His friends had left him…