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Chapter Seven: Tales of Revenge.

"So, how did you find me, anyway?" Jin asked, sitting on the chair, feet on the coffee table. Ling lay on the couch. Both had their own bowl of popcorn and were occasionally tossing them to each other (sometimes at each other).

"Promise you won't tell?"

"If you promise to stop throwing the saltiest pieces of popcorn at my eyes."

"Deal. I got my friend Miharu to hack into the hotel computer and find out which these rooms you stayed in."

"You hacked in?! There's a side of you I never expected to see!"

"I didn't hack in. Miharu did! I just told her to."

"So you had someone else do your dirty work for you?" He tossed another popcorn piece into her mouth. "You're getting evil, girl."

"We all have a little dark side to us. Even good ol' me!" She tossed a piece to Jin's mouth, but missed. Then she picked it up and put it into his mouth, along with her finger, which she swirled around in his mouth for a minute. Then she sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, letting her tongue do the same thing.

Author's note: After making myself sick in the last chapter, I figured I'd give myself a little enjoyment in this one. ^^.

"Naughty girl." Jin said.

"Devil boy" Ling said. Normally, he would've taken that offensively, but when talking with Ling, Jin didn't care. He got back to kissing her.

"Oh, man!!" He suddenly shouted, breaking off the kiss. I almost forgot! We have the new match-ups."

"And that's a good reason to break a kiss that I was really enjoying?"

"One of us might have a match soon!"

"Ooh! Right!" She slid off his lap and Jin got up. He looked through the papers.

"Oh, boy."

"What?"

"Just as I thought. This is about the time when the tournament turns ugly. You're up in twenty minutes at the mall."

"And who might I be fighting?"

"Well, excluding Heihachi, my father, and myself, you're probably fighting the worst person possible." He showed her the list and she almost fainted.

Then, Jin's phone rang.

"Hello? . . .what? . . .who is this? . . .hello?" Jin shrugged and hung up.

"What was that about?"

"Someone said for me to meet them in the hospital parking garage, near the elevators at 4:00."

"Who do you think it is?"

"I don't know, but we can't worry about that right now. We have to get you to the mall. Let's go!"

* * * *

"Okay. Right up here." Jin said. They ran up to the second floor. The crowd noticed them, and moved out of their way so they could get through. One of the officials saw her.

"Well, just in time, Ms. Xaioyu! Please stay here until I call you."

"Good luck." Jin said.

"Boy am I ever gonna need it!"

"You should rely on your speed for this battle."

"I'll try."

"Llllladieees aaaaannndd geeentlmeeeeeeeeen! It's time to get going with the first match of the next session of the King of Iron Fist Tournament 4!" The crowd roared. "Alllllright then!! First, she's small, but quicker than lightning and slipperier than an eel! She'll make your head spin, then knock it off! From right her in Japan, please welcome Liiiiiiiiiiinnnng Xaaaaiiooooooyuuuuuuu!!!"

She flipped into the 'arena' set up. She looked over and saw Heihachi sitting in a large chair, smiling. What was he doing here? Maybe it was because it was the first match of the next session.

Jin was wondering the same thing. Had he been looking for her? He shook it off and turned his attention back to the fight.

"Aaaaaaaannnnd her opponent! He's big, he's bad, and he'll tear off your face and wear it on Halloween! He just got out of the Arizona state penitentiary, and he's ready to rumble! I give you Crraaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiggg Maaaaaaaarrrrrdduuuuuuuuuuukkk!!"

The ground shook as Craig stomped into the arena, roaring. He had long since shaved his head and now looked like Goldberg. When he saw Ling, he froze. He looked up at the ref.

"Is this a joke? Is this a joke?! 'Cuz I ain't laughin'!"

"No joke." Heihachi said. "That is your opponent. Let the fight begin."

Craig looked down at her. "Why don't you quit now and go home with a lot less broken bones."

"Not on your life. Let's do this."

"Bring it on!"

"Shake, first." The ref said. They did and Craig deliberately crushed her hand.

"Ready . . .FIGHT!!"

Craig instantly swung a punch, but Ling ducked under it. He swung twice more, and again, Ling ducked. He turned to kicking, but Ling dodged them too. Craig decided to move things up a notch. He rushed at her full speed and she cartwheeled out of the way. He swung a backhand and she ducked under it. He turned and swung his hand down, but Ling shot underneath his legs, and while he was bent over, she jumped up and kicked him down onto his stomach. He got back up and turned to her. She smiled. He got another idea. He swung both hands together, that way, she couldn't duck or move to the side. Instead, she jumped into the air, and landed on his fist. It was pretty funny to see, after all, her feet were half the size of his fists. Craig swung his fists upward, flinging Ling in the same direction. She spread out her arms and legs and suspended herself between two beams on the roof.

"What are you doing up there?!"

"Laughing because you can't do this!"

"Get down here and fight me!"

"Okay!" She dropped from the roof and landed both feet on his head. Then she flipped around and landed with legs around his neck, facing him. Then she gave him a barrage of punches to the face, then rolled back, landing on her hands and leapt off them and landed on her feet. Then she did a few more backflips until she was a reasonable distance away from him. He glared at her, then charged forward, attempting to use the unblockable tackle. Ling waited until he ducked at the last second, and leapt into the air, pushing off the pillar just behind her and flipped over him. Craig was left to crash head-first into the pillar. Ling struck a pose.

"Boy, I love this area!"

Craig rubbed his head and glared at her. Maybe it was the bump on the head, but Craig suddenly had the perfect plan. He charged at her again. Ling sighed. Some people just never learned. She didn't notice that his hands were farther out than last time. He didn't duck down this time, so Ling decided to duck to the side. Just as Craig saw her flinch, he ducked down, arms stretched out to the side and caught Ling by her face.

"Gotcha!" He said. Then, he executed the "Around the World" move. He spun around, Ling still in his hand, and slammed her into the ground as hard as he could. So hard, she bounced into the air. Just as she landed, Craig swung both fist together down on her. Then he used the "Steamroller" move. He picked her up from behind, then rolled over her. He kept rolling until he was fair distance away. She began getting back up and Craig went for the Unblockable Tackle. She didn't even have time to try and block. She just looked up and wham, he crashed through her. She flew back and smashed through the glass preventing anyone from falling off the top floor (how ironic).

"LING!!" Jin shouted. Panda was way ahead of him. As soon as Craig began running, so did Panda. She ran down the stairs, but she was too far away. Panda dove and landed just under Ling. Her soft fur broke the fall perfectly, but Ling was already unconscious, and barely breathing.

Jin looked over at Craig who was roaring in victory. Then he saw Heihachi, who had a satisfied grin on his face. He felt all the evil power within him surging. How he wanted to eliminate Heihachi! But not now. Right now, there were other matters at hand.

* * * *

Later that day . . .

Jin ran as fast as he could through the hospital. He'd had to leave the hospital to fight Nina Williams. He won, of course, but that wasn't on his mind. He got into the elevator and pushed the fifth floor button. The elevator began ascending. 1 . . .2 . . .3 . . .C'mon, c'mon! 4 . . .5. Ding! Jin was off once again. At long last, he reached Ling's room. When he'd last seen her, she was still out of it. She had several bruises and scrapes from the glass, but the biggest problem was her spine. It wasn't broken, but it would've had Panda not caught her. Jin froze when he saw someone looking in through the window of Ling's room. His father.

"What are you doing here?"

"The same reason you are, I assume." Kazuya said.

"Why do you care about Ling?"

"We spoke in the hall when she was waiting for your return."

"Yeah, she said that. But I didn't know you gave a rip about her."

"She intrigues me. When we spoke, she reminded me so much of your mother."

Jin looked through the window and saw Ling talking with Panda.

"She said we were a replay of you guys. That I was the man with a demon spirit haunting me and that she was the one trying to help me through it."

"I'd say she's right. I talked to her a moment ago and she told me everything. Quite a friendship you two have. You know each other for one tournament, then don't see each other for two years, and still seem to hold your friendship, even though she never let you escape her mind and you didn't think about her once. You two must have had quite a talk this morning."

"We did." He looked at Ling a little more, then grinned. Kazuya saw it.

"Must have been a VERY good talk! You're smiling!"

"She has a way of doing that to people. When she kissed me, I just . . .it was like the devil inside me shut up for the first time."

"I know the feeling. It happened when your mother kissed me."

Both were silent for a moment.

"I wasn't originally planning on coming." Kazuya said finally. "But then I saw you leave. She'd told me how close you two are and I figured you'd want someone watching over her. I saw Heihachi's face also."

Jin was taken back.

"Excuse me now. I have a match to attend against that Violet character." He turned to leave.

"Kazuya!" Jin said. Kazuya turned back around. "Thanks."

He smiled. "Treat her better than I did your mother."

"I will, father."

"You said it."

"Said what?"

"You called me father."

Jin said nothing. He just looked back through the glass.

As Kazuya got onto the elevator, he looked back at Jin.

"Soon enough, I'll make your troubles disappear."

Ling looked up. When she saw him, her smile spread even more. She waved to him and he waved back and motioned for him to come in. Jin hated seeing her like this. Her face had quite a few bruises from being slammed into the ground. She had a huge bandage wrapped around her torso and others along her arms and legs from the glass shards.

"Hey!" She said.

"Hi." They kissed. "You okay?"

"Been better. I thought I could wipe him out with my speed, but he was smarter than he looked."

"Brains and brawn. Deadly combo."

"You're a real monster then."

"I guess I'll take that as a compliment."

"I spoke with your father earlier."

"Yeah, he told me."

"He's not as bad as you made him out to be."

"I'm still not sure. He stays away from me all my life then pops up out of nowhere and expects me to like him."

"I'd say he's winning you over."

"Maybe."

"Perhaps you should let him be the father he wants to be."

"Because he's not! He chose to gain power over stay and help his family. If it wasn't for him-"

"Hey! We've been through that! If you're gonna talk bad about somebody, let it be Heihachi."

"Boy do I have some stories to tell!"

She laughed, which hurt her ribs.

"Mm. You were right. This is where the tournament gets ugly. How was your battle?"

"I don't know if I'll ever have children. That slut kept using that cheap-shot 'Bad Habit' move of hers."

Author's Note: If you haven't played the game, Bad Habit is a swift kick to the gonads. Amazingly, it does the same damage to girls as guys.(shiver).

"Ouch."

"You said it. But I was more concerned about seeing you than worrying about my own problems."

"How sweet."

"I'm still learning. How long are you going to be here?"

"A few days. I'm out of the tournament anyway."

"If I go up against that muscle head, I'll give him his just desserts."

"Thanks. He'll get what's coming to him from someone. Hopefully you."

Jin suddenly looked troubled.

"Something wrong?"

"Yeah. Did you notice Heihachi?"

"Uh-huh. So?"

"So why would he be there?"

"I don't know."

"I think this was planned. He wanted to get rid of you, so he tried doing it inconspicuously. Perfectly thought out too. Pit the biggest, strongest fighter left against you, and you wouldn't have a chance."

"Hey! I started to win."

Jin gave her a look.

"A little."

Then, there was a knock on the window.

"Julia!" Ling said. She motioned for her to come in.

"Got a whole party in here, don't you?" Julia chuckled, seeing Jin and Panda. She looked up a Jin, who seemed unsure how to act.

"It's, uh.good to see you again." He said, shaking her hand.

"You're.talking! Ling! You worked a miracle!"

She laughed. "Nah, just had to pull out his courage."

"I'm courageous!" Jin said.

"Hey, sorry you lost." Julia said. "Pretty bad one too."

"I've had worse! Can't think of any right now, but . . ."

They all laughed.

Twenty minutes later . . .

"Oh!" Ling said. "There's another match on right now! Let's check it out! See who else gets a good thrashing! I think it's your father's, Jin."

"This should be interesting." Jin said. They turned on the TV just in time.

* * * *

"First up! One of the first fighters ever! He ruled the Mishima Zaibatsu, but then lost it to Heihachi! He was thrown into a volcano and lived! I give you Kaaaazzuuuuyyyaaaaaaaa Miisshiiiiiiiiiiimmmaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!"

Kazuya walked out and crossed his arms over his chest, grinning.

"And his opponent! He's quick as a python and just as deadly! He came out of nowhere and left his mark! The purple pummeler! Viiiiiioooooolllleeeeettt!!!!"

Violet came in with a few front flips. Today, his purple hair was covered with a hat and thick purple shades covered his eyes.

"New look?" Kazuya asked, mockingly.

"Actually, I took out the violet dye in my hair, and was a bit unsure about it. I didn't have enough time to change it back."

"Well, good! You looked ridiculous! Now come on! Show us your true color."

Violet shrugged. "As you wish." He took off his hat, revealing platinum silver hair. Then, he took off his shades and Kazuya's eyes jumped from their sockets.

"YOU!!"

"Yes, it is I, Lee Chaolan! Back for revenge!"

* * * *

"THAT'S Lee Chaolan?!" Ling exclaimed. "Hey, Jin! That's your uncle!"

"By adoption, yes. Huh. Always wondered what he was like."

"What do you think?"

"I don't know. I just saw him."

"I think he's kinda hot." Julia said. Jin rolled his eyes.

"This is a neat fight." Ling said. "Two brothers going at it. This ought to be good!"

* * * *

"What are you doing here?" Kazuya asked unhappily.

"Why wouldn't I? I came to claim what should've been mine."

"Yours?!"

"Yes! Heihachi adopted me so I could rule the Mishima Zaibatzu, not you!"

"Another reason I should snap your neck right here."

"Hmph. Bring it on, chump."

The referee came as the two stood ready to fight. In case you were wondering, they were fighting in the swamp. Plenty of trees, logs, and rocks around them. The marshland ground would make it hard to move around in, though, not to mention the murky, parasite-infested water.

"Fight!"

Lee immediately swung a few high kicks, which Kazuya blocked. Kazuya was a man of strength and power, while Lee was pure speed. If Kazuya made one wrong move, he would expose himself to an endless pummel of attacks. If Lee made one wrong move, he'd expose himself to an attack that would render him helpless.

Lee (this name is so much better to type) kicked high. Kazuya blocked. Lee instantly swung at the legs and Kazuya bent down just in time to block that too. But then, Lee spun all the way around and hit his head with the back of his other foot, then he spun back, kicking his head again. Next, he unleashed his Silver Whip attack. It got the name because it was that fast. His swiped his foot up vertically so fast, you didn't see it coming until your nose was smashed. Kazuya stumbled back and Lee unleashed his most powerful attack. He powered up, then planted a might kick into his chest, knocking him across the swamp.

"C'mon, Kaz!" Lee taunted. "You can do better that this!"

Kazuya looked at the swamp ground between them. "Oh, you bet I can." He rose and ran at Lee. He recognized this. The Unblockable Tackle. He got ready and shot his foot forward at the last second. But at the last second, Kazuya ducked, knowing Lee would make that move, and gave Lee his Dragon Uppercut. When Lee got up, Kazuya grabbed the collar of his shirt and rushed his head forward, bashing Lee's.

"Oh, and for the record, I hate that name."

Lee catapulted back up. He ran at Kazuya and jumped off of a rock, then bounced off a tree, and smashed into Kazuya, knocking him onto his back. Just as he got up, Lee unleashed the powerful kick again, slamming Kazuya into a tree. Then, he began pummeling him with a flurry of kicks. Kazuya recognized this move. It was one of Lee's specialties, the Infinity Kick. He could go on forever with that move. He hit Kazuya's face, chest, stomach, whatever he could, on and on. After taking about a million hits, Kazuya finally dodged one and gave Lee a mighty punch to the chest. he flew back and crashed into a tree of his own. Kazuya ran at full speed. Just as Lee began to fall forward, Kazuya unleashed his ultimate and favorite attack. He crouched down, sliding along the bog floor, spinning, readying his fist, which was swarming with electricity. Right when he was underneath him, he leapt into the air, swinging an uppercut, shooting Lee up into the sky. He fell back down and landed in the water with a painful SMACK!! The ref counted, and Lee was out.

"You're a disgrace." Kazuya said. "By creating Combot, you thought you'd have two ways of winning. Hmph. You had good reason, though. You were too weak to try on your own." Kazuya looked around the bog. "I like this area. Really helps me out."

* * * *

"Lightning Screw Uppercut." Jin said. "Impressive."

"Lee just can't take too many strong hits." Ling said. "And unfortunately for him, your father is full of them."

"I'll have to fight him later."

"Maybe."

"No, I will. If not next, then at the last round. Both of us have a score to settle with Heihachi and will stop at nothing to obtain our goals."

"Like father like son. While you each have your own reasons, you're both fighting for the same goal . . .literally!"

Jin drifted deep into thought. He still didn't know what to think of his father.

"Well, I should go. Hope you get well soon."

"Bye!"

Jin left the room, certain she was safe with Panda and Julia.

While leaving, his eyes caught the clock. It was 4:05. Jin remembered the call he'd gotten earlier from someone saying to meet him in the hospital parking lot, near the elevators.His mind began to wonder. Who would it be? Wait. There was no question. He knew who it was. Should he go or not? Well, this would never end until he agreed. He got on the elevators and hit the "G" button.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened, revealing the large parking garage. He stepped out and looked around. There he was. Hwoarang turned around when he heard the elevator open and smiled.

"You're finally here." He said. Jin looked very uninterested.

"So, what do you want?"

Hwoarang walked over to him. "I never got a chance to fight you in the tournament." He stopped when he was right next to Jin, shoulder to shoulder. "We'll settle this right here, right now."

Jin didn't look at him. "There is no reason to fight."

"You don't got one? WELL I DO!!"

He swung a backhand, which Jin ducked under. Then, he blocked a low kick and rolled away. The two went at it, trying to prove once and for all who was the better fighter.

It was dangerous ground, the parking garage. Hard concrete, cars, glass, and whatnot. Hwoarang stepped forward and swung a few swift kicks, all missed. Jin gave a few swift punches, all missed. Hwoarang jumped forward and planted a few kicks, bouncing off of Jin's crossed arms to continue the assault. At last, one kit his face, but Jin paid no heed. Hwoarang jumped back onto his feet. Jin faked a high punch, then swung at his legs. Hwoarang hit the ground with a thud. Jin lifted his leg up above his head and brought it down. Hwoarang saw it coming rolled out of the way.

Both boys ran at each other, catching each others hands and trying to push the other back. Hwoarang was slightly faster, but Jin was slightly stronger. Jin began to push his opponent back. Hwoarang saw this and quickly formed another plan. He jumped up and kicked Jin away with both feet, causing himself to fall onto his back. He got up a lot faster, though and followed through with the Unblockable Tackle.

Jin got back up, a little dazed, but still with it enough to catch Hwoarang's fist and smash it into his own face. Jin then unleashed an unbelievable flurry of punches, most aimed for his face. To top it off, he punched Hwoarang in the stomach, then caught his face with an uppercut when he lurched over, then swung his foot, catching Hwoarang's knees as they buckled, and smashed him away with his elbow.

Hwoarang got up again. He saw where Jin was standing and grinned. He jumped up and kicked Jin back again, this time catching himself. Jin didn't travel far before he slammed into a concrete pillar. He hit his head, and was shaking it off when Hwoarang came back. He smashed Jin's head back into the pillar. He kept smashing Jin's head back with a barrage of punches and kicks. Finally, Jin caught a punch and again smashed it back into Hwoarang's face. As he stumbled back, Jin gave one more powerful uppercut. Hwoarang spun in the air and hit the ground hard. But he would not give up. He stood again and gave Jin a powerful kick. This time, Jin spun in the air and hit the ground hard. But he wouldn't give up either, and he too stood.

Both boys were panting heavily. Neither was willing to give in until the other had fallen. They got back in their fighting stances.

"SERGEANT!!" An angry voice boomed. Hwoarang spun around, seeing a military officer walking towards him, followed by several other soldiers.

Aw, man. Hwoarang thought.

"Unauthorized leave from military duty is an offense punishable by court marshal." The soldiers surrounded Hwoarang and pointed their guns at his head. "Give yourself up, soldier!" The official commanded. Hwoarang looked at the ground.

"Hey," Jin said. Everyone turned to look at him.

WHAM!! Jin smashed the nearest soldier with a mighty uppercut and punched him away. Then, Jin turned and planted a powerful kick to another soldier. The soldier flew and hit the ground in a heap. Jin turned back, ready to clobber anyone else.

Hwoarang whistled in amazement. Then, he leapt up and kicked the soldier in front of him, bouncing off his chest to kick the guy behind him.

Jin ran forward and punched another soldier down.

"Duck!" He told Hwoarang, who obeyed. Jin swung a punch over his back, knocking out another soldier. Hwoarang got back up.

"Down!" Jin leaned over and Hwoarang rolled over his back, kicking a soldier as he came down. Then, Jin stood and turned so the he and Hwoarang were side-by-side, but facing opposite directions. They grabbed each other's hand and leapt into the air, kicking the soldier in front of them. Then, they struck their fighting stances towards the general.

"Fire!" He shouted. The remaining soldiers quickly began firing their automatic rifles. As soon as they'd heard the command exit his mouth, Jin and Hwoarang ran. They ducked down behind a car and sat down to rest. The soldiers were still firing bullets.

"Kazama!" Hwoarang said. "Remember! I kicked your butt back there!"

Jin kept his gaze on the stone floor as he caught his breath.

"Hey! You listening?"

Jin looked up at him.

"I'll give you a chance to even the score at the next tournament. You'd better show up!" Hwoarang gave Jin a sort of smirk. Jin returned it.

Finally, the soldiers stopped firing and used a missile launcher. The car exploded in a bright orange flame. The general peered through the smoke and flames. Nothing. Jin and Hwoarang were gone.

* * * *

Craig Marduk stood at the top of the Mishima Hotel at 10:00 P.M. The sky was black, there was no moon. But light glowed from below. There was a skylight in the middle of the roof. If you looked down through it, you could see innocent families enjoying the heated pool that was on the top floor. There were also giant gargoyle-like statues on pedestals outlining the roof. One on each corner, and one in between each of those. Why was Craig up here? Because someone had told him to meet him there.

"So where are ya," Craig boomed impatiently. "You pathetic leopard freak?!"

"Right here." A voice said behind him. Craig turned. Sure enough, there he was. King. "Beatin' up little girls? A little low for you, isn't it?"

"Heh. Whaddya want, chump?"

"You know very well what I want. You're a menace, Craig Marduk. It's about time someone put a stop to you."

"Hmph. You still gnawin' on that bone? Gimme a break! That leopard nut is dead. If he was your mentor, then you stand no chance!"

"His name is Armor King. And he wasn't just my mentor. He was family to me! Oh, wait, you don't know the meaning of family, do you? No, I'll bet you don't even have one picture of them. I'll bet you even killed them!"

Craig's jaw clenched. "You want a fight, bub? You found one."

King cracked his knuckles and swung his arms to his side, preparing himself.

Craig walked up, banging the sides of his face with his fists.

"I'll break yo' face!!" He shouted.

"Bring it on!!" King replied.

They ran at each other, catching each other's hands, trying to push each other back. King was a muscleman. But Craig was the bigger muscleman. He was bigger and thicker than King was. King had a little speed, but what he relied on most was his combos.

Craig pushed King back and swung both fists upward, knocking him onto his back, then smashing the fists down on top of him. King rolled away and got up. He tried a hold move on Craig, but he was too big and Craig tossed him away again. So, King couldn't lift him either. This was trouble. Most of King's moves were holds or throws. He did have some other moves, though. These would have to be quick, but effective.

When Craig went for him, King ducked down and gave three swift kicks to the sensitive part of Craig's kneecap. He had to take a second to recover, giving King another chance to strike. He rolled away, then ran forward and jumped sideways, swinging his legs like a gate, slamming Craig onto his back. Both of them quickly got up. Craig crouched down like a football player, then tackled him. Craig stayed on King's waist and held his fist like he would punch him. King raised his hands to defend himself and Craig waited. King move his hand just a tad to see if Craig would move. By moving his hand just that little bit, he gave Craig an opening. He punched his face. King put his hands up again and Craig waited for his next opening. He found it and punched twice. King's head was being smashed into the ground. The more hits he took, the less coordinated he was, and the less he could defend himself. Soon, Craig was throwing punch after punch at King's head.

"C'mon!" Bam! Bam! "C'mon!" Bam! Bam! Bam! "This all you got, chump?!" He swung another punch. This one, King caught with both hands. Craig punched his stomach with his other hand. With both hands down, Craig's head was wide open. He wrapped both arms around Craig's neck and got one leg free of his crushing body and bashed it into his ribs, weakening him for a split-second. That split-second was all he needed to roll Craig over and begin smashing his face. And he didn't wait for an opening, he made one! He pushed past Craig's hands and bashed his face. Craig was also throwing a few punches to King's head and chest. Finally, Craig flipped his legs up and King flew over his head and into a statue. Craig got up and pulled King up and began swinging massive punches, pummeling King into a statue.

Author's Note: Craig always does this to me in this area.

Craig slammed King's head left, right, and back into the statue an uncountable amount of times. Then, he ran back and got down like a football linebacker again. King thought of this as a golden opportunity to try another cool move. Craig charged at full speed. King turned his back to Craig, jumped off the statue and flew straight into the air. Craig ran right into the statue, then King fell on him flatly and rolled away before Craig had a chance to counter.

Craig stood again and shook off the attack.

"So, you've got some fight in you after all!"

"And that's not all."

King jumped up and spun around, planting his foot on Craig's face. Craig shook it off and King tried again. This time, however, Craig ducked and grabbed King's face and spun around and smashed him into the ground, like he'd done with Ling this morning. Then he steamrolled him, and knocked him away with the Unblockable Tackle.

When King hit the ground, the sound and feel made him realize he hadn't hit concrete. He's hit glass. He had been thrown onto the skylight. He looked down and saw everyone looking at him. Craig ran over and swung his fists down, but King rolled out of the way. His fists cracked the glass and everyone below got out of the way, in case it broke. One person called security. King and Craig were not scheduled to have a match.

King was still on the ground, rolling across the slick glass, trying to avoid Craig's massive fists. Finally, he rolled backwards and stood. Craig laughed.

"I'm gonna tear you apart!" He roared and charged at King. King ducked low at the last second and grabbed Craig by the waist. He called upon every last ounce of strength in his body and lifted Craig's enormous body over his head and fell backwards, slamming Craig face-first into the skylight. As soon as he hit it, the glass shattered around them. King and Craig fell through the skylight and hit the pool hard.

At this time, security came in and saw them. A few dove into the water to retrieve the two unconscious bodies. The people around all looked at each other. This tournament had definitely taken a nasty turn.



Author's Note: I am extremely sorry about the wait. I had a severe case of writer's block. Fighting chapters do that to me. Thank you all for being patient. So, did you like it? Sorry about beating up Ling, but . . .sorry. Anyhow, I cannot guarantee the chapter will come up any quicker than this one, but it will be continued. See ya! Please review!