Disclaimer: Tekken is Namcos

You may have seen a Chapter for a 5th Tekken fanfic by me around, but I wanted to make my own version of a Tekken 4 story so I took it off. But I PROMISE it will be back up as soon as I finish this. So read on and enjoy.

Chapter 1: A new tournament, draws fighters.

He was watching WWE on his couch when his phone rang. He wore a pair of black sweat pants and a white tanktop. He had just showered and was settling in. King picked up the phone and muted the TV, speaking into it.

"Buenos dias?" He leaned back, scratching the side of his nose casually(he had his mask off).

"Mr. King?" It was a professional female's voice.

"Si, senorita." He narrowed his eyes some, curious because he never got calls from people who called him Mr. King.

"Good evening sir. This is the Arizona State Hospital, we have a friend of yours in critical condition."

King put a hand over his mouth, his expression turning worried. "Oh my god what happened?"

"I think you should come down here sir." The woman suggested.

King hung up and jumped from his couch, running over to the side of his door and jerked his tennis shoes on, threw on a jacket and a baseball cap on backwards, running out to his car. He hopped in and started up, taking off fast like the wind for the hospital. He peeled into the parking lot and got out, running through the doors up to the desk.

"Hi, I'm King." He said, out of breathe.

The woman looked up, who had called him. "Good evening. Your friend is in Room 6, down the hall."

"Gracias!" King pushed off and ran down the hall, almost running into the janitor who was pushing the dinner tray carts. He came to Room 6 and pushed the door open, running inside. He gave a cry of despair when he saw specifically who it was.

"Armor!" He ran to the side, instantly taking his hand. It was his friend, best know to the people as Armor King. They were tag team partners in their wrestling occupation and blood brothers for life. But what King saw here brought a tear down his cheek. Nearly his entire face was wrapped in bandages, his arm was plugged with an IV, his neck was in a brace, and he was on oxygen support. "My god, what happened?!" He turned back to one of the doctors.

"He had a quarrel with a drunk in the bar a few blocks down. The police have apprehended him." The doctor said, writing on a notepad. "Sir, if you don't mind, we need to continue in our aid. If you'll wait outside please, we'll have a report to you as soon as possible."

King closed his eyes, trying to stay strong and nodded, squeezing his friend's hand. "Hang in there man. I'm in your corner." He stood up and walked slowly outside with his head hung low, and sat down in one of the chairs, leaned down and covered his face with his hands.

~30 minutes later~

King had drifted off in the chair and was snoring softly, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jumped lightly and looked up to see the doctor from Armor King's room, looking down at him with grief on his face.

"What?...What is it?!" King said, fearing the worse. And to his despair he was right.

"I'm so sorry sir....he didn't make it." The doctor said with deep sympathy.

"NO!" King jumped up and grabbed the doctor's shoulders. "You're mistaken!! He's not dead!!!!"

The doctor remained calm. "Mr. King, I'm deeply sorry. We did everything we could, but he just couldn't hold on anymore."

King squeezed his eyes tight to hold the tears in but he couldn't. His hands became weak and fell off of the doctor's shoulders as he collapsed to his knees. His shoulders shook as he sobbed heavily, making no sound, except for short chokes of breath. Tears instantly poured down his face as he leaned down, placing his head on the floor and began banging a fist on it, making heavy, dull thuds. This lasted a moment before he calmed down and his sobbing stopped. He took a deep breath in and let it out as he looked up. His eyes red from crying, cheeks damp as his teeth came together into an angry glare. His fists closed together as he rose to his feet and stormed for the hospital exit, with only one thought in his mind. "Revenge."

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It was 20:15 AM and Ling Xiaoyu was still awake in her room, playing on the internet as she often did. All she did was browse for junk, chat and email. Typical for a teen. Her long black hair was tied in a single ponytail behind her hed and she wore a white t-shirt that went down to her mid thighs. She rubbed her eyes and was just about to close out when the computer dinged. "You've Got Mail!"

"Oh." She said to herself and smiled softly, clicking on the email icon. She had one new message with "Urgent" as the subject. She bit her lip in curiousity and opened it up. There was no name of the sender, just the message.

"Heihachi is up to no good. You are in danger. Stay away from the tournament, if you've heard of it. If not, you have now. Stay away!" Was all the email said. Xiaoyu bit her lip again and clicked on 'Reply' and typed in, "Who are you?" and hit send. After that she closed the internet and computer off and went off to bed.

Days went by and Xiaoyu recieved no further emails. She lay in her bed, thinking day after day about it. Finally she came to a conclusion and despite the email's order to stay away from the "Tournament", she browsed the internet and just as she suspected, found information on a tournament being run by Heihachi Mishima of the Mishima Zaibatsu. The King Of The Iron Fist Tournament 4. December 31st.

"So that's it." She said to herself and looked at her calender. It was the 29th. She still had time to catch a plane to Japan. She exed out of that site and went to an airline site, to get herself a ticket. She was determined to find answers!

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His fist drove hard into the punching bag's surface but the man didn't grunt. He drew his fist back and followed up with a quick combo of punches, sweat beaming down his face. He had to get in shape for the oncoming tournament. He already had his flight set and he was to leave in a matter of hours. He had set his timer which would end his training and he would shower, and get a taxi to the airport. His hood covered his face completely and he sneered, huffing as he hit the bag again over and over and over. The timer rang and he heard a buzz.

Jin Kazama gritted his teeth and suddenly turned, driving his heel into the bag, tearing the surface away and his foot hit the floor. Sand rushed out and piled on the floor. He panted, watching the sand pour. He blinked at the same time and a sudden vision hit his mind. His youthful and beautiful mother, smiling down upon him. He narrowed his eyes and headed in for the shower.

~Hours Later~ Jin sat in his seat near the window, staring out of it as the plane took off. This was it....this was his destiny.

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A gaurd moved down the corridor of the Arizona State Penitentary. Many prisoners cussed, screamed and spit at him. Others gave him terrifying looks which he ignored and stopped at a dark cell, tapping his night stick on the bars.

"Let's go Marduk, Chief's office." The gaurd said and slid the door open, becoming nervous. Why? Perhaps he was afraid of the monster of a man that came out of the cell and he stepped back, trying to hide his fear. The prisoner was so big the prison outfit was almost too small for him, and his greasy black hair hung in his face. Marduk looked down at him with a cold stare.

"What is it?" He said in a deep, dark voice.

"Ahem. Chief needs you. Let's go." He headed back to the Chief's office, with the shadow of the prisoner towering over him. He went into the chief's office, glad to not be alone with this giant anymore. Marduk stepped up to the desk, staring down at the chief.

The chief looked up at him, smoking a cigar. "Craig Marduk. How's your 2 our of 10 years been?"

"What do you think, bub?" Craig said, staring down at him.

The chief chuckled, pulling something out of his drawer. "I think you're going to be quiet pleased." He tossed an envelope on the desk to Craig. He picked it up and looked at it, then at the chief.

"Now pack your shit and get the hell out of my prison." The chief waved a hand to Craig.

Craig raised his brows. "I'm free?"

"Yeah, you're free. Somebody paid a large amount of money for your bail off. Now get the hell out of here before I used that money to buy my mom a condo."

Craig packed his stuff and was now sitting in the taxi as it drove off from the prison. He looked at the envelope and tore it open, pulling out a plane ticket to Japan and a folded up article. He opened the article up. It was an invitation to a 'King Of The Iron Fist Tournament 4'. Craig read the details and smiled. He liked what he saw and leaned back in his seat.

"Nothin' like kickin' the shit outta people for the fun of it." He said and tucked the ticket and article back into the envelope as the taxi continued to drive. He liked the idea of the tournament. 'It could be fun.' Craig thought with a laugh.

*********************************************************************** There's Chapter 1. I hope you all like it. Please send me some reviews. I'd like to keep writing this but I don't want it to be pointless, if people don't want me to I won't.