A/n: Well we're getting closer to the tournament! Aren't you all excited?! I am. ^.^ I'll have it here at Chapter 7, IF it doesn't come up in the next one. I'm running out of non-tournament ideas here so it's drawing close. Just trying to throw in some good storyline.

Disclaimer: You know Tekken is Namco's but did you know these following lyrics belong to Breaking Benjamin? O.O You didn't?! Well I didn't until I watched MTV!

Chapter 5: The wait has come to it's end.

"The day has come to an end.... The sun is over my head.... My Polyamorous fails! Caught me in the mass of trouble again!

So just when ya think that ya alright, I'm crawling out from the inside! I never hurt anyone... I never, let's end it all...

They've come to get me again... The cloud is over my head... My Polyamorous fails! Caught me in the mass of trouble again!---"

Since he got into his room the other night, to this minute at 7:00AM, King had his Breaking Benjamin CD blaring that song "Polyamorous" on repeat. He layed with his arms over his head, face down in the pillow, pretty much ignoring his roomie, Bryan, who didn't seem to mind about the music. King wondered if he even noticed it, let alone noticed him as well. Bryan hadn't said a word since they came in, and hadn't even looked at him. King's thoughts had been on Marduk since he stepped on the boat. Finally he sat up, looking to Bryan in disbelief.

"Do you speak at all?" King tilted his head aside, curious.

Bryan said nothing, just looked over his shoulder at him with that scarred glare, narrowed his eyes then looked back out the window. He was already prepared for today, dawned in his gloves, snakeskin pants and army boots, his arms crossed. King threw his hands up in the air giving up on making any conversation with the silent freak and collapsed back on the bed. He, himself was prepared to fight, wearing his wrestling pants with "Anger Of Beast" on the front, and his black wrestling boots. The pants are primarily a dark aqua green with black trim and leapord skin design on the outer sides of the legs.

"I knew you two years ago, Fury and I have to say you're one pain in the ass." King laughed to himself. "You got some cajones though my friend."

"Cajones...?" Bryan finally spoke! He looked over his shoulder and King gave a groan of disgust. Out of all the slang in the world people knew, this guy didn't know that word?

"Yeah, man! Cajones!" King sat up on the bed, looking in shock at Bryan, then gave a sigh. "God, it'd take me all day to explain a word like cajones t'you. And we ain't got all day."

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and King looked over his shoulder, then back at Bryan. "Say, big guy how about you do something productive and see who wants us?"

"How about you do it before I put your head through that fuckin' wall!" Bryan spun to fully face King, his expression clearly showed how annoyed and angry he was, even pointing to the wall behind King. King blinked.

"Good point, ese'." King gave a click of his tounge and got up, moving over to the door and with a gloved hand, opened it. He was face to face with a short Mishima soldier. Well, not short but one smaller than him. "What is it?"

"The tournament is beginning, here are your coordinates." He handed him two index cards, with his name on the corner of one and Bryan's on the corner of the other.

"Ah, muchos gracias, pinche joto." King gave a smile, after insulting the soldier, and closed the door, walking over to Bryan and handed him his card, after stealing a glance from it. "Says you're to go to the Mishima Mall in town in the main square."

Bryan snatched his card and looked at it, crumpled it up and threw it to the ground. "Hmph." And shoved King out of the way, walking back out of the hotel room and slammed the door behind him. King jumped some. "Jeez, that guy needs some anger management." He looked at his own card, which said "Shinjuku, Main Street."

"Well, here goes nothing." King cracked his neck, flexed his shoulders, grabbed his leapord mask, and headed out the door.

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The stone horse statue on the Building Roof shattered with a loud bang as Paul's broken, and bruised body hit it and he fell to the floor, coughing out a wad of blood which clung to his mouth and weakly pushed himself up on his hands and knees, putting a shakey foot on the ground he looked up with glazed eyes at his opponent whom he last saw at the second tournament 20 years ago.

Kazuya stood still with not a scratch on him, watching the boastful, cocky Paul Phoenix try to regain his footing. His body battered, bruised and bloody. His pants had several tears in them from the many times he had tossed him across the concrete floor. He smirked as he watched the helpless fighter struggle. He could have finished him off minutes ago but he enjoyed toying with him.

"You think you can beat me?" Paul finally got to his feet and held his stomach, pretty sure he had a broken rib or two. "You got somethin' else comin'!" He unleashed the last bit of adrenaline he had and charged at the Mishima master, a roar of rage coming from him as he drew back his fist, and swung it out like a wrecking ball for Kazuya's jaw. Kazuya stepped to the side and turned, grabbing Paul's forearm to jerk him into a tripping kick to his shins, causing his body to go parallel to the ground, then with his other arm, slammed his elbow into his lower spine to end the fight there but just to make sure, brought up a knee to meet Paul in the gut as he came down. Paul gasped as a huge wad of blood escaped his mouth from the knee hit and plunged to the floor, scarring up his back and lay there, barely able to move, groaning in weak pain.

Kazuya sighed some, shaking his head as he stepped over Paul and headed over for the doors to make his way out. "Koko de shine!" He said, looking behind him at Paul, then glanced to the observing Mishima gaurd to speak in english. "This fight is over.."

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Hwoarang moved his legs in a fury against Marshall Law, landing a plentiful combo of snap kicks, spin kicks and side kicks upon his face and upper body until he finally fell to his hands and one knee. The Korean stepped back as Law regained hos footing, glaring at him in a bloody mess before taking charge at him in a fit of rage. Hwoarang's eyes narrowed as he defied gravity, diving high into the air in a backflip, mocking one of Law's own moves against him, driving his feet seperately into his chin to throw him back, onto the ground for the knockout, landing in a crouch, smirking over his shoulder at the Mishima soldier, who nodded with approval.

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Steven Fox, wiped the blood from his nose and chin, before hacking out a wad of spit. His chinese opponent by the name of Lei Wulong hopped back and forth on his feet, bleeding as well with some a cocky smirk. Steve smirked and resumed his stance, scarred arm in the front of his "normal" arm as he shuffled forwards then back, suckering his opponent into his final mistake of the fight. Lei lunged in, swinging an outer swing kick for the blonde mans face. Steve stepped in, blocking with his right forearm then slid forward, throwing the fist of his scarred arm roughly across Leis face, sending him to the sandy floor of the beach and into the way of the ocean tide, the waves batting over his dazed body as Fox lowered his fists and gave a click of his tounge.

"Oye mate, what a joke!" And with a wave of his arm, turned walking off in disgust.

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King had so far avoided every move that his oppoent "Violet" had thrown at him, using his wrestling techniques of rolls and hops to the sides and away from his foe. At the same time he had landed in some hard and heavy blows as well as even slam attacks to the ground with Violet's body. The setting was in some underground pit room where bloodthirsty crowd members cheered them both on. It hadn't been too long before Violet had, had enough of this toying trick. It had been a no hit fight for the asian so far so he snorted, deciding to make a charge and slid to a near stop, swinging a hard side kick for King's head. At the same time the leapord masked warrior ducked and stepped in to hoist Violet up by the waist and turn his body upside down into a famous wrestling move called "the Tombstone" and without only a second of a wait, King fell to his knees to drive Violet's head against the hard surface before releasing his body to let the KOed form lay flat on the ground. King stood up and took a few steps back, raising one fist in victory. His first fight in the tournament and he hadn't recieved a single punch.

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SETTING TIME: 6:00PM, ISLAND CAFETERIA.

The first set of tournament rounds ended with high cheers of the fans, in addition to the fights of King, Steve, Hwoarang and Kazuya, Bryan Fury layed Craig Marduk out in a matter of seconds thanks to his enhancements. Yoshimitsu stood no chance against Jin and was defeated when Jin, single handedly(literally) flung him by the foot through a car windshield in the Mall's parking lot. Xiaoyu KOed Christie Monteiro for an outstanding win just a few minutes of a walk away in the very lobby of the mall, sending her slam into the large fountain and was now sitting with her as the entire crew ate dinner, talking friendly(for the most part that is). Julia also defeated Nina, thanks to her acrobatic agility which worked well against simple Aikido.

"So ya stomped him real good huh King?!" Hwoarang took a drink of his tea, as King told of his fight against Violet.

King shrugged and took a bite of his sweet and sour chicken with chopsticks. "So I threw a couple o'dirty punches at him. Barely a workout."

"I had to fight Nina Williams." Julia said, eating some noodles, pausing. "I beat her but she was a tough one."

King leaned back, looking around as Heihachi congratulated everyone on their progress. Losers today had 3 more chances to win before they were totally disqualified. King eyed Marduk, watching him shovel food into his mouth. He narrowed his eyes, in thought. 'You're mine pendejo.'

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Kazuya stood out on the cliff of the island, watching the waves crash against the rocks. Thoughts of defeating his father and his son, running through his head. Kazuya was in the middle of all of this. All 3 of them, Heihachi, Kazuya and Jin wanted to see the other two of the family aside themselves dead for their own personal goals. Kazuya swore his soul to Devil that it would be Jin and Heihachi who died. Not him. His wet hair, from sweat blew across his face in the wind and his eyes narrowed as his fists clentched. Time drew closer and closer.

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I AM SO DAMN SORRY THIS CHAPTER WAS LATE! MY COMPUTER WAS JUST FIXED AGAIN! I promise that the next chapter(s) wont take so long to arrive. Please R&R. Do I still got the talent?