Rating: Ages 17 and up
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Tekken.
"Hello?" said Hwoarang again
"………..Are you the Korean Kangster…?" asked the mysterious caller
"Huh? Who the hell is this" demanded Hwoarang looking frustrated
"Come to the West Bridge Hotel" said the caller
"Who are you?!?" questioned Hwoarang pissed
Click……
The mysterious had hung up the phone. Hwoarang had wondered who the heck could of have known his number, or even know that his nickname in the streets is "Korean Kangster". Could he be something……..?
Hwoarang had a billion questions flowing through his mind. Questions weren't going to be answered just standing there, might as well go to the destination the street expert declared. Hwoarang quickly put away his cell phone by clipping to his side-pocket then starting up the engine for the motorcycle.
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The two connected doors of the West Bridge Hotel opened by two door men letting in a young guy. Hwoarang approached a nearby bench and sat down. He looked around first, to check out the place, after all this is Korean, and the caller had seemed to be British.
This Hotel is a Grand Hotel where only the rich stay at, more like the rich part of Korea. Could this guy be a snitch? Not even a snitch would hide in a tourist place as nice such as this one right here. The lights were so shiny, the walls reflected everything as it was a mirror. The floor and ceiling resembled each other with the same design and tablets. People were all around here, tourist, business men, poker players, and even gangs. What kind of place is this? The whole place was so enormous.
The phone rang……….
"Yea. I'm here" said Hwoarang answering the phone
"Go to the clerk at the counter and she will tell you what you need to know from there" said the caller Click……….
The Tae Kwon Do expert exerted his body off the side bench of the West Bridge Hotel and approached the counter. The clerk there seemed very generous and nice. She did not say anything yet she just handed him a little piece of note.
"What is this? 7 0 7? Is this a room number?" asked Hwoarang
"That was what the note that was left for you, any other information I cannot say" said the woman clerk
Hwoarang looked around and searched for an elevator, he finally found one close to the far end of the floor. There were at least four elevators over there, two was seemed to be guarded by thugs in a black suit and the other two were free. Hwoarang curiosity got the best of him as he went up to one of the thugs . Hwoarang is a feared gang leader, and very bold. He was the same size as the same size considering that he is a street thug himself at one time.
"Hey this elevator is off limits to any unauthorized personnel" said the thug
"I don't feel like using the other two, how about you let me use this one eh?" said Hwoarang in a tone that meant trouble
"Hahahahahah. Who is this guy?" said the thug
Hwoarang didn't wanted to answer any of the question, because he knew that actions speak louder then words. Hwoarang took a quick look around as to see how many guys were actually guarding the two elevators, there was exactly six. Lets take this three at a time.
"Hey, this guy still here?" said the thug in the black suit who Hwoarang is still standing in front of
Hwoarang took his actions quickly as he punched the thug standing in front of him in the abdomen almost tearing it if didn't know how to block or guard against it correctly. After about two punches to the stomach, Hwoarang reached for the man's left hand twisting it about ninety degrees angle then twisting it hard enough making the whole man body twist and felled down to the ground. Talk about twisted.
Now there are five guys left, this is how Hwoarang always fought on the streets, him against the crowd. The fighting was making a huge crowd with everyone watching and enjoying.
Hwoarang got into his fighting stance getting prepared for an oncoming assault as he could sense the opponent next move. And there it was, one of the man in black charged at Hwoarang with his two arms, the Tae Kwon Do expert quickly evaded this attack, then shifting his weight to the left, he did a very brutal attack on the thug. Hwoarang kicked up as high in the air as he can while still holding his fighting stance then dropping his right leg back down hard on the thug neck, the man yelled out in pain.
Hwoarang then kept his punching going, kicks going, and throw moves at a very steady pace of movement. Hand and legs were thrown everywhere, but during the whole fight, Hwoarang didn't seemed to be getting any tired at all.
The fight was over after Hwoarang did a leap turn-around kick sending the other guy flying hitting the trash can. The crowd roared and cheered. Hwoarang took the applaud praise as a show. He was use to all of this since he used to get into street fighting all the time.
"Anybody wanna use this elevator? It's free to the public" yelled put Hwoarang in his native Korean language
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As Hwoarang was making his way along the 7th floor coming around on the silky cleaned floor of the building hotel. Hwoarang was walking by the rooms, there was 710, 709 on the other side, and now 707 the room of his destination.
Hwoarang put his palm on the door knob, it was locked tightly. Hwoarang tried to picked the lock with the two needles in his pocket, but it didn't work, the door was locked tight and can only be opened from the inside. Guess this door is one of those special kind.
There only one way in, and that was to knock on the door. He did so, he knocked on the door twice. Then suddenly moments later, the doors opened. Hwoarang was greeted by a blonde haired man, hair was as long as Hwoarang's hair but it was blonde. The man was wearing a Hawaii shirt that had sandy trees on them followed by brown pants and black shoes. The mans seemed to be quite fit.
"Come on in" greeted the blonde hair man
Hwoarang entered the room and the door was immediately locked shut. The room was pretty dark even though considering that it is near the afternoon. Curtains and blinds covered up all the windows, the light was turned off, you could not barely see anything in the room, beside the couch and the flat screen TV that was in the opposite end of the position of the couch. The only light available to see was the one on the stand next to the couch.
"Please, have a seat" insisted the mysterious caller
"Yea. Who are you" questioned Hwoarang keeping his guard up
"Don't be so uptight………. Hwoarang" said the blonde hair man
"How do you know my name?" asked Hwoarang now looking anxious to see what's going on
"My name is Steve Fox" said the blonde hair man
"Steve Fox…." mumbled Hwoarang thinking that the name sounds familiar
"Wait a minute, aren't you the guy from Britain who was the Heavy-Weight champion in boxing?" asked Hwoarang sounding excited a little bit
"That's right. I fled my country in order to survive my death and live my life" said Steve
"What brings you here to Korea?" questioned Hwoarang getting to know the boxing champ
"I need you help" said Steve
"My help? For what? It'll cost you" said Hwoarang telling Steve everything at first hand
"I need you and you need me as well" said Steve giving a bargain of his own
"What?" demanded Hwoarang
"Lets just say I can get you out of the army cadet and get you in the King of Iron Fist Tournament" said Steve with a smirk on his face
"And what do you want in return" asked Hwoarang getting interested now
"We both want the same thing, the glory of wining and fame" said Steve
"Bullshit" said Hwoarang with a don't care type of look
"Now I'm the one confused here" said Steve scratching his head
"That is not my soul purpose in the tournament this time" said Hwoarang saying those words with a fist of blows and punches
"Then what do you want" asked Steve
"You don't need to know, just stay out of my business and affairs" said Hwoarang warning the boxing champ
"But before we actually began, I got a billion question for you to answer man, like how do you know me, I want everything" said Hwoarang
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Author's note: Please review and enjoy!!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Tekken.
"Hello?" said Hwoarang again
"………..Are you the Korean Kangster…?" asked the mysterious caller
"Huh? Who the hell is this" demanded Hwoarang looking frustrated
"Come to the West Bridge Hotel" said the caller
"Who are you?!?" questioned Hwoarang pissed
Click……
The mysterious had hung up the phone. Hwoarang had wondered who the heck could of have known his number, or even know that his nickname in the streets is "Korean Kangster". Could he be something……..?
Hwoarang had a billion questions flowing through his mind. Questions weren't going to be answered just standing there, might as well go to the destination the street expert declared. Hwoarang quickly put away his cell phone by clipping to his side-pocket then starting up the engine for the motorcycle.
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The two connected doors of the West Bridge Hotel opened by two door men letting in a young guy. Hwoarang approached a nearby bench and sat down. He looked around first, to check out the place, after all this is Korean, and the caller had seemed to be British.
This Hotel is a Grand Hotel where only the rich stay at, more like the rich part of Korea. Could this guy be a snitch? Not even a snitch would hide in a tourist place as nice such as this one right here. The lights were so shiny, the walls reflected everything as it was a mirror. The floor and ceiling resembled each other with the same design and tablets. People were all around here, tourist, business men, poker players, and even gangs. What kind of place is this? The whole place was so enormous.
The phone rang……….
"Yea. I'm here" said Hwoarang answering the phone
"Go to the clerk at the counter and she will tell you what you need to know from there" said the caller Click……….
The Tae Kwon Do expert exerted his body off the side bench of the West Bridge Hotel and approached the counter. The clerk there seemed very generous and nice. She did not say anything yet she just handed him a little piece of note.
"What is this? 7 0 7? Is this a room number?" asked Hwoarang
"That was what the note that was left for you, any other information I cannot say" said the woman clerk
Hwoarang looked around and searched for an elevator, he finally found one close to the far end of the floor. There were at least four elevators over there, two was seemed to be guarded by thugs in a black suit and the other two were free. Hwoarang curiosity got the best of him as he went up to one of the thugs . Hwoarang is a feared gang leader, and very bold. He was the same size as the same size considering that he is a street thug himself at one time.
"Hey this elevator is off limits to any unauthorized personnel" said the thug
"I don't feel like using the other two, how about you let me use this one eh?" said Hwoarang in a tone that meant trouble
"Hahahahahah. Who is this guy?" said the thug
Hwoarang didn't wanted to answer any of the question, because he knew that actions speak louder then words. Hwoarang took a quick look around as to see how many guys were actually guarding the two elevators, there was exactly six. Lets take this three at a time.
"Hey, this guy still here?" said the thug in the black suit who Hwoarang is still standing in front of
Hwoarang took his actions quickly as he punched the thug standing in front of him in the abdomen almost tearing it if didn't know how to block or guard against it correctly. After about two punches to the stomach, Hwoarang reached for the man's left hand twisting it about ninety degrees angle then twisting it hard enough making the whole man body twist and felled down to the ground. Talk about twisted.
Now there are five guys left, this is how Hwoarang always fought on the streets, him against the crowd. The fighting was making a huge crowd with everyone watching and enjoying.
Hwoarang got into his fighting stance getting prepared for an oncoming assault as he could sense the opponent next move. And there it was, one of the man in black charged at Hwoarang with his two arms, the Tae Kwon Do expert quickly evaded this attack, then shifting his weight to the left, he did a very brutal attack on the thug. Hwoarang kicked up as high in the air as he can while still holding his fighting stance then dropping his right leg back down hard on the thug neck, the man yelled out in pain.
Hwoarang then kept his punching going, kicks going, and throw moves at a very steady pace of movement. Hand and legs were thrown everywhere, but during the whole fight, Hwoarang didn't seemed to be getting any tired at all.
The fight was over after Hwoarang did a leap turn-around kick sending the other guy flying hitting the trash can. The crowd roared and cheered. Hwoarang took the applaud praise as a show. He was use to all of this since he used to get into street fighting all the time.
"Anybody wanna use this elevator? It's free to the public" yelled put Hwoarang in his native Korean language
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
As Hwoarang was making his way along the 7th floor coming around on the silky cleaned floor of the building hotel. Hwoarang was walking by the rooms, there was 710, 709 on the other side, and now 707 the room of his destination.
Hwoarang put his palm on the door knob, it was locked tightly. Hwoarang tried to picked the lock with the two needles in his pocket, but it didn't work, the door was locked tight and can only be opened from the inside. Guess this door is one of those special kind.
There only one way in, and that was to knock on the door. He did so, he knocked on the door twice. Then suddenly moments later, the doors opened. Hwoarang was greeted by a blonde haired man, hair was as long as Hwoarang's hair but it was blonde. The man was wearing a Hawaii shirt that had sandy trees on them followed by brown pants and black shoes. The mans seemed to be quite fit.
"Come on in" greeted the blonde hair man
Hwoarang entered the room and the door was immediately locked shut. The room was pretty dark even though considering that it is near the afternoon. Curtains and blinds covered up all the windows, the light was turned off, you could not barely see anything in the room, beside the couch and the flat screen TV that was in the opposite end of the position of the couch. The only light available to see was the one on the stand next to the couch.
"Please, have a seat" insisted the mysterious caller
"Yea. Who are you" questioned Hwoarang keeping his guard up
"Don't be so uptight………. Hwoarang" said the blonde hair man
"How do you know my name?" asked Hwoarang now looking anxious to see what's going on
"My name is Steve Fox" said the blonde hair man
"Steve Fox…." mumbled Hwoarang thinking that the name sounds familiar
"Wait a minute, aren't you the guy from Britain who was the Heavy-Weight champion in boxing?" asked Hwoarang sounding excited a little bit
"That's right. I fled my country in order to survive my death and live my life" said Steve
"What brings you here to Korea?" questioned Hwoarang getting to know the boxing champ
"I need you help" said Steve
"My help? For what? It'll cost you" said Hwoarang telling Steve everything at first hand
"I need you and you need me as well" said Steve giving a bargain of his own
"What?" demanded Hwoarang
"Lets just say I can get you out of the army cadet and get you in the King of Iron Fist Tournament" said Steve with a smirk on his face
"And what do you want in return" asked Hwoarang getting interested now
"We both want the same thing, the glory of wining and fame" said Steve
"Bullshit" said Hwoarang with a don't care type of look
"Now I'm the one confused here" said Steve scratching his head
"That is not my soul purpose in the tournament this time" said Hwoarang saying those words with a fist of blows and punches
"Then what do you want" asked Steve
"You don't need to know, just stay out of my business and affairs" said Hwoarang warning the boxing champ
"But before we actually began, I got a billion question for you to answer man, like how do you know me, I want everything" said Hwoarang
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Author's note: Please review and enjoy!!