Prologue:
Ultra-Violet, Ultra-Violent
He had forgotten what it's like.
The smoke and sweat of the underground, the harsh cries of the crowd, the vicious combatants fighting for the all-mighty dollar...
In his life of luxury he forgot the feeling. He became something he always loathed. A businessman... A Mishima.
Lee Choalan was defeated in the Iron Fist Tournament 4. Lee had the most sophisticated equipment and the best sparring partners in his gymnasium, he trained six hours a day for the tournament, and he trained his body back into top fighting form. He had the physique, he had the skills, but Lee didn't have the one thing that gained him respect all those years back: he didn't have heart.
After the Silver Devil lost the tournament, he fell into depression. He didn't know what he was lacking. Lee started questioning himself. He asked himself: why was I the Silver Devil all those years back? Why no longer? And finally he asked himself; what have I become?
In his depression Lee lost all material things he had gained. He lost the mansion, the company and he lost Combot. Lee was broke. He needed cash. That's why he came here in Hong Kong. I'm going to find my way back up to the top. He said. This time I'm starting afresh. I am not the Silver Devil. I am Violet.
The air was stale with cigarette smoke. People stared in aw at the young man who stood in the centre of the crowd. He was stripped to the waist; his muscular physique reminded Lee of his step-brother Kazuya. Unlike Kazuya, this man's black hair hung wildly around his shoulders, his eyes were fierce but he shown no sign of internal strength. Another Chinese man showered by Western propaganda.
A skinny man in a Western business suit announced the China-man's name.
"From mainland China: The Chinese Bull!" The crowd went nuts. "Who will fight the Chinese Bull?"
The crowd went silent. A short paused passed. Lee strode to the centre. The crowd sniggered at the purple-shirted Chinese man. Lee stepped up to the announcer. He looked Lee up.
"Purple hair? You're not serious are you?" He sneered. The crowd went silent. "What's your name?" He asked.
"Violet." Lee replied.
A woman giggled in the crowd. The betting odds were against him. Perfect.
"Violet..." The little man puffed on his cigar. He adjusted his glasses then stroked his moustache. "Place your bets, The Chinese Bull versus Violet!"
The crowd hurried their bets. They were in the money... Or so they thought.
The announcer called the betting to an end. He told the two exponents to move either side of the circle. Lee stared at the Chinese Bull, he stared back. Lee's image was reflected in his enemy's eye and his enemy's image was reflected in Lee's at the same time. Lee wiped his sunglasses with his thumb.
"Fight!"
Immediately the Chinese Bull lunged forward with a cross. Lee covered the Bull's fist with his lead arm, spun around and executed a Violet Cutter to his temple. The momentum generated by the spin was enough to knock the Bull to his hands and knees. Without wasting time Lee stepped forward and lifted his lead leg in a left-splits kick that came crashing down on the Bull's spine. He fell flat on his chest. The crowd went wild.
Lee walked around the Bull as he was getting up. "Chinese Bull... More like Chinese Bullshit!"
This angered the Chinese Bull. He growled as he stood up.
"Why you pink son of a bitch!" He screamed. "I'll kill you!"
He leapt forward with a clumsy haymaker. Lee stepped to the side and axe- kicked his shoulder. Lee's foot got caught on the Bull's right shoulder. The Bull looked at Lee. Lee raised his eyebrow. The Chinese Bull made a sudden attempt to grab Lee's foot but he quickly twisted his foot into a side-kick which crunched into the Bull's jaw. The Chinese Bull staggered into the crowd. I love having flexible hips!
The Chinese Bull pushed the crowd back and turned towards Lee, fists raised. Lee chambered his leg into a side-kick position.
"Hands are for doorknobs and legs break down doors!" Lee kicked his leg out into a split and kept it there. "I bet you played hooky instead of practicing your kung-fu, eh?"
The Chinese Bull's anger reached new limits. "How dare you!"
He ran forwards as Lee dropped his leg. This time he charged at Lee. When he was in range, Choalan side-kicked the Bull's knee which made him kneel. He threw a straight lead punch which Lee grabbed. Choalan coiled his lead leg around the Bull's arm and pushed his head back with his instep. He was immobilized.
The crowd screamed for blood. Their calls filled Lee's ears. I'm back in the game.
Lee Choalan snapped the Chinese Bull's arm with a sickening crack. He fell to the floor in pain. Lee stood erect and looked around at the crowd who went wild. Some, remembering the bet they placed, fell to their knees in despair.
The announcer stared at Lee, jaw on the floor. After a moment he snapped out of his trance and held the Silver Devil's arm in the air.
"The winner is Violet!"
Lee's heart pounded with triumph. This is where he belongs.
Ultra-Violet, Ultra-Violent
He had forgotten what it's like.
The smoke and sweat of the underground, the harsh cries of the crowd, the vicious combatants fighting for the all-mighty dollar...
In his life of luxury he forgot the feeling. He became something he always loathed. A businessman... A Mishima.
Lee Choalan was defeated in the Iron Fist Tournament 4. Lee had the most sophisticated equipment and the best sparring partners in his gymnasium, he trained six hours a day for the tournament, and he trained his body back into top fighting form. He had the physique, he had the skills, but Lee didn't have the one thing that gained him respect all those years back: he didn't have heart.
After the Silver Devil lost the tournament, he fell into depression. He didn't know what he was lacking. Lee started questioning himself. He asked himself: why was I the Silver Devil all those years back? Why no longer? And finally he asked himself; what have I become?
In his depression Lee lost all material things he had gained. He lost the mansion, the company and he lost Combot. Lee was broke. He needed cash. That's why he came here in Hong Kong. I'm going to find my way back up to the top. He said. This time I'm starting afresh. I am not the Silver Devil. I am Violet.
The air was stale with cigarette smoke. People stared in aw at the young man who stood in the centre of the crowd. He was stripped to the waist; his muscular physique reminded Lee of his step-brother Kazuya. Unlike Kazuya, this man's black hair hung wildly around his shoulders, his eyes were fierce but he shown no sign of internal strength. Another Chinese man showered by Western propaganda.
A skinny man in a Western business suit announced the China-man's name.
"From mainland China: The Chinese Bull!" The crowd went nuts. "Who will fight the Chinese Bull?"
The crowd went silent. A short paused passed. Lee strode to the centre. The crowd sniggered at the purple-shirted Chinese man. Lee stepped up to the announcer. He looked Lee up.
"Purple hair? You're not serious are you?" He sneered. The crowd went silent. "What's your name?" He asked.
"Violet." Lee replied.
A woman giggled in the crowd. The betting odds were against him. Perfect.
"Violet..." The little man puffed on his cigar. He adjusted his glasses then stroked his moustache. "Place your bets, The Chinese Bull versus Violet!"
The crowd hurried their bets. They were in the money... Or so they thought.
The announcer called the betting to an end. He told the two exponents to move either side of the circle. Lee stared at the Chinese Bull, he stared back. Lee's image was reflected in his enemy's eye and his enemy's image was reflected in Lee's at the same time. Lee wiped his sunglasses with his thumb.
"Fight!"
Immediately the Chinese Bull lunged forward with a cross. Lee covered the Bull's fist with his lead arm, spun around and executed a Violet Cutter to his temple. The momentum generated by the spin was enough to knock the Bull to his hands and knees. Without wasting time Lee stepped forward and lifted his lead leg in a left-splits kick that came crashing down on the Bull's spine. He fell flat on his chest. The crowd went wild.
Lee walked around the Bull as he was getting up. "Chinese Bull... More like Chinese Bullshit!"
This angered the Chinese Bull. He growled as he stood up.
"Why you pink son of a bitch!" He screamed. "I'll kill you!"
He leapt forward with a clumsy haymaker. Lee stepped to the side and axe- kicked his shoulder. Lee's foot got caught on the Bull's right shoulder. The Bull looked at Lee. Lee raised his eyebrow. The Chinese Bull made a sudden attempt to grab Lee's foot but he quickly twisted his foot into a side-kick which crunched into the Bull's jaw. The Chinese Bull staggered into the crowd. I love having flexible hips!
The Chinese Bull pushed the crowd back and turned towards Lee, fists raised. Lee chambered his leg into a side-kick position.
"Hands are for doorknobs and legs break down doors!" Lee kicked his leg out into a split and kept it there. "I bet you played hooky instead of practicing your kung-fu, eh?"
The Chinese Bull's anger reached new limits. "How dare you!"
He ran forwards as Lee dropped his leg. This time he charged at Lee. When he was in range, Choalan side-kicked the Bull's knee which made him kneel. He threw a straight lead punch which Lee grabbed. Choalan coiled his lead leg around the Bull's arm and pushed his head back with his instep. He was immobilized.
The crowd screamed for blood. Their calls filled Lee's ears. I'm back in the game.
Lee Choalan snapped the Chinese Bull's arm with a sickening crack. He fell to the floor in pain. Lee stood erect and looked around at the crowd who went wild. Some, remembering the bet they placed, fell to their knees in despair.
The announcer stared at Lee, jaw on the floor. After a moment he snapped out of his trance and held the Silver Devil's arm in the air.
"The winner is Violet!"
Lee's heart pounded with triumph. This is where he belongs.