Iron Fist
By Corey Sonier Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken or any of the characters ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------
Chapter 2
In 3 days
Jin Kazama resumed training until the day of the meeting arrived. He walked out of the room, and changed into his good clothes. He arrived at the large building on time, and walked through the doors. All his old opponents were sitting in chairs around the large table. He sat at the edge of the table at an empty chair, and looked at all of the fighters. Hwoarang, Xiaoyu, King, Yoshimitsu, Christie, just to name a few. He looked all around the table. "Isn't Kazuya supposed to be here?" he thought to himself. The man cleared his throat and spoke. He announced all the pairings.
Jin heard his pairing. Jin vs. Hwoarang. The first match of the tournament against his rival. How perfect. The man called out the last pairing and Jin went back down to the lobby. Pictures of the past tournaments hung upon the wall. A large one of Heihachi hung in the center. Jin went to his limo and rode back to the dojo. He went straight to the training room and sat down.
How could Heihachi die? He had a top-notch security system, guards all around the place, and he was one of the best fighters around. It must've been an inside job. It could've been Kazuya, possessed by Devil. No way of knowing for sure. Maybe someone at the tournament knew. He arrived at the tournament that Sunday and prepared to his fight. He knew Hwoarang would be at his best after his training no doubt. He met up with Hwoarang on his way to the ring. "Hey, Hwoarang. I wanna make a deal with you." Jin said, looking at Hwoarang. Hwoarang tilted his head and smiled. "Well then. The almighty Jin wants to make a deal with me. Well then, what do you want?" "If I beat you, you tell me all you know about Heihachi's death." Jin said. "Sounds fair. I don't guess you're gonna hear much." Hwoarang said walking away, laughing. Jin smirked. "With the way I beat you, I'm not sure if you're even going to be able to talk." Jin laughed. He made his way to the large platform that he'd be fighting the first match on. Hwoarang stepped up and started stretching before the match. Jin went up on the platform and just stood there waiting.
The announcer raised his hand and spoke to the microphone. "Round 1! FIGHT!!!" Hwoarang charged toward Jin and kicked him straight in the ribs. Jin stumbled back and countered with a Corpse Thrust and flung Hwoarang 10 feet back towards the end of the platform. Hwoarang sprang back up and drop kicked Jin in the shins, causing Jin to drop to the floor. Jin rolled forwards with his right foot up, hitting Hwoarang in the chest. Hwoarang winced and did a combo of kicks and punches on Jin. Jin blocked all the hits and punched Hwoarang right in the jaw. Hwoarang doubled over and grunted. Jin stomped on his leg and backed up, waiting for Hwoarang to get up. Blood leaked out for Hwoarang's mouth as he stumbled up and shifted to his left stance. He double punched Jin in the ribs and drop kicked him in the ankle. Before Jin could fall, Hwoarang performed an uppercut on Jin and flung him upward. Jin coughed up a mouthful of blood, which landed on the floor. Jin plummeted to the ground and struggled to get up after that blow. It was one of Hwoarang's strongest techniques. Jin managed to get up and stand straight. A red aura glowed around him, his body flowing with power. He walked over to Hwoarang and punched his fist straight into his stomach. He then swung his left foot straight into his ribs sending him 5 feet into the air. While falling, Jin elbowed him in the spine when he was mid-way to the ground. Hwoarang hit the ground hard, making part of the stone platform crack. Ruby-colored blood running down his face, he turned on his back. "Jin," he said. "I'll meet you at your dojo in 3 days. Then I will tell you what I know." Hwoarang said, getting dragged away by the medics.
Jin got his wounds healed by the medical department at the arena and went back to the dojo. He didn't see Kazuya watching the match with all the others. Where was he? He must've gotten a letter. Or did he? Maybe the tournament organizers finally got smart and banned him. One less fighter he'd have to knock out. But he wouldn't get the information he needed. He had a feeling Heihachi wasn't dead. He was probably just hiding somewhere like a little kid. And he would just poke his head out of the wall and go "Boo." Jin smirked at the thought. He walked down the path and got in his limousine and rode back to the dojo. He got out of the limo and walked to the door and opened it. He walked in, looking in the main room where his master was usually sitting at this time. Except, this time he wasn't sitting. Jin stared horrified at his murdered master. Blood still dripping on the floor, so it wasn't executed long ago. Jin figured it happened 30 minutes ago. He went to the cemetery carrying his dead master and buried him there. He bowed his bead and said a prayer for him and went back to the dojo. He went to bed that night, but couldn't fall asleep. The horrific images of the blood and the body of his master still painted in his mind. But he couldn't let that bother him. He had to focus his entire mind on the tournament and preparing. He had to get stronger in case he had to face Kazuya once more. And he knew that Heihachi was just waiting for the right moment to strike.
---------------------------------------------------------------( Author's note: I made it longer this time. Thanks for all the reviews and keep 'em coming. I liked this chapter. I didn't thing it'd come out right, but surprisingly, it did.
By Corey Sonier Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken or any of the characters ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------
Chapter 2
In 3 days
Jin Kazama resumed training until the day of the meeting arrived. He walked out of the room, and changed into his good clothes. He arrived at the large building on time, and walked through the doors. All his old opponents were sitting in chairs around the large table. He sat at the edge of the table at an empty chair, and looked at all of the fighters. Hwoarang, Xiaoyu, King, Yoshimitsu, Christie, just to name a few. He looked all around the table. "Isn't Kazuya supposed to be here?" he thought to himself. The man cleared his throat and spoke. He announced all the pairings.
Jin heard his pairing. Jin vs. Hwoarang. The first match of the tournament against his rival. How perfect. The man called out the last pairing and Jin went back down to the lobby. Pictures of the past tournaments hung upon the wall. A large one of Heihachi hung in the center. Jin went to his limo and rode back to the dojo. He went straight to the training room and sat down.
How could Heihachi die? He had a top-notch security system, guards all around the place, and he was one of the best fighters around. It must've been an inside job. It could've been Kazuya, possessed by Devil. No way of knowing for sure. Maybe someone at the tournament knew. He arrived at the tournament that Sunday and prepared to his fight. He knew Hwoarang would be at his best after his training no doubt. He met up with Hwoarang on his way to the ring. "Hey, Hwoarang. I wanna make a deal with you." Jin said, looking at Hwoarang. Hwoarang tilted his head and smiled. "Well then. The almighty Jin wants to make a deal with me. Well then, what do you want?" "If I beat you, you tell me all you know about Heihachi's death." Jin said. "Sounds fair. I don't guess you're gonna hear much." Hwoarang said walking away, laughing. Jin smirked. "With the way I beat you, I'm not sure if you're even going to be able to talk." Jin laughed. He made his way to the large platform that he'd be fighting the first match on. Hwoarang stepped up and started stretching before the match. Jin went up on the platform and just stood there waiting.
The announcer raised his hand and spoke to the microphone. "Round 1! FIGHT!!!" Hwoarang charged toward Jin and kicked him straight in the ribs. Jin stumbled back and countered with a Corpse Thrust and flung Hwoarang 10 feet back towards the end of the platform. Hwoarang sprang back up and drop kicked Jin in the shins, causing Jin to drop to the floor. Jin rolled forwards with his right foot up, hitting Hwoarang in the chest. Hwoarang winced and did a combo of kicks and punches on Jin. Jin blocked all the hits and punched Hwoarang right in the jaw. Hwoarang doubled over and grunted. Jin stomped on his leg and backed up, waiting for Hwoarang to get up. Blood leaked out for Hwoarang's mouth as he stumbled up and shifted to his left stance. He double punched Jin in the ribs and drop kicked him in the ankle. Before Jin could fall, Hwoarang performed an uppercut on Jin and flung him upward. Jin coughed up a mouthful of blood, which landed on the floor. Jin plummeted to the ground and struggled to get up after that blow. It was one of Hwoarang's strongest techniques. Jin managed to get up and stand straight. A red aura glowed around him, his body flowing with power. He walked over to Hwoarang and punched his fist straight into his stomach. He then swung his left foot straight into his ribs sending him 5 feet into the air. While falling, Jin elbowed him in the spine when he was mid-way to the ground. Hwoarang hit the ground hard, making part of the stone platform crack. Ruby-colored blood running down his face, he turned on his back. "Jin," he said. "I'll meet you at your dojo in 3 days. Then I will tell you what I know." Hwoarang said, getting dragged away by the medics.
Jin got his wounds healed by the medical department at the arena and went back to the dojo. He didn't see Kazuya watching the match with all the others. Where was he? He must've gotten a letter. Or did he? Maybe the tournament organizers finally got smart and banned him. One less fighter he'd have to knock out. But he wouldn't get the information he needed. He had a feeling Heihachi wasn't dead. He was probably just hiding somewhere like a little kid. And he would just poke his head out of the wall and go "Boo." Jin smirked at the thought. He walked down the path and got in his limousine and rode back to the dojo. He got out of the limo and walked to the door and opened it. He walked in, looking in the main room where his master was usually sitting at this time. Except, this time he wasn't sitting. Jin stared horrified at his murdered master. Blood still dripping on the floor, so it wasn't executed long ago. Jin figured it happened 30 minutes ago. He went to the cemetery carrying his dead master and buried him there. He bowed his bead and said a prayer for him and went back to the dojo. He went to bed that night, but couldn't fall asleep. The horrific images of the blood and the body of his master still painted in his mind. But he couldn't let that bother him. He had to focus his entire mind on the tournament and preparing. He had to get stronger in case he had to face Kazuya once more. And he knew that Heihachi was just waiting for the right moment to strike.
---------------------------------------------------------------( Author's note: I made it longer this time. Thanks for all the reviews and keep 'em coming. I liked this chapter. I didn't thing it'd come out right, but surprisingly, it did.