Reasons for rating – This story is simply stupid. It has drugs, sex (no details though), swearing, a non-serious attitude towards rape, drunk and gay people in it. And, to top it all, impersonations of Catwoman. If you find that offensive, then please don't read this. Please.

Note for the screaming fans – This is not serious at all. There will be impossible and disgusting character pairings in this. Only Tekken 3 characters. And frankly, I don't give a damn if things in this fic doesn't go well together with the game/-s. This is just 31 pages of pure NONSENSE! The characters will not be much like they are in the game. So don't come saying "No way! Hwoarang would never do that! You're such a (insert whatever you wish)!". This is just something that was created by two coffee-addicts, late at night in front of a relaxing game of Tekken 3. We might be the only one's who thinks this is funny. You be the judge of that!

Oh, yeah, we don't own nuthin'. Especially not Tekken 3 or anything in it or related to it. Try suing me now!

Enjoy this incredibly small entry. Updates in about a week or less.

FRIDAY AFTERNOON

Jin stands in the kitchen of his father's old house. In case you'd like to know, he just found out he has owned a huge mansion in USA all his life. From the 1900-th century. However, since Jin is born in the wonderful age of mechanical wonders, the entire house is full of tech marvels, such as automatic doors. Everyone except the front door. Anyway, this takes place there. He's one of the proud arrangers of a great, big, fattening after-party to celebrate the end of the great, big painful tournament. The other great arranger is his grandfather Heihachi, who is right this moment carrying in beer from the basement. Jin makes a mental checklist, running trough all the stuff for the party.

"Beer... hmm, that should last for a while... food, yeah, that should do it... buckets, oh yes, buckets... house, now roach-free. And of course..." with a sly grin on his face, he reaches down into his pocket. "Jin's personal 'happiness balloons'... Got it all covered."

He looks around in the kitchen and then at the clock. It's too early to expect anyone. He sits down, looks at the wall and sighs.

Heihachi mutters about the guts of the youth as he carries in another case of the beer.

"Son of a... damn punk... should... daisy-eater... spanking..." are some of the words zooming happily through the air. He takes one case and then with a shrug takes the last one too. He goes halfway up the stairs then realizes he forgot the bottle-opener down on the floor. He sighs, and in an attack of poor planning, turns around and tries to go down again. No one can be quite sure where stuff went wrong. Maybe it was when his legs tangled into each other, or when he rolled down the stairs, or when he collapsed on the floor, or when the cases came crushing down on him, gently attempting to make his right arm just another part of the floor. Who knows?

The point is, he's severely hurt.

"Jin?" he groans.

"Yeah... yeah..." Jin breathes into the phone, a wide grin on his blushing face. "Ooh, with the honey? Can you do that with honey? Oh, sorry mistress, of course you can, you're the ninja..."

Heihachi recovers from the slight shock of being bested by a case of beer, even if it was heavy. He tries to lift it off with his right hand, but to no avail. It has many sharp ends for old fingers that aren't careful enough. Heihachi mutters and tries to reach the stairs. He stretches out and feels something crack.

"Ow! My wagging-finger! Well, fine..."

He looks around, takes the bottle-opener and stretches out with that it his hand.

"Uuuurgh... just a... little... cloooser!"

Surprisingly, the bottle-opener is completely useless. He sighs and starts to drum against the floor with his fingers.

"Jin!" he shouts. He seems to realize something. "Uh-oh. Better get out of here before the…"

Sadly, the completely mechanical door slams shut and it clicks loudly and evilly as it locks itself. Heihachi glares at the door.

"I hate technology…" he growls. He takes a deep breath.

"JIN! Old man suffering down here! JIIIN!"

Still no response. Heihachi thinks he can hear howling from far away.

"Hello...?"

He can imagine his flashlight flicker and die...