Our Beloved Tekken Characters
By BahamutZERO
Disclaimer: Same as always
Chapter 4: Paul Phoenix
Paul was riding along a mountain trail on his motorcycle, feeling the wind whip in his face and the scenery pass like a blur.
Suddenly, his stomach began growling and he felt a strange, moving sensation in his lower region. He was building up for something big. He stopped his motorcycle and waited, the contractions becoming stronger and stronger.
Then, he let out an astronomically huge fart.
The ground rumbled, the sea boiled and a rock slide started, sending several huge boulders down the path, blocking it.
Paul smirked; this was no problem. He charged up his fist and executed a Phoenix Smasher on the debris.
"OOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!"
Paul stumbled back, shaking his fist. It had no effect!
"Son of a bitch," he muttered. Just then, he felt another fart brewing. He bent over and blasted it out, blowing away the two ton boulders into the sky. Paul smirked again, got on his motorcycle and rode to town to his dojo.
Upon entering, he found the students crowded around the TV. They were expected to show great respect for Paul, so they were watching a tape Paul made called "Hooked on Phoenix." Paul also found Forrest Law watching the tape in awe.
"Attention!" Paul yelled.
The students snapped up and faced Paul, hands at their sides except for one, who stood lazily about. Paul grabbed the "Hooked on Phoenix" tape and chucked it at him.
"Hey! When I say 'Attention!,' I expect you to show some respect. Today's task is to wail on that guy until he gets the message!"
Pandemonium took over as the students proceeded to beat up the disrespectful orange-belt. Paul went over to Forrest, who was still standing at attention.
"At ease," Paul said.
"Oh, thank you, Paul," came Forrest's reply.
"So, how's the old man? Anything new?
"Well, Marshall built another dojo and another restaurant. He's starting a legacy! He's attracting more students than anyone in the world!"
Paul leaned against the wall and whistled. "Sounds like quite an accomplishment."
"It sure is. Marshall sent me here today to show your students how to do those awesome back flips we can do. He said everyone should learn how to do those cool back flips."
"Yeah, let's do that," Paul said. He whistled again and the students stopped what they were doing and stood at attention again.
"Today, class," Paul said. "We have a special guest. He hails from all the way across the street, please welcome the son of a legend, Forrest Law."
The students clapped politely as Law walked to the front of the class.
"Alright," he said. "Today, I'm going to show you how to do these really cool back flips. Everyone should know how to do them. They're so cool, it's hard to believe. I will demonstrate."
Law did a perfect back flip, gracefully, fluidly, and smoothly. He landed back on his feet and bowed as the class politely clapped again.
And so, for the rest of the day, the class practiced the move. No one could get it right. One of the students approached Law and said "Please show us again!"
Law chuckled and said "Alright, if you want." Man, I'm so cool, he added silently.
Law did another back flip, this time smashing into the ceiling and blacking out. Everyone stood staring at Forrest. Paul cleared his throat and said "Then, I guess I'll demonstrate."
Paul focused his chi. He was putting his reputation on the line. If he failed in execution of this back flip, he would go out of business. As he was about to do it, he felt a strange sensation in his stomach.
Paul soared through the air, getting half-way done at the apex of his leap. Suddenly, a massive fart exploded, and the students all blacked out. Paul landed on his feet as Forrest did.
"Holy shit! I did it!" Paul's jaw dropped when he saw what he had done. Forrest stirred on the ground.
"Ugh, what happened?" He said. He sniffed the air, rolled his eyes into the back of head, and blacked out again.
Even Paul wasn't feeling so well. He became dizzy. He stumbled around the room, trying to find the door but as he reached for the handle, he blacked out.
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By popular demand, Hwoarang is coming up next.
By BahamutZERO
Disclaimer: Same as always
Chapter 4: Paul Phoenix
Paul was riding along a mountain trail on his motorcycle, feeling the wind whip in his face and the scenery pass like a blur.
Suddenly, his stomach began growling and he felt a strange, moving sensation in his lower region. He was building up for something big. He stopped his motorcycle and waited, the contractions becoming stronger and stronger.
Then, he let out an astronomically huge fart.
The ground rumbled, the sea boiled and a rock slide started, sending several huge boulders down the path, blocking it.
Paul smirked; this was no problem. He charged up his fist and executed a Phoenix Smasher on the debris.
"OOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!"
Paul stumbled back, shaking his fist. It had no effect!
"Son of a bitch," he muttered. Just then, he felt another fart brewing. He bent over and blasted it out, blowing away the two ton boulders into the sky. Paul smirked again, got on his motorcycle and rode to town to his dojo.
Upon entering, he found the students crowded around the TV. They were expected to show great respect for Paul, so they were watching a tape Paul made called "Hooked on Phoenix." Paul also found Forrest Law watching the tape in awe.
"Attention!" Paul yelled.
The students snapped up and faced Paul, hands at their sides except for one, who stood lazily about. Paul grabbed the "Hooked on Phoenix" tape and chucked it at him.
"Hey! When I say 'Attention!,' I expect you to show some respect. Today's task is to wail on that guy until he gets the message!"
Pandemonium took over as the students proceeded to beat up the disrespectful orange-belt. Paul went over to Forrest, who was still standing at attention.
"At ease," Paul said.
"Oh, thank you, Paul," came Forrest's reply.
"So, how's the old man? Anything new?
"Well, Marshall built another dojo and another restaurant. He's starting a legacy! He's attracting more students than anyone in the world!"
Paul leaned against the wall and whistled. "Sounds like quite an accomplishment."
"It sure is. Marshall sent me here today to show your students how to do those awesome back flips we can do. He said everyone should learn how to do those cool back flips."
"Yeah, let's do that," Paul said. He whistled again and the students stopped what they were doing and stood at attention again.
"Today, class," Paul said. "We have a special guest. He hails from all the way across the street, please welcome the son of a legend, Forrest Law."
The students clapped politely as Law walked to the front of the class.
"Alright," he said. "Today, I'm going to show you how to do these really cool back flips. Everyone should know how to do them. They're so cool, it's hard to believe. I will demonstrate."
Law did a perfect back flip, gracefully, fluidly, and smoothly. He landed back on his feet and bowed as the class politely clapped again.
And so, for the rest of the day, the class practiced the move. No one could get it right. One of the students approached Law and said "Please show us again!"
Law chuckled and said "Alright, if you want." Man, I'm so cool, he added silently.
Law did another back flip, this time smashing into the ceiling and blacking out. Everyone stood staring at Forrest. Paul cleared his throat and said "Then, I guess I'll demonstrate."
Paul focused his chi. He was putting his reputation on the line. If he failed in execution of this back flip, he would go out of business. As he was about to do it, he felt a strange sensation in his stomach.
Paul soared through the air, getting half-way done at the apex of his leap. Suddenly, a massive fart exploded, and the students all blacked out. Paul landed on his feet as Forrest did.
"Holy shit! I did it!" Paul's jaw dropped when he saw what he had done. Forrest stirred on the ground.
"Ugh, what happened?" He said. He sniffed the air, rolled his eyes into the back of head, and blacked out again.
Even Paul wasn't feeling so well. He became dizzy. He stumbled around the room, trying to find the door but as he reached for the handle, he blacked out.
-
By popular demand, Hwoarang is coming up next.