Disclaimer: Don't own anything.

A/N: Well, you made me continue. I got enough reviews saying they wanted me to keep writing this one, but I just got lazy and didn't feel like writing. Oh, and since a bunch of people asked, I'll be doing Bob this time. I'm planning to have two chapters after this, and then all of the characters will be done. One last thing: Kangaroo Light, whoever you are, I sincerely hope your Internet access is taken away as soon as possible, you frickin spammer. Ahem… enough blathering, on to the story!

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Hwora… Hwoare… BOB!

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Hwoarang was riding his motorcycle after the tournament. He had won that stupid tournament against that cheap-as-heck Jinpachi, and had even finally triumphed over his rival, Kazama Jin. But strangely, he did not feel fulfilled. Anyway, so he was riding down the highway, going the wrong way, dodging traffic, and flipping off everyone who honked at him. Except one of those people was Jin, in his Lamborghini (cause he's a rich little punk, you know?). Anyway, Jin got very mad.

"DANGIT HWOROJAOFNNFOAHOWIHE….. BOB! NOW I'M ANGRY!" he said, stupidly.

"Um, yeah, I kinda knew that already. The stupid narrator said that," said the soon-to-be-dead-for-calling-me-stupid… Bob, "Hey narrator, don't you think you've overused that "Bob" joke by now?" he said.

Nonsense. You can never overuse the "Bob" joke.

"YOU SUCK AUTHOR!" said the reviewers.

"YOU CAN OVERUSE THE "BOB" JOKE!" said a few randomly appearing authors.

…What are you doing here? Get back to your respective authorspaces. This is my story. Jerks. …Now then, shall we continue?

"Eh, whatever," said Hwoarang and the half-changed Jin.

MOVING ON!

"YOU'VE ANGERED ME FOR THE LAST TIME, HWOARANG!" said Jin, finishing his transformation into Devil Jin, "I WILL NOW THROW CARS AND SHOOT LASERS AT RANDOMLY PASSING CARS! MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

"Hey, can I join in?" said Hwoarang.

"Yeah, sure, that's fine with me," replied Devil Jin.

So they threw stuff at cars for a while. Then Hwoarang started kicking Jin's car. Devil Jin was furious.

"HWOARANG! YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE KICKED MY CAR!1!111!1!ONE!1!1ELEVEN! BEWARE! NOW I HAVE THE POWER!"

"Hey, that's something I've been meaning to ask," said Bob.

"What?"

"If you have the power, why didn't you use it in our fight earlier?" Bob asked.

"SHUT UP MORTAL AND PREPARE TO DIE!"

"It was just a simple question…" Hwoarang said, preparing to fight.

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Bryan

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"MUWAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAAAA! I'M GONNA KILL YOSHIMITSU FOR NO REASON, AND RIP OFF PREDATOR IN THE PROCESS! I'M SO EVIL! MUWAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!" said Bryan, with as much stealth as a semi on the freeway. Carrying a machine gun to the center of the jungle, he set it up. Then he turned on his cyborg-zombie-whatever-in-Bob's-green-urth-he-is senses and spotted Yoshi's heat signature. He started firing. Yoshi dodged all of them and reached Bryan, preparing to cleave him in two with his special superglue sword. But unfortunately, he got hit. For some reason, he was hurt, even though bullets bounce off him in Tekken 4. Oh well. Namco's just inconsistent I guess. So Yoshi hit the ground behind Bryan. Stopping the machine gun, Bryan shot Yoshi in the face.

"Ha, that was good, huh, Yoshi old buddy? …Yoshi? Yoshi! SAY SOMETHING BUDDY!" screamed Bryan.

"Um, he's kinda dead, Bryan. You just killed him, remember?" said the director, "Shot him straight in the face."

"But I thought the bullets would bounce off like in his Tekken 4 ending…"

"Yeah, well, I got news for you. He's wearing different armor now, so get used to it."

"…NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" screamed Bryan into the wilderness.

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Bruce

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Bruce liked to watch little kids getting beat up. Sort of like Michael Jackson, except more violent. Anyway, that was why over twenty years ago, during the second King of Iron Fist Tournament, he punched a little kid, who was watching him from the window, straight in the face. Now, this little kid was still a little kid, and Bruce wanted to see him get beat up again. Unfortunately, he had a broken leg from the fifth King of Iron Fist Tournament. So he hired some gang members to knife the kid and beat him up while he watched from the rafters. Don't ask me why there were rafters in the alley. There was a punching bag, so why not rafters? Nothing went according to plan. Bruce watched in horror as the gang members stuck a knife into the kid's punching bag and shoved him down. Not happy with the poorly done job, Bruce went into the alley and waited until they got outside onto the sidewalk. Then he pushed them into traffic. The end.

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Xiaoyu

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During the fourth King of Iron Fist tournament, Jin came up to Kazuya and asked with a sad face, "Daddy, why don't you like Xiaoyu?"

"Well, apart from the fact that she's an hyperactive, annoying little girl, she did something to me long ago…" said Kazuya.

"What was it Daddy?"

"After she won one of the King of Iron Fist tournaments; I really don't know which one, and it probably doesn't matter; she transformed all of time and space into anime and took a time machine back to when Heihachi accidentally dropped me off a cliff. She whacked Heihachi and that made me fall…"

"Wow. Now I hate her too. But I can't kill her until she's done that lest I create a paradox and destroy the universe…" said Jin.

"Hey, son, why are we having this chat anyway? Aren't I supposed to be trying to steal your genes?"
"Hey! You're channeling Michael Jackson! Stop it!"

"GEE-EE-EN-EE-ESS YOU IDIOT! NOT JAY-EE-AY-EN-ESS!"

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King

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King won the tournament and forgave Marduk. They even became tag-team partners. One day, in a wrestling match…

"Oh, and King's getting his butt handed to him!" screamed the announcer, "But look! Marduk just tagged in and beat the crap out of everyone!"

"CUT!" King shouted, "Who comes up with this crap anyway? I mean really, I understand that I'd be able to forgive Marduk, but never forget or have him be my tag partner! And do you even think he'd agree? So where's the guy who came up with this?"

Everyone pointed to the guy who came up with the endings, who said, "Eh-heh-heh… don't hurt me!"

"Let's get'm!" said King and Marduk in unison, "Mwahahaha!"

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Final Note: Well, this chapter be finished. Please review.