Disclaimer – I do not own any of Team Ninja's Characters or anything else related to Dead or Alive. Also, i do not own any other various Fighting Game Characters that magically appear in this work of fiction.
Gen Fu practices diligently within his dojo in the rolling hills of eastern China, the pagoda style causing the structure to appear similar to a majestic temple. The style of Xynyi Liuhe Quan sounds fake and made up, but the Iron Fist will always be stronger than the so-called style of Bajiquan or Hakkyoku-Ken in Japanese.
"This young boy Akira Yuki thinks to infiltrate the Dead or Alive Tournament as a woman does he?" Gen Fu snaps angrily and with his powerful, gnarled fist, moves across the worn brick floor with a series of quick punches and kicks, his invisible enemy none other than the headband wearing cross dresser. He moves with the grace of a one winged butterfly and strikes with the sheer power of a wasps' nest launched from a Chinese cannon.
He dodges around the stone rafters, evading the deadly stun palm and strikes at his imaginary opponent with a powerful slash of his arm, causing his long braided gray cue to bounce. He spins around and catches a glimpse of the three wall hangings on the southern wall, written personally by Master Gen Fu himself. The three principles he lives and dies by!
'Woman who reaches for dining bill, used to be man'
'Child who yearns for Western Religion, is most touched.'
'Man who arrives last at orgy, slips on floor.'
"You will not wear down my soul, Yuki!" Gen Fu demands, dancing around the floor, launching his flurry of fatal attacks, from simple Han-Senpu, connecting to To Sho, and finishing with an extremely advanced Jatoshin, finishing his opponent in an embarrassing manner. If those moves would truly work in battle, he's not sure, but against Yuki, an ink blot and a potato should be enough to immobilize him.
"Want to know what i call this one?" Gen Fu asks to his non-existent adversary as he strikes forward with an elbow, causing the arthritis to flare, "This is, 'You're a little boy in a senile old man's world!'" He back dodges and slashes forwards with a high kick, almost displacing his hip, "This one is, 'Wipe the milk off your upper lip and release your mom's teat, so i can get a taste!'" Gen Fu cackles as he rolls across the dusty floor and pops up quickly, "And this one--" The old master's words are cut off as a sharp pain launches down his back to the bottom of his wrinkled feet.
"Ah, the Attack of Eight Infinite Fists, I've heard of it, Yuki!" Gen Fu struggles to stand with the pulsing pain, but is only able to recover to his wobbly knees. Unfortunately, he hears tiny footsteps approaching, and he knows that can only mean one thing. Yuki's demon students are on the approach.
"I won't be...taken by surprise." Gen Fu stammers as he struggles to find breathe in his wrinkled lungs. He crawls across the floor towards his energy drink lying on the opposite end of the dojo, but he knows he won't make it in time. So much for being a Rockstar today.
"With my last breathe, i curse--"
"Grandpa Genny!" The annoying shrill voice of the little girl that he attempted to abandon in the hospital all those years ago rings throughout the building, shaking the ancient beams. Gen Fu looks up with narrow eyes as his granddaughter, Mei-Lin leaps over the raised threshold of the dojo and lands wildly. A wide, sugar induced grin splitting her face, wide eyes like a crack addicts looking everywhere at once, and with chocolate stains splotching her red and white flowed print silk clothing that Gen Fu bought for her personally. He regrets ever curing this wench!
"Where is your mother!" Gen Fu yells furiously as hyperactive Mei-Lin giggles and cackles, running and jumping around the dojo. She cartwheels and flips, kicking the walls causing the the brittle foundations to shake. She tears and rips at the wall hangings and places her sticky fingers into every nook and cranny.
"This is a sacred place dammit!" Gen Fu derides, but Mei-Lin ignores him as she skids to a halt, looking down at his most recent works of art. His Suibokuga, the expensive Indian bought ink still drying.
"What's these?" Mei-Lin asks, ripping them from their drying tacks, sending wet ink all over the paper and floors. Tears drip from Gen Fu's yellowing eyes as he watches the desecration of his temple.
"I should've left you to die!"
"Oh Grandpa Genny, you know I don't die, I just multi--"
"Enough!" Gen Fu yells, leaping towards the most dreadful part of his family tree, the thorn at the bottom near the roots, but she dodges quickly.
"I think I'll take these and show mommy! Grandpa Genny's obsession with breasts is weird!" Mei-Lin cackles and rushes towards the wide spread entrance and Gen Fu musters all of his strength and leaps forwards. He stumbles to his feet and chases after the much faster little girl.
"My daughter mustn't know I've drawn her friends in the nude! Please, Mei-Lin!" Gen Fu reaches out with his gnarled hands, but Mei Lin spins around, loosing an arsenal of new, shiny marbles.
"You little wretch!" Gen Fu attempts to dodge, but the damned bright sun blinds him at the wrong time and he slips on the well planned attack. Mei-Lin cackles like a witch as she clears each stair of the stoop with a single jump as Gen Fu slams his old head on each and every stone step.
"Hentai, Ecchi, Old Perverted Man-Chan!" Mei-Lin rushes away in hyper speed, putting Wally to shame as Gen Fu's broken and bloody body rolls into the itchy wild flowers surrounding his estate and he holds his worn fist into the air furiously,
"I'll get you yet, Demon Child! And stop speaking Japanese, dammit! You traitorous..." Gen Fu hacks and coughs as he catches his breathe and inhales deeply to finish his insult, but instead, decides to reflect. He calms himself down, thinking of those beautiful mountainous regions on Bass's daughter.
"Perhaps i was bit too hard on her. I could train her to become my apprentice, use that unstoppable energy as a force of good..." Gen Fu wonders to himself as his eyes begin to crust over from the powerful sunlight.
"Umm, can i assist you in any way, Master Fu?" A boy's much too feminine voice sounds from above and Gen Fu scowls angrily and kicks towards the direction of the voice, but misses.
"Dammit, Elliot, get away from me! No one wants you here!" Gen Fu yells as he continues to kick and punch blindly like the crotchety old man he is, but Elliot simply stares,
"Oh please, Master, i just wanted to help you. I heard yelling and the like, you know, and i just love you and Mistress to dea--"
"You stay away from me! I should never have taken you in!" Gen Fu growls and Elliot crosses his arms and turns around petulantly, sticking his butt in the air.
"Well we'll see if Mister Grumpy Pants gets Green Tea with his sponge bath today." That puts Gen Fu over the edge as he begins ripping up flowers along with his screaming,
"Go finish washing my prescription pajamas! And you better pray I don't find wrinkles, you damned hip swaying, English McMuffet!"