Chapter 5: Street Fighting
Sylvia Jung Kwon, that's the name, don't wear it out! If you knew me personally, you'd think I wasn't exactly the nicest person in the world. In fact, I can be somewhat of an arrogant bitch. That's the way I like it though. I will do and act however I please, I don't care who you are. That's why I don't have many friends, but whatever, who needs warmth when you can be cold and still get what you want?
I heard that Peter is entering the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5 to save Tiffanie. Supposedly, he has information that I don't, and now he thinks that he can just go ahead and save the day. Jerk.
I walk alone down the streets of Tokyo, where the tournament was going to be held. I came early to get some training done. In fact, that's where I had just come from. My long raven colored hair whipped around my face as the wind picked up, making me stare at the dark red highlights I had put in my hair.
I wore black jeans, with two silver chains attached to both sides of my legs. On my knees were two red bandanas tied around them. My red top was sleeveless, letting my black wrist bands have their glory.
Before I knew it, I was walking down a dark alley. I realized where I was, and walked with courage as people moved out of the shadows.
"Hey beautiful. What's up?" The leader said as he approached me. I continued to walk, trying to appear devious. You know what, scratch that. I wasn't trying, I was damn well devious. After giving him a full body glance, I spoke.
"Oh please, you're way too old for me."
He smiled. "What does THAT have to do with anything these days?"
I walked past him saying, "I don't hook up with fossils like you."
Suddenly, his hand was roughly pulling on my hair.
"You ASS! I JUST got my hair done!" I screamed out as he threw me against the wall. He smiled as he pressed his body against mine. Quickly, I regained my breath and thrust my knee into his crotch.
"Get the hell off me." I said as he fell to the floor. I ran for the other end of the alley.
A hand grabbed onto my ankle, making me fall to the floor. I kicked the man's face and jumped to my feet. I unhooked the two silver chains from my pants and went buck wild, slashing at all of the men.
I swung my left hand at the man who was trying to hit me. The long chain I was holding wrapped around his wrist. I held onto the chain and spun him around so that his back was facing me. After that, I swiftly sank my heel into his spinal cord. I twirled the two silver chains around and watched the men walk backwards slowly.
Reattaching the chains to my pants, I looked at the gang and shook my head.
"Tisk, tisk…BITCHES."
With that, I turned around and made my way into the main street. 'Oh dear.' I thought to myself. 'I can't wait for this tournament to start so I can kick some REAL ass.'