- With the bogards, plus joe -
"Hell yeah!, you saw how that babe was eyeing me?." - as always joe was boasting about his first victory, it may have just been a short warm up match, but to joe, any win was a victory.
"Yeah, we all saw man." said the small group sitting beside him, joe had went to the nearby bar to have a celebratory drink - "yeah!, she was totally going crazy over my skills!." - some of the group members groaned, while others pinched their noses in internal cringe, andy then got up and left the bar, angry with joe as always, but internally this time.
Terry walked through the locker room, he changed his pants, going from the usual faded denim, to a set of blue cargo pants, he chuckled to himself, noting how he looked a little like mary wearing these. The reason for the pants replacement was due to joe's sloppy drinking, he accidently spilled a bit of his drink on terry's pants, but of course terry didn't really care, he honestly cared more about the tournament, and to see if the kusanagi or yagami dudes will appear again.
- The Signing Booth -
"Yeah...thanks." iori said, he walked through the gate and made his way to the assigned locker room, he changed out of his extremely tacky outfit and changed into something equally as jarring to look at.
Iori looked at his watch, two more hours until the tournament starts - "that fool better get here on time, i can't wait to tear him to shreds, in front of everyone." iori grinned at the idea, the idea of ruining kyo's image in front of all of his fans, he was getting tired of acting like a friend to him: pretending to be kyo's friend was disgusting to him, but if he wanted his plan to work, he'd have to work for it.
Iori sat down and looked at his phone for a bit, then a familar sight made it's way into his sight - "Hey." - iori looked up only to see an extremely annoying sight, Yashiro Nanakase was standing in front of him, holding a bottle of water with a shit eating grin.
"Oh no, oh fucking no, i'd rather die then work with you!." iori said in angry tone - "ha, you know you can't resist fighting me, hell i should be angry, you stole my stage!." - "w-what?, your fucking band not being able to play is why you're here right now?!, after all this time!." - "yeah!, you stole our spotlight you bastard, then you slaughtered us like pigs!." - "I didn't do shit, blame that snake bastard for turning you three into his pawns.".
"Why you!." - before yashiro could rush at iori, a blur sent him into a locker, effectively knocking him out, when the commotion was over, iori saw an even worse sight, Eji Kisaragi - "only i can kill you yagami, if that fool billy kane can't kill you, then i will." - "argghh." - iori face palmed after hearing eji's tangent, after that eji left the room, but not before leaving a message - "mark my words yagami, you will be skinned like an mongrel." - eji then disappeared from iori's sight.
- Outside The Stadium -
A car pulls up to the stadium's parking lot, then all 3 doors open, out comes the kokugenryu trio, Ryo Sakazaki, Robert Garcia, and Yuri Sakazaki, all three of them were wearing new outfits, some time had passed since anyone had seen them, however that would change, it seems the mma tournament attracted their attention.
Yuri put on her sunglasses, and walked alongside robert to the signing booth, ryo walked behind them slowly, he kept thinking about what his father said - "you'll have to carry the mask eventually, ryo..." - it was stuck in his head, he wasn't sure what to do, it was the last words his father ever spoke to him, many thought takuma would live longer, but it seemed age had finally caught up with him, but did he die peacefully, without regrets?, it was something ryo asked himself frequently, but he could never find an answer.
Yuri and robert had moved on, they knew he would pass eventually, but ryo couldn't, he couldn't as long as his father's last words kept ringing in his head, even after the tears, the sleepless nights from the grief, he couldn't move on, not yet.
- At The Bar -
A glass of whiskey made it's way onto the counter, yashiro was tilted, iori was annoying enough, but that ninja had royally fucked up his plan, he was gonna kill iori, then find some way to make a new band, if he could escape the cops though. "Rough day?." - the bartender said - "yeah...i guess you can say that." - "so, what's your story?." the bartender asked - "it's pretty long, i don't think you'd like to hear it all." - "trust me, i've heard longer, go ahead." - the tender replied.
Yashiro and the bartender spoke for a while, after telling his story, or atleast a version that wouldn't get him thrown into a padded cell, he finished his drink and headed to a motel nearby for some rest. He walked into his room, locked the door, and layed down on the bed, drifting off into sleep.
While the bartender left to get somethings, king walked into the bar, and behind the counter, mixing some drinks and re-stocking other drinks. She had three reasons to be at the tournament, and the bar, to find out the truth behind kyo and iori's new friendship, as well to get some wins.
~To Be Continued~
A/N: it's a shorter chapter, but i'm feeling this, i hope more people can enjoy this story, i'm having some writer's block with my techverse story, so i'm not sure whenever i'll update it, but that does not mean it's over yet.
