WreckCreate
A/N: Hello again! So we're going to go on to the next character. He wasn't too big of deal to me while playing the game. Not one of my favorite characters but his hair is the thing that defines him I suppose lol. Enjoy!
Entry 8: Paul Phoenix
A big thud was heard as a man fell to the wooden floor of a boxing ring while his opponent bounced around him laughing, "Come on old man, I know you have more strength in you than that."
"Aw give him a break Forest, his birthday is tomorrow." Someone outside the ring chuckled.
"Don't believe anything your ole man says." The fallen man sat himself up.
"What? Isn't it?" The individual outside the ring raised one of his eyebrows confused.
The man shook his head, "Nope, I don't have a birthday."
Forest playfully kicked the older man in his side, "Sure you don't old man."
"Stop calling me old man." He stood up.
"Oh oh, round three?" The younger man readied himself.
"No, I'm done for the day." He walked over to the ring's rope.
Forest looked at him surprised, "Heh, already Paul?" He lifted up one of his hands in defeat.
"Leave him alone Forest." His father Marshall threw a water bottle towards his old time friend.
"Well he said he would help me train." The young man folded his arms across his chest.
"Yes, and he's been doing that for the past three weeks." His son rolled his eyes as he too got out of the ring. Paul walked up to Marshall and they watched Forest head in the direction of the gym's shower. "Thanks." Marshall patted his friend on the back.
Paul chugged his bottle of water, "For what?"
"For looking after him."
"Oh, sheesh it's no problem. He's a good kid." They sat down on a bench and heard the shower come on from the back.
"I'm surprised though."
"About?" Paul yawned.
"That we survived that last Iron Fist Tournament." Marshall laughed.
"Say what? Man, why are you bringing that up."
Marshall laughed harder, "Calm down."
"I could have won that you know!"
"Yeah I know, but I did pretty well myself."
"Well, you did learn from the best."
Marshall smiled, "Yes, you did."
"Uh, I was talking about me teaching you pal."
The man lightly punched him in the arm, "You're not that good."
"Of course I am."
"But that whole Jin Kazama thing."
"Weird right! Though, we've had this discussion before."
"Yeah I know, but it's still scary how they're always too powerful for their own good."
"Not to mention the tables turning.."
"How so?"
"Jin being the threat instead of Kazuya."
"The kid was always a threat."
Paul rubbed the back of his neck, "Well, I guess you're right. Can't argue that they were both kind of evil."
Marshall thought to himself for a while then replied, "Yeah and everyone relying on Kazuya to bail them out."
"Now that's the part that surprised me most." Paul laughed.
"I wonder what happened to your buddy."
He sighed, "Man, don't change subjects like that."
Marshall stretched, "Sorry, but your buddy?"
"Who?"
"That boxer."
"Oh…I haven't really seen Steve in about a month. Though, he does have a boxing match coming up this week." Paul stood up.
"Heading out?" Marshall asked.
"I have to go prepare the lesson for my class today."
His friend laid himself across the bench, "So what do you have in mind for the kiddos?"
"Mmm don't know yet. A few kicks here, a few punches there." Paul put on a jean jacket with an eagle patch on the back.
"Aw the basics."
"Need any help?" Forest walked in with a towel wrapped around his waist, hair still dripping wet.
"From you? No thanks, I'm good." Paul chuckled.
"What's that supposed to mean?" The young man folded his arms across his chest.
"Nothing, spend time with your ole man Law." Paul walked out the gym.
Forest smirked, "Same old Paul huh dad?"
Marshall smiled as he closed his eyes, "He's starting to get soft. I got to talk to him about that."
Paul got into his red pickup truck and started up the engine while adjusting the rear-view mirror. He took out his slim-framed sunshades, put them on and changed gears to pull his car off onto the street. He suddenly felt his phone vibrate in his pocket; coming up to a red light, he slowed down as he reached in his pocket.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Paul."
"Yes?"
"I won't be able to make it to the dojo this afternoon."
Paul rolled his eyes, "And why not Bob?"
"Well you see, I have this date tonight and…"
"Didn't you have a date last week?" The light turned green and he pulled off.
"Yeah, but it didn't work out."
"I hope you don't think you'll be getting paid."
"What?! Why not?!"
"Because Bob, you don't work!"
"Yes I do."
"Goodbye." Paul hung up the phone.
He made a right at the next traffic light and went down another five miles. Pulling the truck into a small empty parking lot, he parked. Paul got out and closed the door behind him, setting the alarm on the truck. He walked up to a building, whistling as he browsed through the keys in his hand. When made it to the entrance, he unlocked the door of the building, which was named "Phoenix Dojo", and walked inside, clicking on the lights.
"Paul Phoenix."
The man quickly looked up and saw someone seated on a bench on the left side of the room. It was a woman with long black hair and a mysterious look in her eyes. She wore an amethyst leather body suit with knee high black boots. Twirling a ring of throwing knives on her right index finger.
"Who are you and how did you get in here?!" Paul positioned himself to fight.
"Calm down. I'm not here to kill you." She smirked.
"Well that's easy to say, but might be a little harder not to do." He charged at her.
The woman jumped up and flipped over the punch he had thrown. Paul hit the bench she had been sitting on and suddenly noticed he couldn't move. He noticed that the arms of the jacket he wore, were nailed down with about three throwing knives. She walked up on the right side of him, "You almost gave me a scare Mr. Phoenix."
"What do you want?"
"Just to talk, ask a few questions, that whole ordeal."
"Uh huh."
She bent down and was face to face with him, "But I need your cooperation okay."
Paul grunted, "Fine."
The woman grabbed all three knives and pulled them out of his jacket, "Good."
He stood up, "First thing's first, who are you?"
"The name's Jaguar." She attached the knives back onto the ring.
"Jaguar huh. As fearsome as one too. So what do you want?"
She sat back down on the bench, "Do you know a Steve Fox?"
"Maybe…maybe not. It all depends."
"I thought I was going to have your cooperation." She twirled her ring of knives.
Paul's right eye twitched, "Yeah sure, I know him."
"When was your last encounter with him?"
"Physical or verbal?"
"Aren't they practically the same?"
He folded his arms over his chest, "Well, I could've seem him in person or talked to him through phone, email, etc."
Jaguar rolled her eyes, "Both then."
Paul rubbed his chin and looked up, "Let's see…I saw him in the flesh about two months ago. But I think he called me about his match a month ago."
"So he's going to be fighting soon?"
"Huh? Wouldn't you know that already?"
She blinked a few times, "Would I?"
"Well the match's been advertised all over the place. Commercials, billboards, posters, the works. Guy's a famous boxer you know."
"Yes well, I'm not a real out and about person."
"Yeah, I can tell."
She narrowed her eyes at him, "Excuse me?"
"Nothing." Sweat dripped down the back of his neck.
"How close are you to Mr. Fox?"
"Uh, we're buds and everything, why?"
"Do you know anything about the line of work he's been into lately?"
Paul looked at her stupidly, "Boxing lady."
"Besides boxing Mr. Phoenix." She sighed.
"Hm…not that I know of."
Jaguar pulled a picture from between her moderately exposed cleavage, "Have you seen this woman?"
Paul took the picture; it was of a blonde-haired woman. View being kind of blurry but still visible; she had her hair in a ponytail with sunshades upon her face covering her eyes. "Um…I think I've seen her in a few Iron Fist Tournaments. Also…wasn't she with Jin Kazama a few years back?"
Jaguar nodded, "Yes, Nina Williams."
"What about her?"
"We have Intel that she's been committing assassinations. Like the one more recently on the news."
He stretched, "And what does that have to do with me?"
"Not you…more so on the lines of Mr. Fox."
"Steve?"
"My sources tell me that he's in association with Ms. Williams, part of her operation scandals as it were."
Paul started laughing, "I think you have the wrong guy."
Jaguar folded her arms, "Oh…"
"The kid's a fighter, I give you that, but a blood thirsty assassin…get real!"
Her right eye started to twitch, "Is that right."
"But if you're worried about it so much, I'll just call and ask him." Paul took out his cell.
"No need."
"Huh?" He raised his left eyebrow.
"How well do you know Mr. Fox?"
"Pretty well, we fought together on many occasions."
"What do you know about his family?"
Paul rubbed his head, "Come to think of it…he never really talked about his family."
"That woman…" Jaguar pointed at the picture of Nina.
"Oh, so we're back to this broad huh." He looked down at the picture again.
"She's his mother."
"Yeah right! Hahahaha! She looks way too young to be Steve's ole lady!" Paul laughed out.
Jaguar stretched her arms, "Have you ever heard of cryosleep experimentation?"
Paul's laughter faded, "You mean…?"
"Exactly."
"But how…?"
She cut him off, "We don't have time to go into details. What I need is your help to find Steve and make him talk."
"Is this his mother? True fact?"
"Yes."
"Wow…I'm not sure how to take that."
"Now will you help us?"
"Who's us?"
"You'll find out in due time." Jaguar stood up and walked over to him.
He rubbed his chin again, "Uh…I don't know. Steve's my pal and turning him in would be…"
"We'll pay you ten million dollars."
Paul blinked as the pupils of his eyes morphed into dollar signs, "Well there's no harm in doing right for justice. Plus the dojo does need a few renovations."
Jaguar smirked, "Then it's settled."
"Hold on."
She blinked her eyes a few times, "What is it?"
"Y'all aren't going to kill him right?"
"Kill him? No, we just want to catch Nina."
"And kill her?"
"Depends on her sentence for her many crimes." The woman took out a pink slim phone.
"What's with the girly phone?"
"For you."
Paul's face dropped, "You can't be serious?"
Jaguar rolled her eyes, "I have to contact you on a secure line in-order not to be traced."
"You don't have anything better than that?!"
"Stop complaining and take the phone." She placed it in his left hand.
He sighed, "Stupid pink phone."
"Good. I'll contact you in a few days." Jaguar headed to the entrance/exit.
"I'm guessing it's not going to be an invite to a party."
"Unfortunately not."
"About the money…"
"You'll get it once the job is done." She headed out the building.
Paul watched her as she left, "Dames." He then took out his cell phone and went through his contacts. Coming to Steve's contact picture, he stopped and smiled as he pressed the talk button.
*ring ring ring*
"Hello?"
"Yo Steve."
"Paul? It's been awhile buddy."
The man nodded, "Yeah it has."
"What's up?"
"Oh nothing. Say…what time does your match start again?"
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A/N: So what did you guys think? It was a tad bit longer than the last one, but like I said the first ten are going to be short. I came up with Jaguar because I thought it would be fun. You know Tekken is always busting out with these new characters like Zafina, who I actually like to play with. I'm not too sure if she'll be in this story or not. Seems like everyone has a source where they get their information. Paul likes his money, even to the point of turning in Steve? I hope the who was Marshall and Forest Law didn't confuse you guys lol. Oh and if anyone would like to correct me on the cryosleep thing, please do. I'm not sure if I spelled it right or if that's the word I'm looking for. Next entry is up!