B-boy Jindo
Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken or any of its characters for they are the property of Namco Bandai. I do own Jae-Hong and he is the property of me and may not be used without my permission.
This chapter's my personal favorite.
The song is by Ultramagnetic MCs - Poppa Large
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Club Bailar
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Club Bailar, a lively club nestled amongst skyscrapers. Even from outside you could hear the hot beats that were playing inside. Jae stood in front of the club in the early afternoon; Bailar was starting to gather some guests but not as many as it would in the night. The young Korean strode towards the club, a confident smile making its shape on his lips.
As he entered the club, his eyes were attacked by neon lights and the movements of the crowd. The DJ was in his own booth scratching on the turntables. Jae-Hong looked around to see if he could find Christie anywhere. As luck would have it, she was sitting at a table, alone. Jae smiled to himself as he strode towards her, doing his best to be cool.
"Hey Christie," He said as he stood next to her table, taking her attention away from the dance floor.
"Oh hi Jae, what brings you here?" She asked the Korean, giving him one of those smiles that made him feel like a king inside. However, before they could start flirting, a not-so-happy Eddy came into view.
"What do you want?" Eddy asked him in a not-so-nice tone. Jae-Hong didn't get it, for some reason Eddy just didn't like him.
Kim knew that they're would be trouble if he said he came here for Christie, so Kim just said, "To dance, what else?"
Eddy chuckled, "So you think you can dance huh? Alright, let's see what you can do." Eddy replied, planning to embarrass him in the dance floor. Christie sighed at what she thought was coming, sometimes Eddy was such a jerk.
Eddy then signaled the DJ, who smiled in return. The DJ was a good friend of Eddy's who went by the name of Tiger Jackson. "Hey, Hey, Hey ya'll! My man's fixin' to throw down! Everybody clear the floor for my main man EDDY AKA, BBOY FAISCA!!" Tiger announced as Eddy made his way to the dance floor, Jae-Hong following. Eddy noticed that Jae-Hong wasn't nervous at all, didn't matter though because he would be soon.
"YA'LL READY?!!" Tiger exclaimed, getting nods from Jae-Hong and uproars from the crowd.
"THEN LET'S GET IT ON!!"
Tiger then let the beat drop...
Eddy began to circle around the dance floor, clapping his hands in the air making the crowd do the same. Eddy began to top rock hitting the beat with every step. Suddenly he dropped and started to six step, using his arms to support his body as his legs moved around in a circle.
I get in shape and do my physical fitness
Your head's numb, so your brains a miss this
Eddy then placed himself in a push up position with his legs in the air and one forearm resting on the ground. Eddy then thrust his body down in a circular motion, performing a fast windmill. The crowd went wild at the sight of this move... everyone but Jae-Hong who was unimpressed.
Pick 'em up, eat 'em up, pick 'em up, beat 'em up
Pick 'em up pimplehead, pick 'em up picky
Eddy then lifted himself up in a handstand, kicking his feet quickly as if hitting an opponent.
I roll wit globs and I come real sticky
Ripping the mic, I plug it up in your ears
Crazed and brewer.
The capoeirista then landed on his feet gracefully and then gestured for Jae-Hong to come on. Eddy intentionally gave him the harder part of the song to dance to. Eddy just wanted to show him up so Christie would forget about him. But...
Jae-Hong was hitting the beat like he invented the song, downrocking and performing a bunch of complicated variations. Eddy had no idea that Kim knew how to break.
I'm coming out like beers
Like Rheingold, Miller, Coors, and Buds
I'm a eat 'em wit popcorn and treat 'em like suds you duds
Kim decided to get a bit more technical; he started to use his flexibility to his advantage. He started kicking himself in the head while in a crab like sitting position and finished it by positioning his leg behind his back literally. That move is what got the crowd hyped up, never before had they seen that move.
Coming out the wick wack, wicky, wickable wack
Black jack, that's a fact, writing exact behind your back
Jae-Hong then stood up moving around the stage clapping his hands, about to prepare for something big. Jae then pointed at Eddy as if saying 'Yeah I got something for ya'. Even the crowd was starting to get behind Jae-Hong.
The funk rhyme to master, blaster
Jae-Hong then front-flipped into a one handed freeze (handstand), and started to switch between keeping himself up on his forearm and his whole arm.
Kicking up in a brainstorm, rainstorm
Rap storm, rap form
Rap time, rap rhyme
Rap class, I'm here to fail and to pass
The Korean B-boy then placed his other arm on the ground, slowly moving both his legs forward and spreading his arms further out. Jae Hong had made a bridge with his feet without touching the floor. Eddy was amazed at Jae's strength and balance, he was actually able to do what was called a hollowback. But Eddy saw that he couldn't do it for very long, his arms were starting to give way into the pressure.
To continue, from the more, hype tip
Jae-Hong knew he had to do something quick, so he decided to try something he saw on YouTube. Quickly he sent his feet back and kipped up, but he didn't land on his feet, he just kept kipping up every time he hit the ground. It resembled someone doing the worm backwards and with the body in reverse.
I roll and rock, rock and roll
Jazz and pop, rhythm and Blues
Dance and fusion, pain confusion
Everyone started to cheer at the unorthodox move; even Tiger was giving him props. Eddy was starting to get annoyed, he was being made a fool. Jae-Hong then got in his feet and gave Eddy the go ahead.
Look at the lights, what a night on the town
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast (4xs)
Frustrated by his plan backfiring Eddy decided to do the trick that he had mastered. Eddy wound up and supported his body with his arms and swung his legs around his stationary torso in continuous circles, never allowing his legs to touch the ground. This move was called the flare in breaking. Eddy then started to modify on it, starting to spindle as he did the flare. Sure he had the feeling that he had lost, but he didn't want people to think he had been 'owned'. Eddy then stopped and signaled for Tiger to cut the music.
The crowd was going wild, even Christie was amazed... at Jae-Hong. Tiger was going crazy, extolling both of them for their skills.
"ALRIGHT FOLKS, HOW DO WE JUDGE THIS ONE? WHO THINKS THIS ROUND WENT TO... FAISCA?!!" Tiger exclaimed, causing the crowd to go wild, Eddy smiled, even though he felt he could have done much better than that. He bet they only cheered so loud because of home court advantage.
"ALRIGHT, WHO THINKS THIS ROUND WENT TO..." Tiger was burning his brain trying to think up a Korean Bboy name, a lot of the good ones had already been taken, Hong 10, Wake Up, Physicx, Eagle, Sick. It then came to him...
"JINDO?!!!!" He exclaimed, giving himself a pat on the back for coming up with that one. Jae-Hong smiled, he thought it sounded pretty cool, Bboy Jindo. He had a Jindo dog back at home, he knew his little brother was taking good care of him. The crowd boomed with praise for Jae-Hong... no, Bboy Jindo.
Eddy's pride was hurting, but he shrugged it off and even clapped a little for Jae-Hong. You had to hand it to him, he was a bit of a jerk, but he wasn't a total ass.
Jae-Hong was overwhelmed, he felt like he had just won the lottery. He felt like he was Hong 10 at that moment. Bboy Jindo then noticed that Eddy and Christie were gone; he looked around for them with no success. But there was a note on Christie's table for him.
Kim picked it up and unraveled it and smile like a kid in a candy store, it was Christie's number. As soon as he put it in his pocket however, he was mauled by his recently earned fangirls.
From the other side of the club, a young blonde haired British man watched Jae-Hong with interest. He remembered him from earlier; he was the guy that got kicked in the head by that girl back at school.
Funny... no matter what happens to Jae-Hong it's always the center of attention. Some students that were recording Christie's movements on their cell phones caught Jae-Hong's mistake and uploaded it on the internet already. Jae-Hong was growing popular, but for all the wrong things. Well, mostly everything... the bboying thing was a step in the right direction.
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Weight room
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The weight room of Tekken University was always full of people in the afternoon. One of them in particular was King, who was on the bench press lifting a pair of heavy weights. Since he was on the wrestling team he had to keep fit. The masked wrestler had finished up his last reps and was about to head back to the dorm, until he saw a familiar face step inside the gym. Craig Marduk...
"Well, well, well…" Marduk began, a jeering grin crept on his face, "Look who it is? Ya know, I've been thinkin' about what ya did the other day. About how I was fixing to show the new kid who's boss around here and then you went and got in my way..." Marduk finished, his anger rising. King folded his arms and stared at the larger man, no hint of fear or care coming from him. King wanted to get back at Marduk for what he did to his best friend, but he wasn't going to stoop to his level assault him. There had to be some way to settle the score, but what?
"Right now, I bet your thinking about getting back at me for what I did to that punk friend of yours way back when," Marduk mocked, noticing King cringe with anger, "Well your going to get that opportunity, Mishima or whatever is hosting some tournament. As long as I get to kick your cheetah ass without any punishment, I'm in." Marduk hissed, glowering at the silent King.
"Alright, see you there." King said bluntly as he walked by Marduk and headed for the door, "Oh, and Craig," King called out, getting the Vale Tudo fighter's attention, "It's a jaguar mask not a cheetah. Jackass..." King insulted and walked out, leaving a pissed off Marduk behind. 'A tournament eh? Well this is odd... but this is the only opportunity I have to get revenge for Armor King...'
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Parking lot
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In the parking lot on campus, a black Mercedes drove into a vacant spot and parked. Kazuya stepped out of the car with an undistinguished look on his face, though this was merely a mask to hide Kazuya's thoughts. How did he do? That was the question that popped up the most in his mind. Julia got out on her side, a smile on her face indicating she had a good time.
"Thanks for treating me to breakfast Kazuya." Julia said gratefully, only to receive a muttered 'uh huh' from Kazuya. Julia could only smile, maybe he was just shy, he didn't really say a lot on the date (If you could call it that.) but at least she got to know a little more about him on the way back.
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In the car (Flashback)
"So Kazuya," Julia started, looking beside her at the focused driver.
"Yeah?" He asked, signaling to make a left turn.
"What do you think of the University?" She asked him, curious.
"Eh, the school is satisfactory. It's just some of the people in it sicken me is all." He answered coldly, but this only intrigued Julia more.
"Really?" Julia interjected.
"Yes," Kazuya replied, "Because one of them blames me for their dad being arrested, one of them is just an idiot, one of them seems to hate me for no reason really and my grandpa, Heihachi Mishima, well..." Kazuya stopped, thinking about the deep scar on his chest, "I just don't understand people sometimes." He finished with a small hint of anger.
Julia gave Kazuya a brief sympathetic look before he noticed, "I see..."
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Julia saw just from that that Kazuya wasn't as bad as he seemed. Still, Julia decided not to pry into Kazuya's personal life, she respected him that much. Kazuya walked beside her with his hands in his pockets, watching friends converse and laugh, he didn't need any of that. However, of all the girls he had met, he had to say Julia was the best. She wasn't nosy or loud, and she didn't cling to his arm like they were a couple unlike some girls he knew. (Cough Ling!)
As Kazuya made his way towards the entrance, he opened the door for Julia, who smiled in return. Julia felt the same way about him, he didn't gawk at her breasts, or use some cheesy pick up line like some of the boys around the campus. Julia liked Kazuya because he was honest, he was an independent, and a sharp dresser that knew how to maintain himself.
The two then made their way into the elevator and tapped the floor level buttons. Julia decided to start the goodbye, "Thanks again Kazuya, I had a good time," Julia noticed that the elevator had stopped and the doors slid open, "I'll see you around." She said and walked out.
Kazuya nodded, "Same to you." He answered back as the doors slid shut, Julia could have sworn she saw him grin.
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Later that day
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In the hallways of the university, students gathered around the walls observing the posters. The posters were advertisements of Principle Mishima's tournament. Many were eager join up already, some for fun and to test themselves, some for the opportunity to get back at someone, others just to beat people up, and then there was Jae-Hong...
Jae-Hong stared at the poster unenthusiastically, "Ah whatever..." He muttered and looked around at the crowd in front and behind him. sure he was great at fighting but he didn't have any real motivation. Prize money meant little to him because he already had everything he wanted. However, as fate would have it, he would get his motivation in separate doses.
"Hey Jae-Hong!" He heard someone call out in Korean; he knew who it belonged to. Walking towards him was the red head known as Hwoarang, "You entering the tournament?" He asked, hoping to get a chance to see how good Jae-Hong was. Though Hwoarang never got the chance to find out what style he used, he assumed it was Tae Kwon Do.
"I don't know, I might." Kim replied in an attempt to get Hwoarang off his back about it. This failed miserably.
"You 'might'? What? You don't have any confidence in your skills or something!?" Hwoarang asked, annoyed by his indecisive answer, "I'm entering and I want to see how your Tae Kwon Do compares to mine." Hwoarang told his fellow Korean, who folded his arms in response.
"I don't practice Tae Kwon Do," Jae-Hong began, catching Hwoarang by surprise, "My style is Taekkyon!" Jae-Hong declared with pride, staring directly into Hwoarang's eyes.
The red head smirked, "Even better, not only will beat Kazama, I'll be able to show you my style is better." Hwoarang challenged to him, the two of them locked in a staring contest which made a bit of a scene since they were conversing in their native tongue.
Kim merely returned the smirk, "We'll see about that now won't we?" Jae-Hong said in English, he picked the line up from a movie he watched. Inside Jae-Hong was surprised, from out of nowhere, this small urge to show Hwoarang how good he was blew up into a personal rivalry.
Students were already laying down bets for the fight. King observed the spectacle and then returned his attention to the poster, 'This is my chance for revenge. Marduk, you'd better be ready.'
To be cont.
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Preview: Kim and Hwoarang's feud escalates as Jae-Hong's little trip to the gym becomes a three way brawl between him, Hwoarang, and Steve Fox.
Next Chapter: Fists, Feet, and deleted data
Notes:
Hong 10 is an accomplished Korean Bboy that won the Bboy competition known as The Red Bull BC One 2006.
In order to make the story more credible, I made Heihachi Kazuya's grandfather instead of his father.
Don't ask me why I came up with the Kazuya/Julia date, it was just a thought that I decided to throw in. No, this won't turn into an affair... unless-
