After Scorpion closed the door, he sat down at on his couch as Shang Tsung had his guard get him a chair to sit on, to which he got one.

"Thanks Rozu." Shang Tsung said before looking at Scorpion, smiling at him. "Do you know why I'm here… Scorpion?" He said, making sure he got used to the name.

"Can't say I do." Scorpion lied, he knew damn well why Shang Tsung was here, he only hoped that Shang Tsung didn't know he was lying.

"I'm here to tell you about a tournament which I hold every year called 'Mortal Kombat'. The strongest fighters, be it murderers, assassins, fighters, anyone who can put up a fight, square off in a fight to the death." He then signaled his guard to which he was given a cigar and cigar butt cutter by his man. "Thank you."

He then cut the butt of the cigar and put the uncut end in his mouth before taking a match out. But before he lit it up, he looked at Scorpion. "Do you mind if i?"

"Go right ahead Mr. Tsung." Scorpion waved off.

"Just Shang Tsung will do." He then lit up the cigar and inhaled the smoke before blowing it out to which his guard put down an ashtray as Shang Tsung looked into Scorpion's pale eyes. "I know a great deal about you, top assassin of the Shirai Ryu, offering no mercy to those you kill, including one Sub-Zero."

Scorpion's hands clenched his couch when he heard his rival's name being spoken off, the fact he was still alive, still made his blood boil, does Shang Tsung know he wasn't dead?

Shang Tsung simply tapped some ash off of the cigar into the ashtray. "I must say, highly impressed by your work."

"Let me take a wild shot in the dark." Scorpion said, looking close into Shang Tsung's bright green eyes. "You want me to join your little 'fight club', am I correct?" Shang Tsung nodded his head. "Okay, what's the prize, because if I'm right, you'll offer top dollar to the man who survives a fight to the death."

"That is indeed correct Scorpion, the winner of the tournament will win a great prize, depending on what he wants, take for example a man who wants great wealth, he will get such wealth. Another wants power, he will receive power. The prizes are endless." Shang Tsung explained before tilting his head. "Do you want to join Scorpion?"

Scorpion gave this some thought, okay, more like mock thought, of course he was gonna do it, Sub-Zero was gonna be there! But he had to act like he was thinking to fool Shang Tsung. After a while, he nodded his head and shook his hand. "I'm in."

"Excellent." Shang Tsung smirked, shaking Scorpion's hands before letting go and standing up. "I will you see you at the tournament and I'll now leave you be." He said walking towards the door as did his guard.

"Wait!" Scorpion said to which Shang Tsung turned around to look at him. "How will I even know where your tournament will be?"

Shang Tsung smirked as his guard gave Scorpion a piece of paper. "On there is the date and instructions to the sight where I'm hosting the tournament." He said. "Don't miss out."

Those were the last words he said before him and the guard left, leaving Scorpion alone.

The next morning, Scorpion was walking at the Deacon City park, clad in a yellow hat, black/yellow hooded sweater, black jeans, yellow/black sneakers, one of the very few spots in the city where it wasn't utter chaos, if anything, it was the most peaceful part of the city.

He then stopped in front of a pond and started to throw some bread crumbs from a bag at the ducks in there for a while before some person who looked like a huge street punk, but Scorpion knew who it really was.

"Hello… Jacks." Scorpion said to the punk who turned his head to the Punk, who happened to Major Jackson Briggs, disguised and going under a fake name.

"So, did he come by?" Detective Briggs asked, throwing in some bread crumbs himself to the ducks.

"Yeah, asked me to be in his tournament." Scorpion said, throwing a crumb in, watching a small duckling eat it up. "I said yes."

"Weird choice of locale to give me the info." Detective Briggs said as he looked around the locale before looking back at the pond.

"I like it here, one place in the city where I can clear my head." Scorpio n simply said throwing another piece of bread in, same duckling from before eating it.

"Let me guess, you and your wife used to take your song here to feed the ducks?" Detective Briggs asked to which a quick memory in Scorpion's mind went through his head, one which showed him with his wife, watching their son throw some bread into the lake.

Scorpion after getting back to reality nodded his head. "Yeah." He then looked at Detective Briggs. "He doesn't know about the plan."

"Good, can't have that happen. But never know. But I want to tell you when you go into the tournament; you will have help from the inside."

Scorpion nodded his head. "Undercover cop?"

Detective Briggs shook his head. "Nope, one of Shang Tsung's fighters, not a fan of his work, like us, wants to see him die."

"Who is it?" Scorpion asked to which Detective Briggs shook his head.

"Can't say their name, but he OR she will approach you during it, you'll know then."

"Sounds fair."

"So, you ready for it?"

"Always."

"Good." Detective Briggs said before throwing the last of the bread in. "When you get more information, you know how to contact me. See you later."

And with those words, he left, leaving Scorpion alone still throwing the bread in the pond, watching the ducks keep eating them.

Scorpion knew that it that this tournament was probably gonna be the death of him, but he was ready to stare death in the face.

All right dude, another new chapter of this. Kinda wanted to have a… Calm moment before all the chaos begins, hence Scorpion and Detective Briggs talking in the park. R&R bitches!