Ding, ding, ding! The belled chimed as the wrestling match had concluded. The challenger had defeated the champion by knockout. The wrestler who had won the match was an America street fighter with, long blond hair, opened fingerless gloves, green cargo pants, red bandana, and scaring from his eyes to his shoulders. He held a strong scowl on his face as he raised his arm up in victory. Ibuki and Koji watched munched on popcorn while watching the big matchup.

"Attention everyone, our winner is…um. I'm sorry. What is your name?" the referee asked.

He answered. "Alex."

"Our winner is… Alex." He announced.

The crowd caused an uproar cheering his name as he exit the ring quietly. A little kid suddenly tugged him with piece a paper and pencil asking. "Excuse Mr. Alex, could I have you autograph?"

He replied by signing his signature on the paper and took his leave. This bold street fighter was not the least bit interested in fighting for personal glory. Similar to Ryu, he fought mainly to seek out new challenges. But little did he know that he was being watched by strange, black suited, men from the audience.

As his walked alone on the streets of Tokyo, Japan a few black BMW cars blocked his way. The men exited the vehicles revealing the same black suited men from the audience.

One man approached Alex tossing his cigarette and said, "Our boss had a lot of money riding on the champion. And thanks to you it's now lost, so I hope you have means to make up for it or we might get a little rough."

Alex held off grim look on his face as he stood face to face with the thugs. The men armed themselves with deadly weapons of, crowbars, metal chains, pocket knife, spike clubs, and bats.

"We could do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice pal?" he threatened.

Alex took off his jacket preparing to fight. Two men armed with a crowbar charged at Alex. He performed a charging head butt, causing the men to fly back five feet away. One man swung his bat, but shattered on impact of Alex's tough muscles. He grabbed him by the face and tossed him.

"Ugh! To hell with this! We'll do it the hard way then." He grunted pulling out a handgun. "Come fight for us or else!"

Suddenly, a kunai knife stuck the thug's handgun disarming him. The young ninja leaped in with downward kick.

"You bastard!" one man exclaimed striking Alex with a spike club.

He had severely injured him, but Alex still stood on his toes. Alex was then shot in the back; he immediately preformed a flip and stomped on the thug with his hard combat boots.

The other thugs cowered in fear as they retreated to their BMW's and left the scene. Alex fell to his knees, bleeding all over. Ibuki and Koji carried Alex back to the house for treatment.

With her first aid ninja kit, Ibuki tended to his gaping wounds.

"So why were those lowlifes after you?" Koji inquired.

Alex took a deep breath and said, "My guess is that the champion must have been employed by the Yakuza, and has been gaining money for each victory. Thus he kept his title as the undefeated champion. I challenged him to a fight just to see what he was made of, and when I won. This is what happened."

"Hum. And I suppose when you defeated the champion they must have wanted a new fighter for hire?" he figured.

Alex nodded his head in reply, "I could not care less about fighting for money. I have my own reasons."

"I'm all done. You should be back on your feet in no time." Ibuki alerted.

Alex rose up to leave, "That is unnecessary. Thanks for your help, but I have to go now."

Ibuki quickly grabbed his arm, "Wait a minute those thugs will tear you apart if they find you again. You're going to need help."

He pulled his arm back, "No way! This is no place for children."

Ibuki shot back, "Hey don't forget. This child saved your life! And it didn't look like you were doing any better against them. So like it or not we're going to help you."

Alex glared at Ibuki with a vicious scowl reluctant to accept her help. Ibuki stared at Alex showing no fear of his strength as her answer still remained the same. Alex suddenly threw an unexpected punch at Ibuki. Before the attack connected Ibuki was already on his shoulders.

Alex sighed conceding to her demand, "Fine then, it's your funeral and don't expect me to save you."

It was a quiet night as Alex walked trailed the streets. He was fully on guard in case the thugs came back. Ibuki and Koji stayed in the shadows keeping Alex on monitor. But Alex still didn't want any help from them. He was determined to face the dangers alone.

A black limousine stopped by him as a few black suited men surrounded armed with a handgun.

"So you're gonna make this easy?" he demanded.

"Yeah, you don't want people to get hurt all on your account do you?" the second thug threatened.

"Take me to your boss!" Alex ordered.

The thugs smiled on his request thinking that he was surrendering. Alex stepped into the car without hesitation. The thugs could not help by wonder why did he surrender so easily, but at the same time were happy that they captured Alex. As the limousine car drove away Ibuki and Koji followed its trail.

"So this is the new champion that put ours into the hospital?" The Yakuza mob boss approached Alex with such class. He was around in his forties, and smoked an expensive cigar.

He circled around him, "You have quite a physique. No doubt you will make me lots of money. Off course you yourself will be well compensated, my large friend."

The mob boss placed his hand on Alex's shoulder, "So what do you say? Fight for me."

Alex immediately shrugged his off, "I refuse to fight for scum like you."

Disappointed by his answer, the mob boss ordered his men as they aimed their machine guns at Alex. The tough expression on Alex remained unchanged even if he was surrounded with heavily armed weapons. As they were about to fire, a sound occurred from outside that aroused their suspicion.

"What the hell was that? Go check it out, he might not be alone!" He instructed his men.

The men checked the outside as they took tiny steps at a time. Ibuki leaped at one of the preforming her neck breaker technique. Koji ambushed another of the men knocking him unconscious with a powerful thrust.

"Hold it right there ninja!" the guard ordered as he held a gun at Ibuki's back.

Ibuki grinned as she used a thick smoke bomb. The guard senses started to dim caught in the smoke screen. Before a second later he was found hanging by his feet (like bungee rope).

"Get me down from here-" he called by was immediately silenced.

Before on man could shoot at Ibuki, Koji quickly placed a trashcan over his head. The two then delivered a strong kick within the can knocking out the thug.

The mob boss suddenly continued to hold his gun towards Alex determined to make him fight for them, but Alex still declined.

"Grr! Where are those idiots? How hard is it to check on a simple sound outside?" he grunted.

The remaining thugs piled on Alex armed with katana swords.

"We could have had good relationship, if you only cooperated." He sighed.

The men were blown away by Alex's intense power. He alternated twice between punches and backhand chops. He caught the mob boss under his grip and preformed a double suplex.

"This isn't over…" the mob boss groaned in pain.

He tried to call his other men, but they were already taken down by Ibuki and Koji. The mob boss was left defenseless. Alex grabbed the mob boss by the collar and stood face to face.

"Will you leave me alone now?" he asked aggressively.

"Yeah sure… just please don't kill me." He pleaded sweating.

"I guess I was wrong about you two." Alex said impressed as Ibuki and Koji place a thumb up symbol for job well done.

The next day Alex arrived to New York. He wondered the streets seeking new challenges. However, his true reasons still remained unknown of what he was fighting for (as he glanced at his fist).

"Welcome back Alex!" a girl called.

"My student, you're back at last! I've waited a long time for your return." A man shouted.

The former military veteran came to Alex with a crutch on one leg along with a teenage girl. These two were Alex's closest friends. The man's name was Tom, and his cute daughter, Patricia. Both of them were glad to see Alex back in one piece. Even if they weren't related by blood, he was still considered family.

"It's good to see you two again. I'm glad to hear you've been doing well on your recovery Tom."

"Oh this old injury can heal with time Alex. And I see you've changed really well, since our training days. I barely recognized you." He replied.

"Yeah, I met some interesting people out there, but I will continue my path as a warrior. There are other fighters out there awaiting my challenge after all, but for now, I'll be in town for the next few days." Alex smiled.