Tekken: King of Iron Discipline
 

Kazuya Mishima sat on his throne, the leader of Mishima Zaibatsu. The Iron Fist Tournament was progressing smoothly, with martial artists from all over the world competing against each other. As the sponsor of the tournament this year however, any fighter who wished to be crowned 'King' of Iron Fist would need to defeat Kazuya himself. All he had to do was wait for them to reach him. Who would be first, he wondered. Paul Phoenix? Nina Williams? His own father Heihachi, former head of the Mishima Zaibatsu, who was competing this year as well?

To Kazuya's surprise however, it was none of those fighters. Rather, his own adopted brother and rival, Lee Chaolan, was the first to enter the fighting chambers . . .

"You?" he asked, standing in his impeccable purple suit.

"Surprised?"Lee responded, all these years of training in the mountains would finally pay off. He was the silver haired demon now. Fighting couldn't start right away, there had to be some humiliation to his brother.

"Only that you had the guts to face me," Kazuya sneered. He advanced towards his 'brother'. "Do you really think you have a chance? Face it, your fighting skills have always lagged behind mine . . . "

Though he was mostly calm on the outside, his silver eyes burned with rage.

"Come..." he said, his angered tone turned excited towards the end of the word. His brother came closer, his smile like the devil's.

The silver haired demon set all of his racing thoughts aside. Soon glory, and sweet revenge would come that tasted better than wine.

He got into his hitman stance, this couldn't be hesitated any longer.

"As you wish," Kazuya smirked. His adopted brother had always been jealous of him, ever since Kazuya had defeated their father and assumed his place as leader of the richest and most powerful corporation in the world. Now he wished to challenge him? Kazuya would give him what he desired.

With a sprint of sudden speed, he charged right at him!

Kazuya was running very fast now. His onyx eyes were glowing, ready to devour any move that was attempted. He came nearer and nearer. Balling his fist, Lee hid his quivering hands.

Then he yelled, drawing his leg to the side and then kicking at him. His foot seemed to pause for the moment.

Had he really done this? Never in his life had he even hit Kazuya... Not like this... But it felt so good.

Kazuya's face cringed in pain, and he stumbled back just a little.

Lee stood in a slight fighting position, his toes planted into the ground. Not letting a small shiver cross

Forcing himself, Lee faced his brother. His silver locks cutting through most of his face.
"I'm not done yet..."he started. "Why would I come all the way here... Just to see you laugh?"

(hey, sorry, I got caught up in some other stuff . . . still willing to continue in this thread?)

Kazuya gaped in shock at that blow. In all the years of sparring with his half-brother, often cruelly, Kazuya had always been the superior fighter. But the speed of that kick had caught him off-guard. He backed up a half-step, rubbing his jaw.

"Ah, so you have been training yourself . . . perhaps this won't be so boring after all," he said, smirking as his eyes gave just a momentary flash of red. He went at Lee again, but this time left no openings which could be taken advantage of.

There was no way to go now. Something about those eyes triggered fear. And it wasn't fair. Had his new confidence not had been enough?! Stuck in the monent a powerful kick hit Lee. He flipped over a couple times, landing on his face.

"Ack!" Lee coughed, a painful tear ran from his eyes. A bit of bloody saliva came from his cough. Pretending to wipe off sweat, he smoothed away a tear. He sighed in temporary defeat, but began to laugh

"Hnnnh, something funny?" Kazuya asked, spitting to the side. His eyes narrowed, uncertain whether Lee was laughing at himself or not.

Lee smiled, his bangs shielding his eyes. "Your efforts are nothing compared to mine! I will be the king of this putrid tournament!"

At that moment, the lights went out. Startled, Lee looked around. Balling his fists he yelled in the most confident voice possible. "Try a-anything you want!"