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Chapter 1: Family
This is the story of a family. The Zeng Family. The patriarch of the family, Dr. Dex Zeng, was a former scientist of the US military who worked on synthetic drugs to increase endurance and strength. He used himself as a test subject, making himself one of the strongest fighters on earth, alongside his military training. He was discharged from service due to his manic personality, thus he spent years wandering the earth. He went from country to country, doing research into the occult as well as the sciences. One day, he stumbled upon a ruin, where he supposedly learned his destiny. The doctor believed he was the chosen one, said to bring order to the world after its’ destruction in the year 2000. So he continued to wander, bringing acolytes to his cause, promising them salvation. This brought him considerable wealth. To most of the world he was philanthropist Dr. Dex Zeng. But behind the scenes his cult ran deep. Then eventually his plan began to bear fruit.
One of his followers, nicknamed Lady Gobodo, was taken as his wife. He picked her due to her special gift. Long ago, the demon Algol gifted their family line with the devil gene. A genetic property giving them the powers of the demon himself. Together they bore a son, Vergil Zeng, in the year 1958. Dr. Zeng was sure Vergil was the one to bring about the destruction of the world come the turn of the millenium. All he had to do was wait and prepare for the new world once his sons’ devil gene was awakened. However, something unexpected happened. When Vergil turned 10, his father killed Lady Gobodo with his bare hands. Enraged, the 10 year old challenged his father atop the cliff right outside Zeng Tower. “You bastard! You killed my mother!”
“Don’t be a fool, boy. She would’ve brought the destruction of the planet too soon. You should thank me.” Zeng tells him.
“Rrragh!” Vergil runs at him, only to be stopped by Zengs’ hand on his forehead. He starts punching his fathers’ arm and crying. “Die! Die you bastard!”
Zeng sighs. “This is what will destroy the planet at the turn of the millenium?……begh.” He shoves Vergil back, making him fall on his butt. “If you really want to avenge your mother then wipe your tears and get serious.”
“Rrrrragh!” Vergil runs at him and starts throwing punches, his father taught him military CQC when he was younger. But that wasn’t enough. Zeng blocks and dodges the punches easily, and sends a right hook into Vergils’ gut. Vergil collapses to the ground, sputtering and coughing.
The doctor scoffs. “Pitiful.” He says before turning and walking away.
A fire lights in Vergils’ eyes, he gets to his feet and charges his father. He wanted to rip his black gaping hole of a heart out. But before he had a chance, the back of Zengs’ fist smashed into his head. He went spiraling to the ground unconscious. A small trickle of blood went down his face from his mouth as his body twitched slightly.
“Tsh. You are no monster. And you are no son of mine.” Zeng says as he picks him up bridal style. He walks to the edge of the cliff. “The strong survive. The weak perish. If you cannot defeat me, then you’ll have no place in the new world.” Zeng tells him, before dropping him off the cliffside to certain doom.
Vergil crashes against branches and rocks as he tumbles down the cliffside, it should’ve killed him. It would’ve killed anyone, especially someone so young. And for a long moment it seemed it had, his body laying at the foot of the cliff unmoving. But as day turns to night, the white haired boy slowly rises from the ground. He was covered in dirt and bruises and scrapes, his arm was broken, but he was miraculously alive. But not only was he alive, his eyes glowed with the fury of hell.
Vergil spent the next 6 years training hard. Making his punches and kicks like iron. Until one day the 15 year old faced the supposed strongest man on earth, a similarly aged man from Greece named Hercules. He was a scrawny kid with orange hair and white ragged old clothes, he didn’t look like he’d be much in a fight at all. Supposedly he was strong enough to lift a building, yet he had no muscle to speak of.
With Hercules was his friend Sun Wukong, the self proclaimed Monkey King. Though it was unknown if he truly was the king of the monkeys, his look gave credence to his self given monacre. Having red hair that covered most of his body, as well as a monkey tail. He was dressed in old-fashioned garb, from China. The two foreign self proclaimed heroes also spoke in their native dialects, Greek and Chinese. Luckily, they were also both well-versed in many languages. as was Vergil.
“Kalós. Eíste étoimoi? Tha se proeidopoiíso ómos, eímai o misós Theós.” (Alright. You ready? I’ll warn you though. I’m half God) The young man asks as he shadow boxes, he had clearly been training as well. His form was solid, though Vergil was still skeptical.
The white haired boy sighs “Just attack and prove your title, ‘strongest man’.” Vergil demands.
Hercules gets a bit nervous, he’s never fought someone this eager or intense before. But Wukong was right behind him.
“Bié ràng tā jiējìn nǐ, hè kè! Ràng xiāngjiāo kàn kàn shuí cái shì lǎodà!” (Don’t let him get to you Herc! Show that banana who’s boss!)
Vergil steps in and sends a couple jabs to Hercules’s face, followed up by a hook to the gut.
Hercules, though lacking in training, uses his natural strength to absorb the blows. He retaliates with a powerful shove, relying on his godly heritage to match Virgil's prowess.
Vergil grunts as he’s pushed back, this scrawny kid definitely had plenty of strength despite his frame. But Vergil, with his superior skill, dashes in close and kicks him in the head.
Hercules, showing resilience, shakes off the kick and swiftly counters with a wild swing of his arms, attempting to use his raw power against Vergil's finesse.
Vergil easily avoids the attack by leaning back and kicks his ankles out from under him.
Hercules, stumbling but quick to recover, rolls backward and springs back onto his feet, ready to face Vergil's next move with determination.
Vergil runs up and jumps, sending 2 mid air kicks to his head.
Hercules, caught off guard by the aerial assault, tries to block with his forearms. The impact sends him back, but his divine resilience helps him endure the blows.
Vergil hops with a spinning heel kick to his head, then lands to give a second spinning kick to his ankles.
Hercules, momentarily disoriented, takes the hits but channels his strength to regain composure. He counters by attempting a swift grab, aiming to use his godly might to restrain Vergil.
Vergil finds himself surprised, unable to get out of the restraint, he really was the strongest man on earth. Despite his scrawny frame.
Hercules, maintaining his grip, grins confidently, “Óchi tóso grígora fíle. Boreí na eísai grígoros, allá écho ti dýnami enós theoú!”
(Not so fast, buddy. You might be quick, but I've got the strength of a god!)
“Hmph.” Vergil goes limp, slinking out of Hercules’s grip and sends a low straight punch to his gut to send him back.
Hercules, caught off guard by Vergil's agility, staggers back from the punch. He regains his stance, a bit impressed, and readies himself for the next exchange.
Vergil moves in and sends a high kick to Hercules’s head.
Hercules, showcasing surprising agility, ducks under Vergil's high kick, countering with a swift uppercut in an attempt to capitalize on his strength advantage.
Vergil grunts as he goes flying from the punch. He flips mid air and lands on his feet. His jaw had a bruise, time to end this. Vergil dashes in and starts sending a rapid barrage of jabs to Hercules’s midsection.
In a final clash, Vergil and Hercules simultaneously land powerful blows on each other. Vergil with one last straight to the gut, and Herc with one last hook to the head, leaving them both battered.
Wukong helps Herc up. Herc offers Vergil a hand, but the white haired young man spits blood on the ground and gets up on his own. Clearly, he needed more training. He walks off without a word to the 2 heroes, leaving Herc a bit flabberghasted.
“Bié ràng tā zhǎodào nǐ, hè kè. Tā zhǐshì yītóu jídù de niú.” (Don’t let him get to you Herc. He’s just a jealous cow.)
1 year later. In a barge at sea.
Sonya Blade, a general in the US special forces. She wore a short green tank top and matching tight fitting pants with a black waistband that matched the headband wrapped under her blonde hair. She had finished off all of the heads of the Kometa company, and stopped project Salacia, a secret project that would’ve made Kometa and the Zeng Zaibatsu a global superpower. She takes the escape pod to get out of there, but as she does it breaks, causing her to get flung out onto a balcony outside the burning ship. With her arrives Ada Wong, a spy who is working for Kometa. It seemed she still had one opponent left. “Hmph. Alright bitch.” Sonya says getting her fists up. “Bring it on.” The 2 had fought once before, but it hd ended with a stalemate because Sonya had fallen through a bridge.
Ada Wong smirks, her cold gaze fixed on Sonya Blade. "Impressive work, Blade. But your luck's run out." Ada gracefully steps forward, her sleek black outfit contrasting with Sonya's military attire. "This time, there's no escape for you." The tension rises as the two formidable women prepare for another intense confrontation.
Sonya grunts and stumbles back from the hit. “Hmph.” She charges and feints a low kick to go for a high kick that leads into a set of upward bicycle kicks, that fluidly lead to her catching Adas’ body with both legs and spins backwards to launch her headfirst to the ground.
Ada, caught off guard by the quick feint, grunts as Sonya's high kick connects. As the bicycle kicks commence, Ada attempts to block and evade, but finds herself ensnared by Sonya's acrobatic assault. With a swift spin, Ada is launched headfirst towards the ground, but she manages to perform a mid-air twist, landing on her feet with a controlled grace. "Not bad, Blade. But the real game begins now," Ada remarks, ready to retaliate.
Sonya says “I’m just getting started.” And moves in with a high kick from her left leg followed up by another high kick from her right.
Ada responds with a quick backflip, narrowly avoiding the first high kick, and ducks under the second with a precise movement. As Sonya's second kick misses, Ada seizes the opportunity, countering with a series of rapid strikes aimed at Sonya's exposed midsection. "You'll have to do better than that," Ada states with a hint of amusement, maintaining her focus.
Sonya blocks some of the hits, and counters with a low hook kick. Followed by an axe handle kick to the side.
Ada adeptly blocks Sonya's low hook kick with a well-timed forearm block, but the axe handle kick catches her off guard, causing her to stagger slightly. Recovering quickly, Ada retaliates with a spinning roundhouse kick aimed at Sonya's head.
But Sonya catches her leg and tosses her near the edge of the balcony. Then runs in and jumps with a downward punch to the midsection.
Sonya's swift move catches Ada by surprise as she's tossed towards the balcony's edge. Reacting quickly, Ada manages to grab onto the railing, preventing herself from falling. However, before she can fully regain her balance, Sonya leaps in with a powerful downward punch to Ada's midsection. The impact resonates, but Ada grits her teeth and counters with a precise knee strike aimed at Sonya's ribs.
Sonya huffs from the knee, and counters with an elbow to the head. She follows it up with a second spinning elbow to the same spot.
Ada, momentarily stunned by the elbow strike, quickly regains her composure and attempts to block the second spinning elbow. However, Sonya's relentless assault connects, leaving Ada momentarily vulnerable. With a calculated move, Ada retaliates with a sweeping leg kick aimed at Sonya's ankles, aiming to disrupt her balance and create an opening for her own counterattack.
Sonya steps back to avoid the sweep, then blasts Ada off the side of the ship with her wrist gauntlets.
Ada, caught off guard by Sonya's unexpected use of wrist gauntlets, is sent flying off the side of the ship. As she plummets, Ada quickly deploys a concealed grappling hook, latching onto a protruding structure and swinging back onto the balcony. Only to get caught and tossed off again by Sonya, who grabs her grappling hook to keep her from coming back. “Bye bye bitch.”
However, Ada gets a ride from a chopper flown by the Zeng Zaibatsu. Sonya calls for an evac, they have a new enemy.
1 year later in a mixed UFC championship bout.
“In this corner! The returning champion! The legendary WILDCAT!” The announcer shouts. Wildcat enters as his entrance music plays, wearing his old hero garb as he enters the ring with his championship belt wrapped around his waist. He pulls it off and holds it over his head. “Hahah! Yeah!” He hands it to the ref and shadow boxes as he stands in his corner.
“And the challenger! Famous world wrestler MISAKI TOYODA!”
Toyoda steps into the ring with confidence, wearing a pink leotard that showed off her body quite a bit. Her determined expression matching the intensity of the moment. She eyes Wildcat, acknowledging the challenge ahead. “Hm.Yoi tatakai o shimashou
(Hm. Let’s have a good fight.)
“Sure thing kid. Whatever you said.” Wildcat replies getting his fists up.
“Begin!” The announcer shouts.
Wildcat moves in with a hook to the head followed by a high kick that moves into an axe handle kick to the head.
Toyoda swiftly ducks under the hook, narrowly avoiding the high kick. With lightning speed, she counters Wildcat's attack, aiming for his midsection with a powerful body slam, aiming to use her wrestling expertise to gain an early advantage in the match.
Wildcat gets his boots under her and kicks her off. “You ain’t the first wrestler I tangoed with lil lady.” He says getting up.
Toyoda quickly regains her footing, showcasing her resilience. She smirks at Wildcat.
"Well, let's see if you can keep up with a world-class wrestler then, old man." She readies herself for the next exchange, preparing to unleash her own arsenal of wrestling moves.
Wildcat moves in with 2 jabs and a straight, but Toyoda skillfully evades the jabs, bobbing and weaving with precise movements. As Wildcat throws the straight, she seizes the opportunity, executing a quick counter with a swift leg sweep, aiming to trip him up and create an opening for her next move. A knee drop.
Wildcat grunts as he hits the ground, but rolls out of the way of her knee drop, making her have to roll to her feet to face him.
Wildcat moves in and goes for an Overhead punch, but Toyoda manages to catch it and turns to judo throw him over her shoulder.
Wildcat rolls to his feet and sends jabs to her face, which she manages to block. He sends an uppercut to her head, but she ducks under it and sends a roundhouse kick to his midsection.
Wildcat grunts and sends an elbow to her head and a straight to her sternum. She takes the elbow but manages to catch Wildcats’ arm and gets him in a joint lock, getting him to the ground and wrenching his arm. Wildcat grunts and fights, but eventually he has no choice but to tap. Misaki gets up and is declared the victor, taking her new championship belt. “Kochira wa Berserk!” (This is for Berserk!) She went to shake Wildcats’ hand, but he was already gone.
Years ago, the infamous Mad Gear gang had a tight grip on Metro City Tennessee. Until a group of 4 vigilantes rose up and sent their big boss crashing down a 20 story drop.
After Mad Gear was dissolved. Their bosses all disbanded and started doing their own things, except Sodom, who wanted to reform the group, but needed money to do so.
Another boss, the hitwoman Cheshire, had different plans. When the vigilantes’ fought her, she saw that one of them, the mutant Silver Fox, had a pendant she had been searching for for years. So she spent the next couple years tracking Silver Fox down.
Cheshire finds Silver Fox at her families’ reserve in Africa. She waits for the mutant to be alone and charges, slashing both sets of claws at Silver Fox
Silver Fox quickly dodges her slashing claws, utilizing her enhanced reflexes. With a smirk, she draws her firearm, aiming for a non-lethal shot to disarm Cheshire.
Cheshire flips and cartwheels to avoid the shots and leaps right over Silver fox, swinging both sets of claws at her back.
Silver Fox swiftly rolls forward, narrowly avoiding the claws aimed at her back. With a fluid motion, she rises and attempts a counterattack, firing a precise shot towards Cheshire's wrist, trying to disarm one of her hands.
Cheshire backflips and as soon as her feet touch the ground she leaps at Silver Fox claws first like a rocket.
Silver Fox braces herself for the incoming attack, using her enhanced agility to sidestep at the last moment. As Cheshire rockets past her, Silver Fox seizes the opportunity to strike, delivering a powerful blow aimed at Cheshire's flank with the butt of her firearm.
Cheshire grunts and stumbles forward before facing her again. “Hmph.” She was just as good as she was when they fought last time. She decides to retreat for now, but not before seeing her daughter, Lisa, walk over. She had darker skin than Silver Fox and short dark brown hair, thanks to her dad.
“Mama?”
Cheshire jumps and slashes across her daughters’ back before retreating.
Silver Fox's heart sinks at the sight of the young girl being harmed. With a determined expression, she rushes to Lisas’ side, checking her injuries and providing first aid. "Hang in there, we'll get you patched up," she assures her daughter as she hurries her inside and gets the bandages and sewing kit, using her powers to put her to sleep so she can sew her marks and bandage them. “Cheshire will pay for this. I’ll make sure she pays for what she did to you baby.”
A year later, the night before Dr. Dex Zeng was to announce the first King of Iron Fist Tournament.
An old black man drives his dump truck up to what felt like his hundredth dumpster of the night. The trucks’ grabbers move out and take the dumpster, lifting it up toward the bed of the truck to drop its’ contents, but as it’s being lifted it suddenly stops. The engine had died somehow. “Aw what the hell?” The driver says trying to start it up again. “C’mon you piece a shi-“ he grumbles until sparks of static electricity start flaring up in the air.
He looks out and sees a bright flash of light that kicks up a ton of smoke. And in the smoke was a large muscled man knelt on the ground, seeming to be naked. “What the hell?” The guy makes the smart move of getting out and running, leaving the truck behind.
The man stands to his feet, slowly taking stock of his surroundings, but really he wasn’t a man at all. He was a Terminator, a T-800 to be exact. Sent from the future for one purpose. To kill Dr. Dex Zeng.
The Terminator walks his way down the street, drawing the attention of 3 hooligans. “Hey. What’s wrong with this picture?” One of them asks, his hair spiked up in a blue mohawk. “Nice night for a walk huh?”
The Terminator studies them a moment, then repeats “Nice night for a walk.” Its’ voice having an odd accent and tone, as if it’s never spoken before.
“Dry cleaning tomorrow? Nothing to wear?” Another one asks him, the 3 guys chuckling.
“Dry cleaning tomorrow. Nothing to wear.” He repeats back.
“You’re a couple screws loose huh?”
“Give me your clothes.” The Terminator demands. Looking at the biggest of the 3, his clothes would fit well enough. Meanwhile he searches through his databanks to see if any of these 3 were important to the timeline.
“Excuse me?”
“Give them to me. Now.” He demands again. His databanks came up empty, they were nobodies, expendable in time. They would’ve died in a shootout later that night. Nobody will miss them.
One of them pulls out a switchblade. “Fuck you asshole!” The other 2 follow his lead.
The Terminator grabs the mohawk guys’ arm and breaks it with ease. Then grabs the second one as he swings the knife at him and punches the big guy in the face, breaking his nose. Then uses that same arm to punch a hole right through the second guys’ stomach. He turns to the big guy, who was backing away from the Terminator. “O-okay! Okay! Take them!” He says removing his jacket and shirt, followed by his pants and shoes.
The Terminator takes them and says in a deadpan voice. “Fuck you, asshole.” Before walking away.
Meanwhile, Dr. Zeng had seen the whole thing on his surveillance cameras. He had a lit cigar in his hand, taking a puff before telling his trusty sidekick Ursaring “turn on the Major.”
Ursaring nods and steps to a big red button, slapping his paw on it to activate a machine with shades that resembled a large bald black man in a wifebeater and cargo pants. Major Metallitron. Dr. Zengs’ ultimate killing machine.
“Major. You have one task. Keep yourself away from me.” Zeng tells him.
“Yes sir.” The Major says before jumping right through the roof, scaring the shit out of Ursaring while Zeng sighs. “Should’ve told him to use the door first.”
Meanwhile in Zengs’ lounge area sat his adoptive son Cronos and an old family friend, Tung Fu Rue. With them was the group of people Zeng had hired for the King of Iron Fist Tournament. Wildcat, Ada Wong, Blob, and Cheshire. Blob was glaring daggers at Wildcat, the guy who helped take out the whole Mad Gear gang, and ruined the best gig he ever had. Eventually he works himself up to get in Wildcats’ face, at least as much as he could given his height. Despite being a teenager his height and weight were closer to a sumo wrestler.
“Well. If it aint mr. Big an’…….just real big.” Wildcat comments
“I saw that fight you lost old man. I don’t see those fists packin the same punch they did when you weren’t pissing dust.”
“An’ I don’t see you pickin’ up a salad anytime soon. But I do see that gut o’ yers packin’ an extra 20 pounds. At this rate I think a salad could kill ya.”
“Tough talk comin’ from an old man who lost to a little girl!”
“Anytime anyplace Humpty Dumpty.”
“Enough.” Came the voice of Cronos Orma. Tung was sat meditating in the corner. “You’re both on the same side here. So quit bickering and save your frustration for your opponents.”
“Well said.” Came Dr. Zengs’ voice. “By this time tomorrow, we’ll watch each of your rivals start making their way through the ranks. Each fight, win or lose, will bring them closer to you. This time will be your chance to study them as they fight, learn their strengths and weaknesses. So that when you fight them, you can crush them. Do not disappoint me.” He says before walking back into his camera room.
Come the next day. Hercules and Sun Wukong apply for the tournament, wanting to get the prize money. Sonya Blade enters for the chance to bring Dr. Zeng in. Terminator enters in his new duds, seeing this as the best way to find and kill Dr. Zeng. Sodom enters to get the prize money so he might rebuild Mad Gear. Silver Fox enters after getting an invitation with Cheshires’ claw marks on the back. Misaki Toyoda enters to get the money to save Berserk. The wrestling company she works for.
Zeng watches as Vergil walks up and signs up for the tournament. Being given his watch that tells him where to go when for each fight. “So it’s finally time. The day you show me the power that shall end the world. Algol.”
This is the story of a family. The Zeng Family. The patriarch of the family, Dr. Dex Zeng, was a former scientist of the US military who worked on synthetic drugs to increase endurance and strength. He used himself as a test subject, making himself one of the strongest fighters on earth, alongside his military training. He was discharged from service due to his manic personality, thus he spent years wandering the earth. He went from country to country, doing research into the occult as well as the sciences. One day, he stumbled upon a ruin, where he supposedly learned his destiny. The doctor believed he was the chosen one, said to bring order to the world after its’ destruction in the year 2000. So he continued to wander, bringing acolytes to his cause, promising them salvation. This brought him considerable wealth. To most of the world he was philanthropist Dr. Dex Zeng. But behind the scenes his cult ran deep. Then eventually his plan began to bear fruit.
One of his followers, nicknamed Lady Gobodo, was taken as his wife. He picked her due to her special gift. Long ago, the demon Algol gifted their family line with the devil gene. A genetic property giving them the powers of the demon himself. Together they bore a son, Vergil Zeng, in the year 1958. Dr. Zeng was sure Vergil was the one to bring about the destruction of the world come the turn of the millenium. All he had to do was wait and prepare for the new world once his sons’ devil gene was awakened. However, something unexpected happened. When Vergil turned 10, his father killed Lady Gobodo with his bare hands. Enraged, the 10 year old challenged his father atop the cliff right outside Zeng Tower. “You bastard! You killed my mother!”
“Don’t be a fool, boy. She would’ve brought the destruction of the planet too soon. You should thank me.” Zeng tells him.
“Rrragh!” Vergil runs at him, only to be stopped by Zengs’ hand on his forehead. He starts punching his fathers’ arm and crying. “Die! Die you bastard!”
Zeng sighs. “This is what will destroy the planet at the turn of the millenium?……begh.” He shoves Vergil back, making him fall on his butt. “If you really want to avenge your mother then wipe your tears and get serious.”
“Rrrrragh!” Vergil runs at him and starts throwing punches, his father taught him military CQC when he was younger. But that wasn’t enough. Zeng blocks and dodges the punches easily, and sends a right hook into Vergils’ gut. Vergil collapses to the ground, sputtering and coughing.
The doctor scoffs. “Pitiful.” He says before turning and walking away.
A fire lights in Vergils’ eyes, he gets to his feet and charges his father. He wanted to rip his black gaping hole of a heart out. But before he had a chance, the back of Zengs’ fist smashed into his head. He went spiraling to the ground unconscious. A small trickle of blood went down his face from his mouth as his body twitched slightly.
“Tsh. You are no monster. And you are no son of mine.” Zeng says as he picks him up bridal style. He walks to the edge of the cliff. “The strong survive. The weak perish. If you cannot defeat me, then you’ll have no place in the new world.” Zeng tells him, before dropping him off the cliffside to certain doom.
Vergil crashes against branches and rocks as he tumbles down the cliffside, it should’ve killed him. It would’ve killed anyone, especially someone so young. And for a long moment it seemed it had, his body laying at the foot of the cliff unmoving. But as day turns to night, the white haired boy slowly rises from the ground. He was covered in dirt and bruises and scrapes, his arm was broken, but he was miraculously alive. But not only was he alive, his eyes glowed with the fury of hell.
Vergil spent the next 6 years training hard. Making his punches and kicks like iron. Until one day the 15 year old faced the supposed strongest man on earth, a similarly aged man from Greece named Hercules. He was a scrawny kid with orange hair and white ragged old clothes, he didn’t look like he’d be much in a fight at all. Supposedly he was strong enough to lift a building, yet he had no muscle to speak of.
With Hercules was his friend Sun Wukong, the self proclaimed Monkey King. Though it was unknown if he truly was the king of the monkeys, his look gave credence to his self given monacre. Having red hair that covered most of his body, as well as a monkey tail. He was dressed in old-fashioned garb, from China. The two foreign self proclaimed heroes also spoke in their native dialects, Greek and Chinese. Luckily, they were also both well-versed in many languages. as was Vergil.
“Kalós. Eíste étoimoi? Tha se proeidopoiíso ómos, eímai o misós Theós.” (Alright. You ready? I’ll warn you though. I’m half God) The young man asks as he shadow boxes, he had clearly been training as well. His form was solid, though Vergil was still skeptical.
The white haired boy sighs “Just attack and prove your title, ‘strongest man’.” Vergil demands.
Hercules gets a bit nervous, he’s never fought someone this eager or intense before. But Wukong was right behind him.
“Bié ràng tā jiējìn nǐ, hè kè! Ràng xiāngjiāo kàn kàn shuí cái shì lǎodà!” (Don’t let him get to you Herc! Show that banana who’s boss!)
Vergil steps in and sends a couple jabs to Hercules’s face, followed up by a hook to the gut.
Hercules, though lacking in training, uses his natural strength to absorb the blows. He retaliates with a powerful shove, relying on his godly heritage to match Virgil's prowess.
Vergil grunts as he’s pushed back, this scrawny kid definitely had plenty of strength despite his frame. But Vergil, with his superior skill, dashes in close and kicks him in the head.
Hercules, showing resilience, shakes off the kick and swiftly counters with a wild swing of his arms, attempting to use his raw power against Vergil's finesse.
Vergil easily avoids the attack by leaning back and kicks his ankles out from under him.
Hercules, stumbling but quick to recover, rolls backward and springs back onto his feet, ready to face Vergil's next move with determination.
Vergil runs up and jumps, sending 2 mid air kicks to his head.
Hercules, caught off guard by the aerial assault, tries to block with his forearms. The impact sends him back, but his divine resilience helps him endure the blows.
Vergil hops with a spinning heel kick to his head, then lands to give a second spinning kick to his ankles.
Hercules, momentarily disoriented, takes the hits but channels his strength to regain composure. He counters by attempting a swift grab, aiming to use his godly might to restrain Vergil.
Vergil finds himself surprised, unable to get out of the restraint, he really was the strongest man on earth. Despite his scrawny frame.
Hercules, maintaining his grip, grins confidently, “Óchi tóso grígora fíle. Boreí na eísai grígoros, allá écho ti dýnami enós theoú!”
(Not so fast, buddy. You might be quick, but I've got the strength of a god!)
“Hmph.” Vergil goes limp, slinking out of Hercules’s grip and sends a low straight punch to his gut to send him back.
Hercules, caught off guard by Vergil's agility, staggers back from the punch. He regains his stance, a bit impressed, and readies himself for the next exchange.
Vergil moves in and sends a high kick to Hercules’s head.
Hercules, showcasing surprising agility, ducks under Vergil's high kick, countering with a swift uppercut in an attempt to capitalize on his strength advantage.
Vergil grunts as he goes flying from the punch. He flips mid air and lands on his feet. His jaw had a bruise, time to end this. Vergil dashes in and starts sending a rapid barrage of jabs to Hercules’s midsection.
In a final clash, Vergil and Hercules simultaneously land powerful blows on each other. Vergil with one last straight to the gut, and Herc with one last hook to the head, leaving them both battered.
Wukong helps Herc up. Herc offers Vergil a hand, but the white haired young man spits blood on the ground and gets up on his own. Clearly, he needed more training. He walks off without a word to the 2 heroes, leaving Herc a bit flabberghasted.
“Bié ràng tā zhǎodào nǐ, hè kè. Tā zhǐshì yītóu jídù de niú.” (Don’t let him get to you Herc. He’s just a jealous cow.)
1 year later. In a barge at sea.
Sonya Blade, a general in the US special forces. She wore a short green tank top and matching tight fitting pants with a black waistband that matched the headband wrapped under her blonde hair. She had finished off all of the heads of the Kometa company, and stopped project Salacia, a secret project that would’ve made Kometa and the Zeng Zaibatsu a global superpower. She takes the escape pod to get out of there, but as she does it breaks, causing her to get flung out onto a balcony outside the burning ship. With her arrives Ada Wong, a spy who is working for Kometa. It seemed she still had one opponent left. “Hmph. Alright bitch.” Sonya says getting her fists up. “Bring it on.” The 2 had fought once before, but it hd ended with a stalemate because Sonya had fallen through a bridge.
Ada Wong smirks, her cold gaze fixed on Sonya Blade. "Impressive work, Blade. But your luck's run out." Ada gracefully steps forward, her sleek black outfit contrasting with Sonya's military attire. "This time, there's no escape for you." The tension rises as the two formidable women prepare for another intense confrontation.
Sonya grunts and stumbles back from the hit. “Hmph.” She charges and feints a low kick to go for a high kick that leads into a set of upward bicycle kicks, that fluidly lead to her catching Adas’ body with both legs and spins backwards to launch her headfirst to the ground.
Ada, caught off guard by the quick feint, grunts as Sonya's high kick connects. As the bicycle kicks commence, Ada attempts to block and evade, but finds herself ensnared by Sonya's acrobatic assault. With a swift spin, Ada is launched headfirst towards the ground, but she manages to perform a mid-air twist, landing on her feet with a controlled grace. "Not bad, Blade. But the real game begins now," Ada remarks, ready to retaliate.
Sonya says “I’m just getting started.” And moves in with a high kick from her left leg followed up by another high kick from her right.
Ada responds with a quick backflip, narrowly avoiding the first high kick, and ducks under the second with a precise movement. As Sonya's second kick misses, Ada seizes the opportunity, countering with a series of rapid strikes aimed at Sonya's exposed midsection. "You'll have to do better than that," Ada states with a hint of amusement, maintaining her focus.
Sonya blocks some of the hits, and counters with a low hook kick. Followed by an axe handle kick to the side.
Ada adeptly blocks Sonya's low hook kick with a well-timed forearm block, but the axe handle kick catches her off guard, causing her to stagger slightly. Recovering quickly, Ada retaliates with a spinning roundhouse kick aimed at Sonya's head.
But Sonya catches her leg and tosses her near the edge of the balcony. Then runs in and jumps with a downward punch to the midsection.
Sonya's swift move catches Ada by surprise as she's tossed towards the balcony's edge. Reacting quickly, Ada manages to grab onto the railing, preventing herself from falling. However, before she can fully regain her balance, Sonya leaps in with a powerful downward punch to Ada's midsection. The impact resonates, but Ada grits her teeth and counters with a precise knee strike aimed at Sonya's ribs.
Sonya huffs from the knee, and counters with an elbow to the head. She follows it up with a second spinning elbow to the same spot.
Ada, momentarily stunned by the elbow strike, quickly regains her composure and attempts to block the second spinning elbow. However, Sonya's relentless assault connects, leaving Ada momentarily vulnerable. With a calculated move, Ada retaliates with a sweeping leg kick aimed at Sonya's ankles, aiming to disrupt her balance and create an opening for her own counterattack.
Sonya steps back to avoid the sweep, then blasts Ada off the side of the ship with her wrist gauntlets.
Ada, caught off guard by Sonya's unexpected use of wrist gauntlets, is sent flying off the side of the ship. As she plummets, Ada quickly deploys a concealed grappling hook, latching onto a protruding structure and swinging back onto the balcony. Only to get caught and tossed off again by Sonya, who grabs her grappling hook to keep her from coming back. “Bye bye bitch.”
However, Ada gets a ride from a chopper flown by the Zeng Zaibatsu. Sonya calls for an evac, they have a new enemy.
1 year later in a mixed UFC championship bout.
“In this corner! The returning champion! The legendary WILDCAT!” The announcer shouts. Wildcat enters as his entrance music plays, wearing his old hero garb as he enters the ring with his championship belt wrapped around his waist. He pulls it off and holds it over his head. “Hahah! Yeah!” He hands it to the ref and shadow boxes as he stands in his corner.
“And the challenger! Famous world wrestler MISAKI TOYODA!”
Toyoda steps into the ring with confidence, wearing a pink leotard that showed off her body quite a bit. Her determined expression matching the intensity of the moment. She eyes Wildcat, acknowledging the challenge ahead. “Hm.Yoi tatakai o shimashou
(Hm. Let’s have a good fight.)
“Sure thing kid. Whatever you said.” Wildcat replies getting his fists up.
“Begin!” The announcer shouts.
Wildcat moves in with a hook to the head followed by a high kick that moves into an axe handle kick to the head.
Toyoda swiftly ducks under the hook, narrowly avoiding the high kick. With lightning speed, she counters Wildcat's attack, aiming for his midsection with a powerful body slam, aiming to use her wrestling expertise to gain an early advantage in the match.
Wildcat gets his boots under her and kicks her off. “You ain’t the first wrestler I tangoed with lil lady.” He says getting up.
Toyoda quickly regains her footing, showcasing her resilience. She smirks at Wildcat.
"Well, let's see if you can keep up with a world-class wrestler then, old man." She readies herself for the next exchange, preparing to unleash her own arsenal of wrestling moves.
Wildcat moves in with 2 jabs and a straight, but Toyoda skillfully evades the jabs, bobbing and weaving with precise movements. As Wildcat throws the straight, she seizes the opportunity, executing a quick counter with a swift leg sweep, aiming to trip him up and create an opening for her next move. A knee drop.
Wildcat grunts as he hits the ground, but rolls out of the way of her knee drop, making her have to roll to her feet to face him.
Wildcat moves in and goes for an Overhead punch, but Toyoda manages to catch it and turns to judo throw him over her shoulder.
Wildcat rolls to his feet and sends jabs to her face, which she manages to block. He sends an uppercut to her head, but she ducks under it and sends a roundhouse kick to his midsection.
Wildcat grunts and sends an elbow to her head and a straight to her sternum. She takes the elbow but manages to catch Wildcats’ arm and gets him in a joint lock, getting him to the ground and wrenching his arm. Wildcat grunts and fights, but eventually he has no choice but to tap. Misaki gets up and is declared the victor, taking her new championship belt. “Kochira wa Berserk!” (This is for Berserk!) She went to shake Wildcats’ hand, but he was already gone.
Years ago, the infamous Mad Gear gang had a tight grip on Metro City Tennessee. Until a group of 4 vigilantes rose up and sent their big boss crashing down a 20 story drop.
After Mad Gear was dissolved. Their bosses all disbanded and started doing their own things, except Sodom, who wanted to reform the group, but needed money to do so.
Another boss, the hitwoman Cheshire, had different plans. When the vigilantes’ fought her, she saw that one of them, the mutant Silver Fox, had a pendant she had been searching for for years. So she spent the next couple years tracking Silver Fox down.
Cheshire finds Silver Fox at her families’ reserve in Africa. She waits for the mutant to be alone and charges, slashing both sets of claws at Silver Fox
Silver Fox quickly dodges her slashing claws, utilizing her enhanced reflexes. With a smirk, she draws her firearm, aiming for a non-lethal shot to disarm Cheshire.
Cheshire flips and cartwheels to avoid the shots and leaps right over Silver fox, swinging both sets of claws at her back.
Silver Fox swiftly rolls forward, narrowly avoiding the claws aimed at her back. With a fluid motion, she rises and attempts a counterattack, firing a precise shot towards Cheshire's wrist, trying to disarm one of her hands.
Cheshire backflips and as soon as her feet touch the ground she leaps at Silver Fox claws first like a rocket.
Silver Fox braces herself for the incoming attack, using her enhanced agility to sidestep at the last moment. As Cheshire rockets past her, Silver Fox seizes the opportunity to strike, delivering a powerful blow aimed at Cheshire's flank with the butt of her firearm.
Cheshire grunts and stumbles forward before facing her again. “Hmph.” She was just as good as she was when they fought last time. She decides to retreat for now, but not before seeing her daughter, Lisa, walk over. She had darker skin than Silver Fox and short dark brown hair, thanks to her dad.
“Mama?”
Cheshire jumps and slashes across her daughters’ back before retreating.
Silver Fox's heart sinks at the sight of the young girl being harmed. With a determined expression, she rushes to Lisas’ side, checking her injuries and providing first aid. "Hang in there, we'll get you patched up," she assures her daughter as she hurries her inside and gets the bandages and sewing kit, using her powers to put her to sleep so she can sew her marks and bandage them. “Cheshire will pay for this. I’ll make sure she pays for what she did to you baby.”
A year later, the night before Dr. Dex Zeng was to announce the first King of Iron Fist Tournament.
An old black man drives his dump truck up to what felt like his hundredth dumpster of the night. The trucks’ grabbers move out and take the dumpster, lifting it up toward the bed of the truck to drop its’ contents, but as it’s being lifted it suddenly stops. The engine had died somehow. “Aw what the hell?” The driver says trying to start it up again. “C’mon you piece a shi-“ he grumbles until sparks of static electricity start flaring up in the air.
He looks out and sees a bright flash of light that kicks up a ton of smoke. And in the smoke was a large muscled man knelt on the ground, seeming to be naked. “What the hell?” The guy makes the smart move of getting out and running, leaving the truck behind.
The man stands to his feet, slowly taking stock of his surroundings, but really he wasn’t a man at all. He was a Terminator, a T-800 to be exact. Sent from the future for one purpose. To kill Dr. Dex Zeng.
The Terminator walks his way down the street, drawing the attention of 3 hooligans. “Hey. What’s wrong with this picture?” One of them asks, his hair spiked up in a blue mohawk. “Nice night for a walk huh?”
The Terminator studies them a moment, then repeats “Nice night for a walk.” Its’ voice having an odd accent and tone, as if it’s never spoken before.
“Dry cleaning tomorrow? Nothing to wear?” Another one asks him, the 3 guys chuckling.
“Dry cleaning tomorrow. Nothing to wear.” He repeats back.
“You’re a couple screws loose huh?”
“Give me your clothes.” The Terminator demands. Looking at the biggest of the 3, his clothes would fit well enough. Meanwhile he searches through his databanks to see if any of these 3 were important to the timeline.
“Excuse me?”
“Give them to me. Now.” He demands again. His databanks came up empty, they were nobodies, expendable in time. They would’ve died in a shootout later that night. Nobody will miss them.
One of them pulls out a switchblade. “Fuck you asshole!” The other 2 follow his lead.
The Terminator grabs the mohawk guys’ arm and breaks it with ease. Then grabs the second one as he swings the knife at him and punches the big guy in the face, breaking his nose. Then uses that same arm to punch a hole right through the second guys’ stomach. He turns to the big guy, who was backing away from the Terminator. “O-okay! Okay! Take them!” He says removing his jacket and shirt, followed by his pants and shoes.
The Terminator takes them and says in a deadpan voice. “Fuck you, asshole.” Before walking away.
Meanwhile, Dr. Zeng had seen the whole thing on his surveillance cameras. He had a lit cigar in his hand, taking a puff before telling his trusty sidekick Ursaring “turn on the Major.”
Ursaring nods and steps to a big red button, slapping his paw on it to activate a machine with shades that resembled a large bald black man in a wifebeater and cargo pants. Major Metallitron. Dr. Zengs’ ultimate killing machine.
“Major. You have one task. Keep yourself away from me.” Zeng tells him.
“Yes sir.” The Major says before jumping right through the roof, scaring the shit out of Ursaring while Zeng sighs. “Should’ve told him to use the door first.”
Meanwhile in Zengs’ lounge area sat his adoptive son Cronos and an old family friend, Tung Fu Rue. With them was the group of people Zeng had hired for the King of Iron Fist Tournament. Wildcat, Ada Wong, Blob, and Cheshire. Blob was glaring daggers at Wildcat, the guy who helped take out the whole Mad Gear gang, and ruined the best gig he ever had. Eventually he works himself up to get in Wildcats’ face, at least as much as he could given his height. Despite being a teenager his height and weight were closer to a sumo wrestler.
“Well. If it aint mr. Big an’…….just real big.” Wildcat comments
“I saw that fight you lost old man. I don’t see those fists packin the same punch they did when you weren’t pissing dust.”
“An’ I don’t see you pickin’ up a salad anytime soon. But I do see that gut o’ yers packin’ an extra 20 pounds. At this rate I think a salad could kill ya.”
“Tough talk comin’ from an old man who lost to a little girl!”
“Anytime anyplace Humpty Dumpty.”
“Enough.” Came the voice of Cronos Orma. Tung was sat meditating in the corner. “You’re both on the same side here. So quit bickering and save your frustration for your opponents.”
“Well said.” Came Dr. Zengs’ voice. “By this time tomorrow, we’ll watch each of your rivals start making their way through the ranks. Each fight, win or lose, will bring them closer to you. This time will be your chance to study them as they fight, learn their strengths and weaknesses. So that when you fight them, you can crush them. Do not disappoint me.” He says before walking back into his camera room.
Come the next day. Hercules and Sun Wukong apply for the tournament, wanting to get the prize money. Sonya Blade enters for the chance to bring Dr. Zeng in. Terminator enters in his new duds, seeing this as the best way to find and kill Dr. Zeng. Sodom enters to get the prize money so he might rebuild Mad Gear. Silver Fox enters after getting an invitation with Cheshires’ claw marks on the back. Misaki Toyoda enters to get the money to save Berserk. The wrestling company she works for.
Zeng watches as Vergil walks up and signs up for the tournament. Being given his watch that tells him where to go when for each fight. “So it’s finally time. The day you show me the power that shall end the world. Algol.”
