This is a fic that I started about a year ago that I never finished. It’s a Tekken fic with a different character as the focal point. Hope you enjoy.
It was a hot day in the middle of July. It was a beautiful day at a Dallas park. Fathers were teaching their son’s how to throw the perfect fastball. Telling them that I hope to see you out there on the mound at a Rangers game. It was one of those days where everyone is happy and enjoying life. Except one person. There on a bench under a large tree sat a man. A giant of a man. Nearing 7 feet tall and 320 pounds of sheer muscle, no one dared approach him. His bald head was covered in sweat but the heat didn’t seem to phase him. He was alone in the park. He was wearing black denim jeans and a black muscle shirt. His tree trunk like arms housed numerous tattoos. A large piece of his left ear was missing. His face was in a hard frown. He seemed to be thinking hard about something. He reached into his jean pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. He opened it and read it. “You have been invited to partisipate in the King of Iron Fist Tournment 4. This is a gathering of the strongest fighters from around the world. You the strongest fighter in your particular discpline. That’s why you were chosen to be in the tournment. The Iron Fist tournment is going to start in a month. You will recieve your plane ticket to Tokyo in the mail to meet with me personally. I am interested in meeting you. Good luck in the tournment.” The letter was signed, Heihatchi Mishima, CEO of Mishima Finachial Empire. The man put the letter back into his pocket. He then stood up. He was a sight to behold. His sheer size caught the attention of more than a few people. He walked over to the nearest drinking fountain and got himself a drink of cold, freshing water. All of a sudden, a young boy with a football who couldn’t be more than 9 or 10 years ran towards his direction. The man looked down at him.
“Excuse me sir,” The young boy said. He seemed nervous. “My friends and I wondered if you wanted to play football with us?”
The man looked over to where a group of kids were waving and jumping up and down.
“No.” The man said. His voice was a rumble of a voice. Deep and intamadiating. “I ain’t got time to.”
The boy looked up at the man. Suddenly his eyes widened and a look of amazement came across his face.
“Haven’t I seen you on TV before?” The boy asked.
“Yeah.” The man said not looking at the boy. “You’ve seen me.”
“I know who you are!! Your Craig Marduk!! You were a fighter on Extreme Fighting Championship. You were undefeated!!” The boy squeled. He looked as if he were going to explode with happiness.
“That’s me.” Craig rumbled. “What’s your name, kid?”
“My name’s Andrew. My dad is a big fan of yours. He likes you alot. He says that you are his hero. HEY GUYS!! COME HERE QUICK!!”
Andrew called to his friends who came running over. There were about 7 of them. Craig was looking around searching for a exit.
“This is Craig Marduk. He’s my new best friend.”
Craig was getting mad. He didn’t like being around alot of people. Not after what he did 2 years ago…
The kids were poking at Craig, talking all at once. Craig had enough.
He roared, “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!!”
The kids stoped and ran towards their parents. Craig looked at Andrew who was in a scared sclience. Craig looked down at him and said,
“Get the fuck away from me. I ain’t got time to mess around with some little punk like you. Fuck you. Tell that to your dad.”
Andrew ran away screaming in tears.
He then walked away. Craig did not care about anything nor anyone. He liked being alone. It was only the few things he did like. It gave him a chance to think. About that day in Arizona. About the day where all of his rage, all of his distrust for people came out…
Phoenix, Arizona Two Years Ago
Craig was a highly respected Vale Tudo fighter. At the same time, however, he was feared my a majority of the other fighters because of his extremely brutal way of fighting. Even though Vale Tudo is a “anything goes” type fighting style, there were those who thought that Craig went too far in some of his matches. And they had every right to think that. Craig has broken many bones in many different places in many different people. A few times, he’s ended promising careers within a matter of minutes. Because Craig was such a violent fighter, he didn’t have that many friends. Craig didn’t mind though. He was a quiet person anyway; only speaking when he feels like it. Even with his brutal fighting style, Craig began to rack up wins in the world of Vale Tudo fighting. He was undeafeated for four years. A record that has yet to be broken. He became very rich. But then one day, a scandal broke that would change his life.
One night, Craig was at a bar. There were alot of people there. Lots of important and powerful people. A few people from the local news paper there as well. Probably there to see if a story was going to break. Craig paid them no mind though. He just sat at the bar quietly sipping his drink. After a few hours, Craig was about to leave when a young woman approached him. She was beautiful. She was wearing a long, hip hugging silver dress. Her hair was brown and neck length. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of green. And her breasts were large too. A few men were looking at this woman. Seemingly undressing her with their eyes. But when he saw that she was talking to a giant of a man, they quickly looked someplace other.
“Your Craig Marduk huh?” She said softly.
“Yeah,” Craig said. His eyes were cold. He seemed to be annoyed. “Who are you?”
“My name is Nicole,” She said while rubbing Craig’s massive shoulder.
Craig snapped, “Get your hand off of me! Is there a reason for this conversation or are you just wasting my time?”
“I’ve been watching you fight on TV for a long time and I’ve been real interested in finally meeting you. I just wanted to know if you wanted to go to my room and get to know me.”
She undid the shoulder strap on her dress exposing her breast.
Craig was livid.
“You think that I wanna fuck some bitch just so she could take my money? I don’t want you. Go see if you can get on the nuts of some other dude in here because I’m not havin it.”
Craig stood up. Nicole was a little scared at Craig because he was so big. She walked back. All of a sudden, she triped on the heel of her shoe and fell. She landed hard on her elbow.
“Owwwww!!” She cried. Craig just looked down and said, “Stupid bitch.” He then walked outside of the bar and into the cool night air. Little did he realize that a photogarapher had taken a picture of Craig and Nicole. Little did he realize that Craig’s life was going to change the next morning.
Craig woke up at around 10:30. His apartment in downtown Phoenix was lightly furnished. A giant couch, a TV, a coffe table, and a bed were the only things in there. But Craig liked it so that’s all that mattered. He took a shower, got dressed and walked into the parking lot to his car. Craig drove a Ford Excursion. The only car that he felt confortable in. The only car he could fit in matter of fact. He then drove the short distance to the gym where he works out at. He got his equiment bag and went into the gym. The people that Craig usually saw were pretty cold to him for some reason. He quietly said hello to John, the gym manager and one of Craig’s few friends. But John gave Craig a cold stare and threw his sweat towel in his face. Craig was a little taken aback by this. He went up to John.
“What the fuck was that for?” Craig asked.
John looked angry at Craig. He said,
“So your man enough to beat up on a women huh? Dude I respected you. But I don’t respect men who beat up women. That’s just low-class in my book.”
Craig looked stunned. “What the hell are you talking about? I’ve never hit no woman before.”
John sat down on a bench. “What about last night?”
Craig sat down next to him. “What about it?”
John pulled out his news paper and tured into the sport’s section. The headline read, “Craig Marduk: Woman Beater” And the picture showed Nicole on the floor while Craig looming over her. John said,
“So you didn’t do that?”
“NO!! One of the people ther must have taken a picture of me. That bitch fell. I didn’t hit her.”
“Craig,” John said softly, “With your repuatation and your bad temper, I…I want to believe you but I can’t.”
Craig stood up. He was genuenillay mad. “Oh, so you think I’m a liar huh? All the money I put into this gym, all the shit I’ve done for you, and you are going to turn on me that quickly because you read a article in some bullshit newspaper saying I hit some chick?? Fuck you!! I should beat your ass right now. Fuckin punk.”
Craig picked up his gym bag and drove off into the desert. Knowing that he would be suspended from fighting anyway, he ran to save himself the humalation. No one saw Craig for a month…