Tekken

After the Terror wars,

Governments fell.

Corporations took control,

fighting over what remained.

Eight companies survived and

divided up the world.

Those companies were collectively

known as IRON FIST.

The American territories fell

to the mightiest corporation of all,

Tekken.

Once a year,

they hosted a tournament...

which was no game. Kill or be killed.

Outside the walls of Tekken city

in the burned up slums

they call the Anvil...

That's where it all started.

Tekken

5 days earlier

Anvil - Sector 197742-C7-443

Open up!

I told you to use the side entrance.

I've knocked, nobody answered.

I can't hear anything over

all these whole din.

Hey! This is real music,

not that corporate shit they're

playing in the city.

What was that song you're

playing last week?

-The Roaches?

-The Beatles!

You see what I'm talking about? Lost

of art! The end of creative thought.

-What happened to you?

-It's nothing.

You're the only one who

gets through the gang zones.

-I don't know how you do it.

-I guess I'm motivated.

What you are Jin, is a believer in the

cause. You just don't know it.

I'm not a joiner, Bonner!

Come on man! Play your cards right!

One day... these could all be yours.

with this.

-For what?

-Secret internet...

new underground,

of the Tekken subgrid.

Sorry I asked.

Used to be you had a choice.

free market, justice system...

Now, everything's Tekken.

Look... just save the speech

-until after you paid me.

-Woah...

Keep the change.

What's this, Bonner?

You said global dollars.

I say a lot of things... I drinks...

You said 'Global' dollars.

Oh...

We good?

Now, we're good.

-When you gonna need another run?

-Don't know.

Iron Fist coming up.

Jack Hammer is cracking down.

Now you're talking.

Jin, get back! How 'bout another one?

Disciplinary Unit Instructions!

Fallen... through discpline.

Peace... through grace!

These are the goals

demonstrated each year

in Iron Fist tournament.

These reigning champions

for the past four years...

We are honored

to host the Iron Fist tournament

in Tekken city.

Strength through order!

That is Tekken!

Thank you for your loyal listening

and appreciation.

There are just two days left before

the kick off the Iron Fist tournament.

That's right, there's two days left!

And how could you begin back where

it all started, here in Tekken City.

-With Iron Fist I can go in...

-Ahhh... too early to tell.

-How's my tab?

-You're up to $350.

Tap out.

-How 'bout now?

-Ooh!

That's why you're my

favorite customer.

Catch you later!

-Hey!

-Hey!

You got anything interesting?

Everything I got is interesting to

somebody. You know what I mean?

-How 'bout coffee?

-Coffee...

Yeah. Coffee!

-That's 100 an ounce.

-Jesus!

Hey man! This none of that free drive

step going into them bullshit,

you know what I mean?

You know what they used

to call Columbian?

That's what that is right there,

this is the good shit, my friend!

Alright.

Give me one of those oranges too.

And a bar of chocolate.

Aww... business must be boomin'.

That'll $200 Tekken ring.

-How bout a $100 global blue?

-That will work.

Nice doing business with you.

Always.

Hey Jin! Haven't seen you around man!

Been busy.

-Thought of anymore better offer?

-No! Sorry.

Hey! Just wait a minute, man!

You're tough, man!

-I used to watch you street fighting.

-That was for money.

And this is for a cause.

Heihachi Mishima and his Tekken

gestapo treat us like slaves.

I've got my own life, my own problems.

I told you man, this asshole is...

-a waste of time.

-No... no!

He's just another punk who'd rather

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