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 sh*t 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 sh*t, 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 a**hole is...

-a waste of time.

-No... no!

He's just another punk who'd rather

die in the Anvil

than stand up like a man.

Hey! Hey man!

Is everything prepared?

Representative fighters are en route

from their home corporations.

Good! Good!

I'm transferring command on

Tekken Jack Hammer

to you for the duration of

the tournament.

Oh... father, I'm honored.

Take the security in the Anvil in

the outer sector.

I will send additional units to

patrol for anti-corporates insurgents.

Not even minor inference

will be tolerated.

With respect...

I should have given the

speech tonight.

A chance to pass the torch,

from father to son.

When I think you're ready.

-I've been ready for years!

-Which is obvious to maintain security

Do not disappoint me.

I remember those moves.

You should. You were my best student.

I was your only student, Mom!

You hungry?

I've been mashing protein squares.

-How 'bout an orange?

-Very funny!

Coffee?

You always talk about missing

it so much.

These must have cost a fortune!

I can afford it. Runs have been good.

Jin, running anti Tekken contraband

will get you killed.

I could always enter "Iron Fist"...

... make some real money.

You will have nothing to do

with Tekken! Do you understand?

I will not have you waste your talent.

Well, it wouldn't be a waste. It pays.

And what difference does it make?

Who cares where the money comes from?

I care.

This is not what I trained you for.

And what the hell did you

train me for?

Do you think that life

on the other side of that wall

will bring you happiness?

-Trust me! it won't.

-Oh... here we go.

The world burnt because people

had to have more.

And this is better?

Rationing protein squares?

Is that what my father would

have wanted for us?

Don't!

Why won't you ever talk about him?

Your father is dead.

That's all you need to know.

You know what! Forget it.

I'm outta here!

There's a curfew tonight.

There are Jacks everywhere!

The Jacks are always everywhere!

I am telling you not to go!

Jin?

Hey, Kara!

Come here!

-Where have you been?

-Been around...

-What is it?

-Chocolate.

Are you serious?

Sounds like I've been replaced.

-We cut it in yet?

-Another minute.

We're dropping it on the

west firewall.

We'll be inside the Tekken video

sub grip for 60 seconds.

We'll interrupt this program

to bring you the truth.

No one understands how

you're not dead.

Guess I'm lucky.

About to get lucky.

I miss you.

Wasn't easy back tracing your hack.

It was smart to use none

of Tekken's hardware.

Now... almost none.

Now this, is an American classic.

Your revolution will not be televised.

Oh sh*t!

Jacks!

We gotta separate. You'll be fine.

Sir, we've located the insurgent

in Sector 9.

Burn everything! And everyone.

-But sir, our men are still in there.

-I don't care! Destroy it!

You will have nothing to do with

Tekken. Do you understand?

I will not have you waste your talent.

Tekken?

Jin...

I should have been him!

She asked me not to go!

It's not your fault.

-Heihachi Mishima killed her!

-I know how you feel.

My father was killed in a

Jack Hammer raid.

And what did anyone do about it?

Nothing!

What does anyone ever do about it?

Nothing!

He's gonna pay for what he has done.

Contestants for open call,

please proceed to Tekken east gate.

Ok! Ladies and gentlemen! Listen up!

So who's gonna be the next

People's choice?

And the next Iron Fist champion, huh?

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