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 have 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 am 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 am motivated.

What you are Jin, is a believer in the cause. You just don't know it.

I am not a joiner, Bonner!

Come on man! Play your cards right!

One day... these could all be yours.

20,000 gigs. Get's some serious speed 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 going to need another run? - Don't know.

Iron Fist coming up. Jack Hammer is cracking down.

Now you're talking.

Jin, get back! How about 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 about 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 about 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 booming.

That will $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 have 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 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 am transferring command on Tekken Jack Hammer

to you for the duration of the tournament.

Oh... father, I am 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 have 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 have been mashing protein squares.

- How about 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 am out of 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 have been replaced.

- We cut it in yet? - Another minute.

We're dropping it on the west firewall.

We will be inside the Tekken video sub grip for 60 seconds.

We will interrupt this program to bring you the truth.

No one understands how you're not dead.

Guess I am 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 shit!

Jacks!

We got to separate. You will be fine.

Sir, we have 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 going to 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 going to be the next People's choice?

And the next Iron Fist champion, huh?

Hey! We will never win this shit anyway.

Ain't nothing but a goddamn meat grinder to pump up the crowd.

Take off!

A real north wind is coming.

So my guess is you going to need oil to keep those kitties from freezing.

I got $100 global dollars.

$100 global dollars to any man who will go one round against "Marshall Law."

One round!