Asuka sat down easefully, layering herself against the soft plush carpet floor of the luxurious Mishima hotel, owned by the elderly and famous Heihachi Mishima, doing countless gut wrenching sit-ups. She was one out of the many skilled fighters that had been sent a prompt invitation to take part in the next King of the Iron Fist Tournament. Being pleasingly excited, she kept the flowing rush of enthusiasm down to a minimum, as to not reveal it to anybody else.

The sole reason for her participation was to have fun, and enjoy the sheer thrill of beating up worthless weaklings just for the simple pleasure of doing so. In the previous Tournament, her reason was to find the man responsible for beating up her father and checking him into the hospital, which she was very successful in doing as she had defeated him in the semi finals.

"Two hundred ninety eight….two hundred ninety nine….three hundred! Cool, I did it." she said, rubbing the tenderness of her aching abs. "Now I think its time to go for a swim."

Asuka undressed from the musty training clothes she donned temporarily and put on a royal blue bikini. Draping a clean white towel over the bone of her shoulder, she proceeded out of the hotel room door in a pair of flip-flops, with the head of her toes poking out in front. The hallway was corroded with bashful silence and an eerie emptiness. None of the other participants seemed to be going out of their quarters to enjoy the pleasurable qualities the hotel had to offer, accept the inside bedrooms.

Asuka went down the railing stairs and sluggishly pushed open the fancy glass made doors that lead to the pool area. The temperature was warm with a nice calm and cool refreshing breeze to go along with it. This was perhaps the best the weather had ever been. Usually it would storm, raining on everything, but not today.

Laying her folded towel down in one of the stretched out lounge chairs, Asuka placed her head cap on the top of her head and rushed forward to jump into the chlorine injected waters. Not a single person wandered or swam in the pool area, just Asuka, alone and not including anyone else. She stayed submerged under the cold water for a few seconds before coming back up for air. When she was done swimming, she laid back in one of the lounges chairs, firmly on her stomach, to relax. It was at that moment a person came stepping through the glass doors into the pool area. Asuka was unaware of their entering presence. With her arms placed on top of each other, she had fallen asleep, not knowing that she was being slowly approached. A soft rigid hand soon hovered over her and caressed itself across her lightly toned bottom. Alarmed by the touch, a startled Asuka punched the offender right below the belt of his waist. The harsh screams of a male bellowing at the top of his lungs struck hard into the walls of her eardrums. Asuka's eyes then opened and she saw an infuriated young Korean man standing over her, swearing in a different language she did not understand.

"Serves you right, pervert!" she screamed, with a hint of happiness in her voice.

"Ow! That hurt! Your lucky you're a girl, or else I would pound you to the floor right now," the man whimpered.

"I'd like to see you try. The next time you pull a stunt like that I'll do more than damage your pride and joy," Asuka warningly hissed.

The Korean man took a quick swipe at Asuka, and missed, hitting nothing but air as she stepped backwards and caught the wrist of his arm before it could swing again. He threw another punch but it was yet caught and knocked down by Asuka's fast reflexes. Next, he threw a third punch with his free arm, but it was countered into a flip that threw him across the floor. As he lied on the ground feeling utterly stupid for being taken down by a girl, Asuka laughed at his attempt to harm her.

"Man, your weak. Winner, Asuka Kazama!"

The Korean man's eyes shifted into fiery balls of hatred.

"Ugh! That name. Don't mention that name to me again!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Kazama. I can't stand the name Kazama. Don't tell me your related to that scumbag?"

Asuka shrugged uncaringly, not having a clue to what he was babbling on about. She thought that sudden trip to the floor made him literally lose his mind.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm out of here, see ya!"

Asuka grabbed her towel from the top of the chair and proceeded through the doors that lead back into the hotel. Water from the pool drenched from her wet body as she came to the elevator, dripping down her arms, legs, and feet. Suddenly, her stomach growled, erupting like an exploding volcano.

"I haven't had anything to eat all day. This place better have something good to eat. I feel like I'm about to collapse."

Going into the elevator, Asuka pushed the button for the fifth level floor. Trough the transparent walls, she could make out a huge food court piling up with hungry customers on the first floor. She decided to go there once she was dry and in a change of new clothes. Lights of the fifth floor lit up and glowed from the ceiling, telling her she had reached her destination. Stepping out, Asuka bumped into a large burly object and fell backwards.

"Ouch. Hey, watch where your…..huh? Its you!"