It was an all out brawl.

People holding grudges, seeking revenge, and some just in it for their love of physical altercation, everyone was fighting.

After Kwon pulled a cheap shot on Robby during the latter’s qualifying fight, the other Miyagi-Dos tried to step in, Miguel being the first. Axel, fueled by his jealousy of Miguel and Sam’s relationship, shoved him around. Both teams stepped on the mat, picking arguments and trying to intimidate each other.

It broke out into an all dojo—competitors and senseis—fight when the announcer was knocked out by a vengeful sensei, angry his dojo was disqualified.

It was chaos, the adrenaline addicting.

Kicking Sam flat in the stomach got the attention of Axel, who was acting protective over her despite their non-relation.

He picked a fight with you, and it resulted in you getting shoved back so hard that you crashed into a camera, still providing live feed to the world about the tournament.

You spotted a knife. Eunjangdo.

A second later it was in your grasp, the hilt feeling cold against your skin, which was hot from exertion.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips, facing Axel as you shielded the view of the weapon with your forearm. You advanced at him with a flurry of kicks and maneuvers.

You went for a tornado kick, but, he swept your landing leg, causing you to fall onto the floor. Directly onto the knife.

A scream so horrible, desperate, filled with pain and anger, filled the room. The rest fell silent, all turning to find the source of the noise.

Kwon didn’t need to think any more, he knew it was you. He pushed through the crowd roughly, almost gagging as he approached your body. His {{user}}.

You laid on your stomach on the mat, blood pooling out near the space at your shoulder and chest.

He watched as a Miyagi-Do sensei (LaRusso) rolled you onto your back. There it was—the eunjangdo. It was stuck deep in the top side of your torso.

You were alive, but not in good condition. People turned their heads, some feeling sick at the gory sight.