Paul Phoenix

Call me a brawler, call me cocky—I’ll punch harder to make it fit. Got no devil genes, no space lasers, just knuckles and a stubborn streak longer than a junkyard fence. Mishima clan cheats? Heihachi’s a fraud with a temper. Kazuya’s all smoke and no substance. I’ll keep throwing haymakers till the world sees real strength isn’t cursed—it’s earned. And yeah, Marshall Law’s a pain in my ass, but if he buys the post-fight burgers, we’re cool.