Kazuya chuckled slightly. Yea, this guy reminded him a lot of himself. The green jew-fro aside (though you have to admit, the weird-ass natural hair did score them some hot chicas), this guy looked to be rather swift on his feet, and limber to boot. Something told Kazuya that Spike had been in his fair share of scraps in the past.

This would be interesting indeed.

"Your guess is as good as mine." Kazuya extended a gloved hand toward the other man. "Kazuya Mishima. You?"