Disclaimer: I do not own DOA or any of it's characters. Though the story
is mine and any other characters I choose to put in are mine as well. I
haven't played DOA 1 or DOA 3, but I just recently played DOA 2: Hardcore,
so this will be based on that story.
Dead or Alive: The Fight to Live
Chapter 1 Calling to Fight
The disaster of Tengu at the end of the century left Fame Douglas dead. He was a sponsor of the "Dead or Alive" tournament, a tournament that places the best fighters from around the world into a variety of matches against one another until there is only one winner. Now, the tournaments significance and honor code had died with him and only a handful of fighters have the skills and courage to stop the person behind Douglas's death. The calling to fight has begun and a few brave souls will go head to head and fight for honor and to find the man responsible for the death of the legendary Fame Douglas.
Kasumi held her fighting stance strong as her opponent charge her. When he was no more then five feet away, she whipped her body around and let a spinning wheel kick fly out. Her right leg made such an impact on her attacker, he spun several times before crashing hard into the ground. He continued rolling until he got to his feet.
"Don't do this to yourself. You can't win," Kasumi spoke panting for air slightly. He man screamed more with rage and charged again. As he closed the distance, he pulled a small metal object out and tried to lunge with it.
Kasumi charged him as well pulling her short sword out and sliced once. Both of them had their backs facing one another. The man let out a small cry and dropped the now visible combat knife to the ground. Blood fell to the damp dirt as the man dropped to his knees. Kasumi didn't move from her position, still panting, more heavily then before.
He unknown fighter fell on his stomach. Kasumi turned to see a vast pool of blood drawing away from his body. The grassy field moved slightly as a cool breeze came across the area. The sun was setting now and the beautiful reds and oranges appeared in the sky. Only two clouds were in the sky, both of them on opposite sides of the setting sun.
It was captivating, but she couldn't think of the beautiful scene right now. There was a dead man behind her, trying to attack her for whatever his reasons. She turned, the breeze blowing her long red hair back a little. He whitish-pink dress also got blown a little from the wind. Slowly, she approached the man on the dirt. She knelt beside him, cautiously rolling him over on his back. She saw the gash she had made. It was a deep slice right in his abdomen. Kasumi then wiped the blood stained blade on the fallen mans dark green shirt. She placed the blade back in its case that was on her back. As she was standing, the man reached up with a blood-filled hand and grabbed her left wrist and pulled her back to his side.
"You must-stop him. He can-n't be allowed t-to l-live," he said in his final breaths. "I have co-me to m-my journeys e-end. You mu-st fin- ish i-it." he said letting go of her and let out his last breath. She saw a letter sticking out of his pant pocket it. It was for the "Dead or Alive Tournament."
Kasumi looked at the mans lifeless eyes. She placed a hand over them and gently closed his eyes. She stood up watching as the sun had given its last flickers of light. She did not know who the man was, but knew what he wanted. He was fighting for the sake of the tournament.
"How did you find me?" she asked herself quietly. She shuddered as she began to jog into the fading darkness of the grass field holding the letter tightly in her hand.
The bar Zack was in was loud, smoke filled, and rockin'! His hair was spiked fully and died green. His green and black cargo pants matched his skin color and his hair perfectly. Also his sleeveless green and black vest completed the outfit. His boots clanked on the wooden floor in a unknown bar in an unknown country. He hadn't known where he had been for the last three hours and was having a difficult time understanding the language being used.
Though right now, it didn't matter. He was just having a good time like everyone else was. There were spot lights that flashed every so often, but other then that, the bar was very dark. He could see a bar counter lit up with pink neon lighting that spelled some foreign word. Some unknown music was blasting and the bar bounced with it and that was all that mattered to him right now. He walked in a little further through the sea of people and saw a woman with blonde hair check him over.
He pulled down the shades he was wearing and walked over to her. "And my, my, aren't we fine lookin' tonight!" he said smiling widely. She placed a hand on his shoulder and pulled him over to the bar counter. He followed without any resistance.
Zack sat down with his newly acquired friend and ordered what she had ordered. He could not understand a word of what she was saying, but he did not care in the least. "So, you got a place round here?" he asked smiling still.
She turned her head to the side raising her brow a little, puzzled. She made a gesture that he understood. She shrugged raising her hands slightly.
"A P-L-A-C-E to have P-U-S-H, P-U-S-H. You know what P-U-S-H, P-U-S- H is right?" he asked smiling devilishly.
A hand landed on his left shoulder and spoke directly to him. "Is your name Zack, by any chance?" the man asked lightly.
Zack brushed the mans hand of with one of his hands not looking away from the woman. "Look man, come back lata, I'm busy right now," he said still staring at the woman.
The hand fell on his left shoulder again and tightened this time. "This will only take a minute if you cooperate," the deep voice said barely audible with the loud music.
Zack again flipped the hand off his shoulder. Still without looking he spoke to the man. "Look pal, I'm trying to mack with this chick, come back lata," he said more irritated this time.
One more time the hand fell onto his shoulder, this time lifting him from the bar stool. The man had short blonde hair and light blue eyes flaring with anger. "Is your name Zack!?" he screamed lifting him from the floor. The man was easily over 6'6".
"Uhh, mo-no, no. Heh hehe. I heard a guy say his name was Zack right over there though," he said smiling weakly pointing to his left.
The large man stood there for a second and slowly turned his head the way he was informed. As he did, Zack brought up his beer bottle and smashed it over his head. The mans head only turned slowly back to face him. The man seemed to start growling at him.
"Heh, accident," he whispered. He then gave two fast but hard strikes on both sides of the mans torso. Zack winced a little from impacting the mans almost solid chest. Zack's weak smile fading quickly, brought his knee in between the tall mans legs. He only grunted a little when his knee found its mark.
"Really? NO!" Zack said in disbelief. He then used both of his legs and targeted the mans knees. The tall man screamed out and let him go. Zack quickly got into his fighting stance and cracked his neck on both sides. "You don't want none-a-dis, bro," he said with his fists closing tightly.
"You know not of what you speak of," he said raising his hands in a defensive position as well. His large muscles flexing and growing larger in the green top tank the man was wearing.
Zack watched as muscle built up on top of muscle. "Well, ain't that somethin.' Gotta get me one of those," he said smirking at the larger man. "I'll give you a free shot if you tell me how your mama made me feel last night," Zack smiled as the man lit up with rage.
The large man charged screaming as he did. He threw a front kick with all of his might behind it with his right leg. Zack spun to his right catching the kick in his right arm. His back was now up against the large blondes chest. Zack threw one, two elbow shots to his head. The man staggered and grew a little limp by the sudden surprise shots.
"You tried," Zack said raising the right leg up and pushing backwards. They both fell to the floor. Zack used the back of his head and rammed it into the large man's nose. The large man made a strange noise before passing out. He rolled off the man and saw a DOA tag on his shirt. He searched the man until he found a letter. He took in and stuffed it into his pocket. "Bigger they are, well, the dumber they are too," Zack said smiling standing up. He sat back down at the bar next to the blonde woman, who was in shock, but smiled at him. "All this violence makes me CRAZY! Do you know what P-U-S-H, P-U-S-H is?"
An old man, sitting Indian-style near a shallow stream, meditated in a grassland of China. The smell of plant foliage and wild flowers, were abundant. He sat quietly between to large trees and felt one with nature and himself. He went by the name Gen Fu. He slowly opened his eyes to see the small stream flowing, sparkling a little by the setting sun. He turned to the right and saw one of his students approach him from the Dojo that was located near the stream.
"Master Fu, there is some one here that claims to know you. He said that you two are old sparring partners?" the young student said unsure of the answer himself.
Gen Fu thought for a few moments. "Humph. Well, send them I suppose," he said going back to his meditation. A few moments later a middle aged man was standing in front of him. He looked to be about thirty or so. "You weren't ever one of my sparring partners. What do you want?" he asked still sitting, closing his eyes again.
"My name is Han Griterstien and I am here to fight you and claim my spot in the Dead or Alive Tournament!" he said in a thick German accent. He dropped the bag he was holding and took off his leather coat and revealed a black T-shirt. His pants were black khaki's and seemed loose.
"HA! I fight for the tournament, eh?" he said standing up slowly. "The tournament has fallen a part and is corrupted by that, uh, whoever is running it now. Fighting for the money, or the glory?" he asked dusting his green gee off a little.
"You were on a list of names along with several others. I was one of them. Did you not receive a letter telling you that you are apart of the fight?" he asked taken back a little, lowering his defenses.
"My granddaughter is dying from some strange illness. This 'tournament' does pay money for the winner, but what will that cost be to get there? This isn't a game. People die in this fight. But if this was the letter you were referring to, then yes, I know about it," he said throwing a letter at the man that he had taken from a pocket on the inside of his gee. "We do this one of two ways. One, you leave now, go fight some one else and who knows, maybe you'll be able to fight me later down the road. Or two, I end your life here today," he said with sincerity in his old raspy voice.
Han laughed a little. "You underestimate me, old man," he said raising his fists. Gen Fu's eyes narrowed by the remark.
"Tempt not a desperate man," he whispered stepping forward with his left leg. He brought both hands out in front and readied himself. Han began bouncing back and forth now in his full fighting stance and approached Gen Fu carefully. "Afraid the old man may bite?" he asked laughingly.
Han grew angry at the remark and came in with a powerful ax kick. He brought his left leg straight into the air and came crashing down very quickly on nothing. Gen Fu had side-stepped right and completely avoided the kick. Han quickly through a spinning back kick in Gen Fu's direction and again hit nothing. But something came in contact with the leg. Gen Fu had kicked the leg to the ground and threw a reverse punch with his right hand, scoring a clean hit to Han's face.
Gen Fu quickly followed up with a palm strike to the throat with the left hand and followed that with a right hand ridge-hand to his chest. Han stumbled back choking for air. He straightened up and went in again with a jump kick. Gen Fu avoided the attack by stepping to the left and threw a jumping spinning back kick sending Han in a completely different direction then what he anticipated. Han crashed into a tree with a tremendous amount of force.
"Not bad, for an old man," he said standing up, brushing himself off. He readied himself again for the next attack the old man may throw.
Gen Fu walked up to Han and threw a quick, low round kick to the back of his knee. Han's right knee went straight to the ground and Gen Fu wasted no time in throwing a right elbow to his throat sending him to his back.
Han coughed repeatedly trying to suck in as much air as he could. He was on his back staring straight up into the sky holding his throat when Gen Fu appeared over him. "How is that possible?" he asked staring at the old man in disbelief.
"It doesn't take power, or technique. It requires intelligence and predictability. You telegraphed every one of your moves," he replied looking down at the man. Han reached for a knife that was concealed behind his back. Without a moments hesitation, Gen Fu grabbed one small throwing knife from his left sleeve and embedded it in his chest. "You see, predictability," he whispered as Han cried out in shock as the knife dug deep in his chest. "I warned you my friend. I gave you your chance," he said turning from the fallen man.
Gen Fu walked to the bank of the small stream and sat down again and began to meditate. He folded his hands as the sun disappeared into the horizon. "For my granddaughters sake, let me win this tournament," he said praying silently. He closed his eyes and listened to the calming current of the stream.
It was a hot night in the University of Florida campus. It was always hot in Florida, night, day, rain, hail, tidal wave, or whatever. It was always hot. Lei Fang was in her apartment trying to fix the air conditioning. The young Chinese girl was only wearing a black sports bra and a pair of short shorts, and was sweating uncontrollably. She hit the sides of the air conditioning several times but nothing happened.
"Come to America. Get your education here. Pay us for the education, a ridiculous amount of money, but don't die off to early from the heat, we need your money anyway," she whispered to herself. She walked away from the window and the useless air conditioner into her small living room. Only a couch and TV could fit in the small room. The bed room was not any better either. The bed only allowed two feet of walking space on the sides before you crashed into the wall. The kitchen was crowed as well. Only a few feet of walking room as well. On both sides was either a refrigerator, (that didn't work) a stove, a dish washer, or the cabinets. The bath room was the largest room in the apartment.
"God, why did I come here? Why did I want to live in this hell hole?" she asked herself as a white envelope slid underneath her door. She walked to the door and unlocked it. Opening it, she cautiously stock her head out and looked both ways of the small hallway quickly, but saw no sign of the person that had dropped the letter off.
Lei Fang quickly brought her head back in and closed the door. She used the dead bolt and picked up the envelope. It read: 'Ms. Lei Fang'
"God, please, I paid that stupid landlord his money!" she said tearing the envelope open. She unfolded the paper quickly and began reading quickly. "Huh?" she said out loud confused. The letter read:
'Ms. Lei Fang, I have been watching you for quite sometime. Can you still fight? Heh hehe, I hope so. I hope your, education is going, well. The sponsor for the Dead of Alive tournament is dead, but in his "honor and memory" we are hosting another. We have assembled a list of people that will be fighting as well and given references on where to find them. If you need a visual, we have "established" that as well. Go to a computer with Internet access and type www.doahardcore.net. Hehe, I'm sure that information will be, useful to you.
There will also be a reward for the winner and it is quite a large sum of money. You see, money has no value to me, so name the price. But don't let me get ahead of myself, you have to win. It is imperative that you take this letter with you, where ever you go. You will be disqualified if found without it. This helps "find" your opponents. Use what you need, anything goes. Try not to be "defeated" to soon. That would be a pity.'
Lei was shocked for a few moments and quickly placed the letter on the table in the dinning room/entrance to the apartment. "Where does some one get off stalking another person. Freaks. The Dead or Alive tournament is over with, completely corrupted," she said but froze when a knock came on her door. Lei quickly walked over to the door and looked through the eye piece and saw it was covered.
"Excuse me, is the Lei Fangs residence? We have a package for her," the Russian sounding voice said.
"What is it?" Lei asked quickly, her heart pounding. She quietly tiptoed to the cordless phone and brought it back to the door, just in case.
"Camera lens, I think," the man called from the other side. Lei let out a sigh of relief. Her lens had finally arrived for her photography class.
"Okay, sorry about that," she said unlocking the door. As the door opened she saw a man wearing a green barrette on his head and saw a military jacket that was left open. He had combat pants and boots on and looked coldly at her. She tried closing the door again, but he kicked it open with unreal force. She flew to the ground and watched as he approached her. "Get out!" she screamed looking at him studying her.
"Get up. I want a, semi-challenging fight," he said letting her rise to her feet. She shuddered as she saw him staring are certain parts of her body. The man had a sick look in his eyes and that made her extremely uncomfortable.
"What do you want? Money? Its in the dresser in the living room. Take it and go," she said still from the floor. She was terrified of the man but did her best not to show it.
"I don't want money. Not from you at least. I am fighting in the tournament, just like you. Who knows, maybe I'll get more then I bargained for," he said smiling down at her.
Lei stood up and let her anger flow through her. She got into her fighting stance and let her arms move freely. "I don't think so. This is my home, my rules," she said, her eyes narrowing.
"Heh. Stop, you make me laugh. I am Bayman, the man that will have to 'teach' you several things in life," he said giving a mocking bow. As he was bowing, Lei brought up a kick with her left leg as fast as she could, but he managed to avoid getting hit and grabbed the leg tightly.
Bayman shook his head from side to side. "That was a mistake," he said throwing her leg to the side, so she lost her balance and he charged in. He gave to quick jabs into her stomach and back handed her across the face. She fell to the ground shaking her head a little. She quickly pulled her beautiful brown hair back in a ponytail and stood up.
"That was a mistake," she said throwing two crescent kicks one after the other, using both legs. Both kicks landed across Bayman's face. She turned to throw a spinning wheel kick, but by then Bayman was ready for it. Her left leg spun away from her body, hoping to land across Bayman's face, but he caught the kick. He raised her leg up and drove it straight into the ground. Leon let the limp leg fall back to the owner.
Lei cried out grabbing her injured leg, bringing it up to her chest. She wrapped both her arms around her left leg and held it tightly. She straightened it out slowly and shook it out and stood back up. Bayman was in the kitchen, drinking a glass of warm orange juice.
"Up so soon? Heh hehe hehe," he laughed a little. "This is broken, you know," he said smiling at her. "Fine, don't talk. There will be your time for screaming and pleading, trust me on that," he said placing the cup of orange juice down. He held up his hands and threw in a quick jab. Lei grabbed it and threw an open handed strike to his chest with the free hand with a good amount of force. Bayman stumbled backwards surprised as well.
"There is more if you can handle it," she said with her still narrowed eyes on him. She tempted him by extending her left pointer finger and recoiled it several times.
Bayman came in with a low jab but was blocked. Lei followed up with a hook punch, but Bayman was expecting it. He let the attack swing right by him and helped push her along so her back was to him. He wrapped his left arm around her throat and placed his right hand on her head. He applied pressure and leaned over her right shoulder.
"How does it feel to know that I am about to break your neck?" he asked in a whisper.
"H-how does it feel to know, that I a-am about to k-kick your face," she said choking slightly. Her right leg kicked straight up and her knee cracked into his nose. Bayman let go almost immediately. Lei turned to face him to only be hit hard by a counter he threw at her. He threw a well placed hook that landed right on her left cheek. Lei crashed on her counter top and found Bayman behind her pulling her up by her hair.
"How does that feel?" he asked slamming her head back down on top the counter. He brought her head back up, but held tightly. "Want more?" he asked and as he did he slammed her head against the counter again.
"This is for you!" she screamed as she flipped up her right leg in between his. Bayman cursed low and let her go. Her head throbbing, she straightened up and threw an elbow blindly behind her, luckily making contact with the side of his head.
"You bitch," Bayman muttered as he placed her in a bear hug. He squeezed tightly and lifted her off the ground. Lei arched her back but couldn't make an attempt to head but him because her back was to him. She flipped up her legs again and made contact with his groin. Not once but twice. "OWW!" he screamed as he let her go.
Lei dropped to the floor and tried picking herself up as fast as she could. It seemed like forever but once she was on her feet, Bayman elbowed her in the lower back sending her crashing forward.
Bayman approached her quickly. He got a handful of her hair and dragged her to her bed. He threw her down on top of it and climbed on top of her. She swung several times but he caught the attacks. He pinned both of her hands with one of his hands and held them firmly above her head. Bayman then straddled her and placed both of his legs on opposite parts of her body.
"What do you want?!" she screamed, knowing what was coming next.
Bayman licked his lips. "That is obvious, isn't it?" he asked staring up and down her body. He loved how curvy her body was and a crazed look of lust came over him.
"Excuse me, I do hope I am not interrupting anything, but the door was open and I thought I'd stop by," a man called from the door way.
Bayman placed his free hand on Lei's throat and squeezed so she couldn't call for help. She wiggled as much as she could to try and get free. "Uh, could you shut the door. Me and my girlfriend are spending, quality time together," he said squeezing her throat a little harder.
"Well then, I guess I'll be on my way," the man said and soon after he said that, the door closed. Bayman waited a few minutes then let go of her throat.
"Now we can have some fun, eh?" he whispered kissing her roughly on her lips.
Lei squirmed and managed to get free from the kiss for a moment. "Hel-!" she yelled but was drowned out by another kiss.
"The lady doesn't want your kiss or what you want to give. Get off Lei Fang now, Bayman," the voice said from inside the apartment.
Bayman used his free hand and hit Lei a few times in her head so she was somewhat dazed. "Now, let me see who this is," he said turning to face the man. He saw a Chinese man wearing a black silk shirt and black silk pants. The pants had a dragon design on them that was gold and red.
"Jann Lee, at your service. Let her go," he said standing with his arms folded behind his back.
Bayman stood on the bed and walked till he reached the end. He jumped down to the floor and held his fighting stance. "Mr. Lee, I was going to be paying you a visit as soon as I, cleaned myself up from her, heh hehe," he chuckled. He watched as Jann looked up over his left shoulder and nodded, obviously to Lei Fang to do something. He turned with a quick punch but fell off balance when she was still lying on the bed. "Damn," he whispered as he turned around quickly to be fed a jump kick that Jann had thrown. The kick hit him in his chest sending him crashing out of the window near the bed.
"Come on, we must go," Jann said helping Lei up. He tried pulling her, but she was hesitant at first.
"I thank you for saving me, I really am grateful, but why should I trust you?" she said tensing up a little.
"You don't have to if you don't want to. But time is against us, I suggest we move," he said pulling her towards the door.
"I need to pack a few things!" she said trying to reach her dresser.
Jann pulled her by the wrist harder. "I will buy you what you need, but we should really leave now!" he said and as if on cue two men, dressed in black Ninja uniforms jumped through her other windows in her living room. The only visible parts of their bodies were their eyes. Everything else was concealed in the clothing they wore. Both of them had swords as well, neatly tucked behind their backs.
"Who the hell are they?!" she screamed as Jann pulled her out of the door. She watched him as he pulled out what looked to be like a silver marble. Jann threw it in her doorway and had her eyes covered and a bright light flashed for a few seconds. There were two screams inside the room.
Jann ran back inside the apartment and a sound of a fight broke out. Lei walked in to doorway and saw both of the Ninja's on the floor, either unconscious or dead.
Lei gasped. "Are they-?"
"We have to go," he cut in.
"Did you-?" she said again in shock.
"We are leaving," he said walking out of the door way.
"Will they-?" she said still in shock.
"Come on!" he screamed pulling her away from the door way. They ran down the steps and made it to the first floor. The apartment complex was only two floors. They ran out the door and down the street.
"Where are you taking me?" Lei asked as Jann signaled for a taxi. "HEY! I'm talking to you!" she screamed pulling his arm down.
"That letter you received in the mail was a trap. The person that sent it doesn't want you there in the tournament. He wants you dead because you're a threat to him," Jann said going back to trying to get a taxi.
"That letter was a trap? Who wants me dead?" she asked not believing it.
"You are a "good" person, that's why they want you dead. You may find another "good" person to team up with and then that could mess up their plans. Those letters have something like a homing beacon in them. That's how they found you and that's how I did too," he said stepping off the curb as a cab pulled up. "Come with me or not, you are in danger. Watch who you trust," he said opening the door of the cab and sitting inside.
Lei looked at the sun light that surrounded her. She kicked herself for opening the door now, a Russian delivery man just seemed to unreal and Russian's were always bad guys in movies too. She had no where else to go right now, and standing in the broad daylight, wearing almost nothing didn't sound that appealing to her. She stepped in the cab and shut the door.
"Well, where to?" she asked smiling a little at her hero.
"To the air port. I have to find a few friends of mine," Jann said and the driver nodded his head.
"Air port it is then," he said slowly driving away from the curb.
Bayman shook his head as he saw a cab drive by. He saw Lei in it with Jann. "Damn. We will meet again, count on that," he whispered to himself. If it wasn't for the sticker bush he landed on, he could have been much worse off, but not by much. "I'll get you bastards for this," he said pulling a few stickers out of his leg. "I'll get you good."
Dead or Alive: The Fight to Live
Chapter 1 Calling to Fight
The disaster of Tengu at the end of the century left Fame Douglas dead. He was a sponsor of the "Dead or Alive" tournament, a tournament that places the best fighters from around the world into a variety of matches against one another until there is only one winner. Now, the tournaments significance and honor code had died with him and only a handful of fighters have the skills and courage to stop the person behind Douglas's death. The calling to fight has begun and a few brave souls will go head to head and fight for honor and to find the man responsible for the death of the legendary Fame Douglas.
Kasumi held her fighting stance strong as her opponent charge her. When he was no more then five feet away, she whipped her body around and let a spinning wheel kick fly out. Her right leg made such an impact on her attacker, he spun several times before crashing hard into the ground. He continued rolling until he got to his feet.
"Don't do this to yourself. You can't win," Kasumi spoke panting for air slightly. He man screamed more with rage and charged again. As he closed the distance, he pulled a small metal object out and tried to lunge with it.
Kasumi charged him as well pulling her short sword out and sliced once. Both of them had their backs facing one another. The man let out a small cry and dropped the now visible combat knife to the ground. Blood fell to the damp dirt as the man dropped to his knees. Kasumi didn't move from her position, still panting, more heavily then before.
He unknown fighter fell on his stomach. Kasumi turned to see a vast pool of blood drawing away from his body. The grassy field moved slightly as a cool breeze came across the area. The sun was setting now and the beautiful reds and oranges appeared in the sky. Only two clouds were in the sky, both of them on opposite sides of the setting sun.
It was captivating, but she couldn't think of the beautiful scene right now. There was a dead man behind her, trying to attack her for whatever his reasons. She turned, the breeze blowing her long red hair back a little. He whitish-pink dress also got blown a little from the wind. Slowly, she approached the man on the dirt. She knelt beside him, cautiously rolling him over on his back. She saw the gash she had made. It was a deep slice right in his abdomen. Kasumi then wiped the blood stained blade on the fallen mans dark green shirt. She placed the blade back in its case that was on her back. As she was standing, the man reached up with a blood-filled hand and grabbed her left wrist and pulled her back to his side.
"You must-stop him. He can-n't be allowed t-to l-live," he said in his final breaths. "I have co-me to m-my journeys e-end. You mu-st fin- ish i-it." he said letting go of her and let out his last breath. She saw a letter sticking out of his pant pocket it. It was for the "Dead or Alive Tournament."
Kasumi looked at the mans lifeless eyes. She placed a hand over them and gently closed his eyes. She stood up watching as the sun had given its last flickers of light. She did not know who the man was, but knew what he wanted. He was fighting for the sake of the tournament.
"How did you find me?" she asked herself quietly. She shuddered as she began to jog into the fading darkness of the grass field holding the letter tightly in her hand.
The bar Zack was in was loud, smoke filled, and rockin'! His hair was spiked fully and died green. His green and black cargo pants matched his skin color and his hair perfectly. Also his sleeveless green and black vest completed the outfit. His boots clanked on the wooden floor in a unknown bar in an unknown country. He hadn't known where he had been for the last three hours and was having a difficult time understanding the language being used.
Though right now, it didn't matter. He was just having a good time like everyone else was. There were spot lights that flashed every so often, but other then that, the bar was very dark. He could see a bar counter lit up with pink neon lighting that spelled some foreign word. Some unknown music was blasting and the bar bounced with it and that was all that mattered to him right now. He walked in a little further through the sea of people and saw a woman with blonde hair check him over.
He pulled down the shades he was wearing and walked over to her. "And my, my, aren't we fine lookin' tonight!" he said smiling widely. She placed a hand on his shoulder and pulled him over to the bar counter. He followed without any resistance.
Zack sat down with his newly acquired friend and ordered what she had ordered. He could not understand a word of what she was saying, but he did not care in the least. "So, you got a place round here?" he asked smiling still.
She turned her head to the side raising her brow a little, puzzled. She made a gesture that he understood. She shrugged raising her hands slightly.
"A P-L-A-C-E to have P-U-S-H, P-U-S-H. You know what P-U-S-H, P-U-S- H is right?" he asked smiling devilishly.
A hand landed on his left shoulder and spoke directly to him. "Is your name Zack, by any chance?" the man asked lightly.
Zack brushed the mans hand of with one of his hands not looking away from the woman. "Look man, come back lata, I'm busy right now," he said still staring at the woman.
The hand fell on his left shoulder again and tightened this time. "This will only take a minute if you cooperate," the deep voice said barely audible with the loud music.
Zack again flipped the hand off his shoulder. Still without looking he spoke to the man. "Look pal, I'm trying to mack with this chick, come back lata," he said more irritated this time.
One more time the hand fell onto his shoulder, this time lifting him from the bar stool. The man had short blonde hair and light blue eyes flaring with anger. "Is your name Zack!?" he screamed lifting him from the floor. The man was easily over 6'6".
"Uhh, mo-no, no. Heh hehe. I heard a guy say his name was Zack right over there though," he said smiling weakly pointing to his left.
The large man stood there for a second and slowly turned his head the way he was informed. As he did, Zack brought up his beer bottle and smashed it over his head. The mans head only turned slowly back to face him. The man seemed to start growling at him.
"Heh, accident," he whispered. He then gave two fast but hard strikes on both sides of the mans torso. Zack winced a little from impacting the mans almost solid chest. Zack's weak smile fading quickly, brought his knee in between the tall mans legs. He only grunted a little when his knee found its mark.
"Really? NO!" Zack said in disbelief. He then used both of his legs and targeted the mans knees. The tall man screamed out and let him go. Zack quickly got into his fighting stance and cracked his neck on both sides. "You don't want none-a-dis, bro," he said with his fists closing tightly.
"You know not of what you speak of," he said raising his hands in a defensive position as well. His large muscles flexing and growing larger in the green top tank the man was wearing.
Zack watched as muscle built up on top of muscle. "Well, ain't that somethin.' Gotta get me one of those," he said smirking at the larger man. "I'll give you a free shot if you tell me how your mama made me feel last night," Zack smiled as the man lit up with rage.
The large man charged screaming as he did. He threw a front kick with all of his might behind it with his right leg. Zack spun to his right catching the kick in his right arm. His back was now up against the large blondes chest. Zack threw one, two elbow shots to his head. The man staggered and grew a little limp by the sudden surprise shots.
"You tried," Zack said raising the right leg up and pushing backwards. They both fell to the floor. Zack used the back of his head and rammed it into the large man's nose. The large man made a strange noise before passing out. He rolled off the man and saw a DOA tag on his shirt. He searched the man until he found a letter. He took in and stuffed it into his pocket. "Bigger they are, well, the dumber they are too," Zack said smiling standing up. He sat back down at the bar next to the blonde woman, who was in shock, but smiled at him. "All this violence makes me CRAZY! Do you know what P-U-S-H, P-U-S-H is?"
An old man, sitting Indian-style near a shallow stream, meditated in a grassland of China. The smell of plant foliage and wild flowers, were abundant. He sat quietly between to large trees and felt one with nature and himself. He went by the name Gen Fu. He slowly opened his eyes to see the small stream flowing, sparkling a little by the setting sun. He turned to the right and saw one of his students approach him from the Dojo that was located near the stream.
"Master Fu, there is some one here that claims to know you. He said that you two are old sparring partners?" the young student said unsure of the answer himself.
Gen Fu thought for a few moments. "Humph. Well, send them I suppose," he said going back to his meditation. A few moments later a middle aged man was standing in front of him. He looked to be about thirty or so. "You weren't ever one of my sparring partners. What do you want?" he asked still sitting, closing his eyes again.
"My name is Han Griterstien and I am here to fight you and claim my spot in the Dead or Alive Tournament!" he said in a thick German accent. He dropped the bag he was holding and took off his leather coat and revealed a black T-shirt. His pants were black khaki's and seemed loose.
"HA! I fight for the tournament, eh?" he said standing up slowly. "The tournament has fallen a part and is corrupted by that, uh, whoever is running it now. Fighting for the money, or the glory?" he asked dusting his green gee off a little.
"You were on a list of names along with several others. I was one of them. Did you not receive a letter telling you that you are apart of the fight?" he asked taken back a little, lowering his defenses.
"My granddaughter is dying from some strange illness. This 'tournament' does pay money for the winner, but what will that cost be to get there? This isn't a game. People die in this fight. But if this was the letter you were referring to, then yes, I know about it," he said throwing a letter at the man that he had taken from a pocket on the inside of his gee. "We do this one of two ways. One, you leave now, go fight some one else and who knows, maybe you'll be able to fight me later down the road. Or two, I end your life here today," he said with sincerity in his old raspy voice.
Han laughed a little. "You underestimate me, old man," he said raising his fists. Gen Fu's eyes narrowed by the remark.
"Tempt not a desperate man," he whispered stepping forward with his left leg. He brought both hands out in front and readied himself. Han began bouncing back and forth now in his full fighting stance and approached Gen Fu carefully. "Afraid the old man may bite?" he asked laughingly.
Han grew angry at the remark and came in with a powerful ax kick. He brought his left leg straight into the air and came crashing down very quickly on nothing. Gen Fu had side-stepped right and completely avoided the kick. Han quickly through a spinning back kick in Gen Fu's direction and again hit nothing. But something came in contact with the leg. Gen Fu had kicked the leg to the ground and threw a reverse punch with his right hand, scoring a clean hit to Han's face.
Gen Fu quickly followed up with a palm strike to the throat with the left hand and followed that with a right hand ridge-hand to his chest. Han stumbled back choking for air. He straightened up and went in again with a jump kick. Gen Fu avoided the attack by stepping to the left and threw a jumping spinning back kick sending Han in a completely different direction then what he anticipated. Han crashed into a tree with a tremendous amount of force.
"Not bad, for an old man," he said standing up, brushing himself off. He readied himself again for the next attack the old man may throw.
Gen Fu walked up to Han and threw a quick, low round kick to the back of his knee. Han's right knee went straight to the ground and Gen Fu wasted no time in throwing a right elbow to his throat sending him to his back.
Han coughed repeatedly trying to suck in as much air as he could. He was on his back staring straight up into the sky holding his throat when Gen Fu appeared over him. "How is that possible?" he asked staring at the old man in disbelief.
"It doesn't take power, or technique. It requires intelligence and predictability. You telegraphed every one of your moves," he replied looking down at the man. Han reached for a knife that was concealed behind his back. Without a moments hesitation, Gen Fu grabbed one small throwing knife from his left sleeve and embedded it in his chest. "You see, predictability," he whispered as Han cried out in shock as the knife dug deep in his chest. "I warned you my friend. I gave you your chance," he said turning from the fallen man.
Gen Fu walked to the bank of the small stream and sat down again and began to meditate. He folded his hands as the sun disappeared into the horizon. "For my granddaughters sake, let me win this tournament," he said praying silently. He closed his eyes and listened to the calming current of the stream.
It was a hot night in the University of Florida campus. It was always hot in Florida, night, day, rain, hail, tidal wave, or whatever. It was always hot. Lei Fang was in her apartment trying to fix the air conditioning. The young Chinese girl was only wearing a black sports bra and a pair of short shorts, and was sweating uncontrollably. She hit the sides of the air conditioning several times but nothing happened.
"Come to America. Get your education here. Pay us for the education, a ridiculous amount of money, but don't die off to early from the heat, we need your money anyway," she whispered to herself. She walked away from the window and the useless air conditioner into her small living room. Only a couch and TV could fit in the small room. The bed room was not any better either. The bed only allowed two feet of walking space on the sides before you crashed into the wall. The kitchen was crowed as well. Only a few feet of walking room as well. On both sides was either a refrigerator, (that didn't work) a stove, a dish washer, or the cabinets. The bath room was the largest room in the apartment.
"God, why did I come here? Why did I want to live in this hell hole?" she asked herself as a white envelope slid underneath her door. She walked to the door and unlocked it. Opening it, she cautiously stock her head out and looked both ways of the small hallway quickly, but saw no sign of the person that had dropped the letter off.
Lei Fang quickly brought her head back in and closed the door. She used the dead bolt and picked up the envelope. It read: 'Ms. Lei Fang'
"God, please, I paid that stupid landlord his money!" she said tearing the envelope open. She unfolded the paper quickly and began reading quickly. "Huh?" she said out loud confused. The letter read:
'Ms. Lei Fang, I have been watching you for quite sometime. Can you still fight? Heh hehe, I hope so. I hope your, education is going, well. The sponsor for the Dead of Alive tournament is dead, but in his "honor and memory" we are hosting another. We have assembled a list of people that will be fighting as well and given references on where to find them. If you need a visual, we have "established" that as well. Go to a computer with Internet access and type www.doahardcore.net. Hehe, I'm sure that information will be, useful to you.
There will also be a reward for the winner and it is quite a large sum of money. You see, money has no value to me, so name the price. But don't let me get ahead of myself, you have to win. It is imperative that you take this letter with you, where ever you go. You will be disqualified if found without it. This helps "find" your opponents. Use what you need, anything goes. Try not to be "defeated" to soon. That would be a pity.'
Lei was shocked for a few moments and quickly placed the letter on the table in the dinning room/entrance to the apartment. "Where does some one get off stalking another person. Freaks. The Dead or Alive tournament is over with, completely corrupted," she said but froze when a knock came on her door. Lei quickly walked over to the door and looked through the eye piece and saw it was covered.
"Excuse me, is the Lei Fangs residence? We have a package for her," the Russian sounding voice said.
"What is it?" Lei asked quickly, her heart pounding. She quietly tiptoed to the cordless phone and brought it back to the door, just in case.
"Camera lens, I think," the man called from the other side. Lei let out a sigh of relief. Her lens had finally arrived for her photography class.
"Okay, sorry about that," she said unlocking the door. As the door opened she saw a man wearing a green barrette on his head and saw a military jacket that was left open. He had combat pants and boots on and looked coldly at her. She tried closing the door again, but he kicked it open with unreal force. She flew to the ground and watched as he approached her. "Get out!" she screamed looking at him studying her.
"Get up. I want a, semi-challenging fight," he said letting her rise to her feet. She shuddered as she saw him staring are certain parts of her body. The man had a sick look in his eyes and that made her extremely uncomfortable.
"What do you want? Money? Its in the dresser in the living room. Take it and go," she said still from the floor. She was terrified of the man but did her best not to show it.
"I don't want money. Not from you at least. I am fighting in the tournament, just like you. Who knows, maybe I'll get more then I bargained for," he said smiling down at her.
Lei stood up and let her anger flow through her. She got into her fighting stance and let her arms move freely. "I don't think so. This is my home, my rules," she said, her eyes narrowing.
"Heh. Stop, you make me laugh. I am Bayman, the man that will have to 'teach' you several things in life," he said giving a mocking bow. As he was bowing, Lei brought up a kick with her left leg as fast as she could, but he managed to avoid getting hit and grabbed the leg tightly.
Bayman shook his head from side to side. "That was a mistake," he said throwing her leg to the side, so she lost her balance and he charged in. He gave to quick jabs into her stomach and back handed her across the face. She fell to the ground shaking her head a little. She quickly pulled her beautiful brown hair back in a ponytail and stood up.
"That was a mistake," she said throwing two crescent kicks one after the other, using both legs. Both kicks landed across Bayman's face. She turned to throw a spinning wheel kick, but by then Bayman was ready for it. Her left leg spun away from her body, hoping to land across Bayman's face, but he caught the kick. He raised her leg up and drove it straight into the ground. Leon let the limp leg fall back to the owner.
Lei cried out grabbing her injured leg, bringing it up to her chest. She wrapped both her arms around her left leg and held it tightly. She straightened it out slowly and shook it out and stood back up. Bayman was in the kitchen, drinking a glass of warm orange juice.
"Up so soon? Heh hehe hehe," he laughed a little. "This is broken, you know," he said smiling at her. "Fine, don't talk. There will be your time for screaming and pleading, trust me on that," he said placing the cup of orange juice down. He held up his hands and threw in a quick jab. Lei grabbed it and threw an open handed strike to his chest with the free hand with a good amount of force. Bayman stumbled backwards surprised as well.
"There is more if you can handle it," she said with her still narrowed eyes on him. She tempted him by extending her left pointer finger and recoiled it several times.
Bayman came in with a low jab but was blocked. Lei followed up with a hook punch, but Bayman was expecting it. He let the attack swing right by him and helped push her along so her back was to him. He wrapped his left arm around her throat and placed his right hand on her head. He applied pressure and leaned over her right shoulder.
"How does it feel to know that I am about to break your neck?" he asked in a whisper.
"H-how does it feel to know, that I a-am about to k-kick your face," she said choking slightly. Her right leg kicked straight up and her knee cracked into his nose. Bayman let go almost immediately. Lei turned to face him to only be hit hard by a counter he threw at her. He threw a well placed hook that landed right on her left cheek. Lei crashed on her counter top and found Bayman behind her pulling her up by her hair.
"How does that feel?" he asked slamming her head back down on top the counter. He brought her head back up, but held tightly. "Want more?" he asked and as he did he slammed her head against the counter again.
"This is for you!" she screamed as she flipped up her right leg in between his. Bayman cursed low and let her go. Her head throbbing, she straightened up and threw an elbow blindly behind her, luckily making contact with the side of his head.
"You bitch," Bayman muttered as he placed her in a bear hug. He squeezed tightly and lifted her off the ground. Lei arched her back but couldn't make an attempt to head but him because her back was to him. She flipped up her legs again and made contact with his groin. Not once but twice. "OWW!" he screamed as he let her go.
Lei dropped to the floor and tried picking herself up as fast as she could. It seemed like forever but once she was on her feet, Bayman elbowed her in the lower back sending her crashing forward.
Bayman approached her quickly. He got a handful of her hair and dragged her to her bed. He threw her down on top of it and climbed on top of her. She swung several times but he caught the attacks. He pinned both of her hands with one of his hands and held them firmly above her head. Bayman then straddled her and placed both of his legs on opposite parts of her body.
"What do you want?!" she screamed, knowing what was coming next.
Bayman licked his lips. "That is obvious, isn't it?" he asked staring up and down her body. He loved how curvy her body was and a crazed look of lust came over him.
"Excuse me, I do hope I am not interrupting anything, but the door was open and I thought I'd stop by," a man called from the door way.
Bayman placed his free hand on Lei's throat and squeezed so she couldn't call for help. She wiggled as much as she could to try and get free. "Uh, could you shut the door. Me and my girlfriend are spending, quality time together," he said squeezing her throat a little harder.
"Well then, I guess I'll be on my way," the man said and soon after he said that, the door closed. Bayman waited a few minutes then let go of her throat.
"Now we can have some fun, eh?" he whispered kissing her roughly on her lips.
Lei squirmed and managed to get free from the kiss for a moment. "Hel-!" she yelled but was drowned out by another kiss.
"The lady doesn't want your kiss or what you want to give. Get off Lei Fang now, Bayman," the voice said from inside the apartment.
Bayman used his free hand and hit Lei a few times in her head so she was somewhat dazed. "Now, let me see who this is," he said turning to face the man. He saw a Chinese man wearing a black silk shirt and black silk pants. The pants had a dragon design on them that was gold and red.
"Jann Lee, at your service. Let her go," he said standing with his arms folded behind his back.
Bayman stood on the bed and walked till he reached the end. He jumped down to the floor and held his fighting stance. "Mr. Lee, I was going to be paying you a visit as soon as I, cleaned myself up from her, heh hehe," he chuckled. He watched as Jann looked up over his left shoulder and nodded, obviously to Lei Fang to do something. He turned with a quick punch but fell off balance when she was still lying on the bed. "Damn," he whispered as he turned around quickly to be fed a jump kick that Jann had thrown. The kick hit him in his chest sending him crashing out of the window near the bed.
"Come on, we must go," Jann said helping Lei up. He tried pulling her, but she was hesitant at first.
"I thank you for saving me, I really am grateful, but why should I trust you?" she said tensing up a little.
"You don't have to if you don't want to. But time is against us, I suggest we move," he said pulling her towards the door.
"I need to pack a few things!" she said trying to reach her dresser.
Jann pulled her by the wrist harder. "I will buy you what you need, but we should really leave now!" he said and as if on cue two men, dressed in black Ninja uniforms jumped through her other windows in her living room. The only visible parts of their bodies were their eyes. Everything else was concealed in the clothing they wore. Both of them had swords as well, neatly tucked behind their backs.
"Who the hell are they?!" she screamed as Jann pulled her out of the door. She watched him as he pulled out what looked to be like a silver marble. Jann threw it in her doorway and had her eyes covered and a bright light flashed for a few seconds. There were two screams inside the room.
Jann ran back inside the apartment and a sound of a fight broke out. Lei walked in to doorway and saw both of the Ninja's on the floor, either unconscious or dead.
Lei gasped. "Are they-?"
"We have to go," he cut in.
"Did you-?" she said again in shock.
"We are leaving," he said walking out of the door way.
"Will they-?" she said still in shock.
"Come on!" he screamed pulling her away from the door way. They ran down the steps and made it to the first floor. The apartment complex was only two floors. They ran out the door and down the street.
"Where are you taking me?" Lei asked as Jann signaled for a taxi. "HEY! I'm talking to you!" she screamed pulling his arm down.
"That letter you received in the mail was a trap. The person that sent it doesn't want you there in the tournament. He wants you dead because you're a threat to him," Jann said going back to trying to get a taxi.
"That letter was a trap? Who wants me dead?" she asked not believing it.
"You are a "good" person, that's why they want you dead. You may find another "good" person to team up with and then that could mess up their plans. Those letters have something like a homing beacon in them. That's how they found you and that's how I did too," he said stepping off the curb as a cab pulled up. "Come with me or not, you are in danger. Watch who you trust," he said opening the door of the cab and sitting inside.
Lei looked at the sun light that surrounded her. She kicked herself for opening the door now, a Russian delivery man just seemed to unreal and Russian's were always bad guys in movies too. She had no where else to go right now, and standing in the broad daylight, wearing almost nothing didn't sound that appealing to her. She stepped in the cab and shut the door.
"Well, where to?" she asked smiling a little at her hero.
"To the air port. I have to find a few friends of mine," Jann said and the driver nodded his head.
"Air port it is then," he said slowly driving away from the curb.
Bayman shook his head as he saw a cab drive by. He saw Lei in it with Jann. "Damn. We will meet again, count on that," he whispered to himself. If it wasn't for the sticker bush he landed on, he could have been much worse off, but not by much. "I'll get you bastards for this," he said pulling a few stickers out of his leg. "I'll get you good."