This is my first Suspense/Action/Adventure type of story which Joey is the main character in this story inspired by Def Jam Vendetta and, in terms of gameplay, the soon-to-be-released Def Jam Vendetta: Fight for New York. This takes place two years after Battle City. During this time period the pairing for the time being at least in this story is Kaiba/Serenity (Even though I don't really like this pairing, but it serves a purpose in this story.) Also, I won't use any of the rappers that appear in the game, just the game's OCs.

Vendetta: Prologue It was a dark night in Domino City as a red Honda drove up to the Turtle Game Shop. As it stopped, a blonde-haired boy who appeared to be 18 years of age stepped out from the car. Most noticeably is a bandage which was attached to the left side of his face as it appeared that some of the blood was showing, signaling that the cut must've been deep. In his hand was a note which he quickly read over to make sure everything was the way it was supposed to be as it read:

Yuge,

Sorry I have to tell you like this with a note instead talking to ya face to face. Right now, things are just too complicated for me to stay in Domino. I mean, everything's falling apart and I just need to clear my head. Serenity and I got into a big argument which ended up with me making this decision. It's like I told her: She wanted him, she got him. I mean if I really loved my sister I would do anything to see her happy, right? Mai was right: you can't depend on anyone but yourself to trust, otherwise they'll just betray you. Don't bother to ask where I'm going, cause I know you're just going to try to talk me out of this. Don't worry I'll be back…Someday after I get my shit together.

Take care. Tell everyone my goodbyes for me, Yugi. And tell Moneybags that he's finally won. He finally got what he wanted.

Joey.

With a sigh, he placed the note into the mailbox before going back to his car. With a look back at the game shop, the usual hangout for him and Yugi, as well as his other friends: Tristan, Tea, and Bakura, he wiped a small tear from his right eye.

"So long guys…" He said to himself as he drove off. He was now going to his next and last destination in Domino City: Domino International Airport. He didn't know where he was going, but neither did his friends who'd chase him down and bring him back. They really did cared about him, as did he cared about them. But he didn't want to burden them with his problems. Besides, he could use a trip anyway. After graduating from Domino High, he didn't have much of an option on what to do with his life as Joey wasn't exactly a Straight-A student. Luckily for him, he managed to save up all the money he earned from his job working at the warehouse at the mall. That's not to say that he didn't leave Serenity some money for rent and necessities. Despite what has happened, he still cared enough to see if she was going to be alright while he was gone, despite only leaving a note along with the money.

As he drove, he saw all of his usual spots in the city: The arcade, the mall, just to name a few. He knew how much he was going to miss those places, among other things. He was going to miss Tristan joking about him, which lead to the friendly-little fights between the two, Bakura occasionally being possessed by the spirit in his Millennium Ring, him and Yugi dueling together in tournaments. Hell, he was even going to miss Tea scolding him, not to mention her "speeches," which mostly were based on friendship.

He made it to the airport as he made his decision where to go. The only place he could think about: New York City. Why NYC? He figured that it would be the perfect place for him to go. After all, he did have the appropriate attitude, as well as the accent, right?

As he parked the car, Joey took out his duffle bag, the only piece luggage he bothered to carry, from the back seat. Hopefully there was an open seat in the next flight to the Big Apple, more importantly he had enough for the flight and save some for a hotel, he thought as he walked into the Airport...

Two Years Later

Joey was knocked down onto the ground hard as blood began to drip from his forehead, as his arms and face appeared to have been filled with cuts and bruises. The crowd began to cheer and shout as another man walked towards Joey. He was black, wearing Black Baggy jeans which sagged, revealing red boxers, a grey Lugz T-shirt, and a read 'do-rag over his black dreadlocked hair.

"Fuck 'em up, Rez!" A male's voice shouted from the crowd.

"Beat the living shit out of 'em!" Another voice shouted as the man known as Rez approached his fallen opponent, now wielding a chain.

"Time to put ya ta sleep..," He said as he twirled the chain around as Joey tried to regain his bearings.

'Wat the hell have I gotten' myself into…' He muttered to himself as he, at the nick of time, managed to avoid the chain whipping him once again. He knew that he hardly stood a chance against him in a head-on assault as, while he has gain a bit of muscle since moving to New York, Rez was around 6'3" while Joey was only at 5'10." So now, he had to think of something to win this. Maybe he would luck out and hit a shot which would give him a lucky win, but Joey quickly discarded that idea. In here, luck was no option and he needed to prove to the crowd, and himself, that he had what it took to hang with them…

"Dat's it!" Joey closed his hands to a fist as he ran towards Rez. Believing that his opponent has finally lost it, Rez got his chain ready, looking to deal easy damage. As Rez swung the chain forward, Joey dove into a roll to avoid, and right after he got back up, he delivered a hard blow to the gut. Thus made Rez flinch and drop the chain as he clutched his stomach.

Not wanting to let up and allow Rez to recover, Joey forced a hard blow from his right elbow onto the back of Rez's neck as he then grabbed the chain, looking for retribution on his mind.

"Time for a 'lil payback…" Joey grinned as he proceeded to whip Rez like a Lion Tamer whipping a lion in a circus act. Needless to say, similar bruises Joey received earlier were beginning to appear on Rez's body. Not letting up one bit, Joey has become the animal released from its cage, looking to satisfy himself with a victim. "Doesn't feel too good, does it, Jerk!?" He taunted as he now wrapped the chain around Rez's neck.

"That Wheeler guy isn't half bad!" One member of the crowd stated as he scratched his chin.

"Who would've thought that a lightweight like him could actually pose as a threat?" His companion, a female nodded. "When did he show up all of a sudden, anyway?"

"Two years ago, from what I heard out on the streets."

Joey pulled the chain back, with his foot pressing on Rez's back to add more pressure! His eyes were filled with hate and rage as he glared at his fallen opponent. "SAY IT!" Joey snapped. His voice cold and sadistic.

Rez tried to say something, but gagged as the chain became tighter! "…I…I…"

"SAY IT, JERK!" Joey ordered. "NOW!"

"…I…I…give…up…" He managed to wheeze as the bell then rang. Joey's grip on the chain weakened as he soon released it, allowing Rez to remove it, and catch his breath.

"The Winner of this street brawl…Joey 'Sacrifice' Wheeler!" The Emcee announced as Joey faces turned from the sadistic look he had earlier to an annoyed look. Despite the fact that he nearly killed Rez, they still insisted on calling him "Sacrifice." Sacrifice? Sacrifice!? Did anything he's done in that fight screamed "Sacrifice?" Did the sadistic, deranged look on his face was a look of a lamb being sent to the slaughter house? He'd understood it two years ago as he, when he first arrived, was as scrawny as a chicken. But now, after about two years of dedication at the gym, as well as tough training, he was fairly muscular, but was definitely not "Mr. Olympian" material. Rather than show his complain about his displeasure of the use of that name, as he was too sore and tired, he just walked away from the place which was a subway train station…and his dueling place.

"Hey 'Sacrifice!'" A female voice shouted with a bit of teasing as a young woman walked over towards him. She had long, blonde hair which reached to her shoulder blades and hazel eyes. She was wearing black and gold mesh halter dress which its length reached her mid thighs and silver knee-high boots.

Joey sighed, "What'd ya want, Deja?" It was already bad enough that the DJ continued to call him that, without her adding on to it as well.

"Aren't you forgetting something, Baby?" Deja held out 5 $200 bills, for a total of $1000 dollars. The prize money he won from his fight against Razor.

"Thanks…" He sighed, now remembering that he forgot about the prize money. "Damn, I'm losing it. I busted my ass out there and I forgot about the reason why I go through with this anyway?"

"Either you're too tired or you've lost a few brain cells." She suggested.

"Har-dee-har-har…" Joey muttered as he walked towards his car, which was red Pontiac. "You need a lift?" He offered.

"Nah, I'm fine." She smiled with an assuring look on his face. "So…see ya tomorrow at The Junkyard?" Deja reminded him about his match tomorrow, this time a wrestling match rather than a street fight like his previous one.

Joey grinned, "Alright then. See ya then!"

"Bye 'Sacrifice!'" Deja waved, teasing him as she walked back to the subway area.

Joey gave her a glare as he opened the car door as he then muttered… "Damn you, Snowman…" He placed the key into the ignition as he then started the car. After he pulled out, he set for his last destination for the night:

Home…

So here ya go: The first chapter of the story. Sorry that it was so short, but the next chapter will be longer. So, how'd you like it so far? Read and review, please!