Whoa. It's been a very long time. I'm sorry everyone, if anyone was anxiously awaiting the next chapter, that it has taken this long. I apologise, and I offer you many, many cookies to ease your pain.:)

Yea! The BreeLady is back. Slightly more mature, but my writing certainly won't reflect that.

I had a lot of issues with my beloved computer, and in the end, I had to get a new one, as the other was going to cost waaay to much to repair.

So, on a newer computer (one that works much better), the BreeLady has some new fodder for readers to devour.

Enjoy!

Tequila, Face Sucking and a Whole Lotta Ping.

Paul gasped, gripping his stomach tightly. He sank to his knees, and began groaning painfully. Law strutted around the oblong, puffing his chest out, thinking that Paul had succumbed to his 'superior power'.

'I won!! WOOT!' He cawed, and an anonymous voice squawked back,

'It's w00t! You idiot!'

This prompted an argument in some of the spectators,

'It's wo0t!'

"No, it's w00t!'

Law cocked his head to the side. (A/N damn I love the English language for having such a simple word with dirty connotations) He blinked several times, and then, looking back at Paul doubled over in pain he went over to make sure that he didn't need serious medical help. He sauntered over, winking and waving at people, and then knelt beside Paul.

'What's wrong? Do you need a doctor?' He whispered out of the corner of his mouth, at the same time checking out the only woman in the audience.

'I need….I need….' Paul moaned, his pain increasing.

Law frowned, and swiftly rolled Paul onto his back. He listened to Paul's stomach, which was whirring ferociously.

'Do you need some sort of medicine? Are you ill?'

Paul nodded,

'I'm……… lactose intolerant. Mouthguard……… laced…………………'

'How do you treat it?' Law asked, worry lines creasing his face.

'I need……..I need…..'

'Yes……..?'

'I need a toilet…….'

Law's face froze.

'Doctor!' he called 'Some body get this man to a bathroom, quickly!'

Medical officials came running over, and Paul was swiftly carried to a bathroom were he could….relieve himself of the pain.

Law found himself talking to the match official.

'He said that his mouthguard was laced with something containing lactose. As soon a lactose goes through his system- well, let's just say that he's gonna be in that toiled for a while.'

The official frowned writing swiftly on a clipboard,

'So, only someone who knew about his condition could have done this….'

'Yeah,' Law nodded, 'Only me and his doctor know, really. Most people think he just doesn't like cheese or Milo's.'

'Only you and his doctor. Really.' The official pondered, 'Arnold.'

A giant muscle man came trotting over with a megaphone.

Law stood patiently to his side, awaiting him to make an announcement regarding Paul's sabotage.

'Ahem. We have an alarming announcement to make. Paul Phoenix's chances in the competition were sabotaged. By this man, Marshall Law.'

Law looked shocked, and gurgled pathetically as Arnold clasped his painfully by the shoulders.

'Because of the depravity of such a deed, Marshall Law has forfeit the competition. Paul Phoenix has won this match by forfeit.'

'NOOOOO! I mean……WOOHOO! Bleagh….WOOHOO!' Paul shrieked from the bathroom.

'Somebody get that man some air freshener.' Lee catcalled from the back of the room.

Six hours later, when Paul returned from the bathroom, his insides successfully detoxed, he was amazed to find the room completely changed.

The room had previously been a place of suspicion and rivalry, with particular groups sticking together. Admittedly, there were quite a few people gone from previously, but the room seemed more relaxed. Incredibly more so. The blonde lady, Nina, was currently nibbling on Lei's ear. Now, if that wasn't a sign of alcohol, Paul didn't know what was.

He walked over to where everybody was gathered, and was startled to find that they were all inspecting a computer, inset into a desktop.

'What's up guys.' He asked, curious as to what was going on.

'Oh hey Paul.' Nina said, disconnecting herself from Lei, 'Two things. Tequila, and results.'

'Oh, are we gonna find out the competitors for the next round?'

She nodded briskly, and pointed emphatically to various bottles and cups on a nearby table. 'Tequila.' She promptly smiled sluggishly, and began sucking face with Lei.

Paul recoiled a bit, and decided to check out the results first. He moved closer to the table, and found himself chatting to Hwoarang.

'Hey, weren't those two meant to have fought each other?' He asked, pointing to the two lovebirds he had just passed.

'Oh, Kazuya and Bruce knocked each other out, and they just said that Lei and Nina could both continue, as to replace the unconscious.'

Paul comprehended, and nodded, 'Oh, what about the results?'

'They're coming up at about 9, they said. So it should be up any minute.'

Paul nodded. He stood there awkwardly with Hwoarang as they stared at the desk, waiting for something to happen.

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PING!

'Results are up guys!' Hwoarang called out, and everyone sidled over, anxiously checking the results.

Paul pulled out his notebook carefully, aware that anyone at any moment could discover he had flowers on the cover.

He carefully inspected the results and copied them down.

Yellow

Julia Chang DEFEATED Ling Xiaoyu

Christie Montiero DEFEATED Roger Jr

Steve Fox DEFEATED King

Raven DEFEATED Feng Wei

Jin Kazama DEFEATED Jack-5

Red

Kazuya Mishima DOUBLE KNOCKOUT Bruce Irvin

Hwoarang DEFEATED Craig Marduk

Paul Phoenix DEFEATED VIA FORFEIT Marshall Law

Bryan Fury DEFEATED Lee Chaolan

Lei Wulong DRAW Nina Williams

Green

Anna Williams DEFEATED Yoshimitsu

Asuka Kazama DEFEATED Wang

Baek Doo San DOUBLE KNOCKOUT Mokujin

Heihachi DRAW Ganyru

Everyone studied the results for several long minutes. They studied them, and everyone came to the conclusion that this was going to be one hell of a competition.

'WHO WANTS TEQUILA?'

'WOOHOO! Tequila party!'

Ohhh, yeeaaahhhh! Shiny Disco Ball!

What are the bets that everyone is gonna get drunk and wasted?

With fond thoughts,

BreeLady