I have not come into great heaps of money since last chapter, so I still own nothing, Tecmo owns everything.
Chapter 5: Step into the Ring
Phil paced back and forth in the arena while he waited for the arrival of his first opponent. He yawned periodically, as he had not gotten much sleep living between a rowdy wrestler and a drunk who insisted on playing loud Chinese techno at two in the morning. The DOAtec apartments were more like a frat house the previous night, at least on his floor. He was not aware that it was tradition for some of the participants to party themselves stupid on the first night. He had gone out to socialize a bit, but he knew he had an early morning. He also had decided to pack it in for the night when a very inebriated Bass began to chase Zack through the halls with a lamp. All in all it was a humourous evening, but a drain nonetheless. Finally another man walked into the arena. The fighter removed his leather jacket and dropped it on the floor. Phil analyzed his opponent as he approached.
Cut blue jean shorts, Doc Martin boots, sleeveless 'The Clash' shirt, this guy seems alright. The Englishman stopped in front of Phil and nodded. Phil returned the nod.
"Phil Conners." the Brit looked at him plainly.
"Yeah I know who ya are, I 'ave read the booklet." Phil nooded. "Besides, you were the 'out and about the house' guy right?"
Damn it! "Heh, yeah, yeah that's me." The Brit smirked.
"Jared Dale, sorry to be the one that 'asta send ya 'ome." Phil smirked back.
"Yeah we'll see." An official finally came through a door at the far side of the arena and sped over in a golf cart. Shotgun!
"Phil Conners and Jared Dale?" the official asked quickly. Both men nodded. The official looked over at Jared. "You are late this morning, Mr. Dale, if you have any more matches please try to be prompt." Jared put his middle finger in the official's face, the official didn't seem phased. "That's lovely, I have a pair of those to. Now let me just check my papers here, I need your signatures so that if you guys injure each other DOAtec is in no way responsible." He found a sheet and had them both sign it. "Now your styles are..." he scanned the paper. "Mr. Dale, street fighting?" Jared nodded with a sneer. "Why does that not surprise me? Aaaaand Mr. Conners... blackbelts in both Hepkido and Kapwaeda?" Phil nodded slowly. The official looked sincerely impressed. "That's quite a resume, you have a lot of free time on your hands."
I'd rather call it dedication, you clown. "Yes sir, I guess I do." The official checked off some boxes on the paper.
"Well I guess with it being so cold up there, there wouldn't be much else TO do, huh?"
Oh yeah yeah, make a cold weather joke, real original pal.
"Alright gentlemen, as you read in your booklets, these matches are not sanctioned by DOAtec so no rules apply, do whatever you must to get into the tournament. Officials will only be standing by in the event of a submission, knock out or if medical attention is required. Best of luck to you both, and come out fighting." The official sped away in his golf cart and parked at the far end of the arena. Phil and Jared looked at one another and waited for the signal to go. A loud buzzer echoed through the arena and the combatants were off. Jared threw a haymaker right away. Phil grabbed Jared's arm and quickly thrust him downwards into the ground in a quick three hit combination. While Jared was on his back he shot up with his foot. Phil then grabbed the foot and kicked the back of Jared's knee. Phil spun around Jared as he got up and locked an armbar on him. While Jared flailed to break the hold, Phil took liberties with his knee into Jared's hip. Jared's elbow collided with the side of Phil's head, knocking his hat off. Phil pushed Jared away and connected with another quick combination of a backhand, a downward punch and an uppercut. Jared was on his back again and Phil crouched over him. Phil could feel the sting of the elbow and wanted to end this early before the spot on his head had a chance to swell too badly. He swung fast elbow shots across Jared's face and the Brit quickly tapped out. Phil got off his opponent and put his hat back on. The official came back over in his golf cart.
"Congratulations Mr. Conners. You will be proceeding to the next round, your opponent will be Jorge Mendez. I recommend you stay loose as your next match is in an hour. As for you Mr. Dale, please hop in the cart, we're taking you home." Phil helped Jared to his feet and they shook hands.
"You took me to school, mate. Best of luck to ya."
"Thank you." Damn I kinda liked this guy to.
Phil paced in the locker room, the day started with sixty-eight entries, and now they were down to thirty-four, and by the end of the afternoon it would be only a select seventeen. He stretched frequently, trying to keep himself warmed up. Another man soon joined Phil in the locker room. He was a muscular Chinaman, lightly sweating.
"Getting ready for your second match?" Phil asked politely. The Chinaman glared at him, but did not answer, he simply unlocked his locker and fetched a towel and soap. Phil nodded to himself. "Well, good luck to you anyways, eh?" The Chinaman scoffed at him.
"I've already finished my second match, now shut up."
Whoa, easy there captain intensity. Phil didn't like this man's tone, but he was impressed that this man had won 2 matches already and was not the least bit marked up or fatigued. "Well then I'll see you in the tournament." Phil nodded as he walked out the door.
"Whatever." Phil shook his head to ignore the man's rudeness.
Phil's second match went very much like his first. Tight defensive maneuvers finished off his opponents in short order, he couldn't believe his ears when the official shook his hand and said "Welcome to the fourth Dead Or Alive tournament." He was ecstatic, he thought for sure he would not make it in the first year he tried out, but here he was, the newest combatant in the Dead Or Alive tournament.
So Phil is now in! A new adventure begins now. What will the next day hold? Who will his first opponent be? Will Jann-Lee always be such a prick? Stay tuned!
Chapter 5: Step into the Ring
Phil paced back and forth in the arena while he waited for the arrival of his first opponent. He yawned periodically, as he had not gotten much sleep living between a rowdy wrestler and a drunk who insisted on playing loud Chinese techno at two in the morning. The DOAtec apartments were more like a frat house the previous night, at least on his floor. He was not aware that it was tradition for some of the participants to party themselves stupid on the first night. He had gone out to socialize a bit, but he knew he had an early morning. He also had decided to pack it in for the night when a very inebriated Bass began to chase Zack through the halls with a lamp. All in all it was a humourous evening, but a drain nonetheless. Finally another man walked into the arena. The fighter removed his leather jacket and dropped it on the floor. Phil analyzed his opponent as he approached.
Cut blue jean shorts, Doc Martin boots, sleeveless 'The Clash' shirt, this guy seems alright. The Englishman stopped in front of Phil and nodded. Phil returned the nod.
"Phil Conners." the Brit looked at him plainly.
"Yeah I know who ya are, I 'ave read the booklet." Phil nooded. "Besides, you were the 'out and about the house' guy right?"
Damn it! "Heh, yeah, yeah that's me." The Brit smirked.
"Jared Dale, sorry to be the one that 'asta send ya 'ome." Phil smirked back.
"Yeah we'll see." An official finally came through a door at the far side of the arena and sped over in a golf cart. Shotgun!
"Phil Conners and Jared Dale?" the official asked quickly. Both men nodded. The official looked over at Jared. "You are late this morning, Mr. Dale, if you have any more matches please try to be prompt." Jared put his middle finger in the official's face, the official didn't seem phased. "That's lovely, I have a pair of those to. Now let me just check my papers here, I need your signatures so that if you guys injure each other DOAtec is in no way responsible." He found a sheet and had them both sign it. "Now your styles are..." he scanned the paper. "Mr. Dale, street fighting?" Jared nodded with a sneer. "Why does that not surprise me? Aaaaand Mr. Conners... blackbelts in both Hepkido and Kapwaeda?" Phil nodded slowly. The official looked sincerely impressed. "That's quite a resume, you have a lot of free time on your hands."
I'd rather call it dedication, you clown. "Yes sir, I guess I do." The official checked off some boxes on the paper.
"Well I guess with it being so cold up there, there wouldn't be much else TO do, huh?"
Oh yeah yeah, make a cold weather joke, real original pal.
"Alright gentlemen, as you read in your booklets, these matches are not sanctioned by DOAtec so no rules apply, do whatever you must to get into the tournament. Officials will only be standing by in the event of a submission, knock out or if medical attention is required. Best of luck to you both, and come out fighting." The official sped away in his golf cart and parked at the far end of the arena. Phil and Jared looked at one another and waited for the signal to go. A loud buzzer echoed through the arena and the combatants were off. Jared threw a haymaker right away. Phil grabbed Jared's arm and quickly thrust him downwards into the ground in a quick three hit combination. While Jared was on his back he shot up with his foot. Phil then grabbed the foot and kicked the back of Jared's knee. Phil spun around Jared as he got up and locked an armbar on him. While Jared flailed to break the hold, Phil took liberties with his knee into Jared's hip. Jared's elbow collided with the side of Phil's head, knocking his hat off. Phil pushed Jared away and connected with another quick combination of a backhand, a downward punch and an uppercut. Jared was on his back again and Phil crouched over him. Phil could feel the sting of the elbow and wanted to end this early before the spot on his head had a chance to swell too badly. He swung fast elbow shots across Jared's face and the Brit quickly tapped out. Phil got off his opponent and put his hat back on. The official came back over in his golf cart.
"Congratulations Mr. Conners. You will be proceeding to the next round, your opponent will be Jorge Mendez. I recommend you stay loose as your next match is in an hour. As for you Mr. Dale, please hop in the cart, we're taking you home." Phil helped Jared to his feet and they shook hands.
"You took me to school, mate. Best of luck to ya."
"Thank you." Damn I kinda liked this guy to.
Phil paced in the locker room, the day started with sixty-eight entries, and now they were down to thirty-four, and by the end of the afternoon it would be only a select seventeen. He stretched frequently, trying to keep himself warmed up. Another man soon joined Phil in the locker room. He was a muscular Chinaman, lightly sweating.
"Getting ready for your second match?" Phil asked politely. The Chinaman glared at him, but did not answer, he simply unlocked his locker and fetched a towel and soap. Phil nodded to himself. "Well, good luck to you anyways, eh?" The Chinaman scoffed at him.
"I've already finished my second match, now shut up."
Whoa, easy there captain intensity. Phil didn't like this man's tone, but he was impressed that this man had won 2 matches already and was not the least bit marked up or fatigued. "Well then I'll see you in the tournament." Phil nodded as he walked out the door.
"Whatever." Phil shook his head to ignore the man's rudeness.
Phil's second match went very much like his first. Tight defensive maneuvers finished off his opponents in short order, he couldn't believe his ears when the official shook his hand and said "Welcome to the fourth Dead Or Alive tournament." He was ecstatic, he thought for sure he would not make it in the first year he tried out, but here he was, the newest combatant in the Dead Or Alive tournament.
So Phil is now in! A new adventure begins now. What will the next day hold? Who will his first opponent be? Will Jann-Lee always be such a prick? Stay tuned!