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Chapter 6: Ding Ding Ding
The hot shower felt great to Phil, he stood under the showerhead for twenty minutes, just letting the steam take his aches away. One change of clothes later he was on his way to the lounge. He walked through the big double doors and found the lounge a lot less crowded now. He sat down on a leather sofa and smiled as he sank into it. He then put his feet up and lay down on the sofa. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the comfort, but it was short-lived. He felt a hand smack his knees lightly.
"Make some room." Phil opened his eyes and saw Helena smirking at him. He quickly pulled his legs off the sofa and motioned for her to sit. She sat at the other end and they began to make small talk, small talk began turning into discussion, and soon they were sharing with each other what they did for a living, things they enjoyed in their free time and the like. The room was slowly starting to fill as the day grew later. "So, how does it feel to be the new guy?" Helena asked. Phil smirked.
"Hasn't really sunk in yet, though 'new guy' is better than 'goofy Canadian guy' any day." he admitted. Helena stretched out her legs and laid them across Phil's. She closed her eyes and apparently fell asleep almost right away. You bloody tease. Phil carefully slid his legs out from under Helena's and put a nearby blanket over her. He walked around the room, admiring the décor, DOAtec spared no expense. He slowly made his way over to a pool table where a large man cleared the table. "Hi there." Phil said. The man looked up at him and made no sound. Phil grimaced and nodded. That would be my cue to leave before sasquatch guts me. He kept walking around the other rooms of the lounge until he came to a quiet sitting room. More leather sofas welcomed him. Right on he thought. He stretched out in another sofa and watched the fireplace. He heard footsteps coming into the room and he looked over his shoulder.
"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know anyone was here." An aged man stood in the doorway. Phil gestured with his hand for the old man to come in. The older man sat in a lounge chair across from Phil. "I am Gen fu, and you are?" Phil sat up to shake Gen Fu's hand.
"Phil Conners." Gen Fu smiled through his thick beard.
"Ah yes, you are the Canadian fellow."
That's it! I quit! If this guy starts I swear...
 "It is a pleasure to meet you, Phil. Tell me, what brings you to the tournament?" Phil was astonished, it looked like he was about to have a real, intelligent conversation.
"Well, the money definitely sounded good, but more so just to say I did it, you know? This tournament has so much prestige, the fact I'm even IN it is an honour, so that and the money... yeah..." Gen Fu nodded quietly.
"The money is good, I must admit." The old man sighed heavily. Phil looked at him.
"Why are you here, master Gen Fu?" Gen Fu chuckled lightly.
"Please, just Gen Fu will do. I am here to collect money for an operation my granddaughter needs. Every year I try, but I fail." Gen Fu lowered his head in shame. "Every year she gets weaker, I fear she can not stand to let me fail too much longer." Phil nodded, he envisioned a little china doll of a child, clearly very precious to this old man.
"That's rough, what's wrong with her? If you don't mind me asking." Gen Fu sighed again.
"It is a rare disease, doctors are not sure of what exactly it is, but they have found where it stems from, and if they can remove or repair those organs, she will live, she will grow up and become a beautiful young woman." Phil nodded quietly, the orange glow of the fireplace gleamed off his face. He took off his hat and placed it on the floor next to the sofa. He thought about the situation, envisioning himself as a parent or grandparent, looking at a precious child who's days were numbered. The thoughts made him choke a little, his ambitions seemed so worthless and shallow compared to this man's selfless and honourable act.
"I'll tell you what, if I win this tournament, tell me how much you need, I will do whatever I can to help." Gen Fu looked up in surprise.
"You would do that for me?" Phil nodded. "You are too kind, I thank you." Phil smirked.
"Hey, I'm Canadian, I'm supposed to be nice, remember?"
"Yo everybody, the partay has arrived!" A loud voice echoed through the lounge, Gen Fu rolled his eyes.
"Oh no, HIM." Phil recognized Zack's voice and decided to go be as social as he could be. He walked into the main room of the lounge, there stood Zack with Tina firmly on his arm.
"Yo it's the Canuck! I heard ya made it in." Zack made some strange arm gestures to Phil as he approached. "So I never did catch your name."
Man, I'M going to hate my name by the end of this. "Phil Conners." Zack grinned obnoxiously.
"Phil?" Phil nodded. "Phil?" Zack asked again, Phil gave a confused look. "Seriously yo, is that your real name? Phil?"
Shut up, honestly, shut up.
 "Damn yo I thought I had it rough, ah well you are from up North so we don't blame ya."
The hell is that supposed to mean? Zack pointed at Phil and got the attention of those in the room.
"Hey all y'all, this here be the new guy..."
This IS the new guy.
 "He came all the way from Canada, why don't everyone say hey to Phil here?" Everyone gave some lazy waves.
Seriously dude, I appreciate the gesture, but knock it off.
 "Yeah man we'll treat ya real good here, heh heh, no doot aboot it."
Oh that's it that is it!
 "Tell ya what homes, come on I'll buy ya a beer, better than that crap you guys have up there."
What?! Canadian beer is crap?! Game on! Phil nodded and smiled, then grabbed the back of Zack's head and stuck him in a headlock. Zack yelped in confusion as Phil grabbed Zack's polo shirt and pulled it over his head and filled him with some harmless right fists. Zack finally stood up straight, but Phil had both his arms tied in his shirt and gave him a few quick sucker punches, more just to humiliate him than hurt him. Soon Phil felt Bass' arms grab Phil and pull him away.
"Get off him!" Bass screamed as he placed Phil away from Zack. Bass stared down at Phil in a disciplining way. "You oughta know better." Phil looked down and nodded. "I wanted to get him!" Zack yelped and took off while Bass followed in hot pursuit. Tina looked at Phil in shock.
"What has gotten into you?!" she shrieked as she took off after Zack and Bass. Phil stood there and caught his breath.
Damn that felt good. He noticed the room staring at him in a silent shock, several mouths hung open.
"Outstanding!" a raspy voice shouted in approval. Phil looked towards the side room and saw Gen Fu standing there with his arm up in approval, the rest of the people in the room laughed and went back about their business. Phil saw Brad walk towards him, no stagger or anything. Brad patted his shoulder.
"Funny, I like, tonight I drink to you." Phil smiled politely while Brad walked out.

Phil finally has reached his boiling point, will he be more mellowed out now, or is this just the start of things to come? Plus, what will happen when he meets the rest of the DOA crew?