DOA VOLLEYBALL CHAMPIONSHIP
by You Are Such a Critic
Just wanted you to know that I don't own ANY of these characters. These characters all belong to TECMO.
In order to enjoy the story to the fullest, you must have:
SENSE of HUMOR
RESPECT for WOMEN wearing BIKINIS. That would basically mean you won't be calling them SLUTS or anything affiliated to a DIRTY FEMALE.
KNOWLEDGE of the SPORT known as VOLLEYBALL.
KNOWLEDGE of the GAME known as DEAD OR ALIVE / DEAD OR ALIVE XTREME BEACH VOLLEYBALL. It's preferable that you have RESPECT for it too. But anyway. =)
You don't really have to hit all of that, just so you know. I just wanted to put this kind of stuff in because I wanted to make it look nice with my 's. Anyway...
Hope you enjoy my fanfic!
"YESSSSSSSSSS! WE SO OWN!" Hitomi yelped as she gazed at the XBV (Xtreme Beach Volleyball) Roster Board. Apparently, Hitomi and Lei Fang had beaten at all three female teams of Zack Island and they were heading their way for the Championship match against Tina and Christy.
"Dude. This is like, big." Hitomi said as she squirmed around.
"Don't get TOO excited, Hitomi. I mean, we're going up against the big girls of this tournament." Lei Fang said hesitantly.
"Tina and Christy? Oh please. Can you say FLUNK OUTS? Tina needs money so she got her dad to let her into the federation. Christy needs MORE money so she goes off killing everybody. What bad can they do to us anyway?" Hitomi asked. She rolled her eyes casually as well.
"They WON all their matches with killer scores," Lei Fang said. "No one could block their spikes. Plus they always have a 75% chance of hitting a perfect ace. 15% of the time, when the ball is recieved, it doesn't make it across the net. 10% of the time..."
"OKAY! I GET THE PICTURE!" Hitomi yelled. "Geez, you need to stop thinking about ratios and start thinking about the match coming up later." Hitomi began to walk off.
"It's called percentage rate." Lei Fang soon followed.
Lounging in the cafeteria of the grand Zack Hotel was Christy and Tina. A piano player serenaded the ears of Christy. Tina, however, isn't enthralled by it at all.
"How boring. Where the HELL is the fun in a piano?" Tina whined.
"Tina, you must find your inner nirvana. You must release all your negative energy and you must find a common peace..."
"BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH...You know what? Forget that." Tina stood up and looked at the piano player. "SPEED IT UP, WILL YA?"
"But Madam, this is a masterpeice by Beethoven. Nothing can compare to the extreme beautiness of..."
"SPEED IT UP!"
The piano player pointed to the sign nearby. It read:
'I HAVE THE RIGHT TO REFUSE TO PLAY FOR ANYONE'
He arched his brow at Tina and gave her a "HA-HA" face. However, it wasn't until seconds later that he was superplexed from the coffee table and into the grand black piano.
"Asshole," she grumbled. "C'mon Christy! Let's get ready for that match."
"Heh. First you massacre volleyball teams and now you get the piano player. Is there not at least one section of your body where there is still peace?"
"Darlin, I left my peace when my belt was stripped from my hands and into the waist of Darlene De Fabio. Now c'mon!"
Christy then followed.
by You Are Such a Critic
Just wanted you to know that I don't own ANY of these characters. These characters all belong to TECMO.
In order to enjoy the story to the fullest, you must have:
SENSE of HUMOR
RESPECT for WOMEN wearing BIKINIS. That would basically mean you won't be calling them SLUTS or anything affiliated to a DIRTY FEMALE.
KNOWLEDGE of the SPORT known as VOLLEYBALL.
KNOWLEDGE of the GAME known as DEAD OR ALIVE / DEAD OR ALIVE XTREME BEACH VOLLEYBALL. It's preferable that you have RESPECT for it too. But anyway. =)
You don't really have to hit all of that, just so you know. I just wanted to put this kind of stuff in because I wanted to make it look nice with my 's. Anyway...
Hope you enjoy my fanfic!
"YESSSSSSSSSS! WE SO OWN!" Hitomi yelped as she gazed at the XBV (Xtreme Beach Volleyball) Roster Board. Apparently, Hitomi and Lei Fang had beaten at all three female teams of Zack Island and they were heading their way for the Championship match against Tina and Christy.
"Dude. This is like, big." Hitomi said as she squirmed around.
"Don't get TOO excited, Hitomi. I mean, we're going up against the big girls of this tournament." Lei Fang said hesitantly.
"Tina and Christy? Oh please. Can you say FLUNK OUTS? Tina needs money so she got her dad to let her into the federation. Christy needs MORE money so she goes off killing everybody. What bad can they do to us anyway?" Hitomi asked. She rolled her eyes casually as well.
"They WON all their matches with killer scores," Lei Fang said. "No one could block their spikes. Plus they always have a 75% chance of hitting a perfect ace. 15% of the time, when the ball is recieved, it doesn't make it across the net. 10% of the time..."
"OKAY! I GET THE PICTURE!" Hitomi yelled. "Geez, you need to stop thinking about ratios and start thinking about the match coming up later." Hitomi began to walk off.
"It's called percentage rate." Lei Fang soon followed.
Lounging in the cafeteria of the grand Zack Hotel was Christy and Tina. A piano player serenaded the ears of Christy. Tina, however, isn't enthralled by it at all.
"How boring. Where the HELL is the fun in a piano?" Tina whined.
"Tina, you must find your inner nirvana. You must release all your negative energy and you must find a common peace..."
"BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH...You know what? Forget that." Tina stood up and looked at the piano player. "SPEED IT UP, WILL YA?"
"But Madam, this is a masterpeice by Beethoven. Nothing can compare to the extreme beautiness of..."
"SPEED IT UP!"
The piano player pointed to the sign nearby. It read:
'I HAVE THE RIGHT TO REFUSE TO PLAY FOR ANYONE'
He arched his brow at Tina and gave her a "HA-HA" face. However, it wasn't until seconds later that he was superplexed from the coffee table and into the grand black piano.
"Asshole," she grumbled. "C'mon Christy! Let's get ready for that match."
"Heh. First you massacre volleyball teams and now you get the piano player. Is there not at least one section of your body where there is still peace?"
"Darlin, I left my peace when my belt was stripped from my hands and into the waist of Darlene De Fabio. Now c'mon!"
Christy then followed.