Well, I had to start all over. This is why all of my fics were delayed, including this new one. Stupid formatting. I do not own DOA or anything like that, just my characters and fic. Now, I might be doing something new. Music notation. Now, if you guys know what particular album some songs are from, tell me. Suggest music too, if you want. Just so you know, this is part of a three part series. Well, enough of me, blabbing on.

Two Years: Legend Of Hells' Kitchen

The Ramones

Blitzkrieg Bop

Well, welcome to Hells' Kitchen. This is where are story starts off, a rundown place, where fire and crime is common, and good shelter is kinda hard to find. Unless you're a lawyer. (Ehem…). So, we catch up with five youths, who are hanging out at the dirty, ragged playground outside of their apartments. One was sitting on a well over-primed set of monkey bars, patting his leather jacket up and down. His shoulder length brown hair blew in the wind, as he cursed harshly, and pulled up his studded collar…

"Shit, where the hell're my smokes?" growled Ramsie, as he reached into his pockets looking around for them.

Then he looked over at the one on the merry go round, and then to the two pitching pennies against the apartment building. He was about to yell at one of them, as Gigs, the leader of the group of them, came over to him. He had long black hair, and a very defined face around the cheek area.

"Ramsie, calm down, will ya? We're actually trying to break you from the things." He commented, as he was eating a bag of chips. He waved over the rest of the guys, and waited for them.

He then announced "Don't complain, Ramsie. 2nd in command, Valencho will explain why you've been restricted from smoking."

The long blonde haired Valencho, putting on his usually façade of gusto and confidence, spoke "Well, Ramsie, you're important to us. You are the strongest out of all of us, and you would make a great leader if you were smarter. You can't start to wheeze during a fight, understand?"

While this explanation was going on, a cell phone began to ring… the tallest one of them, named Cassius, opened it up, and questioned "Who this?"

"Hey, 'sup? Where yaw at?" came Zack's voice from over the phone.

One guy, named Jhon Quei, spoke into the phone "You still owe me fifty bucks!"

Zack desperately countered that comment with "Hey, yo, come down to Brooklyn, man. We gonna party through the whole night. I'm tellin' ya, the honeys be fine tonight. I got into a whole buncha' money, so don't even sweat dat, Johnny." (I know, I do a horrible Zack.)

Ramsie growled angrily "We better get going. You guys're gonna make this up to me. I so need a fuckin' cig."

Avenged Sevenfold

Bat Country

City Of Evil

The boys began their trek to Brooklyn, hopping on the bus, and after a good two or three hours, they were in Brooklyn. Cassius, being the voice of reason, and the one peaceful one among them, he decided to do the talking, and asking of directions.

"Hey Zack, uhh… where are you?" asked Cassius, after a confused spell.

"Right behind you guys." Laughed Zack, as he smacked Cassius in the back of the head.

Ramsie exclaimed testily "The hell're you doing popping up outta nowhere on us for?"

Zack just answered "'Cause I'm you guys' mentor. Now, let's go make even more money."

The guys began to step through Brooklyn as if they owned it, Zack in front of them 'cause he's the best fighter there. They were headed for a in-house gambling racket, when Cassius branched off of the rest of them, and headed into a curio shop. He had this habit of ever time there was a curio shop in the vicinity, he had to buy a figurine from it. He went in, looking at how neat and clean it was in the shop… now the one thing he was always searching for, was an extremely detail Buddhist monk in meditation.

The Ramones

Rock N' Roll High School

He slowly made his way to the counter, and tapped on it gently to get the owner's attention. "S'cuse me… sir…"

The curator stood out of his chair, and said calmly "My name is Ryu. Ryu Hayabusa. What are you looking for?" said the brunette head of the store.

"Well, I'm looking for a figurine of a Buddhist monk meditating. Do you have that?"

Ryu waved for him to follow him, and he took him over to the Chinese history section of the store. He began looking through shelves and shelves of figurines, until yes, he found the one figurine. It was extremely detailed, right down to the monk's muscular build. Cassius was in great spirits now, as he followed Ryu to the counter to go pay for it. Once he got to the counter, he saw a flyer on the counter…

"Mr. Hayabusa, what's this?" asked Cassius, in a curious downbeat. He looked at the strange flyer not knowing what to really think of it.

Ryu looked at it himself, and said as if it were just some mundane item "Oh, it's a flyer for the Dead Or Alive tournament. I don't know if you really want to enter that…"

That actually flustered him for once, as he asked in a defiant breath "And why wouldn't I?"

Ryu gave him a serious, frightening look, and went on in a cold tone, different from the first time "For one thing, you're young, you have your whole life in front of you. Another thing, I really don't think you want to fight me…"

Cassius took that as a challenge "Look, so you're older, stronger, and more experienced, I'm still not back down. Me and my friends are going to enter this thing, and I can assure you that. Anyway… thanks for the figurine. See ya, Mr. Hayabusa."

With that, he left, and caught up with the others. They had won mad money, Jhon Quei being the one who won the most. Call girls were sitting on his lap and playing in his shoulder length jelled hair, while he beat many people, including Leon, who was looking very frustrated.

Motorhead

Ace Of Spades

"Zack, you damn chicken shit. Why'd you get me started gambling. Dig your own fucking grave, and leave me out of it." rumbled Leon, as he chalked up another reason to try to kill Zack.

Cassius came right up to Gigs, and handed him the flyer, saying seriously "Let's enter this Gigs. All of us. I have a feeling it'll help us. At least one of us."

Valencho rashly commented "Please, you probably just want in for to fight somebody. Besides, we're street fighters, not martial artists. What can we do?"

Ramsie was liking this idea, the more and more that he heard of it… he could stand for fighting some new people instead of the run of the mill street fights he has. He stood up from his chair and spoke loudly, and clear to Gigs.

"I agree. We should enter. Don't you want to broaden your horizons, or some whack bull like that? C'mon. Besides, we ain't gonna step down like little bitches, are we?"

Zack snatched the flyer out of Gigs hands and examined it, sighing tiredly "Well, join if you want. It's all up to you. If you do, you'll also be meeting me in there, yo."

Jhon Quei called up from the table, fondling the girls as he spoke "Alright then, in we go, guys."

Ramsie added lastly "Hell yea. Time to seriously beat ass."

End of Ch.1

Damn, don't tell me hard work don't pay off. I thought this would take me a while, but I guess writing in this style helps me finish much faster. I did this chapter in one day! Well, it's getting off to a slow start, I know, but once it gets going, it really gets going. Either way, stay tuned, and yes, I do need some music suggestions. Peace!

Da Fuzz '05