Mmm… I'm not in good spirits right now, but I'm so excited, because we're coming up on the action. Oh yea, I don't own DOA or the music I note. I do own my original characters and stuff like that, though. Well, here's to wishing the best, alright?

Two Years: Get up.

Queen

Bohemian Rhapsody

(Multi-soundtracks)

Well, they trained through the whole week, ending up not being able to move, but getting two days to rest. Plenty of time for those street punks, in fact. Ramsie felt so good, that in fact, he was trying to bake cookies for Lei Fang. His excuse was he needed energy after all the working out that week though. Not too good of an excuse, huh? Least to say, after about 15 tries, his cookies came out presentable. Ok, actually, they were pretty good by then. He did want them the best he could make, in fact. This did cause some trouble, though. Here's what the trouble was. Ramsie came back in the kitchen after going to go cool off, just to see that his cookies were gone!

"What the flyin' fuck? Where did my fuckin' cookies go?" he shouted throughout the house.

Gigs and Cassius, who had split them, tried their best to hide them before he stepped foot in the room, but they were a bit too late.

"You bastards! Get off my damn cookies!" he jumped on the both of them, and began trying to inflict as much pain upon them as he could. Which really wasn't that hard, since they were sore.

Gigs squirmed as he explained "I took 'em for Helena! Get off, please!" he was pretty much trapped in a noogie.

Cassius was in one too, but slipped out, laughing "I'm gonna throw these things at Ayane. She told me I'd wish I hadn't done anything if I ever messed with her. Plus I'm a little hungry."

Ramsie cried out "C'mon now! They're good cookies! Don't throw them at some lady!"

Cassius said flatly "It's the purple haired ninja you saw when we got there."

"Keep 'em then, you asses…" Ramsie sighed, as he went back into the kitchen to make another batch.

(3 hours, and 27 more attempts)

The day was over, everyone was full off of halfway decent cookies they were coaxed to try, and Ramsie was dancing around with the perfect pan of cookies in his hands. Of course, once they were done, it was pretty much time to go to sleep. It was 9:47 when starting trying again, you see. Either way, the guys went and got some sleep, because… HEY! It's tournament time tomorrow. I can't wait, and I bet you can't either. So let's get there, already!

(The next day.)

Kiss

I Wanna Rock N' Roll All Night

(Multi-soundtracks)

Valencho and Jhon Quei met the rest of the boys after a long night of 'partying the stress away'. They came up, half-sleep, but fully tired. Heh. Ramsie couldn't help but give them odd looks, but they threw back tired versions of the same look, because he was holding a pan of cookies.

"Shut up! I see that look! These are… for Lei Fang…" he quieted at the end of his sentence, as his bangs covered up the shy look in his eyes. He had gotten his hair spiked just right too, which he decided to wear permanently. The bulk of it, was spiked back in an S-bend, while the front was gelled into loose spikes.

Valencho said coolly "Nice hair. Lemme have a cookie."

Ramsie snatched them back, and snapped irritably "Damn it man, no! These are for lei Fang!" then he froze, as everybody stopped to look at him.

Lei Fang came over when she heard her name, and said "Did you call? Hmm…" she looked down, and said "Cookies. I didn't know you baked."

He giggled a little, which won him very weird looks from his friends, and explained "I made these cookies for you… Lei Fang… remember me? I'm Ramsie."

She laughed softly as she received the cookies, telling him "You never did tell me your name, last time. Well thank you. I like your hair."

Jann Lee saw the cookies, and grabbed one, as he walked by, growling "I bet these aren't even that good." Then he bit into it. Truth was, it was delicious. That made him angrier.

Then the brackets were drawn up, and Ramsie had his wish, as he ran up, and stared at it. Him. Jann Lee. Directly first. Against each other. His mouth gaped open, as Jann Lee wisped by, going off to location already, sneering menacingly. It was whooping time for somebody, alright. About ten minutes later, a slightly shaken, but brave little Ramsie stood in front of the big, bad Jann.

Disturbed

Down with the sickness

The Sickness

"A-alright… let's get this started." stuttered Ramsie.

"Yes, lets'." snickered Jann Lee.

Jann came forward, trying to kick up Ramsie's leg, but Ramsie jumped to the side and kicked him in his ribs. Unsurprisingly, Jann Lee didn't move an inch, nor show pain. Ramsie did though, holding his shin, and then being kicked off his foot, as Jann Lee kicked his other leg from under him. Ramsie slammed into the floor, but rolled backward to stand back up, avoiding being kicked in the ribs. Now, Jann really went on the offensive. All at once, in the blinking of an eye, Ramsie felt a wave of punches roll over his body, but he caught one, pulled it down, and kneed upwards. Now he could see again, and noticed that the knee he had done through instinct, got Jann Lee in the nose. He wasn't downed though, just a little bit dazed.

Ramsie decided to capitalize on this slight daze, as he came forward with a powerful haymaker, into Jann Lee's right hand. Normally this wouldn't hurt, but the right hand was pressed against his nose to check for blood. This actually did knock Jann Lee to the ground, and slid him back, as a stream of blood flew through the air from his nose. Ramsie tried to follow up by diving on him, but was stopped by a foot to the gut. Ramsie was down now, and Jann was getting up. Jann now quickly kicked Ramsie in his head before he could get up. When Ramsie did get up, he got two back fists to the stomach, and the one powerful one to the face.

He slammed into a wall, but jumped off, unknowingly also jumping into a flying dragon kick. He was pretty much finito.

Jann Lee stood over Ramsie, scoffing "Cookies… please. You'll NEVER be up to par with me. Get up, so I can stomp you again."

Gigs came in to help him up, sighing "You aight' Ramsie? At least you got like, one good punch off in him."

A little moan came from Ramsie, as he was set beside Cassius, who was waiting with Jhon Quei for his fight with Brad Wong. Yes, he was throwing cookies at Ayane, which was receiving shuriken flying their way every once in a while.

"Heh, missed me again, and again!" laughed Cassius as he dodged two shuriken, and threw three cookies back, missing two out of three.

Ramsie actually began to start feeling better after about five minutes, to which he grumbled "Damn it, I'm getting sick of those things whizzing over here."

He pulled up Cassius and dragged him over to Ayane, roaring "Take him off my hands! He's been throwing cookies at you this whole time!"

As he walked away, there was a gaggle of fighters laughing at Cassius being beaten into the ground with cookies in his hands. When he went back to go sit down, there was a sarcastic flashing where Jhon Quei had been, noting that he'd left.

"Arrrgghh… now I'm sittin' here all alone." sneered Ramsie.

Deep Banana Blackout

Raspberry

Feel The Peel

He turned to see Jhon Quei's fight, seeing Jhon deliver a few good punches to Brad Wong's face, and finishing up his combo with a straight firemen's kick to the chest. Brad rolled backwards like and animal but sprung out of it, and did and odd slumping dodge past Jhon's Buddhist palm and giving him a swift knee to the stomach, then climbing up on his back, and just solely falling on top of him. Brad rolled off quickly, and jumped on him again.

The second time, Jhon got him off his back, by doing a quick pushup, and then he hopped off the ground. He quickly tackled Brad, making sure his shoulder was under his chin, for when they impacted the ground. The pain felt like a knife stabbing through Brad's neck, as Jhon hopped up and then pulled him off the ground. Brad was a little shaky, leaving him open to a under over double barrel shot. Brad flew back, but got shabbily to his feet only to be knocked down by the very Buddhist palm his tried first time. Brad really couldn't see now. Or get up. Believe me, Buddhist palms hurt like hell.

He huffed a little as he came back to the guys, coughing "That guy was weird! He reeked, too!"

Valencho, who had fought Leon and lost, snickered "Well, ya' found a perfect match, kid."

Cassius came by, dinged up, and patched up by the medics "I don't even think I'm fighting…"

Gigs, who was preparing to fight Christie, looked over, and asked him jaggedly "Why th' hell not?"

Cassius sighed "Ayane beat the living shit out of me… I hurt all over…"

As they all stood, Gigs warming up, Ayane passed, and jumped at Cassius scaring him out of his wits. As she passed, she threw Gigs a note, grumbling "Give him that note once I'm outta sight… oh, and…" she turned and threw a shuriken in Cassius's ass.

"DAMN! OWWW! Oh shit!" was all that Cassius could scream.

He gently pulled it out his butt cheek while she was leaving, and yelled at her "Get back here, and face me, cookie to shuriken!"

Gigs handed Cassius the note, to which Cassius gave it a very weird look. He opened it, and it said 'Look, brat. You're so persistent, but you got a lot of heart. And you're actually kinda cute. In a babyish sort of way. My number is on the back. Call me, you little cookie-hurling bitch.' Then there was a little chibi her beside her number.

"Hmm. Fine, just as long as she doesn't try any crazy shit." Cassius commented in a low grunt.

Gigs began into the fighting area, ready to face Christie. He knew it wouldn't be an easy fight. Not at all. She's a lot faster than him, not to mention she could easily kill him. He stepped in, with a hard sigh, and a realization of danger. Though he didn't back down. Leaders don't back down.

End of Ch. 3

Well, that's Chapter 3. I really like this one. I really like the music notation on this one. I love cookies, how 'bout you? Anyway, expect chapter 4 pretty soon, but not TOO soon. I just hope you enjoyed this.