Hmmm, another chapter. This is number 4, and yea, it'll be a pretty good one. As you know, I don't own DOA or the music that I note, and I apologize to Little Richard. Though I do own my own characters and writing influence. Let me just finish this sentence, and we'll get underway.

Two Years: We Stick Together

Emanuel

The Hey Man!

Soundtrack to a Head rush

Gigs stared at Christie from across the way, and when they met in the middle, she gave a long sigh of aggravation, slapping a note in his hands…

"That's from Helena. So, am I going to have to kill you, or will you learn to roll over and die beforehand?" she said lowly.

He gave a slight snicker as he slipped the note in his pocket, and boasted "I'm not gonna go down that easy, lady."

The fight got underway, Christie being her usually pokey self, poking Gigs here and there, until he grabbed one, and gave three swift jabs to her stomach and face, as his counter. She stumbled backwards, and he gave her a stiff elbow, crashing her to the ground. She got up quickly, and poked him some more, then gave a solid kick, stumbling him back, and she poked him square in the neck, dropping him to the ground. He began to gag a bit, then, he jumped up, again.

As soon as he did, she pulled him into yet another jiggered jab to the throat once more, as he was kind of finding it hard to breathe. She went for another, but he countered very smart, wrapping his arm around hers, locking her in. Once she was locked in, he jabbed her in the face twice, twisted the grasp, and stuck his foot on her stomach, pulling back, fiercely. A nasty crack could be heard, as it was an odd, and painful dislocation. She fell, and he decided to end it, with an elbow drop to her neck this time. (Yes, that hurts like crazy. It happened to me, and it took my neck two months to heal.)

He stumbled out of the area a bit, coughing, and said "Wow, the hell? That hurt like a mother fuck! She stabbed me in the neck! Twice!"

Ramsie said slowly "At least you won. So, open up that note, will you. I wanna read it. I know you gave Helena those cookies already, huh? While I was fighting, right?"

"Fine, but you gotta come over and read for yourself. This is private after all." whispered an anxious Gigs.

The note said as followed: Dear Gigs. Hey, how's it going? If you advanced why don't you meet me over at that nice Italian place, ok? I forget the name, but it's the only one here, so... yea.Good luck against Christie. Tell me how it went. Oh, and thanks for the cookies.

AC/DC

Heatseeker

(Multi-Soundtrack)

Well, now that the whole group had went through it's paces, only two people had won. The other three were expected to leave, but when asked to leave, all they had to say was that they stick together. From the steely look on their faces when they said it, the manager really didn't want to try and change that outcome. Ramsie and Cassius had a room, as well as Gigs and Valencho. Jhon Quei had one all to himself, though he hung out with the rest of them, who in turn, all hung out at Gigs' place. Even Zack was there. You best believe Zack is there.

"Yo, you kids got it poppin' today! Don't worry 'bout da losses, you left an impact on dem suckas." explained Zack, more proud of his boys then ever.

"Yea, but I'm comin' back next year. I can't believe I was slapped down so easily by some big Asian that sounds like Diana Ross." grumbled Ramsie

Zack couldn't help but snicker at that remark "Aight, so who's else is comin' back next year?"

Ramsie, Cassius and Gigs raised their hands. Valencho really didn't want back in, while Jhon Quei would rather just help his friends develop styles. After all, he's the only one who knew any type of move at all, really. He could see determination strong in Ramsie's eyes, though. They burned brightly, and with defiance. He couldn't help but give a small grin to this testament of will power.

After some games, lots of pizza, a five-on-one freestyle battle with Zack (To which the boys lost…), and some stories and teasing about concepts of the tournament and girls who had noticed them, they went to bed, spreading out to their allotted rooms for the night. Ramsie was awake in bed as he stared at the ceiling… He really couldn't get over his inexperience and lack of skill. Although he did keep a cookie for himself. He tasted it for himself, which put a nice smile on his face.

Guns n' Roses

Paradise City

(Multi-Soundtracks)

The whole gang woke up early that morning, to go get breakfast at a delightful café. Now, Gigs was supposed to meet Helena over at 'that nice Italian place' later on in the evening, but they ended up meeting there, instead. His groggy face brightened as soon as he saw her, in fact.

Ramsie watched as he wavered away from the table, after Helena, to which he responded "Hey, don't blow it, man. I ain't never see you act so freakin' weird 'til you started with her. Don't do nothin' stupid!"

Gigs gave the type of nod that when it was gave, you really couldn't tell if he was listening or not. He sat down across from her, with a light blush on his face, and his hands folded…

"So, Helena... did you have a first bracket fight?" was his pretty much best question he had right now.

She replied smoothly, unknowingly making her words melt him to her every whim "No, but I heard you and Christie did. Congrats. I'm surprised you beat her… she's quite an opponent."

The waiter came as they began talking about different music types, impatiently waiting for them to notice him. Once they did, Gigs ordered Belgian waffles, and Helena ordered a very light breakfast of an English muffin, orange juice, jam, and a grapefruit. That's pretty much a breakfast I wouldn't eat, but y'know…

He poured some syrup on his Belgian waffle, and began to cut it up, asking "The way opera sounds to me, it sounds like it's some really hard work… I already know I couldn't sing like that…"

She smiled, and told him quaintly "Yes, it's quite a deal of work, but in the long run it's worth it. Besides, it's a nice way of appreciating the finer things in life…"

He sighed deeply, before taking in some waffle "Yea… I wish I could even touch the finer things in life…"

She put her hand over his, and asked him softly "Well, why haven't you? Where are you from? I mean, I really haven't heard much about you…"

The Ramones

Commando

(Multi-Soundtracks)

As he went on, telling where he was from and why he's never had luxury, an unexpected guest came and sat at Ramsie an' dem's table. As our guest sat down, all eyes turned towards him, and a few laughs went 'round the table. Zack was the first one to blow our guests cover to you guys.

"Heh, 'eh, 'sup Diana? What brings you to our table, huh?" snickered Zack, really not being able to keep a straight face.

Jann Lee grumbled a little "My name is NOT Diana. It's Jann."

That got even more laughs, because that made it sound worse, if you really think about it. Either way, our Diana Ross turned directly towards Ramsie, with a straight look on his face.

"Kid, what was the recipe for those cookies?" asked Jann Lee in a hushed manor.

The guys at the table howled with laughter, including Ramsie. So what he got stomped by the guy sitting in front of him, it was still insanely funny to hear him ask about a cookie recipe.

Valencho laughed across the café "Hey, Diana wants to learn to bake some cookies!"

Jann Lee growled, and sunk his head, grumbling "Look, I'll ask once more… what's the recipe to the damn cookies?"

Ramsie snickered arrogantly "I wouldn't tell you even if I was a quadriplegic with no ass and half a jaw so I couldn't bake."

Jann Lee would've jumped into action on all of them, but hey… he was still in the tournament, and couldn't fight outside except for in self-defense. He decided to let the cookies go, and try an learn more about these street punks, just incase he had to beat ALL of them up.

He sat up, obviously a tense type of guy, asking curiously "So… Ramsie… what made you want to join the tournament, in the first place? I know it couldn't have been all me…"

Ramsie grinned a little, reassuring him "No, it wasn't all you. I came in so I could talk to Lei Fang… then that's when you got in my mind too. With your smugness and your cocky ass attitude."

Jann tended to leave that alone, sighing "Well, I feel sorry for you, though. You really want to get a second shot at me, don't you?"

Ramsie jumped out his chair "Damn right I do! I wanna fuck you up, man!"

Jann grinned, and said coolly "Maybe we'll cross paths before next years' tournament. You never know. Peace, Ramsie."

"Yea, peace to you too, you bad fuckin' imitation of Little Richard." growled Ramsie, in a downbeat of suppressed anger.

Finch

Ink

Say Hello To Sunshine

The way the rest of the tournament would go is, after first bracket is second, thenthe two brackets against each other,then semis, then finals, blah blah. Basically Gigs and Jhon Quei had some time to burn. Quite a bit. 'Cause now it was time for the SECOND batch of new comers to try and get in. So, now basically, what does this leave them to do? Very very stupid pranks, tricks, and other types of things. Oh yea.

Gigs had remembered that they had quite a lot of money with them, from what Zack gave them, so the basically went and bought some skateboards, which didn't really even dent the money. Now that they had their boards, they pointed their juvenile attentions over at the nice mall there. I mean, hey, is it everyday you get chased by Japanese cops? Actual physically FIT Japanese cops? It'd be quite a challenge and a pleasure at the same time. But you'll have to wait. Yup, wait until next chapter.

Nahhh, I wouldn't do that to you. They drew up a nice little plan, deciding to bust in through three different entrances to make a triangle formation. Once they do that, they gather some cops, and split up to go for speeding trick sessions, while losing them. Once each two guys ('cept for Gigs, he was the odd man, and leader) get rid of their cop, they'll meet in underground parking, and hoof it out of there. Sound good, huh? Well, once they all did drop in, each two guys and Gigs had at least 4 cops each on them. Gigs had easily lost his, doing a 50/50 down the escalator and skating through a toy shop. Easy. Ramsie had to save Jhon with some guerrilla warfare tactics. I.E. shooting paintballs at them out of the thick plastic shrubs they have…

Valencho was handling the cops with ease, because hey, he's a natural boarder. Cassius on the other hand was almost caught on numerous occasions. He wasn't caught, though. All in all, they made it out, and began brainstorming what else awfully stupid feats they would do. We will find out next chapter, ok? Calm down… goooood…

End of Ch. 4

This sure is fun! And coming along nice, may I add? Well, I can't even wait 'til the next chapter. I also wish I knew how to scream like Little Richard. Hmmm, hope you'll show up for the next chapter, and remember, paintball is fun.