Yea… I had to start all over from yet ANOTHER floppy. Life sure does hate me. All my CDs are gone now, too. The first chapter of my new SC fic is gone, also. Anyway, I'm glad to be back writing and everything. As you guys know, I don't own DOA, and as of today I'm ending the song notation since it really doesn't even matter. Just know that I am he who surveys over his OCs, and ain't really even lookin' for fame like Thunder has, anymore. Let's do this. Oh Yea, I don't own that song, neither.

Two Years: Killer Queen (Hee hee… like the song…)

About thirty minutes after Cassius and Ayane ate, they came out of her apartment, already trying to plan the day between themselves. Cassius had suggested maybe going to a museum, or maybe taking in some sights around Japan and all. After all, he'd never been there. Ayane, on the other hand, wanted something either more exciting, or more romantic. Or a mixture. They'd probably do something she had in mind at night though. Not like that, you drooling gameboys. Either way they were planning for a day (and night) of adventure. We'll catch up a little later with them though, because haven't you wondered what Ramsie's doin' now? Well, I'll say it like this… it's really, really ghetto. Let's say it like this… His father actually came to deliver him a Mitsubishi Lancer that he'd wrecked doing something stupid. Correction… equally stupid to what he was doing right now. Since the last match didn't involve Lei Fang, she was sitting next to him in his Lancer, as he did really ignorant auto tricks out in the empty spaces he could find. He had loud 'ol school punk blaring out of his speakers as he worked the weight of the car, so he could shift it, pop the front off the ground, and hit a blasting wheelie that would sling a cloud of dust from where all the weight would slam in the back.

His friends from NY had come to see him, and yea, they liked the stunts he was doing. Lei Fang was scared out of her mind, though. She clutched onto his arm as he whipped a zero point donut, almost flipping them.

"This is some scary crap! Let me out!" Lei Fang whined as loud as she could.

Ramsie did as she said, not wanting to upset her anymore than he just did. She looked at him with an apologetic type of expression, as she got out slowly. He felt pretty bad after that, and stopped the car, getting out also. All the punks who had crowded around gave a slight aw, but decided that doing tricks themselves would be more fun. She turned to see him following her, head hung low, and all. She gave a soft smile, and pulled him into a loving embrace.

"It's good to see you respect your girlfriends' wishes." came Lei Fang's sweet voice to Ramsie's ears.

He looked up, and asked hopefully "You're serious, right?"

She just nodded and took his hand, as all his feelings of doubt washed down the drain. She led him into the arena, and found them some good seats in the stands, for the final fight of the day. Ramsie really wasn't paying attention by now, and really wasn't worried about where he was at. All that mattered was… Lei Fang would go out with him! Yay! New lease on life! The last fight however, was Jhon Quei against Bass. Not gonna end well, ya think? Yea, so do I.

As the fight began, Lei Fang shook Ramsie a little, trying to pull him out of his powerful daze and what not. Then she stomped his foot with those heels of hers. Ramsie let out a cry, which caught both the fighter's attention and the crowd's attention, too. She really didn't mean to stomp that hard. Honest. The guy in front of them had a look of worry on his face, as he watched Ramsie slowly tumble sideways, then he fell down the stands. The long, LONG stands. Lei Fang ran after him though, because she didn't mean it and she hoped he would be alright when he hit the bottom. She should start watching her strength, seriously. When she got there, he was battered and bruised up, and bleeding a bit, but he was just fine, really.

"Ouch. Mmm… what happened? All I remember is pain and weird distortion of placement." mumbled a pain-ridden Ramsie.

"I'm sorry Ramsie, I'm sooo sorry! You ok?" She propped him up against the stands, as she asked him, hoping to God he didn't fracture something.

"Lei Fang? Well, I'm fine if you're here. My foot just stings, and I have a little headache, that's all." he really undermined the damage, to tell you guys the truth.

On to the fight, my friends, as the match started with… a large abundance of trash talking. Yea, trash talking. Who started this? Bass, of course. Who else would you expect?

"Damn, such a small morsel of an opponent. One move, and he's done!" roared Bass, as he cracked his knuckles.

"Keep talkin' fat man. I'll swell your mouth shut." Snickered Jhon, with a quick comeback.

Then, booming from the audience, Ramsie yelled "Enough talking, get to beating each other's face!"

Jhon gave a big grin and began off, going for a quick kick to the shin, and a fast and powerful stinging kick in the face, but the second kick was caught, and he was hurled across the stage. He pulled himself up, not even knowing that being hurled like that could hurt so much. By the time he was on his feet, Bass was towering in back of him. Bass grasped the back on his neck, damn near ringing him to death from behind with his massive hands, and lifted him into a gorilla press, except he was facing upwards. He began to struggle and squirm, but he was smashed pretty quickly as he was smashed down onto the back of his head and neck, in a kind of… gorilla press bomb I guess you could name it. He shook a bit as he rested on the ground… GOOD GOD THAT HURTS! He was pulled up off the ground then he was hit with a short-arm clothesline and was knocked quickly onto the back of his head once more.

Jhon's vision was blurry but he still tripped him, and rolled onto him, beginning to elbow him over and over into his face. Bass was making half-grunt, half-howl sounds, 'til her caught an elbow and launched Jhon Quei off him. He rolled a bit, but regain himself, sliding back into a low, and slippery stance now. As Bass got up, he rushed in on him, zigging and zagging evading a kick and an arm club aim at him, and almost suddenly, he rocketed from his low-just-on-the-ground stance, to a flying shoulder right in his huge opponent's face. The crowd gave a high howl of excitement, as he landed behind Bass before he crashed into the ground. This stance, was called the Drop-D Animal. Bass clambered to his feet now, angry, and jumped on top of Jhon in his Drop-D Animal stance, which basically squished him to the floor. Then, in a chain combo, Bass had him 'round the waist, and hit one sit-out powerbomb, then rolled forward wrenching him, into a standing position, where he was still holding him, and finished it with a tigerbomb, which is basically an under hook powerbomb which hurts like crazy. As Jhon's head made a symphony of destruction (Heh… I named another song…) upon the ground, he was knocked out, cold, which is to be expected. Who knew something like that was going to happen to him, hmm?

Ramsie saw this all, and turned to Lei Fang, clutching to her, and whispering "That looked like he might be dead…"

Lei Fang tried to liven his spirits, as she hopefully said in his ear "He's strong, he shouldn't be dead… at the most, just a concussion… he can get through that…"

I know it sucks, but we'll check back in with them in a bit. Right now, we're going to the mall!

Everyone's homie Zack, and his fine honey Tina were out at the mall with Valencho, helping him find that special someone. Sounds easy, right? Not with Valencho. He has self-esteem issues, and is also picky, and scared of girls. So how are they going to find him a girl? I dunno, but I'll go find out. Zack and Tina had to drag him through the mall, as he was repeatedly whining and trying to escape. Utter childish behavior, really. It can't be helped, though. He's timid, in a way.

"Yo, c'mon! all them sexy girls be in here! You can't bitch out on me, 'aight?" Zack was trying to push him into this, since he didn't have the guts to do it himself.

Valencho mumbled out loud, to himself, though "We're probably going to leave very soon, 'cause we're probably all out, Zack. We'd be lucky if we could stay here with you."

Zack said coolly, and smoothly "Well, if you get a girl's number, you can at least keep in touch, right?"

Tina was done with dragging him. She lifted him, into a gorilla press slam position, and just began to walk through the mall with him like that. He could help but cry out for help from Zack. He was afraid of heights, even if it were only a few feet off the ground. She put him down and he staggered over to a bench taking a seat. He was trying to get his breath back. Then, a platinum haired beauty took a seat beside him, and he really didn't notice, and neither did she notice him. She had her face dug into a quite lovely book. He had turned to the side to squat on the bench and breath deeper, so he got into the proper sitting position, and noticed her. His heart jumped, and raced, and he gave a blabbering gasp, to which he almost choked himself. 'That's the assassin chick…' ran through his mind… 'she's gonna fuckin' kill me!'

She truly did not notice him, though. She was just reading her book. Valencho noticed this, and leaned over, trying to sneak a peak at her book, wondering what kind it was. He began to read it, and snicker a little, because he did have quite some bravado, and bravado and romance don't mix as nicely as you'd think. The book went like this…

"I really don't think this will solve anything, Elizabeth… just put the gun down…" said Broderick as he moved towards her desperately.

"Stay back! You don't care about me… you just want to have me like a piece of property… but you're not putting a hand on Greg…" she roa-

That's about as far as he got before he had a blade-like hand put to his throat. He gulped a little, and looked up at her, and she was STILL reading her book. Then she slowly turned to him, as the sun came out from behind the clouds, and shone through the spotlight. Her full beauty was in show, though she was still looking very coldly at him as she came around. He went to say something but he immediately stopped him in mid sentence with a cold, biting tone.

"Whoever you are, and whoever sent you… forget about me, right now, or you'll be having a little trouble breathing."

He slowly slid back, but his mouth was running rapidly "I'm sorry, I'm sooo sorry… I'm not a hitman or anything, I'm just some punk kid that was interested in what you were reading… please don't kill me…"

She didn't move her hand an inch from his neck, but she gave an eerie, yet curious smile, and asked in a high but haunting voice "Oh… you were, hmm… I'm guessing you were thinking about speaking to me?"

End Ch. 8

Yes, yes he was. Will our love-deficient protagonist get out of this situation alive? Or will he get a hole in his neck without taking a single puff on a cigarette? I'll tell you in the next chapter, ok? You bring the pizza, 'ill bring the sodas, guys… Well, peace, this is Licking Pennies, out.