(Notes: Hey, there. This is the chapter explainging how Brad became a serial killer, seeking out revenge toward the people on DOA. If you played 1-3, that would be great; you would know what I'm talking about. If you didn't, then just try to imagine the scene.
This chapter is nothing compared to the next chapters.
And, man. Brad Wong is cool.
Reviews are very very welcomed.)

THE LEGENDARY DRINK Chapter 1:
Give me a drink, cherryblossom

"Bring me the legendary drink...it is called 'Genra'..."

Brad Wong remembered his master saying that a few years ago as he stared at the empty drink.

He found the strong smelling drink after he beat Genra at the firey place he was in. (Refer to Dead or Alive 3 boss stage.)

He still didn't care about where he was.

He just roamed anyway, but before he went to leave, he saw a bottle strapped onto Genra's leg.
He took it and thought, "Free beer."

He sat on the closest thing availible...a tree stump.

He popped the cork off...

He tilted his head back...

and he drank the drink in big gulps.
When he finished the whole bottle, he shook it and the last few droplets of the liquor sprinkled onto his tongue.

It was a good beer. That probably wasn't the legendary drink...

The legendary drink was said to have a psychede---

Wait a moment. He felt his stomache grumble as if he ate too much of those foreign burritos from the place called AMERICA...

"AGGHHHH!!!!" He felt a shock go straight through him, like how Jann Lee punched him three days ago.
He felt his head go light and fell backwards off the stump and onto the grass, closing his eyes on contact to the soft blanket of green.

He smiled in his psychedelic trip.
He heard some traditional Chinese music playing really fast as he stood infront of an angry cherryblossom. It was yelling something to him in a strange language.

One

Two

Three punches to his face.

The cherryblossom stood above him in triumph as he fell to the ground. It continued yelling at him in that language...

"Ah-swu-wee-yuuuu!!!! Anka-na-swu-yahhhhh!!!!"

It waved it's gigantic leave boxing gloves at him in an exaggerated threat.
"Ha-swa-nah hahahahhaaa!!!!!!!!!"

Brad looked at the flower in a drunk, astonished daze.
"What the hell?"

The flower started kicking him with it's roots, making dust get on his pants.

"Get the hell off of me!!!"

The cherryblossom seemed to start speeding up, like someone pressed the fastfoward button.

The flower continued bullying the drunken Brad who was laying on the ground, blocking his face from the kicks.

Soon it seemed that everything in his sight went small like he backed away real quick from it.

It all fit into a small screen.
It turned into an envelope and was stamped on with an Mexican stamp.

The envelope started spinning and went further from view with a sumo's voice in the background.
"SUUUUUUUUU!!!!!"

BWAAAHHHHHH~ a ziljidan cymbal rang out loudly as the envelope spun back quickly to normal view and the envelope opens up to where the last scene was.

The cherryblossom was still kicking him and the background started to melt and reveal a rainbow setting...and then all turned to darkness.

Brad found out why it was dark.
He opened his eyes and saw he was still laying down with his legs in the air from when he fell on the tree stump.

He sat up and looked around....to hear...

"Mat-stwenyu-so-bo-ba-ba-ah, hahahahah!!!!"