(A large crowd fills the stadium as the audience watches the massive wrestling ring in the center, with news helicopters flying over to get a view of the show. In the ring sets a man in a cowboy hat, with chaps revealing his thong, no shirt, and a bandana covering his mouth. At his sides are two holsters with two golden revolvers on the side. The man watches as a massive man with a red mohawk and leather jeans steps into the ring, wielding a street sign with concrete on the bottom of it. As the match is about to begin, a helicopter that appears to be made of gold flies over the ring and to a massive golden chair that sits atop the stadium. As the helicopter lands, a man with a golden suit and a golden luchadore mask steps out of it, watching over the stadium. A golden microphone falls from the helicopter, which the man catches with his hand)
Masked Man: Ladies and gentlemen, how are you all enjoying tonight’s show?
(The crowd gives a thunderous cheer of excitement)
Masked Man: Wonderful! That’s what I like to hear! The sound of the people cheering, wanting more! Let me hear that again
(The crowd gives another bombastic cheer)
Masked Man: Yes! That’s what I’m talking about! Now, tonight, we’ve got a special show for you all, here tonight, on Takedown TV! As always, I am your host, president, and champion of Takedown TV, Mr. Biggs!
(The crowd gives yet another loud cheer)
Mr. Biggs: And tonight, everyone, we have, in the court of the Rank 10 contestant, in his very own court, it is Junkyard Dog!
(The muscular man begins to flex as the crowd cheers)
Mr. Biggs: And, ready to take the title of Rank 10, working his way up after having slaughtered those ranked previously, it is the Rank 11 contestant, Buckin’ Bronco
(The cowboy smiles under his bandana as he hears the crowd cheer)
Junkyard Dog: I’m gonna fuck you up, pipsqueek
Buckin’ Bronco: We’ll see about that, honey
Junkyard Dog: (With all his strength, he swung the sign at him)
Buckin’ Bronco: (With perfect timing, he was able to jump onto the sign, and hold onto it) Nice swing, baby! But you’re gonna have to do more than that if you wanna chance at beating me
(Before Junkyard Dog could react, Buckin’ Bronco jumped forward, kicking Junkyard Dog hard in the face, and, doing a backwards summersault, was able to land on his feet as Junkyard Dog fell back)
Junkyard Dog: (The minute he got up, he was completely enraged. He picked the sign back up and ran towards Buckin’ Bronco, ready to strike him with his strongest swing)
Buckin’ Bronco: Oh, honey, we’ve been over this
(As soon as Junkyard Dog swung again, Buckin’ Bronco leapt into the air, as Junkyard Dog’s eyes followed him)
Buckin’ Bronco: (As he was in the air, he pulled out his two revolvers) Sorry, babe. But I intend on getting to number one, no matter what (As he was in the air, he fired upon Junkyard Dog, each bullet striking him repeatedly in the head. Once Buckin’ Bronco’s revolvers were empty, he landed on his feet, as Junkyard Dog fell to the ground, dead)
Mr. Biggs: And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen! Junkyard Dog is dead! The Rank 10 contestant is dead! Buckin’ Bronco is has become the Rank 10 contestant!
(The crowd gives a thunderous cheer at the events they witnessed)
Apollo: (Sits under the stairs, as he watches the show)
~10:45 PM
February 6th 2079
Takedown TV Stadium (After Hours)
Apollo: (Cleaning up the blood from the show, as he is working with other people who were hired by the company to become janitors)
(As Apollo is cleaning, a beer can hits him in the back of the head. When he turns, he sees a man with a black jacket and a skull jaw bandana around his face with black sunglasses, and his hood up, looking over them)
Man: Hey, make sure you clean that up too, buddy (Laughs at him)
Apollo: (Picks up the can and throws it away, trying to keep his anger contained)
(A young man with messy black hair and brown skin, with a scar on his chin that looks like a soul patch, leans over to whisper to Apollo)
Boy: Try to ignore him. That’s Sparrow. He’s one of the highest ranked members of the show
Apollo: That punk asshole is a high ranked member?
Boy: Yeah. It’s his insane bus he drives, filled with weaponry. The Slaughter Daughter. You heard of it?
Apollo: Only in name. Never actually seen it
Boy: If you’re lucky, you won’t. When you’re just a janitor, you’ll be smart not to piss any of these guys off, or they’ll use you for target practice
Apollo: I’ll keep that in mind
Boy: I’m Carlos, by the way
Apollo: Name’s Apollo. But don’t get used to it. I’m not here to make friends. I have a dream
Carlos: You too, huh? So do we
Apollo: We?
Carlos: Yeah, me and my friends
Apollo: I see.
Carlos: You wanna meet them
Apollo: No. It’s like I said. I have no intentions of making friends here
Carlos: Suit yourself then
Apollo: (Sitting in his room with the other workers, he begins counting his money. He is only able to count up a couple of dollars, which makes him furious) Goddamn it! This isn’t anywhere near enough money
Carlos: (Standing behind Apollo) What isn’t enough money
Apollo: (Jumps back, knocking the chair over) Shit! N-nothing. What are you doing in here? Shouldn’t you be in a different room
Carlos: I decided to head out.
Apollo: Is that so? And just what do you want
Carlos: I want to help
Apollo: …. What?
Carlos: You said you don’t have enough money. How much do you need?
Apollo: That’s none of your damn concern…… Six hundred dollars
Carlos: (He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out some money) All I’ve got is a hundred and thirty. I’m sure it will help, right?
Apollo: I can’t take this money
Carlos: Come on. You said you had a dream, didn’t you? I’m sure this is what you need to make your dream become a reality
Apollo: But… You have a dream too, didn’t you?
Carlos: Don’t worry about it. My dream doesn’t require money. Go on, take it
Apollo: … You’re weird, you know that… But thanks
Carlos: No problem, man
Apollo: Now get out of here, will you. I need to get some sleep
Carlos: Right, of course (Makes his way out of the room)
Apollo: (Once Carlos leaves, Apollo reaches into his pocket and pulls out a magazine article for a katana on sale)
~8:30 PM
March 20th 2079
Takedown TV Stadium~
(An african american in a hoodie began to use his breakdance style to attack Buckin’ Bronco. Though his attacks were quick and fierce, they were not strong enough to dodge the bullets and thus, died as a result)
Mr. Biggs: Buckin’ Bronco has defeated the challenger. He continues to keep his 10th Rank. Congratulations, Buckin’ Bronco
Buckin’ Bronco: (He began to wave at the crowd as they cheered his name)
Apollo: (Continues to clean the stained blood in the stadium as it is empty. Carlos is not too far from him, and he helps Apollo clean up the stadium as well)
Firewater: (Wearing a white stuntman uniform covered in red stars as he sits with Slaughter Daughter, finishing a whisky bottle, as he looks over at Apollo) Hey, kid. Come over here for a sec.
Apollo: (Cautiously, he makes his way toward Firewater)
Firewater: Hey kid, listen. I understand your trouble. Being a guy who was left in the juvie since he was a kid, and with nowhere else to go, you were sent to Takedown TV as a janitor. Believe it or not, I, Rank 8, was once in your shitty little shoes. So, hey, let me help you out. I got six hundred bucks with your name on it.
Apollo: (Upon hearing the amount, his full attention was set on Firewater)
Firewater: Just give me and my buddy here a little show. That janitor over there (Points at Carlos) Go and knock his teeth in
Apollo: What?
Firewater: You heard me. Kick that fuckers skull in. We don’t have anything against him, but damn if watching some janitors fight ain’t entertaining when you’ve got a buzz
Carlos: (Having listened to the conversation, he had already planned to allow himself to take the beating for Apollo’s sake)
Apollo: N-No. I won’t
Firewater: What?
Apollo: I said I won’t. I’m not gonna beat up someone who doesn’t deserve it, and especially not for the entertainment of some low life killers like you
Firewater: You think you can just talk that kind of shit to those in the Top Ten, you little shit!? (He grabbed hold of Apollo’s shirt, ready to beat him up)
Slaughter Daughter: Now hang on, Firewater. This kid’s got some balls, if you ask me! I want to see just how big they are. How about we try something else. How about three hundred for something else
Apollo: If you want me to beat someone up, forget it
Slaughter Daughter: No, of course not (Without hesitation, he swung his empty beer bottle against a rail, and held up the broken pieces) Chew this glass. If you’re more than you talk, then show us. Take a bite
Apollo: (He stared at the two thugs, wondering how these two could rank so high. Nevertheless, he was desperate for cash, but would never resort to hurting someone to get it. He took the glass from him and stuck it into his mouth. He began to chew into it, the glass piercing his gums and grinding against his teeth. The blood trickled from his mouth as he continued to chew)
Slaughter Daughter: Good little janitor (As he stepped behind him, he gave him a hard punch in the back of the head, causing him to spit out a puddle of blood and glass shards. He tossed three hundred dollar bills onto the floor) And don’t forget to clean up your little mess, buddy (With that, he and Firewater walked out of the stadium, laughing)
Apollo: (He reached down and grabbed the money, his fist crumpling the dollars as he held onto it, a burning hatred filling his eyes as he stared at the two).
Carlos: (He stepped behind Apollo) You know, I could have taken a beating. You could have made the money you needed if you went along with it
Apollo: I’m not gonna hurt someone who doesn’t deserve it. Besides, those guys are assholes. I don’t want their damn blood money if it means having to entertain them through another’s expense
Carlos: Man, you’re pretty cliched with all that hero crap, man (He couldn’t help but give Apollo a friendly punch in the shoulder) But thanks anyway. You know, I think it’s about time I showed you the Dream Catchers
Carlos: (Leading Apollo into a secret part of the Janitor’s Hall, they end up inside a small supply room. Inside, Apollo see’s many other janitors. They consist of four other people. A large, bulky man with his hair tied into a ponytail and tan skin, a young man with blonde hair parted to the side, a much smaller person with a shaved head, about the age of a young child, much too young to be in this line of work, and a young girl with shoulder-length black hair)
Apollo: Who are these guys
Carlos: Allow me to introduce you to my friends, and members of the Dream Catchers. (He points at the large man) This is Beck, a large and muscular man. He isn’t much of a talker, but he’s friendly as can be
Beck: (He raises his hand as a greeting towards Apollo, who raises his back)
Carlos: (He points at the blonde haired man) This is Gregory, a man has some of the best aim out of the janitors, and is always putting everyone in a good mood
Gregory: (Nods to Apollo with a smile) What’s up
Carlos: (Points at the young boy) This is Simon. His mother is a janitor here who died years ago, and now he is in training to become a janitor himself
Simon: Nice to meet ya
Carlos: (Points at the young girl) And this is Alice. She is quite possibly one of the strongest here, even strong enough to rival Beck
Alice: (She looked directly at Apollo, without a single word)
Apollo: So, what do you guys do down here anyway
Carlos: Simple, we plan
Apollo: Plan? For what?
Carlos: For a better future, of course. To make our dreams a reality.
Apollo: So this is what you meant when we first met, huh?
Carlos: Yes. We all have our dreams. Beck wishes to put his strength to good use and become a police officer one day. Gregory wishes to become rich to support his family back in Europe. Simon wishes to get the education he desires. And Alice wishes for a happy life.
Apollo: And what is it that you wish for? What is your dream?
Carlos: To face off against the greatest fighter known to man. Simple as that.
Apollo: Well, that’s quite a dream, I must say
Carlos: And what of yours?
Apollo: Mine? (With a sudden silence, he reaches into his pocket, and takes out a single piece of paper, containing the sword worth six hundred dollars) I want to make something of myself, to be known, and there’s only one way to do that. I’m gonna rise in the ranks of Takedown TV, murder my way to the top, and kill Mr. Biggs himself, and once I become Rank 1, I’m gonna end the massacre that is Takedown TV, no matter what
(The entire group went silent. Suddenly, the group began to cheer. The only one who refused to cheer, however, was Alice, as she just stared at Apollo)
Carlos: Man, that is amazing
Beck: (He clapped, with a small smile on his face)
Gregory: Damn man, you got big dreams
Simon: That’s amazing
Carlos: Well, now understand why you have been trying to make the money you needed. How much do you need left
Apollo: Come on, I don’t want to trouble you with this kind of stuff anymore, Carlos. I can make my own money
Alice: (She walked forward and placed her money into Apollo’s chest, a little forcefully, as she stared at him)
Carlos: Well, I guess Alice did it first. Well, Apollo, I hope this will do
Apollo: (He wanted to refuse this offer, but he could sense that, no matter what he did, he would still have no choice. He just held onto the money, a small smile coming onto his face, the first smile he had in years) Thank you. I’m gonna win this thing. Don’t you all worry. And I hope that, in some way, we can reach our dreams
Carlos: Indeed. I look forward to it.
(That night, Apollo snuck his way out of the Janitor’s Hall, and into the city. The city was filled with lights and citizens, talking amongst themselves of the next fight and what is to come on Takedown TV. As Apollo walked the street, he came across an alleyway, with a single red sign, words in Japanese. He knew that this was the right place. He knew this is where all of his effort would go. He made his way down the alley, where he came across a small red door. The door, with Japanese writing on it, was very ominous, but Apollo knew that this was the right place for him to go. He grabbed the door, and opened it, allowing himself in. Inside, there were an assortment of weapons, tools, and equipment for training, and in the center, sat a man, his hair nearly gone aside from the spiked hair on the side, and he wore a traditional Japanese uniform. The man looked up at Apollo, noticing the determination in his eyes)
Man: Are you here for training
Apollo: That’s right
Man: And you are here for a sword of my quality, I assume. In total, that will be six hundred dollars. Swords aren’t cheap
Apollo: (Without hesitation, he reached into his pocket, and tossed a stack of money near the man’s feet. The man looked down and gave a hoarse laughter)
Man: Well then, let’s get to work, shall we?
~9:00 AM
March 30th 2079
Takedown TV Stadium - Janitor’s Hall~
Apollo: (He entered the supply room, where the others waited for him)
Carlos: Do you have it, Apollo
Apollo: (He didn’t say a word. He reached to his side, and, raising his hands up, revealed a katana in it’s clasp. He slowly pulled it out, revealing the shiny gleam of the sword)
Carlos: And, do you have the other piece with you
Apollo: Yes, I do (He reached into his pocket and pulled out a strip of paper, reading “Application for Takedown TV! Opponent - Rank 10: Buckin’ Bronco! Location: The Neon Cloud Striptease!
Masked Man: Ladies and gentlemen, how are you all enjoying tonight’s show?
(The crowd gives a thunderous cheer of excitement)
Masked Man: Wonderful! That’s what I like to hear! The sound of the people cheering, wanting more! Let me hear that again
(The crowd gives another bombastic cheer)
Masked Man: Yes! That’s what I’m talking about! Now, tonight, we’ve got a special show for you all, here tonight, on Takedown TV! As always, I am your host, president, and champion of Takedown TV, Mr. Biggs!
(The crowd gives yet another loud cheer)
Mr. Biggs: And tonight, everyone, we have, in the court of the Rank 10 contestant, in his very own court, it is Junkyard Dog!
(The muscular man begins to flex as the crowd cheers)
Mr. Biggs: And, ready to take the title of Rank 10, working his way up after having slaughtered those ranked previously, it is the Rank 11 contestant, Buckin’ Bronco
(The cowboy smiles under his bandana as he hears the crowd cheer)
Junkyard Dog: I’m gonna fuck you up, pipsqueek
Buckin’ Bronco: We’ll see about that, honey
Junkyard Dog: (With all his strength, he swung the sign at him)
Buckin’ Bronco: (With perfect timing, he was able to jump onto the sign, and hold onto it) Nice swing, baby! But you’re gonna have to do more than that if you wanna chance at beating me
(Before Junkyard Dog could react, Buckin’ Bronco jumped forward, kicking Junkyard Dog hard in the face, and, doing a backwards summersault, was able to land on his feet as Junkyard Dog fell back)
Junkyard Dog: (The minute he got up, he was completely enraged. He picked the sign back up and ran towards Buckin’ Bronco, ready to strike him with his strongest swing)
Buckin’ Bronco: Oh, honey, we’ve been over this
(As soon as Junkyard Dog swung again, Buckin’ Bronco leapt into the air, as Junkyard Dog’s eyes followed him)
Buckin’ Bronco: (As he was in the air, he pulled out his two revolvers) Sorry, babe. But I intend on getting to number one, no matter what (As he was in the air, he fired upon Junkyard Dog, each bullet striking him repeatedly in the head. Once Buckin’ Bronco’s revolvers were empty, he landed on his feet, as Junkyard Dog fell to the ground, dead)
Mr. Biggs: And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen! Junkyard Dog is dead! The Rank 10 contestant is dead! Buckin’ Bronco is has become the Rank 10 contestant!
(The crowd gives a thunderous cheer at the events they witnessed)
Apollo: (Sits under the stairs, as he watches the show)
~10:45 PM
February 6th 2079
Takedown TV Stadium (After Hours)
Apollo: (Cleaning up the blood from the show, as he is working with other people who were hired by the company to become janitors)
(As Apollo is cleaning, a beer can hits him in the back of the head. When he turns, he sees a man with a black jacket and a skull jaw bandana around his face with black sunglasses, and his hood up, looking over them)
Man: Hey, make sure you clean that up too, buddy (Laughs at him)
Apollo: (Picks up the can and throws it away, trying to keep his anger contained)
(A young man with messy black hair and brown skin, with a scar on his chin that looks like a soul patch, leans over to whisper to Apollo)
Boy: Try to ignore him. That’s Sparrow. He’s one of the highest ranked members of the show
Apollo: That punk asshole is a high ranked member?
Boy: Yeah. It’s his insane bus he drives, filled with weaponry. The Slaughter Daughter. You heard of it?
Apollo: Only in name. Never actually seen it
Boy: If you’re lucky, you won’t. When you’re just a janitor, you’ll be smart not to piss any of these guys off, or they’ll use you for target practice
Apollo: I’ll keep that in mind
Boy: I’m Carlos, by the way
Apollo: Name’s Apollo. But don’t get used to it. I’m not here to make friends. I have a dream
Carlos: You too, huh? So do we
Apollo: We?
Carlos: Yeah, me and my friends
Apollo: I see.
Carlos: You wanna meet them
Apollo: No. It’s like I said. I have no intentions of making friends here
Carlos: Suit yourself then
Apollo: (Sitting in his room with the other workers, he begins counting his money. He is only able to count up a couple of dollars, which makes him furious) Goddamn it! This isn’t anywhere near enough money
Carlos: (Standing behind Apollo) What isn’t enough money
Apollo: (Jumps back, knocking the chair over) Shit! N-nothing. What are you doing in here? Shouldn’t you be in a different room
Carlos: I decided to head out.
Apollo: Is that so? And just what do you want
Carlos: I want to help
Apollo: …. What?
Carlos: You said you don’t have enough money. How much do you need?
Apollo: That’s none of your damn concern…… Six hundred dollars
Carlos: (He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out some money) All I’ve got is a hundred and thirty. I’m sure it will help, right?
Apollo: I can’t take this money
Carlos: Come on. You said you had a dream, didn’t you? I’m sure this is what you need to make your dream become a reality
Apollo: But… You have a dream too, didn’t you?
Carlos: Don’t worry about it. My dream doesn’t require money. Go on, take it
Apollo: … You’re weird, you know that… But thanks
Carlos: No problem, man
Apollo: Now get out of here, will you. I need to get some sleep
Carlos: Right, of course (Makes his way out of the room)
Apollo: (Once Carlos leaves, Apollo reaches into his pocket and pulls out a magazine article for a katana on sale)
~8:30 PM
March 20th 2079
Takedown TV Stadium~
(An african american in a hoodie began to use his breakdance style to attack Buckin’ Bronco. Though his attacks were quick and fierce, they were not strong enough to dodge the bullets and thus, died as a result)
Mr. Biggs: Buckin’ Bronco has defeated the challenger. He continues to keep his 10th Rank. Congratulations, Buckin’ Bronco
Buckin’ Bronco: (He began to wave at the crowd as they cheered his name)
Apollo: (Continues to clean the stained blood in the stadium as it is empty. Carlos is not too far from him, and he helps Apollo clean up the stadium as well)
Firewater: (Wearing a white stuntman uniform covered in red stars as he sits with Slaughter Daughter, finishing a whisky bottle, as he looks over at Apollo) Hey, kid. Come over here for a sec.
Apollo: (Cautiously, he makes his way toward Firewater)
Firewater: Hey kid, listen. I understand your trouble. Being a guy who was left in the juvie since he was a kid, and with nowhere else to go, you were sent to Takedown TV as a janitor. Believe it or not, I, Rank 8, was once in your shitty little shoes. So, hey, let me help you out. I got six hundred bucks with your name on it.
Apollo: (Upon hearing the amount, his full attention was set on Firewater)
Firewater: Just give me and my buddy here a little show. That janitor over there (Points at Carlos) Go and knock his teeth in
Apollo: What?
Firewater: You heard me. Kick that fuckers skull in. We don’t have anything against him, but damn if watching some janitors fight ain’t entertaining when you’ve got a buzz
Carlos: (Having listened to the conversation, he had already planned to allow himself to take the beating for Apollo’s sake)
Apollo: N-No. I won’t
Firewater: What?
Apollo: I said I won’t. I’m not gonna beat up someone who doesn’t deserve it, and especially not for the entertainment of some low life killers like you
Firewater: You think you can just talk that kind of shit to those in the Top Ten, you little shit!? (He grabbed hold of Apollo’s shirt, ready to beat him up)
Slaughter Daughter: Now hang on, Firewater. This kid’s got some balls, if you ask me! I want to see just how big they are. How about we try something else. How about three hundred for something else
Apollo: If you want me to beat someone up, forget it
Slaughter Daughter: No, of course not (Without hesitation, he swung his empty beer bottle against a rail, and held up the broken pieces) Chew this glass. If you’re more than you talk, then show us. Take a bite
Apollo: (He stared at the two thugs, wondering how these two could rank so high. Nevertheless, he was desperate for cash, but would never resort to hurting someone to get it. He took the glass from him and stuck it into his mouth. He began to chew into it, the glass piercing his gums and grinding against his teeth. The blood trickled from his mouth as he continued to chew)
Slaughter Daughter: Good little janitor (As he stepped behind him, he gave him a hard punch in the back of the head, causing him to spit out a puddle of blood and glass shards. He tossed three hundred dollar bills onto the floor) And don’t forget to clean up your little mess, buddy (With that, he and Firewater walked out of the stadium, laughing)
Apollo: (He reached down and grabbed the money, his fist crumpling the dollars as he held onto it, a burning hatred filling his eyes as he stared at the two).
Carlos: (He stepped behind Apollo) You know, I could have taken a beating. You could have made the money you needed if you went along with it
Apollo: I’m not gonna hurt someone who doesn’t deserve it. Besides, those guys are assholes. I don’t want their damn blood money if it means having to entertain them through another’s expense
Carlos: Man, you’re pretty cliched with all that hero crap, man (He couldn’t help but give Apollo a friendly punch in the shoulder) But thanks anyway. You know, I think it’s about time I showed you the Dream Catchers
Carlos: (Leading Apollo into a secret part of the Janitor’s Hall, they end up inside a small supply room. Inside, Apollo see’s many other janitors. They consist of four other people. A large, bulky man with his hair tied into a ponytail and tan skin, a young man with blonde hair parted to the side, a much smaller person with a shaved head, about the age of a young child, much too young to be in this line of work, and a young girl with shoulder-length black hair)
Apollo: Who are these guys
Carlos: Allow me to introduce you to my friends, and members of the Dream Catchers. (He points at the large man) This is Beck, a large and muscular man. He isn’t much of a talker, but he’s friendly as can be
Beck: (He raises his hand as a greeting towards Apollo, who raises his back)
Carlos: (He points at the blonde haired man) This is Gregory, a man has some of the best aim out of the janitors, and is always putting everyone in a good mood
Gregory: (Nods to Apollo with a smile) What’s up
Carlos: (Points at the young boy) This is Simon. His mother is a janitor here who died years ago, and now he is in training to become a janitor himself
Simon: Nice to meet ya
Carlos: (Points at the young girl) And this is Alice. She is quite possibly one of the strongest here, even strong enough to rival Beck
Alice: (She looked directly at Apollo, without a single word)
Apollo: So, what do you guys do down here anyway
Carlos: Simple, we plan
Apollo: Plan? For what?
Carlos: For a better future, of course. To make our dreams a reality.
Apollo: So this is what you meant when we first met, huh?
Carlos: Yes. We all have our dreams. Beck wishes to put his strength to good use and become a police officer one day. Gregory wishes to become rich to support his family back in Europe. Simon wishes to get the education he desires. And Alice wishes for a happy life.
Apollo: And what is it that you wish for? What is your dream?
Carlos: To face off against the greatest fighter known to man. Simple as that.
Apollo: Well, that’s quite a dream, I must say
Carlos: And what of yours?
Apollo: Mine? (With a sudden silence, he reaches into his pocket, and takes out a single piece of paper, containing the sword worth six hundred dollars) I want to make something of myself, to be known, and there’s only one way to do that. I’m gonna rise in the ranks of Takedown TV, murder my way to the top, and kill Mr. Biggs himself, and once I become Rank 1, I’m gonna end the massacre that is Takedown TV, no matter what
(The entire group went silent. Suddenly, the group began to cheer. The only one who refused to cheer, however, was Alice, as she just stared at Apollo)
Carlos: Man, that is amazing
Beck: (He clapped, with a small smile on his face)
Gregory: Damn man, you got big dreams
Simon: That’s amazing
Carlos: Well, now understand why you have been trying to make the money you needed. How much do you need left
Apollo: Come on, I don’t want to trouble you with this kind of stuff anymore, Carlos. I can make my own money
Alice: (She walked forward and placed her money into Apollo’s chest, a little forcefully, as she stared at him)
Carlos: Well, I guess Alice did it first. Well, Apollo, I hope this will do
Apollo: (He wanted to refuse this offer, but he could sense that, no matter what he did, he would still have no choice. He just held onto the money, a small smile coming onto his face, the first smile he had in years) Thank you. I’m gonna win this thing. Don’t you all worry. And I hope that, in some way, we can reach our dreams
Carlos: Indeed. I look forward to it.
(That night, Apollo snuck his way out of the Janitor’s Hall, and into the city. The city was filled with lights and citizens, talking amongst themselves of the next fight and what is to come on Takedown TV. As Apollo walked the street, he came across an alleyway, with a single red sign, words in Japanese. He knew that this was the right place. He knew this is where all of his effort would go. He made his way down the alley, where he came across a small red door. The door, with Japanese writing on it, was very ominous, but Apollo knew that this was the right place for him to go. He grabbed the door, and opened it, allowing himself in. Inside, there were an assortment of weapons, tools, and equipment for training, and in the center, sat a man, his hair nearly gone aside from the spiked hair on the side, and he wore a traditional Japanese uniform. The man looked up at Apollo, noticing the determination in his eyes)
Man: Are you here for training
Apollo: That’s right
Man: And you are here for a sword of my quality, I assume. In total, that will be six hundred dollars. Swords aren’t cheap
Apollo: (Without hesitation, he reached into his pocket, and tossed a stack of money near the man’s feet. The man looked down and gave a hoarse laughter)
Man: Well then, let’s get to work, shall we?
~9:00 AM
March 30th 2079
Takedown TV Stadium - Janitor’s Hall~
Apollo: (He entered the supply room, where the others waited for him)
Carlos: Do you have it, Apollo
Apollo: (He didn’t say a word. He reached to his side, and, raising his hands up, revealed a katana in it’s clasp. He slowly pulled it out, revealing the shiny gleam of the sword)
Carlos: And, do you have the other piece with you
Apollo: Yes, I do (He reached into his pocket and pulled out a strip of paper, reading “Application for Takedown TV! Opponent - Rank 10: Buckin’ Bronco! Location: The Neon Cloud Striptease!
It'll be way easier to write this in script form.. I obviously wasn't getting anywhere writing it the other way.
Joe: You screwed up asshole!
Rick: Yes, yes., You said that several times now..
Joe: You killed our friend, now were kill YOU!
Rick: Why would you want to kill me?
Joe: ... A -Are you serious.. I literary JUST explained it.
Rick: Explained what?
Joe: ... Are you braindead or something?
Rick: ... Who's braindead? Is he a friend of yours?
Joe: Shut up!.. I'll shoot your brains out.
Rick: That's horrible. Why would you want to kill me?
Joe: (screaming) BECAUSE YOU KILLED OUR FUCKIN FRIEND!
Rick: WHEN!?
Joe: In the house, idiot!
Rick: What house!?
Joe: Just shut and listen!... I won't kill you straight away! First were beat Daryl to death.. Then the girl... Then were shoot and be square.
Rick: (singing in head) "And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon"
Joe: You screwed up asshole!
Rick: Yes, yes., You said that several times now..
Joe: You killed our friend, now were kill YOU!
Rick: Why would you want to kill me?
Joe: ... A -Are you serious.. I literary JUST explained it.
Rick: Explained what?
Joe: ... Are you braindead or something?
Rick: ... Who's braindead? Is he a friend of yours?
Joe: Shut up!.. I'll shoot your brains out.
Rick: That's horrible. Why would you want to kill me?
Joe: (screaming) BECAUSE YOU KILLED OUR FUCKIN FRIEND!
Rick: WHEN!?
Joe: In the house, idiot!
Rick: What house!?
Joe: Just shut and listen!... I won't kill you straight away! First were beat Daryl to death.. Then the girl... Then were shoot and be square.
Rick: (singing in head) "And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon"