SportSlam 1

“Thanks for covering for me, man.” Yao's voice sounded desperate and frantic. A sense of calm came over his eyes as he put his hand on Apollo’s shoulders. Apollo, wearing a white Bulls jersey, looked at him with a cocky smile. Apollo looked at Yao’s other arm in a sling. Despite that, his friend was in good spirits, if not frantic. He was in a White hockey jersey that had the initial Chicago PD where Yoshii’s mom used to work. The logo an outline of Chicago skyline in blue with a blue design that bleed into the sleeve with a gold shield stitch on the sleeves. He also had black cargo short, Black socks and wheat colored timbalands. Howeve, he also wore a blue eskimo hat with white fur lining the front and sides. Basic [[Agree Confidently]] [[Give Yao a Hard Time]] [[Question why he needs you]]

“Who else could you call that is as good as me?” Apollo pulled his hood down and gave him a side hug. “Especially with that dorky hat” [[Walk to Ice Place]]

[[Walk to Ice Place]] [[Yao dismisses]]

[[Walk to Ice Place]]

The street corner light gave way to the dark alley they would go down. Los Angeles had many streets that belonged to gangs, corrupt executives, and the like. But this street wasn’t like the others. “Yeah, yeah, says the guy who retired from street fighting and you know the hat and jersey are mementos of my mother” hiseyes briefly glowing an icy blue symbol of a power on button. “Well, when no one can beat you, what else is there to do? Plus, I got to stay clean so I don’t go back to that Juvie wanna be facility. “Right, as if the rest of us don’t have to worry about that. Get over yourself.” Yao retorted. [[Argument with Yao]]

“What? I can turn right around and let you lose your money.” Apollo stops halfway in the alley. The smell of garbage, urine, and rat feces lingered in the air. The light faded from the post as he looked down to see a bouncer sitting by a steel door. [[Back down/joke]] [[Threaten to leave]] [[Hear Yao out]]

[[Meet Bo]]

“Bruh, you know what would happen to me if I don’t fight. Nike won’t just hurt me. She’ll hurt my family. You know she’s the reason the other gangs don’t mess with the local areas.” Apollo took a deep breath and started walking toward the bouncer. The heavyset man surprisingly jumped up from his position and crossed his arms. He wore a suit that made him look out of place. The sign above the door had neon blue and white lettering: “Ice Palace (working name). ” He smelled of beer and food that was somehow more disgusting than the previous smells. His belly didn't cooperate with the tight shirt and jacket, which hung over, showing off the bottom of a large tattoo. [[Meet Bo]]

[[Game Over]]

“What do you want?” the bouncer stepped towards Apollo, looking for a fight. Yao, with his one healed hand, stepped in front to stop the behemoth. “Relax, Bo, he’s with me. He’s taking my place tonight.” Bo spat toward Apollo's feet and stepped aside to open the door. “He don’t look like much. You are better off forfeiting.” [[Insult Bo]] [[Ignore Bo]] [[Intimidate Bo]]

“I’m sure that's what your mom said when she saw you,” Apollo smirked as he walked by. Yao gave Bo a one-armed shrug and a look pleading not to do anything. The heavy door slammed behind them as they turned the corner into the main pit of the building.

[[Enter Ice Palace]]

The smell of cologne and perfume made up for the odors outside. Some smell sweet like honey, and others are bitter. The club had a figure skating theme. [[Ask About Miho]] [[Observe Club]]

“Is Miho working for Nike now?” Apollo yelled over the booming hip-hop music of Glorilla’s What you know about me?” Yao bent over to yell back. “Not work. She lost the fight, and her family had to give up the club to Nike. You know, we like how street racers take the cars when they win.” “Sucks for her, but she’s cold bitch, probably deserve it.” Apollo moved around two patrons dancing. A tall, lean boy about Apollo's age: he had a blond high-top haircut like the nineties. He wasn’t wearing much, a blue crop top with short sleeves that hung off his left shoulder and a rather large blue navel piercing. Blue-washed shorts that stop below his cheeks, daisy dukes. Apollo’s mom used to tell him about fast girls in her time. The guy also had blue and white asymmetrical stockings on. Blue pumps completed his look. Throwing his hands on he knees as he tried to twerk the butt he didnt’ have. The guy's friend was a girl around the same age. They essentially wore the same thing, but it looked way better on her, Apollo thought to himself. “Yeah, well, Nike’s been clearing house since you retired. Well, since a lot of the fighters retire. Nike’s crew made it so either you fight for them or “ “Die?” Apollo cut him off, “Well, I guess it had to happen eventually.” “What do you mean?” Yao questioned [[Spot Myers]]

[[Spot Myers]]

[[Confront Myers]] [[Control Yourself]] [[Question Yao]]

[[Yao Forces Issue]] ]]

[[Yao Forces Issue]]

[[Enter Arena]]

[[Myers Taunts Apollo]]

[[Taunt Back]] [[Ignore Him]] [[Threaten Him]]

[[Fight Begins]]

The place was packed like most night bars. People of all ages were here, both underage and elderly. Women were dancing, and men were trying to dance. People were falling on the pretty glass floor. The waitresses wore tight Eskimo-style mini-dresses that didn’t cover much. The waiters were in icy blue jackets with blue bow ties, white shirts, and black pants. [[Explore / Talk]]