Are you sure you want to confront him? I mean, you haven’t talked to your brother in years.” Apollo asked, his hands behind his head as he whistled down the alley. The skyline was breaking in with shades of grey as the daybreak was approaching. Some of the lights started to turn off, leaving the […]
Category: SportsSlam
SportsSlam Vol 1: Chapter 11
Rum Village had a habit of dressing up sin and calling it tradition. The GridIron didn’t bother with the lie. It wore its helmets and halos right out in the open. Two floors of chrome rails bent like goalposts over a sea of blue and gold—Notre Dame pennants stacked beside Colts banners, rugby shirts on […]
SportsSlam Vol 1: Chapter 10
“Natural Disaster” “You have about three minutes before I kick you out of my club.” Kaitlyn spat the chewed gum from her mouth and smacked it towards Air’s feet. A grin on her face, hoping she would take the bait. This was an itch she had been wanting to scratch for years. […]
SportsSlam Vol 1: Chapter 9
Glimmer of Compassion “I. Will. Rip. Your. Face. Off.” Miho’s voice crawled out as Apollo stood between her and Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn popped another bubble with her gum, holding her towel behind her neck. The crowd still roared her name. “Um, Miho. Remember, we have to get others to help us.” Apollo looked back at Kaitly,n […]
SportsSlam Vol 1: Chapter 8
Humanity Loss Miho was not impressed with the club. She never fought anyone from Bridgeton, the slums of Chicago, to her. She knew they had some nice parts. The clubs where she had to go on behalf of the Ice Palace were usually well-kept, not hidden from the police. Even when the police invaded the […]
SportsSlam Vol 1: Chapter 7
Chapter 7 Scent of Prey Look at him. Cocky. Miho studied Apollo as they crossed into The Pitch’s territory—one of the last clubs not yet under Nike’s heel. Bridgeport wasn’t the gleaming Loop. It wore its history on brick and soot: Irish taverns spilling laughter and beer onto Halsted, late-night Chinese and Mexican takeout perfuming […]
SportsSlam Vol 1: Chapter 7
Look at him. Cocky. Miho watched Apollo as they crossed into The Pitch’s territory—one of the last clubs not yet under Nike’s heel. Bridgeport wasn’t the gleaming Loop. It wore its history on brick and soot: Irish taverns spilling laughter and beer onto Halsted, late-night Chinese and Mexican takeout mixing into the night, limestone stoops […]
SportsSlam Vol 1: Chapter 6
Yoshii looked up as Apollo and Princess burst into the med room, Bo lumbering in behind them. Bo’s scowl was deep enough to split his beard—never a good sign. Princess rushed forward and threw her arms around Yoshii. “Oh my god, Yoshii— I leave you alone for five minutes and you end up wrapped like […]
SportsSlam Vol 1: Chapter 5
“I don’t have time for this,” Yao thought. Miho circled him—silent, unblinking. Though Yao could create water and ice, her kind of cold was different. It wasn’t elemental; it was alive. It crept up his spine like frostbite on bone. She brushed her bang from her eye, and her breath came out in a faint […]
SportsSlam Vol 1: Chapter 4
“So, you two aren’t going to tell me what’s going on? After everything we’ve been through together? I’ve always had your back.” Princess planted a hand on her hip and rolled her neck to the side. Yao knew how quickly she could get annoyed—especially when she didn’t get the scoop she wanted. He didn’t care, […]









