~8:30 PM
June 20th 2079
Sangria City Racetrack~
(Apollo was walking out into the center of the track. The tack was a massive circling road that went around the area, with the spectator seats surrounding the outer parts of the road. In this area, the entire audience of Takedown TV were able to attend, as they were all cheering and awaiting the successivo match. Mr. Biggs himself sat at the highest point, the chair made to look golden, as he spoke into his microphone)
Mr. Biggs: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the successivo ranked battle on Takedown TV!
(The crowd began to give a thunderous cheer as they awaited the event)
Mr. Biggs: Tonight, for the third time in a row, we have the now 9th Ranked member of the superiore, in alto ten, Apollo Juichi
(The crowd gave a cheer, having now seen Apollo’s skills, giving him a sort of notoriety among Takedown TV viewers)
Mr. Biggs: And tonight, his opponent, is the Rank 8th member, the killer on wheels himself, Firewater
(From the track entrance, a loud roar could be heard. As the crowd looked towards the entrance, a motorcycle with flames on the side, fuoco shooting from the exhaust pipes, made it’s way onto the track. Firewater was driving the motorcycle, wearing a casco that was designed to look like that of a demon of some sorts, with horns on each side of the casco and with a visor in the mouth for Firewater to see out of)
Mr. Biggs: Now, for this match in particular, we have dato Apollo is own set of wheels to take on Firewater. Think of it as a little gift from the people of Takedown TV to you, Apollo. Come on out, Red Devil!
(Another loud roar could be heard from the entrance, the roar of a dragon. The crowd soon saw a red cadillac with a dragon on the cappuccio came onto the track. The car was driven da no one, but seemed to be operating perfectly fine. Apollo looked over the car in amazement and surprise)
Apollo: Alright, I think I can manage this guy (He opened the door to the Red Devil and stepped in. Once he was inside, he noticed the car was operated using a sort of manual control, allowing it to drive itself. Apollo started the car up, the dragon-like roar starting up again as the engine came on. With that, Apollo began to drive the car and followed after Firewater on the track)
Mr. Biggs: Alright! Let the match begin!
(The crowd cheered as Apollo drove down the track, as Firewater was successivo to him)
Firewater: (He looked over at Apollo, his eyes visible through the black visor, and filled with anger) I ain’t mostrare te an ounce of mercy, te fuck!
Apollo: I hope not! Red Devil, switch to manual!
(As soon as the Red Devil switched to manual, Apollo opened the car door and hanged from the superiore, in alto part of the door, his sword on the other hand)
Firewater: (As Apollo was getting out of the car, Firewater reached to his side and pulled out what looked to be a piece of rope. On further notice, it was revealed to be a long piece of barbed wire, Firewater’s weapon of choice. He swung the wire around like a lasso before cracking it like a whip at Apollo, slicing his shoulder badly)
Apollo: (He gave a brief groan, but continued to hang onto the car door. He climbed up onto the roof of the Red Devil, allowing himself to get to a steady position)
Firewater: te think you’re sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza up there!? (He used his barbed wire and swung it at Apollo)
Apollo: (Using his sword, he was able to block the attack)
Firewater: (He only grinned before he pulled back, taking Apollo’s sword with him and throwing it to the ground. The sword stuck into the road, leaving Apollo defenseless) Good going, idiot! Now you’ve got nothing to defend yourself with! Now it’s about time I go for the killing shot! (Firewater swung at Apollo again, getting the barbed wire around his neck. Apollo was able to hold the wire back from cutting into his throat, but the pointed parts were already cutting his skin, causing light bleeding)
Firewater: That’s not gonna save you! It’s just about time I pull and cut off your head! te made this too fucking easy!
(As Firewater was ready to pull his wire back, he had no time to notice that the car was getting closer. Before he did, the car had crashed into him, sending him and his bike flying. He crashed into the ground while his bike continued to roll. He got back up, a bit dazed from the fall)
Apollo: (He pulled the barbed wire off his neck after Firewater was forced to let go and was ready to continue the fight)
Firewater: (He reached into his pocket, pulling out a bottle of whisky with some paper in it) te think that’s all I’ve got, te little shit? (Using a lighter, he set the paper on fire, now wielding a molotov. He was prepared to throw the weapon at the right moment.)
Apollo: (He allowed the Red Devil to continue driving in manual until it made it’s way around the track and had made it’s way back to Firewater)
Firewater: (As soon as Apollo was in his range, he tossed the molotov)
Apollo: (As soon as he saw the molotov, his first reaction was to jump back into the car and close the door)
(As soon as Apollo got back into the car, the molotov struck the car, setting it ablaze. Firewater believed that, any moment now, the car would catch fuoco and explode. However, to his surprise, the car remained fine, as the fuoco faded away. As soon as Firewater saw this, he made his way to his bike)
Apollo: (He opened the car door again, and as he hanged out from it, he grabbed hold of his sword that was on the road. Firewater was making his way to his bike to continue the fight, but was unable to make it back in time. As soon as Apollo and the Red Devil made it close to him, Apollo swung the sword forward, cutting off Firewater’s legs. He fell to the ground, his body rolling a few feet before he came to a stop. He didn’t scream in pain, o anything. He lied on the ground, looking up at the stars in the sky. Apollo stopped the Red Devil and got out, making his way towards Firewater)
Firewater: (He looked over at Apollo before he sighed and looked back up) Alright, maybe I was wrong. Maybe te aren’t some chicken shit janitor that’s just filled with hot air and wanted a little revenge for the abuse. Most janitors just get killed da the first guy, but you’re different. te actually have some fight in you
Apollo: That’s right. I do.
Firewater: I guess this makes te Rank 8 now, huh?
Apollo: It seems that way
Firewater: Well, kid, looks like you’ve got più of a chance than anyone in the fucked position you’re in. But don’t think that you’re gonna make it further without some sort of challenge
Apollo: Trust me, I’ve learned that already.
Firewater: Well, good luck, kid
Apollo: Yeah. Good luck. And goodbye (With that, Apollo plunged his sword into Firewater’s chest, stabbing him through the heart. He groaned a little, but continued to keep calm, and just allowed himself to remain silent, before he stopped breathing).
Mr. Biggs: There te have it, ladies and gentleman! Firewater is dead! Apollo Juichi has made it to the 8th Rank!
(The crowd begins to cheer once again as Apollo looks down at the corpse of Firewater)
~10:40 PM
June 20th 2079
Takedown TV Stadium - Lockers~
Apollo: (He rested on one of the benches. As he did, Sparrow sat on the other bench, looking at the ground. As soon as he looked up at Apollo, he suddenly spoke to him, but not in his usual joking tone, but in a più serious one)
Sparrow: So you’re the guy who killed Firewater, right?
Apollo: Yeah, I did. He died fairly and didn’t even scream when he did
Sparrow: (He gave a light chuckle) Is that so? Selfish bastard, even in the end, he wanted to be a badass
Apollo: te aren’t mad that he’s dead?
Sparrow: Of course not. We are all a part of Takedown TV. We all have to accept that we can die at any moment. (As he spoke, tears began to fall from his eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses) But still, that considerate dick! He had the strength and the guts to get higher! He could have even made it to the superiore, in alto five! But he chose to stay at the 8th Rank just because I was higher than him! I knew he could make it, but he was so worried about having to fight me, he just stopped! The asshole! But goddamn if he wasn’t always looking out for my dumbass (He wiped his tears away before looking up at Apollo) When we fight- and it better not be “if” we fight- Don’t go easy on me just because I’m crying. Firewater wouldn’t want that. I want te to give me your all and fight with everything you’ve got.
Apollo: I will. te can count on that.
~12:25 AM
June 21st 2079
Takedown Tower - 664th Floor~
Mr. Biggs: (Sitting in his office with the other superiore, in alto five members. Sparrow is among them, as well as a Japanese man in a business suit and a woman with a short black hair and strange gun on her back. One chair is completely empty)
Mr. Biggs: Where is ADAM?
Japanese Man: te know how he is. He never comes to these meetings. He never meets anyone other than his opponents
Sparrow: (He sits in silence as he looks down at the table)
Mr. Biggs: Well, no matter. We came here to discuss the latest member of our superiore, in alto ten. Apollo Juichi. He has only been in three matches and already, he has taken out three of the superiore, in alto ten. Those include Buckin’ Bronco, Maxwell Blackwell, and Firewater
Sparrow: (At the mention of the defeat of Firewater, he clenches his fists, trying not to think about it)
Mr. Biggs: He truly is a formidable opponent. I can’t wait to meet him. But, I don’t want any of te making it easy for him. I want te to give it your all as usual. A man such as him only deserves it. He wants to face the best of the best? We’ll make sure he knows he is dealing with the best when his time comes. Until then, I the 7th Ranked fight is next, correct? I wonder how he will do.
~8:30 PM
July 9th 2079
Alister Island Prison~
(Apollo was already onto the successivo Ranked match with his successivo opponent. He was told to arrive at the prison island that was off the puntellare, riva of Sangria City. The island was nothing più than a massive prison with towers and a massive courtyard that was once used as a place for the fight club that guards would bet on. Camera’s with the Takedown TV logo were set up around the prison to get every shot they needed for the fight. In the center of the prison courtyard sat a man with a shaved head, scars covering his entire face. He wore a giacca with strange capsules along the back. The man looked over at Apollo, his eyes twitching violently)
Mad Jack: Ah, so you’re the rising stella, star that has taken on three of the superiore, in alto ten
Apollo: That’s right. And you’re Mad Jack. I heard a bit about you. A crazed killer who is only out for bloodlust. The other’s I faced before te may have taken lives, but at least they had some code of honor. From what I’ve heard about you, you’re just a worthless murderer.
Mad Jack: te say that as if te haven’t snuffed out a few lives. Quite hypocritical of you. If I’m a worthless murderer, than what does that make you?
Apollo: Killing is no good, no matter what! I’m not in the right either
Mad Jack: And still, te continue to do so. te are as evil as I am, boy. In fact, maybe moreso. te kill and te don’t even have a reason for it
Apollo: Yeah, and what’s your reason to kill
Mad Jack: Survival of the fittest. Those who are weak deserve to die, and da my hands
Apollo: te sick bastard! I’m gonna enjoy shutting your mouth up
Mad Jack: We’ll see about that, boy
(As soon as he ended his sentence, the capsules on his back shot through his giacca and into his body. As it was inside of him, his veins began to glow green, his eyes twitching più violently than before as he looked over at Apollo. Clearly, his body was beginning to flow with dangerous toxins)
Mad Jack: Science certainly is a beautiful thing
Apollo: This is beautiful? This looks like nothing than a disease to me
Mad Jack: So naive, youth is. Nothing better than to shut te up for good
(Once Mad Jack’s entire body was filled with toxic materials, he began to run towards Apollo, ready to attack)
Apollo: (Seeing him unarmed, he rushed towards Mad Jack, his sword raised)
Mad Jack: (Once he was close, a set of sharp daggers came from his cappotto sleeves, and he took them in his hands, and began to swing violently at Apollo)
Apollo: (Barely avoiding the attack, he kept his sword close as he blocked and dodged Mad Jack’s attack)
Mad Jack: (He raised his daggers into the air and swung them down at Apollo)
Apollo: (Using his sword, he blocked the daggers and began to clash with his sword to keep them off)
Mad Jack: (Having Apollo at the spot he wanted him, he opened his mouth, as smoke began to come from his throat)
Apollo: (Sensing danger from the smoke, he deflected his daggers to the sit and barely avoiding the successivo attack)
Mad Jack: (From his throat, he spit out a pool of acid, the chemicals sizzling as it landed on the ground)
Apollo: (As he was at the side of Mad Jack, he swung his sword for a secondo attack)
Mad Jack: (He used his daggers again to the deflect the attack, and was ready to spit più acid at Apollo)
Apollo: (Seeing how fast he was at deflecting the attacks and seeing as how getting close would be a danger, Apollo deflected the daggers once again and backed himself away from the oncoming attack)
Mad Jack: (His acid missing again, he waited for the right moment for Apollo to get to the right spot as he held one of his daggers da the blade)
Apollo: (He continued to run around Mad Jack in an attempt to get him to attack)
Mad Jack: Seeing his pattern, he took his dagger and threw it at Apollo)
Apollo: (Seeing the dagger coming toward him, he used his sword and swung hard at the dagger like a baseball. With the force of the sword, he was able to send the dagger back, striking Mad Jack in the stomach. His blood was green and looked hot, as it was steaming, but not hot enough to be acid. As Mad Jack did what he could to pull the dagger out, Apollo rushed towards him and, with one dropkick, sent the dagger from Mad Jack’s stomach and out his back, cutting through his spinal cord)
Mad Jack: (As his spinal cord was sliced in half, he fell to the ground, unable to sposta his legs. He looked up at Apollo and grinned) My, my. For a young boy, te sure do know how to fight
Apollo: You’re right about that. But I don’t wanna waste my time talking to you. The other’s I’ve met before te earned the right to talk with me. But you, a mad man who kills the weak for fun and is willing to sacrifice his own body to become stronger does not get me respect. A fair death is too good for you, but I am willing to give te that (With one strong swing, Apollo plunged his sword into Mad Jack’s stomach. Mad Jack coughed up più green blood as he looked up at Apollo)
Mad Jack: Well, best of luck to te kid. Try not to get yourself killed
Apollo: Thanks. I’ll try (With one swing, he pulled his sword up and through Mad Jack’s body, up his torso and pulling the sword out from his head. As soon as the sword came out, Mad Jack’s body was sliced in half and both sides fell to the ground
Mr. Biggs: (Watching the screen, he spoke through his microphone) There te have it, ladies and gentlemen. The Rank 7th Mad Jack is dead! Apollo Juichi has taken the 7th Rank!
~11:20 PM
July 9th 2079
Takedown TV Stadium - Janitor’s Hall
(As Carlos, Beck, Gregory, and Simon were celebrating another of Apollo’s victories, Alice was sitting in the other room, looking over a piece of paper)
Alice: Apollo, it looks like te have no intentions of stopping. Very well, than te leave me no choice
(Alice continued to look over the paper that read “Application for Takedown TV: Opponent - Rank 7th: Apollo Juichi)
June 20th 2079
Sangria City Racetrack~
(Apollo was walking out into the center of the track. The tack was a massive circling road that went around the area, with the spectator seats surrounding the outer parts of the road. In this area, the entire audience of Takedown TV were able to attend, as they were all cheering and awaiting the successivo match. Mr. Biggs himself sat at the highest point, the chair made to look golden, as he spoke into his microphone)
Mr. Biggs: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the successivo ranked battle on Takedown TV!
(The crowd began to give a thunderous cheer as they awaited the event)
Mr. Biggs: Tonight, for the third time in a row, we have the now 9th Ranked member of the superiore, in alto ten, Apollo Juichi
(The crowd gave a cheer, having now seen Apollo’s skills, giving him a sort of notoriety among Takedown TV viewers)
Mr. Biggs: And tonight, his opponent, is the Rank 8th member, the killer on wheels himself, Firewater
(From the track entrance, a loud roar could be heard. As the crowd looked towards the entrance, a motorcycle with flames on the side, fuoco shooting from the exhaust pipes, made it’s way onto the track. Firewater was driving the motorcycle, wearing a casco that was designed to look like that of a demon of some sorts, with horns on each side of the casco and with a visor in the mouth for Firewater to see out of)
Mr. Biggs: Now, for this match in particular, we have dato Apollo is own set of wheels to take on Firewater. Think of it as a little gift from the people of Takedown TV to you, Apollo. Come on out, Red Devil!
(Another loud roar could be heard from the entrance, the roar of a dragon. The crowd soon saw a red cadillac with a dragon on the cappuccio came onto the track. The car was driven da no one, but seemed to be operating perfectly fine. Apollo looked over the car in amazement and surprise)
Apollo: Alright, I think I can manage this guy (He opened the door to the Red Devil and stepped in. Once he was inside, he noticed the car was operated using a sort of manual control, allowing it to drive itself. Apollo started the car up, the dragon-like roar starting up again as the engine came on. With that, Apollo began to drive the car and followed after Firewater on the track)
Mr. Biggs: Alright! Let the match begin!
(The crowd cheered as Apollo drove down the track, as Firewater was successivo to him)
Firewater: (He looked over at Apollo, his eyes visible through the black visor, and filled with anger) I ain’t mostrare te an ounce of mercy, te fuck!
Apollo: I hope not! Red Devil, switch to manual!
(As soon as the Red Devil switched to manual, Apollo opened the car door and hanged from the superiore, in alto part of the door, his sword on the other hand)
Firewater: (As Apollo was getting out of the car, Firewater reached to his side and pulled out what looked to be a piece of rope. On further notice, it was revealed to be a long piece of barbed wire, Firewater’s weapon of choice. He swung the wire around like a lasso before cracking it like a whip at Apollo, slicing his shoulder badly)
Apollo: (He gave a brief groan, but continued to hang onto the car door. He climbed up onto the roof of the Red Devil, allowing himself to get to a steady position)
Firewater: te think you’re sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza up there!? (He used his barbed wire and swung it at Apollo)
Apollo: (Using his sword, he was able to block the attack)
Firewater: (He only grinned before he pulled back, taking Apollo’s sword with him and throwing it to the ground. The sword stuck into the road, leaving Apollo defenseless) Good going, idiot! Now you’ve got nothing to defend yourself with! Now it’s about time I go for the killing shot! (Firewater swung at Apollo again, getting the barbed wire around his neck. Apollo was able to hold the wire back from cutting into his throat, but the pointed parts were already cutting his skin, causing light bleeding)
Firewater: That’s not gonna save you! It’s just about time I pull and cut off your head! te made this too fucking easy!
(As Firewater was ready to pull his wire back, he had no time to notice that the car was getting closer. Before he did, the car had crashed into him, sending him and his bike flying. He crashed into the ground while his bike continued to roll. He got back up, a bit dazed from the fall)
Apollo: (He pulled the barbed wire off his neck after Firewater was forced to let go and was ready to continue the fight)
Firewater: (He reached into his pocket, pulling out a bottle of whisky with some paper in it) te think that’s all I’ve got, te little shit? (Using a lighter, he set the paper on fire, now wielding a molotov. He was prepared to throw the weapon at the right moment.)
Apollo: (He allowed the Red Devil to continue driving in manual until it made it’s way around the track and had made it’s way back to Firewater)
Firewater: (As soon as Apollo was in his range, he tossed the molotov)
Apollo: (As soon as he saw the molotov, his first reaction was to jump back into the car and close the door)
(As soon as Apollo got back into the car, the molotov struck the car, setting it ablaze. Firewater believed that, any moment now, the car would catch fuoco and explode. However, to his surprise, the car remained fine, as the fuoco faded away. As soon as Firewater saw this, he made his way to his bike)
Apollo: (He opened the car door again, and as he hanged out from it, he grabbed hold of his sword that was on the road. Firewater was making his way to his bike to continue the fight, but was unable to make it back in time. As soon as Apollo and the Red Devil made it close to him, Apollo swung the sword forward, cutting off Firewater’s legs. He fell to the ground, his body rolling a few feet before he came to a stop. He didn’t scream in pain, o anything. He lied on the ground, looking up at the stars in the sky. Apollo stopped the Red Devil and got out, making his way towards Firewater)
Firewater: (He looked over at Apollo before he sighed and looked back up) Alright, maybe I was wrong. Maybe te aren’t some chicken shit janitor that’s just filled with hot air and wanted a little revenge for the abuse. Most janitors just get killed da the first guy, but you’re different. te actually have some fight in you
Apollo: That’s right. I do.
Firewater: I guess this makes te Rank 8 now, huh?
Apollo: It seems that way
Firewater: Well, kid, looks like you’ve got più of a chance than anyone in the fucked position you’re in. But don’t think that you’re gonna make it further without some sort of challenge
Apollo: Trust me, I’ve learned that already.
Firewater: Well, good luck, kid
Apollo: Yeah. Good luck. And goodbye (With that, Apollo plunged his sword into Firewater’s chest, stabbing him through the heart. He groaned a little, but continued to keep calm, and just allowed himself to remain silent, before he stopped breathing).
Mr. Biggs: There te have it, ladies and gentleman! Firewater is dead! Apollo Juichi has made it to the 8th Rank!
(The crowd begins to cheer once again as Apollo looks down at the corpse of Firewater)
~10:40 PM
June 20th 2079
Takedown TV Stadium - Lockers~
Apollo: (He rested on one of the benches. As he did, Sparrow sat on the other bench, looking at the ground. As soon as he looked up at Apollo, he suddenly spoke to him, but not in his usual joking tone, but in a più serious one)
Sparrow: So you’re the guy who killed Firewater, right?
Apollo: Yeah, I did. He died fairly and didn’t even scream when he did
Sparrow: (He gave a light chuckle) Is that so? Selfish bastard, even in the end, he wanted to be a badass
Apollo: te aren’t mad that he’s dead?
Sparrow: Of course not. We are all a part of Takedown TV. We all have to accept that we can die at any moment. (As he spoke, tears began to fall from his eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses) But still, that considerate dick! He had the strength and the guts to get higher! He could have even made it to the superiore, in alto five! But he chose to stay at the 8th Rank just because I was higher than him! I knew he could make it, but he was so worried about having to fight me, he just stopped! The asshole! But goddamn if he wasn’t always looking out for my dumbass (He wiped his tears away before looking up at Apollo) When we fight- and it better not be “if” we fight- Don’t go easy on me just because I’m crying. Firewater wouldn’t want that. I want te to give me your all and fight with everything you’ve got.
Apollo: I will. te can count on that.
~12:25 AM
June 21st 2079
Takedown Tower - 664th Floor~
Mr. Biggs: (Sitting in his office with the other superiore, in alto five members. Sparrow is among them, as well as a Japanese man in a business suit and a woman with a short black hair and strange gun on her back. One chair is completely empty)
Mr. Biggs: Where is ADAM?
Japanese Man: te know how he is. He never comes to these meetings. He never meets anyone other than his opponents
Sparrow: (He sits in silence as he looks down at the table)
Mr. Biggs: Well, no matter. We came here to discuss the latest member of our superiore, in alto ten. Apollo Juichi. He has only been in three matches and already, he has taken out three of the superiore, in alto ten. Those include Buckin’ Bronco, Maxwell Blackwell, and Firewater
Sparrow: (At the mention of the defeat of Firewater, he clenches his fists, trying not to think about it)
Mr. Biggs: He truly is a formidable opponent. I can’t wait to meet him. But, I don’t want any of te making it easy for him. I want te to give it your all as usual. A man such as him only deserves it. He wants to face the best of the best? We’ll make sure he knows he is dealing with the best when his time comes. Until then, I the 7th Ranked fight is next, correct? I wonder how he will do.
~8:30 PM
July 9th 2079
Alister Island Prison~
(Apollo was already onto the successivo Ranked match with his successivo opponent. He was told to arrive at the prison island that was off the puntellare, riva of Sangria City. The island was nothing più than a massive prison with towers and a massive courtyard that was once used as a place for the fight club that guards would bet on. Camera’s with the Takedown TV logo were set up around the prison to get every shot they needed for the fight. In the center of the prison courtyard sat a man with a shaved head, scars covering his entire face. He wore a giacca with strange capsules along the back. The man looked over at Apollo, his eyes twitching violently)
Mad Jack: Ah, so you’re the rising stella, star that has taken on three of the superiore, in alto ten
Apollo: That’s right. And you’re Mad Jack. I heard a bit about you. A crazed killer who is only out for bloodlust. The other’s I faced before te may have taken lives, but at least they had some code of honor. From what I’ve heard about you, you’re just a worthless murderer.
Mad Jack: te say that as if te haven’t snuffed out a few lives. Quite hypocritical of you. If I’m a worthless murderer, than what does that make you?
Apollo: Killing is no good, no matter what! I’m not in the right either
Mad Jack: And still, te continue to do so. te are as evil as I am, boy. In fact, maybe moreso. te kill and te don’t even have a reason for it
Apollo: Yeah, and what’s your reason to kill
Mad Jack: Survival of the fittest. Those who are weak deserve to die, and da my hands
Apollo: te sick bastard! I’m gonna enjoy shutting your mouth up
Mad Jack: We’ll see about that, boy
(As soon as he ended his sentence, the capsules on his back shot through his giacca and into his body. As it was inside of him, his veins began to glow green, his eyes twitching più violently than before as he looked over at Apollo. Clearly, his body was beginning to flow with dangerous toxins)
Mad Jack: Science certainly is a beautiful thing
Apollo: This is beautiful? This looks like nothing than a disease to me
Mad Jack: So naive, youth is. Nothing better than to shut te up for good
(Once Mad Jack’s entire body was filled with toxic materials, he began to run towards Apollo, ready to attack)
Apollo: (Seeing him unarmed, he rushed towards Mad Jack, his sword raised)
Mad Jack: (Once he was close, a set of sharp daggers came from his cappotto sleeves, and he took them in his hands, and began to swing violently at Apollo)
Apollo: (Barely avoiding the attack, he kept his sword close as he blocked and dodged Mad Jack’s attack)
Mad Jack: (He raised his daggers into the air and swung them down at Apollo)
Apollo: (Using his sword, he blocked the daggers and began to clash with his sword to keep them off)
Mad Jack: (Having Apollo at the spot he wanted him, he opened his mouth, as smoke began to come from his throat)
Apollo: (Sensing danger from the smoke, he deflected his daggers to the sit and barely avoiding the successivo attack)
Mad Jack: (From his throat, he spit out a pool of acid, the chemicals sizzling as it landed on the ground)
Apollo: (As he was at the side of Mad Jack, he swung his sword for a secondo attack)
Mad Jack: (He used his daggers again to the deflect the attack, and was ready to spit più acid at Apollo)
Apollo: (Seeing how fast he was at deflecting the attacks and seeing as how getting close would be a danger, Apollo deflected the daggers once again and backed himself away from the oncoming attack)
Mad Jack: (His acid missing again, he waited for the right moment for Apollo to get to the right spot as he held one of his daggers da the blade)
Apollo: (He continued to run around Mad Jack in an attempt to get him to attack)
Mad Jack: Seeing his pattern, he took his dagger and threw it at Apollo)
Apollo: (Seeing the dagger coming toward him, he used his sword and swung hard at the dagger like a baseball. With the force of the sword, he was able to send the dagger back, striking Mad Jack in the stomach. His blood was green and looked hot, as it was steaming, but not hot enough to be acid. As Mad Jack did what he could to pull the dagger out, Apollo rushed towards him and, with one dropkick, sent the dagger from Mad Jack’s stomach and out his back, cutting through his spinal cord)
Mad Jack: (As his spinal cord was sliced in half, he fell to the ground, unable to sposta his legs. He looked up at Apollo and grinned) My, my. For a young boy, te sure do know how to fight
Apollo: You’re right about that. But I don’t wanna waste my time talking to you. The other’s I’ve met before te earned the right to talk with me. But you, a mad man who kills the weak for fun and is willing to sacrifice his own body to become stronger does not get me respect. A fair death is too good for you, but I am willing to give te that (With one strong swing, Apollo plunged his sword into Mad Jack’s stomach. Mad Jack coughed up più green blood as he looked up at Apollo)
Mad Jack: Well, best of luck to te kid. Try not to get yourself killed
Apollo: Thanks. I’ll try (With one swing, he pulled his sword up and through Mad Jack’s body, up his torso and pulling the sword out from his head. As soon as the sword came out, Mad Jack’s body was sliced in half and both sides fell to the ground
Mr. Biggs: (Watching the screen, he spoke through his microphone) There te have it, ladies and gentlemen. The Rank 7th Mad Jack is dead! Apollo Juichi has taken the 7th Rank!
~11:20 PM
July 9th 2079
Takedown TV Stadium - Janitor’s Hall
(As Carlos, Beck, Gregory, and Simon were celebrating another of Apollo’s victories, Alice was sitting in the other room, looking over a piece of paper)
Alice: Apollo, it looks like te have no intentions of stopping. Very well, than te leave me no choice
(Alice continued to look over the paper that read “Application for Takedown TV: Opponent - Rank 7th: Apollo Juichi)