Real Steel

First Generation

Ryan. My name is Ryan Lewis. The date is September 14th 2034. A lot of things have changed. The food, the activities, but the main one is sports. And especially one sport: robot boxing. Yep. The name says it all. Instead of people fighting its robots. We'll I'm one of the robot owners, and this is my story...

It was a shiny day. Dallas,Texas. I woke up in my trailer with an incredible headache. I live in a dump (literally). Must have token too much beers last night, but any-who like I was saying I woke up in my trailer. I got ready for my first day at the job. Actually the first day all you do is draw your robot. What you want him too look like, what you want him to do,of course you have just a certain amount of money and a certain amount of pieces. So I walked clumsily out of my trailer and walked towards my job which was a few metres away (on a parking space with a picnic table). I could see my cousin from here. He was sitting on the picnic table with the robot pieces beside the table. I waved him a hand and said:"Hey DUDE!"

"Hey dog what up!" He responded in an accent(I'm not racist or anything but he's black)"What up man! Yo, come here and let's prepare your robot dog!"

I walked towards the table, my headache pounding inside my brain.

"So," Jackson said (my cousin) "You thought of a name yet?"

"For what?" I whispered while crushing my head with my hands just waiting for the headache to go away.

"We'll duh!" Jackson said, "Yo robot dude, what else a child?!"

"No,not really!" I interrupted hopping it would shut him up.

But of course I knew he would just start pounding me with words again.

"How about...." He thought for a moment "....hmm...how about...AMBUSH!!"

I looked at him weirdly.

"We can make him super muscled and he can also have a...."

"No!!" I interrupted again, "Ambush sounds just plain old gay."

"Oh okay then," he thought for a moment, "uh....how about....BIO WAR!"

I looked at him weirdly again.

"What the hell!?" I said, "Bio war?! What you want him to drop bio bombs on everybody?!"

"Euh.....no...not really.."

I thought for a moment searching... Hmm.....Fatboy...nope....bluebot.....nope.....atom.....better but nope (and that would be copyright cause Atom really exists)...hmm...

Then it struck me....SLAM BAM!!

"Slam bam!" I shouted.

"Yeah that's perfect!" Jackson exclaimed as we high five. "All the pieces are here.....there are the tools....and I'll go get my robot as a small plan to help you build yours!"