Pops sighs as he quickly walks into the IMA building also known as the International Megalobox Association. He looks around before rushing down the hallway to a room full of people.
"Hey there, sorry for barging in." Pops says as he walks through the door.
"Will you look at that? It's Nambu in the flesh,"says one of the men.
Pops chuckles before making some smalltalk and excusing himself. He stands in front of a machine and places the ID down to register Joe. Pops smiles once he sees the registration went through. His smile quickly fades once he sees Joe is ranked 257 out of 257.
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Pop's truck and Joe's bike sit empty in front of a house boat. Pop's sits on his bed as he thinks about what he said to Mr.Fujimaki.
Flash back
"I got you what you asked for. Not bad, right?" Mr.Fujimaki says as he hands Pops a beer. "The rest is up too that partner of yours"
"If he gets cold feet, this will all have been for nothing." Pops says.
"He's your dog. You need to make sure he's obedient."Mr.Fujimaki adds.
"That won't be a problem, we both know what's at stake, and I have (y/n) to help me"Pops says.
"If you make it to Megalonia that will be enough to satisfy me."Mr.Fujimaki says as he slides to ID cards across the table.
"But remember nambu. He's not the only one on a leash. Keep that in mind." Mr.Fujimaki says.
Flash back over
Pops looks down at the ID cards with a sigh as Joe and (y/n) walk in.
"Pops, quit screwing around we need to clean this place up. We're going to be living on this tub for a while." Joe says.
Pops and (y/n) sit in front of a small tv listening to the new updates on Megalonia.
"The card on the first match is set already. We have no time to waste." Pops says once he hears Joe's footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Sounds good to me." Joe states as he sits next to
(y/n). He leans his arm on the back of the seat behind (y/n)s head before turning all his attention towards the tv.
"That means, all I have to do is make it to the finals to fight him,right? Just keep winning to get there." Joe says, as a picture of Yuri is shown on tv.
"I don't mind, since I have to win the who-- hey!" Joe exclaims. Pops had turned off the tv and turned to look at him.
"You don't need to worry about Yuri. Just focus on getting into Megalonia." Pops say.
"In the next three months, I can only line-up five fights. They'll have to be the toughest I can manage. And we have to win them all. It's the only chance we got. It ain't going to be easy, Joe." Pops says,earning a smirk from Joe.
"So, where do we start?" Joe asks, the smirk never leaving his face.
"You can't start until you do something about that pile of junk there. That's the first thing on our list." Pops says, making everyone's attention turn to the bag caring Joe's gear.
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"You saw it right? The gear Yuri uses." Pops asks while driving his truck down the street. Next to him sits (y/n) and next to her sits Joe, leaning his arm out the window.
"It's a custom made Shirato model. It connects directly to the body, which kills the lag in response time, in terms of weight and durability it's in a league of its own. You could say the man's body itself if cutting-edge Shirato tech." Pops says, listing off everything he knows on Yuri's gear.
