10-15-2006, 04:08 AM
Daydream
*Cheers* ?Yamcha, Yamcha he?s our man, if he can?t do it no one can! *Countless fans shouting out the name Yamcha*
?What an amazing fighter this Yamcha is ladies and gentlemen, I have never seen a man in the ring quite like him ever in all my years of announcing fights. ? said the voice of a man who?s voice was heard all around the arena.
?Look at him go! *men grunting and thumps heard* This is amazing, he?s beaten every fighter that has come to challenge him. He really is the strongest man alive.? said the voice of a trainer near the side of the ring.
?Our new champion!!...Yamcha, Yamcha!!! You?re fired!?
End of Daydream
When these words registered in Yamcha?s He had he realized that they weren?t part of his fantasy.
?Hey wait a minute!? shouted Yamcha as he stopped his daydreaming and fully came to.
An old man who was in Yamcha?s site turned to him and said ?No, No more waiting Yamcha. I?ve given you too many chances, and you messed them all up! This is it! You?re fired!?
?But why!? What did I do?? asked Yamcha
?What did you do?..What did you do? Since your first day here you?ve been fighting with costumers, daydreaming, sleeping on the job and..? Yamcha then interrupted
?But wasn?t I also the guy who saved this whole place from those two robbers the other day??
?That was six months ago Yamcha! And with all the trouble you?ve cost and money you?ve probably lost I would?ve gladly emptied the cashier. You?re nothing but trouble kid, sorry?your fired.? Said the old man who?s verbal volume decreased as he continued to speak, and the tone he was using transformed from anger to the tone of pity.
?Fine, you?re food stunk anyway!!!? shouted Yamcha as he stormed out of the restaurant. Then he began to think to himself ?What do I do now? Now I don?t have a job..dammit!!? Yamcha began to wonder what he would have to do in order to survive.
?Face it man, nobody wants to hire you. So what can you do?? Thought Yamcha to himself.
A cool breeze began to blow against Yamcha as he was walking, Yamcha would have enjoyed it, if random garbage didn?t begin flying into him.
?Great, just great!? Thought Yamcha to himself as he continued to walk, then suddenly a piece of paper and a plastic bag flew into his face.
Yamcha angrily yanked the garbage off his face, and as he was about to throw it to the ground, an image on the paper caught his eye.
?Hmm, what?s this?? he asked himself as he began to examine it. ?A worlds martial art tournament. I could get some serious money if I become champ.? A smile spread across Yamcha?s face.
?I could definitely win.? Yamcha thought to himself as he began to run home. ?When the people see me, they won?t know what hit them. Goodbye apartment, hello mansion!?
Edit: BTW thanks Pikkon and Bulma for helping out, and thank you 18 for replying to this.
*Cheers* ?Yamcha, Yamcha he?s our man, if he can?t do it no one can! *Countless fans shouting out the name Yamcha*
?What an amazing fighter this Yamcha is ladies and gentlemen, I have never seen a man in the ring quite like him ever in all my years of announcing fights. ? said the voice of a man who?s voice was heard all around the arena.
?Look at him go! *men grunting and thumps heard* This is amazing, he?s beaten every fighter that has come to challenge him. He really is the strongest man alive.? said the voice of a trainer near the side of the ring.
?Our new champion!!...Yamcha, Yamcha!!! You?re fired!?
End of Daydream
When these words registered in Yamcha?s He had he realized that they weren?t part of his fantasy.
?Hey wait a minute!? shouted Yamcha as he stopped his daydreaming and fully came to.
An old man who was in Yamcha?s site turned to him and said ?No, No more waiting Yamcha. I?ve given you too many chances, and you messed them all up! This is it! You?re fired!?
?But why!? What did I do?? asked Yamcha
?What did you do?..What did you do? Since your first day here you?ve been fighting with costumers, daydreaming, sleeping on the job and..? Yamcha then interrupted
?But wasn?t I also the guy who saved this whole place from those two robbers the other day??
?That was six months ago Yamcha! And with all the trouble you?ve cost and money you?ve probably lost I would?ve gladly emptied the cashier. You?re nothing but trouble kid, sorry?your fired.? Said the old man who?s verbal volume decreased as he continued to speak, and the tone he was using transformed from anger to the tone of pity.
?Fine, you?re food stunk anyway!!!? shouted Yamcha as he stormed out of the restaurant. Then he began to think to himself ?What do I do now? Now I don?t have a job..dammit!!? Yamcha began to wonder what he would have to do in order to survive.
?Face it man, nobody wants to hire you. So what can you do?? Thought Yamcha to himself.
A cool breeze began to blow against Yamcha as he was walking, Yamcha would have enjoyed it, if random garbage didn?t begin flying into him.
?Great, just great!? Thought Yamcha to himself as he continued to walk, then suddenly a piece of paper and a plastic bag flew into his face.
Yamcha angrily yanked the garbage off his face, and as he was about to throw it to the ground, an image on the paper caught his eye.
?Hmm, what?s this?? he asked himself as he began to examine it. ?A worlds martial art tournament. I could get some serious money if I become champ.? A smile spread across Yamcha?s face.
?I could definitely win.? Yamcha thought to himself as he began to run home. ?When the people see me, they won?t know what hit them. Goodbye apartment, hello mansion!?
Edit: BTW thanks Pikkon and Bulma for helping out, and thank you 18 for replying to this.
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