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Ok Boppers. I have done the name in the hat thing to draw the contestants out and you 3 are the ones i drew out .

The Rules are: You have to finish your story by the deadline and your story has to link in with your theme i give you. It can be as long as u like, and 2 will go through, so the worst one will go out.

Ok. It's simple. now it's up to you.

The Theme title is: only the strongest will survive

The deadline is Wednesday at 4pm British time.

Good Luck

Looks like I'm up against some good writers here.
Anyway, good luck to both of you, and hopefully the three of us put on a good show.  8)

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Only the Strongest Will Survive.

“RIFFS!” Masai yelled out across the back room of the Riffs’ gambling club.
“YEAH RIGHT!” Myself and another half-dozen wannabe-Riffs yelled back.
“Why are you here?” Masai asked.
“We wanna be Riffs.” Some guy stood behind me yelled.
“But are we going to let you be Riffs just because you wanted to?” Masai asked.
“No.”
“That’s true, we are not,” Masai nodded. “If you want to be a Riff you must undergo a vigorous training process. Now, take one of these jackets and place them over your current clothes.”
A Riffs Lieutenant appeared and began handing us a vest each.
“Who are the Pelham Dominators?” The guy right on the end, who had received his jacket first, asked.
“You seven men,” Masai replied. “Now, do you know whose turf we are currently on?”
“The Turnbull ACs’.” Some guy a few places to the left of me said back.
“Indeed we are,” Masai nodded. “Now, the Turnbulls are one of the heaviest sets in the city, and they definitely don’t take kindly to people marching through their territory. Which you ‘Pelham Dominators’ are doing.”
The Lieutenant came to me and handed me my jacket. It was navy blue with a streak of orange down either side; a horrible colour combination. I turned the jacket around and there it was, in a large white font: ‘Pelham Dominators’. I shrugged and slipped the jacket over my black T-shirt as the guys around me did the same.
“The time is just before 8pm; you have until the deadline to go out of that door and collect as much money as you can. The deadline will not be specified here, although I will say a particular song will come on the radio at that time. I’m sure you have all heard the song by that man Joe Walsh: ‘In the City’; when you hear that you must head back here as quickly as you can. If anyone is not back five minutes after that song is played, you will be presumed wrecked. Now, be careful out there; the Turnbulls are always on the prowl and only the strongest of you will survive on these mean streets. Now go.”
The other six guys turned and jockeyed to get out of the door. I waited patiently until the last one had left before heading out and inspecting my surroundings.

Here's part two.  8)

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I was stood in a back alley. To the right of me was a fence, ad beyond that was the main street. To the left was a car; a pretty new model in dark yellow. I walked slowly towards it, keeping my eyes up ahead and only glancing at the car from the corner of my eye every so often. I got alongside the car and at the last moment swung my left elbow out, smashing the window on the drivers’ side. I continued walking; that way I could run as soon as I heard an alarm. There was no alarm, however, so I turned and walked back towards the car, before reaching inside and beginning to pull out the screws keeping the radio in place. I worked one out, and then a few seconds later a second. Another half a minute later and I had the car radio in my hands. I headed off down the alley and headed across a bridge above the subway. I came off the bridge and ahead of me there was a park. I took a seat on one of the benches and began playing with the radio. I tried the ‘On/Off’ button but got no luck. I then tried every button on the front, but to no avail. I tried messing around with the wires on the back, but still it wouldn’t work. I threw it down on the ground in disgust. I should’ve known really; the radio would only get its power from the car battery.
I stood up and headed out of the park, making sure that there were no Turnbulls about first. I darted across the street in a crouched run, and found myself in front of a fence. I got over it with ease, and turned left - it looked as though there was an electronics store; chances are I’d find a radio in there. I walked up the door and gently tried to push it, although it was locked. I looked to the left and then the right of me, before beginning to work on picking the lock. I did manage to pick it, but I must’ve done something wrong, because the alarm began going off. I ran into the store and grabbed a radio, but then a noticed the cash register sitting there on the counter. I placed the radio on the floor and then launched a kick at the register, knocking it to the floor. I heard a thunk as it hit the floor, followed by a ching as the register opened. I smirked and went through the register, pulling out note-after-note. I shoved them all in my jean pockets, before heading out of the store and heard the sound of running feet. I quickly darted into the shadows as three pigs ran past and checked out the store.
“Man, there’s nothing here.” One of the cops complained.
“Yeah, but someone has been here,” This cop sounded quite young. “Check out the register.”
“Ah well,” The third cop said, twirling his nightstick. “Ain’t nothing we can do now. Just lock it back up.”
The younger cop did so, and the trio headed off, as I began counting through my dough.

Final part. Was meant to have another few parts after this, but nobody else seems to be posting. 

Anyway, good luck to the both of you.  8)

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I counted up 76 bucks; not a bad haul seeing as I’d only been out of the club around 20 minutes. I also managed to get the radio working and tuned into the right station, but I couldn’t sit here listening to it; I had to go collect some more cash.
I headed out of the dark spot and into the alley. I figured I’d head out onto the street and get a better idea of where the shops were. I took jumped back over the fence and peaked around the corner - it looked clear. I headed down the street, keeping close to the wall. I then heard shouts coming from one of the alleys.
“Gonna soldier through here again?” A menacing voice said.
“Of course he won’t,” A second voice said. “We’ve wrecked his ass.”
I took a look down the alley and saw a group of Turnbulls beating on a single guy. A got a flash of orange and blue and was torn between ignoring him and continuing - leaving less competition - or helping this poor sucker. I finally made my mind up and turned into the alley.
“Hey dicks, wanna mess with me?” I yelled down, garnering the attention of the ACs.
“Get him!” One of them yelled, and I waited before they were several metres away from the guy before turning and running myself - radio in hand. I headed down the street - the pounding of boots on the sidewalk all around me - before taking a sharp left turn and jumping down the stairs leading to the subway. I heard a rumble as a train appeared out of the tunnel, but I still ran and jumped in front of the train onto the other platform - the train only a few inches short of hitting me. I looked around for a way out of the subway and noticed a construction box underneath a ledge to the left of me. I threw my radio onto the top of it, before leaping up and catching my fingers on it. A bottle the whizzed past me and smashed on the box only inches away from me - the train had gone and the Turnbull were rushing across the tracks to get me. I used all of my strength to pull myself up and make off with the radio as a brick ad another bottle narrowly missed me. I headed across the bridge and into the park again, sitting down on the same bench I had earlier.
“Hey dude, you want some paint?” A voice whispered to me from the shadows.
“No,” I stood up and headed over to the guy. “But you’ve got something else I want.”
“What’s that?” He replied in a rasping voice.
“Just a sec.” I replied, placing my radio on the floor.
“Hey, don’t try any shi-” BANG! I hit him with an elbow to the temple, before grabbing him and smashing his head against my right knee. He went down to his knees and I put his lights out with a roundhouse kick that smashed into the side of his head and put him on the floor with a nasty gash in the side of his head.
I quickly went through his pockets and brought out around 50 bucks. I also found a gym bag with his paint in and got another 20 dollars - meaning I had around 150 bucks in total. I moved the guy into the shadows further, before sitting down and listening to my radio.

“...my back against the wall. Nothing grows and life ain’t very pretty.”

Goddamnit! I had missed a lot of the song already! I jumped to my feet and ran out of the park and across the bridge, leaving my radio behind me. I came back to the car I had stolen from earlier and was shocked to see some guy almost at the door of the Riffs’ gambling club. Without thinking I picked up a nearby glass bottle and threw it at him, catching him in the side of the head. He went down to his knees and I began sprinting. I made it to the door and punted the guy in the side of the head to put him down on the floor before knocking. Some guy opened the door and I opened my mouth to explain who I was, but he opened the door before I could say anything. I walked in and Masai was waiting with a few of his Lieutenants. He smirked as I handed him the money.
“My scouts have been telling me you’ve done pretty well out there,” He nodded. “Looks like you gonna have to exchange that vest for our colours...”
“Chase.” I finished the sentence for him, before breaking into a grin. I was a Gramercy Riff, baby!

Dud is through to the final because the others didn't post.

The deadline is now tommorow

Congrats on going through. Um and i don't know if this can happen, but i think there needs to be a like an email notifier thing of when a topic you posted on, gets a reply or something like that, cuz i would have competed i just didn't know i was in fact competing.