Bruce was laying down in his bed, enjoying his beyond large tv. He decided to go check out the rest of the planet. He got dressed, changed, and freshened up. He then picked up his new watch from his nightstand. He pressed a button and a small hologram of Scrapper 142 was hovering above the watch.
"Hi," Scrapper 142 greeted. "What's up."
"Hey...I...was wandering if you didn't mind showing me around the planet today," Bruce told her. "If you're busy or don't feel like it or whatever then it's cool. I'm sorry for disturbing you."
"No, no, no," Scrapper 142 told him. "It's fine. I wasn't doing anything at the moment. I'll love to show you around. I'll be there in..." Scrapper 142 teleported in. "Now."
"Whoa, how did you do that?" Bruce asked astonished. "Teleportation has always been science fiction. A myth!"
"Not here on Sakaar," Scrapper 142 told him. "This place isn't called the most technologically advanced planet in the universe for nothing. You ready?"
"Yeah, I'm all ready to go," Bruce told her. "Let's go."
Bruce and Scrapper 142 spent the whole day laughing, smiling, and just enjoying each other company. They made their way to the dungeons of the palace.
"What's this place?" Bruce asked.
"This is the dungeons," Scrapper 142 answered. "For the no-gooders."
"You mind if I take a peek inside?" Bruce asked.
"You sure?" Scrapper 142 asked. "We can take a stroll to this amazing restaurant. It's right down here. Come on."
"It'll be a minute," Bruce told her. "I won't be long."
"Fine," Scrapper 142 gave in. "I'll wait here."
"Ok," Bruce told her.
Bruce turned, leaving Scrapper 142, making his way to the dungeon, passing some guards who kindly let him pass after they realized who he was.
Bruce walked in, looking around to dozens of alien misfits sitting on the floor. "Hello."
Korg, a alien being made entirely out of rock, spoke. "Hey, man. I'm Korg. I'm kind of the leader in here. I'm made of rock. But don't let that intimidate you, unless you're a pair of scissors. "
"Hi, my name's Bruce," Bruce told him. "I'm new here."
"Yeah, I haven't seen you around before," Korg told him. "Then again, I don't see much of anything anymore on the account that I'm in prison."
"Yeah, I kind of crashed landed here," Bruce told him.
"But...how come you're not imprisoned like us?" Korg asked.
"Imprisoned?" Bruce asked. "Why would I be imprisoned like you. I didn't commit any crimes."
"Neither did we," Korg told him. "Only crime we committed was crash-landing on this God forsaken planet. He forced us to fight in his Contest of Champions and then locked us up here."
"He?" Bruce asked. "Who?"
"The Grandmaster," Korg answered.
"What, no, he's a lunatic but he wouldn't do that," Bruce told him.
"Oh, yes he would," Korg told him. "He may seem like this nice crazy guy who loves having fun but inside he's a monster. He's vicious. Ruthless. Cruel. And so are his followers."
"Followers?" Bruce asked.
"Topaz, he's right hand woman," Korg told him. "The guards. That girl who drinks too much... uh... Scrapper 142! They're all monsters!"
Bruce froze when he heard the name. He had taking a liking to her, even though they had just met, he felt a special connection with her. He kept hoping that Korg was wrong about her.
"But...wait." Bruce barely managed say. "How come I'm not locked up in here with the rest of you."
"My guess is because you're the champion," Korg told him. "The Grandmaster will do anything to keep his champion comfortable. But the moment you get beaten, you'll get booted off here with us."
"Why don't you just bust out?" Bruce asked.
"Impossible as long as we have these damned things on our necks," Korg told him. Korg pointed at the disks on his neck. "Obedience Disks. Whenever someone tries to escape, The Grandmaster has them shocked."
Scrapper 142 walked in, smiling at Bruce, turning around at Korg and rest of the prisoners, hiding her glare from Bruce. Korg and the rest of the prisoners quickly silenced, looking down in fear. She then turned back to Bruce. "Hey, I've been standing outside for over 20 minutes. You ready?"
"Yeah...I'm ready," Bruce told her, still trying to take in what he just heard.
"Good," Scrapper 142 told him. "Let's check out that restaurant I was telling you about."
Scrapper 142 walked out, leaving. Bruce followed shortly behind her, before he turned to Korg one last time.
"Protect yourself," Korg told him.
With that, Bruce left, feeling completely confused on what to believe.
