Name: Apollo Justice

Vehicle: Bike (Yes, Apollo is riding a bike; and yes, that bike is literally named 'Bike'. We urged Apollo to pick a more creative name for his vehicle, but he was steadfast in his refusal, stating, "Giving a bike that I've ridden every day since high school some epic name in an attempt look cool is about as effective as trying to impress your friends by getting Mr. Wright to play the piano for them.")

Vehicle Armor: 1/5 (If it wasn't bad enough that this vehicle provides little protection if any, it's being operated by someone with Apollo's disposition. Think about it: Apollo is constantly ridiculed by friends and enemies alike, is forced to assist his boss' daughter in her terror-filled magic shows against his free will, and lost both his best friend and foster father within the course of a year. What does the poor man have to live for?)

Vehicle Speed: 1/5 (Do you honestly think Apollo will be peddling anywhere quickly with those stumpy legs of his? Don't glare at us like that, Apollo, you know it's true.)

Handling: Very Tight (Apollo may deserve ridicule for his ridiculous hairstyle and deafeningly loud voice, but give the man some credit. He's at least capable of turning a bike.)

Special Attack: 5/5 (Chords of Steel- Using his infamously loud voice, Apollo creates a shockwave that deals tremendous damage to surrounding enemies, as well as a barrier that protects him from most attacks.)

Bio: I'm Apollo Justice, and I am not fine…! Oh, come on! My voice isn't that loud…! Ok, I'll tone it down. See, this is the sort of stuff I have to deal with on a daily basis, along with practically never getting paid and people making fun of my hair every chance they get. Well, after today, at least one of those things will change for the better.


After overcoming the many dangers and challenges posed by his opponents, Apollo Justice has emerged from Debauched Steel victorious, winning the opportunity to wish for anything he could possibly desire. All that's left for him to do is meet with Kristoph Gavin, the host of Debauched Steel and his first mentor- a task more daunting to the young attorney than anything that the competition could throw at him.

"Congratulations on your victory, Mr. Justice. From the moment we first me, I always knew that you were a cut above the rest." Kristoph warmly states with a tone of absolute sincerity.

"Thanks… Mr. Gavin." Apollo hesitantly replies as he nervously ruffles his 'horns'.

"Come now, Apollo, we're far from strangers. There's no need for you to act so distant."

"Wait. You don't hate me?" The red-cladded attorney asks with a puzzled look.

"Whatever do you mean, Apollo? For what reason would I have to feel any sort of animosity towards you?" Kristoph responds with his usual calm grin.

"Well, I'm the reason that you were… you know… sent to jail." Apollo reluctantly states, nervous as to what repercussions he would face by reminding his former mentor of their rocky past.

"Rest assured, Apollo, you're not why I was convict of Shadi Smith's murder. Wright was…" Kristoph snarls, saying Phoenix's name with pure venom and hate in his voice. "You were merely doing your job in proving your client's innocence, and as your mentor at the time, I couldn't be any prouder. It's not your fault that your client was a despicable man whose lack of morals and civility are rivaled only by his inability to play the piano."

"Hold it!" Apollo yells, assertively pointing his finger at the host of Debauched Steel. "You're in no position to talk about morality after all the things you've done!"

"And yet Wright is?" Kristoph coolly states as he pushes his glasses up. "Sure, I may have killed a man, but at least I can admit it. But Wright, on the other hand, walks around as if he has done no wrongs."

"I agree with you that Mr. Wright is no saint, especially after all the things he's let Trucy do to me, but at least he didn't try to poison a man and his daughter!"

"My, my, Mr. Justice. That's quite the heavy claim. Do you have any definitive evidence linking me to the poisoning of the Mishams?" Kristoph smirks with crossed arms.

"Not directly, but-"

"But nothing." The demented host curtly states, wasting no time in ending his former protégé's argument before it could even begin. "Granted, you may have bested me and acquitted Ms. Misham of murdering her father, but you only did so through the aid of a jury of slack-jawed plebeians- mindless sheep that Wright herded into that courtroom with his sinister siren's song to further his malevolent plan to reclaim his badge at my expense."

"Objection! You and I both know that Mr. Wright didn't forge that diary page! He would never stoop so low to win a case!" Apollo proclaims with a fierce glare, causing his former mentor to burst out into a fit of laughter. "What's so funny?"

"I'm… I'm sorry, Mr. Justice…" Kristoph snickers as he slowly regained his composition. "I just find it so humorous that just moments ago, you were so consumed by fear about the fateful trial that ended our relationship as teacher and student, yet you forgot all about the key piece of evidence that sealed my fate. And judging by that anxious look in your eyes, you know exactly what I'm talking about: the bloody ace." The demented host smirks upon noticing how his former protégé's eyes had widened.

"That was an entirely different situation! Mr. Wright only forged that playing card because it was the only way to reveal the truth behind your crimes, not because he was looking to deceive the court!"

"Regardless of his intentions, that doesn't change the fact that Wright forged evidence to serve his goals and then forced it on a naïve, idealistic attorney- making him no less evil than me."

"But-"

"Tell me, Apollo, what if the prosecutor for that case was actually competent? What do you think would have happened to you if they decided to press charges against you for presenting forged evidence in a court of law? Do you believe that they'd accept your explanation of Wright 'trying to find the truth'?" Kristoph sneers.

"Well, I… I don't think that they would be too harsh on me…" Apollo reluctantly states, a few beads of cold sweat dripping down his brow as his posture became hunched.

"Oh, on the contrary, your fate would have been identical to Wright's- the BAR Association voting to disbar you, stripping you of your livelihood despite my valiant attempts to clear your name. All the while, Wright would use his connections within the Prosecutor's Office to acquit himself and move on with his life, leaving you to deal with the fallout of his devious scheme." Kristoph responds with a look of contempt before reverting back to his normal grin, satisfied in his victory over his former protégé. "But now that we've cleared the air on this matter, let's move onto why you're standing before me off the side of the road in the first place: claiming your prize for winning Debauched Steel. So Mr. Justice, what is your wish? Making you taller? Giving you a less embarrassing hairstyle? Getting people other than me to actually like you?"

"None of those things, Mr. Gavin." Apollo says with a shake of his head.

"That's a relief, especially in regards to the lattermost suggestion. Sure, I may possess great powers that allow me to bend reality at will and to see into universes beyond our own, but even that task would be nigh impossible for me." Kristoph sneers, much to Apollo's disdain.

"Ha ha, people don't like me." The horn-headed attorney sighs in exasperation. "Look Mr. Gavin, if you're trying to get me upset, then you're going to have to try something else. Practically everyone that I deal with on a daily basis has used that line of insults so often that I've been desensitized to it."

"Oh, this hatred of you is quite real, Apollo. In fact, in the universe that created the video game series that is our world, fans claim that in regards to you, and I quote, 'The guy is really vain, constantly fretting about his appearance and trying to coin puns and nicknames about himself. He is also really aggressive and unprofessional, lacking the ability to keep a lot of his sarcasm to himself.'; as well as, 'His game ruined the Phoenix Wright character I came to love and replaced him with a dull, stuck-up, annoying bracelet-loving jerk.'; and let's not forget my personal favorite of the bunch, 'Apollo looks like a monkey, has awkward body language, and is already ten times stupider than Phoenix ever was when he was green. His hair is freaking atrocious.'"

"Well, as much as those comments helped to boost my already-low self-esteem, they have nothing to do with my wish. I just want a living salary." Apollo wryly states with crossed arms.

"Wright barely pays you?"

"Oh, I'm lucky if I get paid. You know how much I got for my first case working for Mr. Wright? A bowl of noodles! And not just any noodles, Eldoon's noodles- the ones that the city put out all of those warning for about how two bowls contain enough salt to kill a man!"

"Is that so…?" Kristoph snickers, a hint of glee present in his voice at discovering yet another reason why his despised nemesis is the Devil incarnate.

"Mr. Gavin, if I wanted to lie, do you think I'd be saying stuff that makes me look even more pathetic than I already am?" Apollo dishearteningly states, his 'horns' drooping like wilting leaves on a palm tree.

"Well, in that case, who am I to deny you this wish?" Kristoph replies with a sinister grin.

The demented host raises his arms in the air, causing bolts of electricity to stream between his hands, emitting a blinding light. When the light diminishes, the young attorney flashes Kristoph a confused look when he notices that nothing has changed.

"Um, so how is this going to work? Are you going to send me a check every week no matter what, or are you going to pay me some amount that varies based on how much I make during the course of the work week?"

"Look up." Kristoph calmly states, pointing a single finger skyward.

"Ok, but I don't see how… Holy mother of God!" Apollo shrieks as looks up to see a massive mound of pennies, dimes, and quarters plummeting right at him.

Though thankfully, the horn-headed attorney was able to jump out of the way before the sheer quantity of pocket change could crush him.

"What the hell, Mr. Gavin!? Were you trying to crush me?!" Apollo yells, glaring daggers at his former mentor who maintains his calm, collected exterior as he shakes his head.

"Mr. Justice, I may be a murderer, but I am a man of class. I would never reduce myself to something as barbaric as crushing someone under a pile of coins. However, I can't say the same about the money itself…" Kristoph notes with a sinister grin as the mound of coins starts to shake before forming into a colossal bipedal creature that towers above even the mightiest of skyscrapers in Los Angeles.

"Mr. Gavin… What is that?" Apollo asks as he stares up at the coin colossus with saucer-sized eyes filled with terror.

"Why, that's a living wage, Apollo- the thing that you wished for." The twisted host nonchalantly states with crossed arms.

"I wished to receive enough money to live a decent life with, not some hulking metal beast! This isn't fi-"

Apollo is suddenly interrupted by the coin creature slamming its humungous foot on top of him, crushing the horn-headed attorney into a bloody stain.

"You know the old saying, Mr. Justice: More money, more problems." Kristoph sneers before turning to the camera. "I am Kristoph Gavin, and I thank you for watching Debauched Steel."


A/N: I would like to thank kittylover05 for submitting the idea for this chapter.