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- FIGHT 3 - The Main Event |
SLAVE #420 | vs. | SLAVE #317 |
WARNING: SLAVE #420 IS A GRUESOME SIGHT TO BEHOLD. WE STRONGLY ADVISE THOSE THAT SUFFER FROM A WEEK STOMACHE TO LEAVE THE STADIUM OR VIEWING PLATFORMS. REMEMBER THAT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. |
The information flashed upon the various holoscreens that hung above the pit, which was a modest fifteen by fifteen meter 'grave' with six-meter walls and an electrified cage to contain the combatants. The vast majority of the white sand that covered the floor of the pit had been tainted red. Slowly, as the spectators took notice of the announcement the complacent arena once again began to stir in preparation for the main event. Most of them had come solely for this contest, it was rumored that someone had found a boy incapable of dying... that the slave was death incarnate. While some anxiously awaited the fight, there were some that had taken heed to the warning upon the screen and decided to wait and just hear about the outcome from someone. The noise level continued to rise until a single gunshot rang out signifying the start of the match... With powerful strides and a swagger uncommon to that of a slave emerged a tall dark-skinned male riddled with tattoos where the eyes could see. The man was a giant... broad shoulders, bulging arms, and hands large enough to grip an average sized human skull. His pants were clean and did not appear to have any scars that caught the eye, this slave had been well kept and rewarded. He made his way to the center of the pit and proceeded to turn in a full circle with his arms extended out from his body. It was as if he relished the attention... the moment... when he completed his turn, he was facing the entrance that housed his opponent. "Death has come from you poor slave..." said the slave with a tone that carried that same swagger that seemed to ooze from his very pores. "... but there is no need to hide... you're only further shaming yourself." Although, little did he know... that lurking within the shadows of the confines of that small cube was a true menace... the monster... "... poor slave... poor slave... poor slave..." The whisper was so faint that it failed to reach the ears of the man who sat muttering the words repeatedly. Lost within the realm of his mind the slave preferred to remain within the comfort of the shadows instead of the bright lights of the pit... though, as the cry of bloodlust from the crowd grew louder the slavers became impatient and eventually took action. Slim rods crackling with electricity emerged from various holes within the small confines driving the reluctant combatant out of the shadows and into the light... The crowd fell silent as a few hundred eyes fell upon the creature that stood hunched over before them. Many questioned if it were even a man... The sound of three sharp cracks came from the beast as he rolled his head upon his shoulders in an effort to loosen his neck... two more came forth as he rose from his crouched position and arched his back. As he straightened out his silver eyes were towards the sky, ignorant to the crowd and the man standing before him preparing to end his life. None of that mattered though... because he was not locked inside of his prison. The box was a horrible thing to suffer through for even a day... now imagine twenty years... only to be removed two or three times a year for this very reason. To Kill. "Come for me?... COME FOR ME!" The deep guttural cry of the smaller, yet unmistakably more menacing of the two beings filled skies and further intensified the utter silence of the masses. What followed was something that no one expected... "BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" His maniacal laughter continued well into his advance as he bound forward with rapid strokes of his legs to close the gap between them. As the distance grew smaller, the slave dropped his torso and preceded forward in a gait similar to some kind of animal... hands and feet carried him forward at a brisk pace. Just before reaching the stunned warrior before him, the beast drew up two handfuls of the coarse sand below and launched them at his opposition. Following up with a series of kicks and punches to the man's sides, thighs, and head... he was ruthless... though, not all things could be this easy for him. It was not until he smacked into the ground with a sickening thud that his mind finally relinquished itself to the darkness and he lets that last shred of humanity slip away. Still attempting to suck air into his lungs the animal rolls and slowly rights himself, only to end up with a boot from his opponent colliding squarely with his ribcage sending him reeling. As he lay there, clutching his left side and gasping for breath... the dark-skinned warrior took the opportunity to bask in the glow of the enchanted crowd... his crowd. |
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