What made you a monster? Morgrim thought it was your actions, but if that were true, then maybe he wouldn't have received all the stares and ridicule. He couldn't help it. He was born this way. Both him and his brother, who was somewhere out there. Sometimes, Morgrim liked to convince himself that his brother would rescue him from the Hutts and their bloody pit fights. However, Morgrim knew that he was hoping in vain. No one was coming to rescue him.
No one shall break these chains but thyself. On that day, the Hutts will quiver at the sight of thine freedom!
With every passing day, freedom slowly became more and more of a foolish ambition. A cruel joke specifically designed just for the 'monster' of a man. Slowly and slightly, Morgrim began to find his situation more inevitable, trying to find comfort in his shackles. Slavery was a putrid thing wasn't it? Perhaps there was something to proud of? Surely being owned by a Hutt wasn't so bad?
"You're up, Beasty." Someone disturbed 'Beasty's' slumber. "Try anything stupid again for me, will yuh? I haven't shocked anyone in ages." The crackling of electricity that came from the escort's baton signaled for Morgrim to get a move on. The dusty and crammed corridors really made his size a lot more apparent. This little Weequay who thought he was so tough would snap like a toothpick if Morgrim could ever get his hands on him. The restraining collar around his neck withheld him from making any foolish choices, however. The shock was torturous.
"Same old Gamorreans, Beasty- Pork's your favorite right?" Morgrim didn't so much as smile. "Maybe you can use that tail of yours again. The crowd loved it last time-" Morgrim huffed and stopped, causing the guard to bump into him. "When these bonds are broken..." Morgrim craned his neck to look through the horns over his shoulder, glaring at the little Weequay. "So shall be your body." Then, he continued on, making his way towards the roaring of a crowd awaiting another gruesome show of strength. The announcer was already riling up the bastards who bet on the lives of others.
"In the north corner, we have Guuuung Ho!" Everyone cheered for the heavily armored Gamorrean. He was going to need it. But, the cheering stopped when a lady noticed Morgrim and shrieked. "And in the south corner we have none other than the fearsome, FELL-BEEEAAAST!" The cheering roared again as Morgrim stepped into the light. "Both contestants have yet to lose a match! Who will bend the knee first?! Will your Hero slay the Beast?!?"
Long have I awaited the Dawn. Long have I toiled in the Dusk. But if this be the Twilight of mine own life... Let it be the Night all will remember.
DING-DING!
"Match start!"
@Black Noise