The Ranch

Dance Dance Resolution (1)

"Goooood morning! Is everyone ready for our first game?" The announcer, Simon D, cups his ears towards the crowd.

The crowd cheers in good fun, going along with the announcer's enthusiasm.

"We currently have four teams remaining." The giant virtual screens list the four names," Team Daleks, Team Poseidon, Team Gladiators, and Team Jörmungandr!"

The crowd erupts in cheer once more. The atmosphere is more turbulent than yesterday.

"Are our teams wondering what the first game is called?" A floating camera pans over all forty participants on the balcony. The balcony members are much calmer compared to the audience.

"Well, you'll have to keep wondering because this game's name will only be announced once the game starts!" This new information allows the audience to make a ruckus once more.

"You have one minute to pick three participants. Go!" The countdown appears on the screens, not giving the teams room to react.

Four groups of soldiers discuss in huddled circles.

"Instructor Henri should go in. I'll also volunteer myself and Kai should join us as well." Victor suggests.

"That'll make a fairly well rounded team. I agree." Sherlock nods.

Basile pipes in, "I'll go instead." He says this while looking at Victor," Get some rest in the corner before the next game." Only at Basile's comment are the other members reminded that Sherlock, Henri, and Victor got up early to organize the information.

They look towards Henri but he shakes his head," Don't Worry About Me Children." He gives them a smile that says 'should you really be worrying about me?'.

With that, it's decided. While the participants are being escorted inside, Simon D "speculates" with the commentators.

"Have any guesses as to what the game is about?"

"They're always odd-balls, if I recall correctly?" Private Scott ponders.

Major Jax confirms," Last time was an Easter egg hunt."

Getting the go from the staff, Simon D picks up momentum," Then you'd be correct, because this year's mystery game is a ･:*+.dance battle.:+!"

The arena's floor is revealed to be a flat dance floor approximately eighteen by eighteen feet.

"Three rounds, three random songs, each with a different genre. We'll play a clip of the song, then one of the three participants has to choose to fight in a one on one with that song. The winner will be picked by our guest judges."

The camera flicks to show three people standing on a separate balcony from the teams or commentators.

Three people stand side by side. A short man with toned muscles, a tall man with a square face, and a guy rocking a cheetah print jacket and gold sunglasses.

The man with a square face shows a relaxed smile, "Thank you for inviting us." It's polite but not overly so.

"Of course! The pleasure is all ours." Simon D exchanges courtesies with the man. "In case anyone is unfamiliar, these three are very influential instructors for an occupation we have called Dance Arts." Simon D is mostly explaining for the newbies in the audience that haven't seen everything that the island has to offer as of yet.

The announcer gestures towards the cheetah print man, "Would you like to take it from here?"

"Sure thing. Our Combat Arts seamlessly blends together different dance styles with the combat arts we have here on the island." Cheetah man nods upwards, passing it to the man next to him.

Square-faced man wearing baggy clothes picks up the speech," There's so many paths to take that everyone has their own unique techniques they forge over time. We as instructors help guide you along your journey." He nudges the foot of the short man, out of view from the hovering camera.

"But there's no need to over-complicate. The existence of the island's Dance Combat is to de-stress and have some fun while developing a deeper understanding of the combat arts you've chosen."

Simon D claps a round of applause," Well said. And can you each give a short introduction for the crowd?"

The short man lifts his hand in a waving gesture," Hello, I'm Louis. I specialize in B-boying and main wrestling."

"Yo, the name's James. I swing with Urban and Kung Fu." The lanky one gives the audience a two finger salute.

The last man takes off his gold sunglasses and folds them while taking, "You're welcome to call me Gilly, G-dog, and some guy's calling me Gilroy, what a dumbass name, am I right?" He gives a knowing smirk. Those in the know chuckle. " I've been splicing my weapon of choice, a flail, with House."

Those that aren't familiar, won't know, but these three aren't just anyone. They're top dogs in their community. So why are top dogs selling out in a tournament?

It's for the community, it's always for the community. There's a lot of small, unnoticeable occupations on the island that don't get a lot of attention and therefore don't get a lot of new member. So that's why they're here. To spread awareness, grow influence, and gather new member.

They gotta represent for their community, and they're proud to represent. There's a lot of respect for the well-known guys in the occupation. And only those that know how hard it is can really respect it, creating a tight community with a single commonality.

"If your interested, you can find us in the school zone." It's what they call the classrooms east of the cafeteria.