Within the recent weeks, The Emperor of Noxus has succumbed to an illness and left the throne empty. Now many dictators wage political yet underhanded warfare against one another for leadership. Noxus was in need of a true leader. One that carried t...
Like he normally does, Jerome gets us front row seats. The dude refuses to settle for anything less. With the money he makes at his job, it makes him less worrisome about costs. Who would've thought making scented candles pays so much. Then again, there is way more of a hassle then you'd think there is. I don't envy him. He can stick to his candles.
Y/N: So who's on the Deadmeat list this time?
Jerome: Today's match is gonna be between Fon Hindu the Martial Artist and Hrothgar the Animal.
Y/N: Oh! So a giant furry vs some Ionian boxer.
Jerome: Crass but accurate. Who you betting on?
Y/N: How many times do I gotta tell you that I don't bet. I'll lose to much money for no reason. Doesn't help that some of the matches are rigged. Fucking shitty storylines.
Jerome: You could win a lot of money from yours truly.
He just wants me to owe him again. If he paid my bills I wouldn't mind as much but since he doesn't, I just give him the middle finger. He rolls his eyes before returning them to the sands below. The big guy Hrothgar comes out first. Strangely enough, Hrothgar is the name of his species. A bunch of big cat people. They're not Vastayan's nor are they Neko's. How many cat species is on this god forsaken rock? Hrothgar was quite large and was sporting a bunch of scars on his grey body. Some were covered by his black fur though.Next up with Fon Hindu who was this semi-muscular Ionian with a bald head. Like most gladiators, he didn't wear any upper body armor or much of it.
These two had been feuding for a couple of months now and like most feuds, it involves a championship title. Fucking lame storyline that's been done to death at this point. As they go to exchange words, I begin tuning it out and summon a weapon from my arsenal.
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Ah yes! My little Lionheart. One of the more unique weapons of my collection as it draws in mana from the surrounding area to create bullets and cartridges. Even for a gunblade, she weighs about 12 kilograms which is pretty heavy but I collect and use heavier weapons. This thing is my go to for versatility. I can even create shields with this thing using specific barrels on the hilt. Supposedly, it was the Hrothgar who developed these types of gunblades.
Jerome: Dude! Are you even listening!?
Y/N: I was suppose to listen?
Jerome: Yeah! Fon Hindu declared they were gonna battle-
Y/N: At that major sports event that everyone and their mother knows about? Of course he'd do that.
All of sudden lightning struck the highest point in the arena. The second time it struck, a masked man was standing where it was. The people cheered like crazy cause this was one of the big names in Noxus. The wise and fair dictator and master of the arena, Jack of Blades.
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As the people cheers which gave me a slight headache and a wish to be deaf, Jack waved to all the people. Then he held his hand up high, silencing the people.
Jack: It is a pleasure to see you all again this day. As you all know, Emperor Boram Darkwill's passing has affected many things in our great country. We have all wept at his passing but now is a time for celebration! Mourn not our great leader any longer but rejoice in his ascension to the heavens where he so rightfully belongs! May this showing here today act as tribute to his name! For The Emperor!
Everyone: For The Emperor!
The crowd cheers once more though this time it was even louder. He really knows how to work a crowd. Just as the fighting started, nature came knocking to I put Lionheart away and get up.
Jerome: Bailing already? You do this every time.
Y/N: I don't decide when to take a piss, I just decide the location. Also, these are my good pants.
He shakes his head and I hop up the stairs and into the marketing area that every arena has. The highest grossing arena stars beneath Jack himself were Riven, Alistar and Draven. They each have had their feuds and all of them were pretty good. Mostly cause they know how to sell well and their mic work is outstanding. Draven was the generally the heel that can go from calm and collected to arrogant and crazy. He always had the most passionate victories to. Alistar was the face, the champion of the children. Heard he's basically a giant teddy bear outside the ring and has a good relationship with the two. Riven was more or less the third wheel but a good one. Often throwing a wrench into Draven's schemes and tag teaming him with Alistar. She had her moments of deceit though which may or may not have been a jab at manipulative women.
Might buy me a Alistar item before I leave. As I get into the restroom and let loose my urine, I couldn't help but overhear a conversation.
Rando Dude1: You hear that Markus got got man?
Rando Dude2: I heard he wasn't the only one. Somebody's been going on a killing spree lately and all the big names are under suspicion for em.
Rando Dude1: With all the higher ups trying to become the next Emperor, it wouldn't surprise me if none of them make it. Survivors will appear far to sus and if there are none, we'll be without some kind of rule maker.
Rando Dude2: Noxus would be up in flames if that happened. They probably need to catch this assassin before they try to get that throne.
Jeez, who could've killed a couple of minor politics and could potentially be working with the bigger bigger names? Couldn't be me. Once I'm done pissing, I go wash my hands like a clean individual, I head back out to my seating. On the way though, I walk past what I thought was myself. He looked pretty similar too me anyways. Guess my handsome doubles come here too. Hopefully out of free will and not a piece of shit friend. I would rather be jerking off than being here with Jerome and I haven't done that since senior high school. Speaking of dirty things, I think I'm gonna hit up the bar later this evening. Nothing like getting drunk on a free weekend.
I finally make it back to my seat and see that the two gladiators are still going at it.
Jerome: You missed the good stuff! Hrothgar-
Y/N: Sat on the arena spike? What a furry thing to do.
Jerome: Aye shut the fuck up! Hrothgar is a literal and figurative beast!
Y/N: That gets pushed 2 events a year cause his mic work is ass. Who cares if he sells well.
Jerome: I mean fair but-
Y/N: Oh my god, Hindu just shoryukened the big pussy!
Jerome: Wait what?!
He looks only to see that I was lying to him. Even if he did, I wouldn't have seen it either. I just wanted to end this conversation and get this over with.
Jerome: You're a fucking piece of shit, you know that?
