"Laaadies and geeentlemen, welcome to the thirty-first annual Underground Fighting Tournament!" shouted the announcer. "Our first two contestants are nearly ready to enter the arena!" he said.
Choose a nickname?, Johnny thought.
"Alright, I'll go with..." said Johnny
He wrote down his nickname on the piece of paper, and handed it to the thin lady sitting behind a desk.
"Thank you, contestant Hollywood." she said.
Spectator's Seating:
"Mochi choose a spot already." said Hollow, while she rolled her eyes.
"Okay, okay, give me a second. Let's sit here." said Mochi.
Their view was very good to say the least. They weren't quite in the front but since they were highly elevated it didn't really matter. Both of them, despite being quite short, could get a bird's eye view of the whole arena.
"This is the first tournament that the boss has personally shown up for in over eleven years. Can you believe that?" said a spectator sitting behind Mochi and Hollow.
This could be important, I should eavesdrop, thought Mochi.
"Yeah man, I heard he never leaves his manor unless it's serious business." said another spectator, responding to the other.
"It's a shame we can't watch all the fights today. I wish the boss would ease the workload." said the first spectator. "After all, it's a special day today." he added, while a smile crept on his face.
"I hate having to visit the manor, it never stops raining over there." said the second spectator. After speaking, he took a sip of his beer.
"Hey, let's go get some more beer. I just ran out." said the second spectator.
"Sure, it's on you though." responded the first spectator.
A manor surrounded by a never ending rainfall?, thought Mochi.
Arena:
"Alright spectators, it seems our contestants are ready!" shouted the announcer. "Our first contestant is riddled with scars," he said. "He has spiky blue hair and a movie-star personality." he added. "Laaadies and geeentlemen, here comes Johnny "High Roller" Hollywood."
The crowd screamed and cheered, and cameras flashed as Johnny made his entrance.
Johnny couldn't help but smile and wave at all the spectators. He even winked at a few, while shaking the hands of those who were on the same floor as the arena itself.
I'm such a genius for coming up with High Roller, thought Johnny.
"And against the High Roller we have Jack "The Headless Horseman." said the announcer. After catching his breath he spoke again, "This is quite the unfortunate matchup for High Rollers debut. As many of you know, Jack has never lost a single fight in this tournament." said the announcer.
As Jack approached the arena, the crowd was silent. Not a single cheer, nor a boo. It was dead silent. The nickname wasn't a lie. Jack had no head, instead he had a jack 'o lantern where his head should be. He was covered from neck to toe in purple armor that looked impossible to penetrate.
Johnny cracked a smile while the assistants wrapped his hands in white bandages. There were no boxing gloves in this tournament. This was a fight to the death.
Jack entered the arena and the assistant handed him his sword. His sword was bright orange with a purple hilt. Everyone could immediately sense how sharp it was. A stab from this sword in the wrong place could easily prove fatal.
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