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Geraad - February Edition

Geraad

"February Edition" 

       The Fight Association HQ had originally been built as a castle. Four huge stone walls with battlements on the top, manned by young dome fighter hopefuls. Geraad had had to take duty on those walls, but only a couple times. Kardigan insisted wall duty was not important enough for the heir of the Karies.

       Apparently, the original builders had run out of money once they finished the walls, and just set up shacks inside. A century later, when the Fight Association bought the building, they built a two story marble tower inside the walls that they called the Kepp. On each wall were two arched stained glass windows that were as tall as the walls. And on top was a small fight dome, used only for private Fight Association matches. Last time it was used, Geraad had heard, was a year ago when the Karents Brothers took on New Boston and Bossy. He never got a clear answer as to who won that match.

       On the path leading up to the Fight Association building was a line of bronze statues on either side, a statue for each champion. The first ones Geraad recognized, as they were the most recent. First was Bloody Jimmy, he received his statue when he went down for two years. If anything, the statue was larger then the man, but not the largest statue in the lines. About midway down, the statues were all huge, over fifteen foot giants. That was back when Growth Hormones were popular. But they went out of style when all the fighters were dying in their early twenties from oversized everything.

       Outside Headquarters were two fighters that Geraad knew. He had fought both of them, and won in both cases. The right was a fat fighter named Gigantor who tried to crush his opponents into submission. On the left was Hellion, and, as always, he had two giant lazer axes on his back, blades capable of cutting through any metal or tightened skin.

       "Ho Gambler," grumbled Hellion, a hand on one axe.

       "Heard you got a good knock from Bloody Jimmy," said Gigantor, a chicken leg in one hand, the rest of the bird in the other. "Surprise you move again so soon."

       "Hellion, Gigantor. I'm hear to talk to the Chairmoon."

       "Only those with permission from the Chairmoon get to set an appointment to meet with the Chairmoon at the nearest available time," said Hellion, smiling.

       "I think you will let me through," said Geraad, "or do I need to knock you to your arses first?"

       "Knock who?" roared Gigantor, squatting down in preparation for his signature Jump-and-Crush move. "Knock me? I knock you!"

       "Ho, Gigantor," said Hellion. "Before we start ripping you to pieces, Gambler, why don't you state your business, and if you got some business of any actual import, I'll pass it on to the Chairmoon."

       Geraad cleared his throat. He had hoped to tell only the Chairmoon, but these two buggers were going to cock that plan up. "I have cheating to report."

       "Cheating? That is a serious offense. I hope you weren't doing the cheating," said Hellion, "or maybe I hope you were, this way I can give these another try against The Gambler." He pulled one of the axes out from their sheath across his back.

       "We tell Chairmoon?" muffled Gigantor, with a face full of chicken.

       "Yeah, I'll do it." Hellion titled his head slightly. "Sir, I have The Gambler here, he is requesting an audience.

       "Yes, I told him he should make an appointment, but he said it was about cheating, so I thought I would let you know.

       "Right, okay, I'll send him in." Hellion straightened his neck. "He said to go on. Just go to the end, that's the Chairmoon's office."