The Stadium surrounding the
tournament grounds was filled with screaming spectators. The scoreboard on the
wall of the arena was divided into two halves. ‘The End of the World Club’ had
five boxes on their half and ‘Not the Clan you’re looking for’ Had five on
their half. In the overseers private box Volnado got up out of his chair and
stepped forward to the edge of the balcony. “Welcome to the tenth match of
round one!” His voice echoed throughout the stadium. “This fight is between The
End Of The World Club and Not The Clan You’re Looking For!”
The stadium goes crazy cheering. Wainwright
leans over to Shizaboom and whispers. “You can go about your business.” He
joked.
Shizaboom laughed. “Move along,
Move along.” Was his reply.
Volnado glances over his shoulder
at them. “I hate you both.” He growled before turning back to the crowd as ‘Not
The Clan You’re Looking For entered the arena from gate on their side. Volnado
looked to the gate on the other side and saw no one there. He smiled. “The End
Of The World Club is called to the arena.” His voice boomed out across the
entire zone now. The spectators went silent, everyone was staring at the open,
empty gate. “The End Of the World Club must present themselves in the arena or
be disqualified!” His voice echoed again across the entire zone. A predatory
smile on his face. “Five.” The audience was on the edge of their seats. “Four”
Shizaboom leaned over the railing to get a better look at the gate entrance. “Three.”
Volnado gripped the railing hard enough to turn his knuckles white. “Two”
The End of The World Club
practically exploded into the arena they were running so fast. “We’re here!”
Stygian shouted, his voice echoing throughout the arena.
Blackout looked at the countdown
timer under their clan name. He pointed at the ‘2’. “And we made it a whole
second earlier than we planned.” He said with a smile.
Bob shook her head. “That’s not
possible! Everything always stops at one second! We screwed up guys!” She threw
her hands in the air in mock frustration.
The Matriarch shrugged her shoulders. “We
could always go out and come back in.”she said.
Bob shook her head. “Noooo, what’s
done is done.”
“ENOUGH!” Volnado shouted. The
spectators and both teams looked up at Volnado in his private box. “This is a
simple death match.” He growled. His voice echoing through the stadium only
now. Last team with a living member moves on to round two. When the bell rings,
the match begins.” He finished his speech and dropped angrily into his chair.
The two clans face off. All five
members of Not the Clan You’re Looking For are staring at The Matriarch in
disbelief. The bell rings out through the arena. No one moves, The Matriarch is
single handedly staring the other clan down in a standoff. She glares down the
line keeping each player frozen in fear, None of them wanting to be the first
to die to the legendary warrior. The stands are dead silent as well, no one
wants to miss the first move. Which happens to be Trart Mowing down the other
team from right to left in one sweeping motion.
He lets the trigger go and the
smoke clears he sees the rest of his team looking at him. “What?” He asks.
The signs all over the arena
flash “THE END OF THE WORLD CLUB WINS!!!” in big block letters with colorful
backgrounds.
Stygian points at the line of
dead opposing players. “What the hell Trart!?” He nearly shouts.
Trart shrugged. “Volnado said ‘when
the bell rings’. The bell rang, what’s the problem?” He asked.
Stygian shook his head. “That
wasn’t exactly fair.” He chastised. As the group walked out of the arena.
“Fair?” Trart asked in confusion.
“I don’t remember anything about ‘fair’ in the rules. All I remember was ‘everyone
tries to kill each other like civilized people after the ding noise. Bob
laughed. “Did a bell make a ding noise? Did everyone except me stand around
like a brain dead moron? Did I win the match?” Trart asked. The Matriarch
coughed suggestively. “With assistance from the Matriarch of course.” He
amended his statement.
