The sound of a horn bellowed like a war cry, and I saw a humanoid figure running towards the ring. In that moment, I realized the only thing the viewers wanted—senseless action—and nothing more. And I would hate them for that. I would resent my measly five viewers as they became excited for the violence that was about to happen. Perhaps I wouldn’t give them what they wanted? I dropped the axe I was holding in rebellion against my viewers and everyone else in the arena.
When the fuck did I have an axe in my hand?
My head felt cloudy, and my vision was blurred. Perhaps the arena was messing with me at every turn, or maybe I didn’t like the lights and attention. I took a few steps back and braced myself against the rope, wrapping my arms around it. Although I didn’t want to fight back, I wasn’t going to let this guy kill me easily. My whole body was shaking, and I felt as if I couldn't breathe. He made his way into the ring but was still fifty yards away from me. I was trying to make the fight as boring for the viewers as possible, and it was working. I heard a chant.
This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.
“This is bullshit.” The voices swept through the whole arena like a virus. Then I listened to the booing and jeering of the crowd.
My fighting partner looked at me with hate. He wrapped himself around the rope and pushed back as hard as he could. I felt my side of the rope pick up the slack from the other side. I let go of the rope immediately. What the hell is he doing?
To my amazement, the guy was wearing nothing but a loincloth, and he shot himself like a slingshot. I swear that I saw fire around his body as he—
[Holy shit! Ronnie Roades just Super Punched Gallagher out of the ring by using the rope to slingshot his way across fifty yards. All in the first thirty seconds of the match. What a turn of events. Gallagher will surely lose viewers for that poor debut showing. Ronnie has three minutes until the next challenger appears. Give that guy a microphone, it’s time for a promo!]
I could hear the crowd chanting.
“This is awesome.” Repeatedly.
Something was terribly wrong. I couldn’t see anything. It was pitch black, and I couldn’t feel anything either. It was as if I were in some type of limbo.
Am I dead?
Is Gallagher Dead?
