Matches begin at 12:01 Central Standard Time tonight. Will the tournament Ghost become Clueless? Or will Clueless need to call the Ghostbusters for this one? Have fun!
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Matches begin at 12:01 Central Standard Time tonight. Will the tournament Ghost become Clueless? Or will Clueless need to call the Ghostbusters for this one? Have fun!
Barnabas could barely stay on his feet as the ship that had rescued him from that deserted island tossed and turned on the stormy seas. Thunder clapped after a flash of lightning came through the window.
I really hope this ship stays afloat, I really don't want to end on another deserted island, he thought as another wave crashed into the boat, which made the ship jolt to his left, which in turn sent him into the wall on his right. What's worse is that I was told that I would have to fight here. Lets hope that my opponent is no better on the choppy seas then I am. Barnabas continued on his way into the main hall where apparently his fight was to be.
Once he entered the hall, a crowed, that seemed just as bad in choppy waters as he was, wobbled around a cage where he suspected he would fight. Barnabas made his way to the cage which seemed to have no opening. However, once he touched the cage, the lights in the cage turned on and Barnabas found himself on the far side of the cage in the right corner.
I don't know what is going on, he thought as he looked around at the people outside the cage, but I guess I'm stuck here now. Barnabas then fell backwards as the ship lifted up and crashed into the waves again.
Life was not looking good for a certain farmer boy turned villain. Just a few weeks ago, he had been lured by an offer to sail the world in return for 'helping' out aboard the ship. Unfortunately for Clueless, he was learning two things the hard way. First of all, sailing was not for a land-loving farmer like him as smelly rejected remains of his lunch in front of him reminded him. More importantly, he should have asked what exactly was the job he was expected to do.
Maybe then Mark would have found out that the ship was really an entertainment ship for illegal fighting and betting. People would pay for seats at the ship to watch animals and people battle together even sometimes to the death for their enjoyment and betting. Already Clueless had been in a match they named “Farmer vs. Livestock”. Mark had managed to win against the fierce boar they set against him but his left arm had been badly ripped apart by the razor sharp teeth. Thankfully, the managers had done some healing but his arm was still very sore.
“You there! Get off your sorry ass! Your next fight is coming up. Lucky for you, it seems your opponent shares the common enemy of these rough seas,” the half-giant approached Clueless's cell. “Sigh, what a weakling. Couldn't even hold that soup in? Don't know what those recruiters were thinking when they picked you up. Well, crowd's in a nasty mood tonight. If you don't entertain them, they'll probably ask for blood so hope your arm is ready for a fight.”
Half escorting, half dragging the sick farmer, the half giant finally reached the opening of the cage. Shoving Mark's pitchfork in the farmer's hands, he pushed him through the entrance. “Hope you show us something better than that pitiful last match,” the guard splat as he closed the steel bars behind Clueless.
“Sorry for the delay but now we are finally ready for the next fight, ladies and gentlemen. In the one corner, we have the invisible man discovered on an unknown island. Who knows what kind of powers he might be able to show. In the other corner, we have a stupid land loving farmer who claims he wants to become an evil wizard. Ha! He was nearly beaten by a wild pig for those who were around a week ago. Bets are now open so feel free to place your bets. I'm suppose to be unbiased but really, these matchmakers need to find more fair matches if you ask me,” the announcer's voice rang out.
“Now, let's get this match started. Chant with me everyone,” the announcer continued.
“Fight, fight, fight, fight!” the bloodthirsty voices rang out in unison.
Clueless immediately started looking for his opponent. He didn't want to fight but it was better than dying. Finally, he spotted a flicking outline on the other end of the cage. “Call me stupid but even I can see it's unfair for someone to fight a mostly invisible thing,” the farmer thought to himself.
“Well, maybe I can do it too, after all, I want to become a wizard someday,” Clueless thought as he gathered some magical energy around in what he thought seemed to be similar to his opponent. Surprisingly, his attempt almost seemed to succeed as his outline flickered once before becoming solid again.
“Wow, I nearly did it,” Clueless excitedly thought. However, this enjoyment was cut short as the third opponent made a show by rocking the ship. Mark was throw off his feet into the strong steel cage along with a bit of lunch that had somehow stuck around from earlier.
Out of Character:
Barnabas smirked as he watched the boy in front of him try to duplicate his ability. However his smirk was short lived when a third contestant came into the cage and started to rock the boat even more as he fell wobbled but managed to keep upright. Barnabas glared at the man before Barnabas pulled out his frying pan and swung which surprisingly enough hit and knocked the man out.
Seriously, one hit? Barnabas thought but then gasped as he saw the floor under the man give way which dropped him into a tank of crocodiles that apparently was below the platform. Barnabas looked at the crowed and saw that a man had pulled a lever that had a name above it which was now scratched out. Above two other levers was the name Barnabas and another called Mark. The man smiled at Barnabas which sent a shiver up his spine. Barnabas gulped then turned to his other opponent who must be Mark.
"So if we loose, we fall in the tank of crocs. How motivating," Barnabas said as he readied his pan. "I suggest we make this fight interesting. Who knows what else they have planned for us," Barnabas said as he eyed the other levers in the room. Barnabas then lifted his pan and swung it at his opponent, with hope that he could make this entertaining enough to keep them both alive.
Sorry, but I'm going to have to forfeit this match due to the lack of time on my hands (Too much homework constantly being assigned).
understood.
Tourneymant advances to Round 3 of the Redemption Bracket!
Clueless is eliminated :(