Post by king on Feb 5, 2007 7:14:12 GMT 1
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
In the middle of the ring stood Kurtz, his voice booming over the speakers set up below the gym. He could be as loud as he wanted, the soundproofing protecting him from the scrutiny of the outside world.
That and it was his party, so he'd scream as loud as he damn well felt like.
The basement was filled with lights and people, all crowded around the ring to see the show. Directly next to the ring were the standers, those who liked to yell and wave their tickets, as though these simple gestures stopped their money from slipping away. On three sides of the rings were the bleachers, were the majority of guests sat, more restrained and less desperate than those standing at the bottom.
The fourth side of the ring, with no one blocking their view, was where the wealthy spectators sat, who hid their blood-lust behind fancy clothing and a wall of cash. They demanded special attention...drinks and tables, sycophants on tap. They did spend more money than the other sections could dream though, and that is why they were put up with.
"Tonight starts are brand new tournament! We have some new blood for you to watch from, all the way from the toughest school on the east coast, Varron academy!"
The crowd roared, getting their pulse up by the thrill of not seeing the same old fighters again. The tournaments had gotten stale lately, the same old wanna bes hoping to gain some reputation form beating up the rest of the wanna bes. They might get to see something new, and maybe take advantage of it to gain some money.
"Will these dangerous fighters live up to their reputation? You'll get to find out soon enough! Now lets bring out our first match up of the evening!"
The crowd cheered again, waiting for the spectacle to unfold.
In the middle of the ring stood Kurtz, his voice booming over the speakers set up below the gym. He could be as loud as he wanted, the soundproofing protecting him from the scrutiny of the outside world.
That and it was his party, so he'd scream as loud as he damn well felt like.
The basement was filled with lights and people, all crowded around the ring to see the show. Directly next to the ring were the standers, those who liked to yell and wave their tickets, as though these simple gestures stopped their money from slipping away. On three sides of the rings were the bleachers, were the majority of guests sat, more restrained and less desperate than those standing at the bottom.
The fourth side of the ring, with no one blocking their view, was where the wealthy spectators sat, who hid their blood-lust behind fancy clothing and a wall of cash. They demanded special attention...drinks and tables, sycophants on tap. They did spend more money than the other sections could dream though, and that is why they were put up with.
"Tonight starts are brand new tournament! We have some new blood for you to watch from, all the way from the toughest school on the east coast, Varron academy!"
The crowd roared, getting their pulse up by the thrill of not seeing the same old fighters again. The tournaments had gotten stale lately, the same old wanna bes hoping to gain some reputation form beating up the rest of the wanna bes. They might get to see something new, and maybe take advantage of it to gain some money.
"Will these dangerous fighters live up to their reputation? You'll get to find out soon enough! Now lets bring out our first match up of the evening!"
The crowd cheered again, waiting for the spectacle to unfold.