10-12-2015, 12:43 PM
Gamzee Makara took a moment to look at the large flag that designated the role he was playing in this fight. The Kingdom? He wasn't so sharp on his history, so he didn't know if that made him the hero or the villain.
Strazio Rockwell smirked at the Deserters flag behind him. He was one hundred percent okay with being the metaphorical underdog. A few months ago, he had ended several people who thought he was an underdog, and this competition would be no different. He was sure of it.
Up above them, a packed crowd cheered, waiting for the signal that would commence the 'festivities.' Although Strazio hadn't noticed, a large, bronzed mountain of muscles stood in a stone seat a few rows up. The Rock, clad in his wrestling gear and a pair of sunglasses, sipped from a coconut with a tiny umbrella in it as he adjusted the gold-plated championship draped over his shoulder. The words 'Rock n' Rock Connection' were etched into the nameplate, and the entire thing glistened in the afternoon sun.
Someone gestured for silence, and just like that, there wasn't a sound in the building as Victor von Magnus walked onto the small platform near the center of the massive structure. With a smile, he picked up the padded hammer and smashed it into the gong, signalling the fights to commence.
Strazio Rockwell smirked at the Deserters flag behind him. He was one hundred percent okay with being the metaphorical underdog. A few months ago, he had ended several people who thought he was an underdog, and this competition would be no different. He was sure of it.
Up above them, a packed crowd cheered, waiting for the signal that would commence the 'festivities.' Although Strazio hadn't noticed, a large, bronzed mountain of muscles stood in a stone seat a few rows up. The Rock, clad in his wrestling gear and a pair of sunglasses, sipped from a coconut with a tiny umbrella in it as he adjusted the gold-plated championship draped over his shoulder. The words 'Rock n' Rock Connection' were etched into the nameplate, and the entire thing glistened in the afternoon sun.
Someone gestured for silence, and just like that, there wasn't a sound in the building as Victor von Magnus walked onto the small platform near the center of the massive structure. With a smile, he picked up the padded hammer and smashed it into the gong, signalling the fights to commence.
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