The Competitors

The Competitors
As thousands of people poured into the rectangular shaped stadium for what was
being called, "the event of the century" , the participants readied themselves
for the hardships they would surely suffer from the games. After a long
grueling season of intense bodily torture this would by the final chapter of
confrontations. Out of the 275 original members of the DFS leagues infant year,
only 20 remained. These men and women were not only hardened on the outside,
but on the inside as well for they had long since learned the weaknesses that
emotions bring. Everyone one present in the cubical that was called a dressing
room knew that as soon as the capacity crowd of 300,000 had settled, they would
no longer be comrades brought together by the common bond that friendship makes
but enemies of the battle field each one jockeying for the upper hand
As the referee announced there was half an hour left before game time, a few
players huddled together to say a quick prayer while others gathered around the
head coach for a final word of advice. One of the competitors listening to
this advice was Matt Williams or "The Destroyer", as he was known by the crowd.
He was a powerfully built young man who was in the possession of deep opaline
eyes, nightmarish black hair, and a ruddy complexion. Feared by all for his
ruthless behavior, Matt had joined the DFS league after being courtmarshaled by
the army for striking the commanding officer of his platoon. Why he was even
near the coach was a mystery to him because most of the coaches words fell on
unhearing ears. Matt guessed he was just nervous. Who wouldn't be. Looking up,
Matt saw that the coach had left and it was time to enter the field. Strapping
on his helmet and the rest of his gear, he took a deep breath, focused his
thoughts, and ran out onto the field joining the rest of the players. The roar
of the crowd sounded as if a tsunami was breaking on the beach and the ground
felt as if it were pulsating with a life of its own. He never remembered these
feelings before but he simply shrugged off the thought as he faintly heard the
sound of the referee's whistle. Suddenly, the sound of the crowd was replaced
by e reverberating silence that was deafening in Matt's ears.

Going into a defensive crouch, Matt circled the nearest foe to him. Jumping
with raised spear, he warded off the first blow positioning his spear into a
counter-attack position. Throwing it with deadly precision Matt was rewarded by
the sickening thud of a lifeless body hitting the ground. As he hurried to
retrieve his spear, Matt remembered a phrase the coach had said just before he
left. "This will be a fight to the finish so be prepared!". Since this was the
year 2071, that was no lie because last year, hyperbole's went out of style
and gladiators came back in.

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