New Champion.txt
The first fight is always a sacrifice, so that other competitors will be spared the full power of our Eternal Champion, Nathan Wolf. He was tall with short black hair and bulging muscles, when he turned his head you could see his eyes were completely black; only the pupils were red.
As the sacrifice entered the arena, she smiled the coldest smile I have ever seen. She had white hair with an aura of red about it. She also had a black cloak on, but I knew she was hiding her wings. Her skin was a light blue and her eyes were a deep red. Nathan, the Eternal Champion, didnt even flinch. Our champion and the sacrifice talked for a bit, before we heard, Loyal fans, the tournament is about to begin! As they took their places, she started to gather power. Get ready, boomed the announcer. The sacrifice stomped the ground once and magma oozed out of the ground to form armor around her. Our champion became feral and driven by instincts. Go! Not even a minute after we heard that, our champion was down and outside the ring, panting. The fight was over so fast no one knew or saw what happened.
The crowd was outraged. A new champion was emerging. Another new competitor was my opponent. I had to get to the semi-finals for my wife. She was having our kits and I needed money for the doctor. She had long black hair, red fox ears, and a gorgeous brown fox tail. Ah I love thinking about her. But enough daydreaming, I had a fight to win.
My fight was a tough one. My opponent was just as strong as our champion and moved twice as fast. He began by charging me, and trying to distract me from the moment by old techniques that I discovered and had adopted years ago. It didnt work. When he tried a tactic like that I attacked him and after a while he was wearing me out and I realized what his plan was. He was trying to wear me out so I would be an easier opponent. I stopped attacking him whenever he tried to distract me and instead began to gather my full strength. When he noticed this he tried to break my concentration but it was too late. I sent a blast of pure energy in a three hundred and sixty degree circle. Where did all these newcomers come from? These newcomers were strong, no doubt about that. I mean they managed to beat the now former champion, in less than a minute, and they made it look so easy. My mind was so wrapped up I missed the rest of the matches. I was one of two people who regularly came to this tournament who had survived the first round. The other guy was Tyron Bettis, a 964lb wolf with an appetite for trouble. Tyron, were the only two regulars left after the first round. We need to support each other. He just nodded.
The next day was the second round, and I was to face our champions victor. I suddenly felt a surge of strength and power. Tyron, you devil, I muttered as I got ready for my fight. My challenge was about to begin.
Good luck, even with that boost youll lose to me, and I wont have to try, she said snickering at my apparently funny attempt to beat her.
Well just see about that! I yelled angrily. The wolf was giving me his anger as well. That was good because almost no one survived when he was angry.
As the fight began, she charged me so fast I barely had time to react. I caught her and was pushed back several feet. Youre better than your champion, Im surprised you arent the champion, she said sneering and snarling as she tried to throw me back, but I held on and even threw her back a little. I readied for another charge but it never came, instead I felt surge after surge of strength. Everyone who was defeated was giving me their power, I felt like I was going to burst.
A fair fight, been a while since Ive had one of those, she said as she began to summon her armor. I charged her, preventing her from using her magic. However the heat that had built up singed her regular armor. You ruined my armor! she yelled at me. I dashed at her with a speed beyond my own, breaking her casting again and again until all that was left of her armor was rags. She realized that was my plan and gave up her attempts and took a swing at me the next time I charged her. She nearly hit me, and I readied for a round-house kick but she missed as well.
As the fight raged on, I felt the crowd giving me their power too. Those who did got a close up view. Those that didnt quickly lost us as we began to fight again.
As we fought I continued to gain strength and speed. Soon enough she got tired and I, receiving a fresh supply of energy, was still fresh. Then she began to summon dark energy, her skin turning darker blue, red angel wings coming from her back, her white hair turning black with white streaks. I knew who this was. She had transformed herself into the Demigod of Death. I gathered my powers of love and honor to shape a shield of love and a sword of honor. She laughed a cold, hard laugh. You mortals are no match for me and yet you try. Why try to defeat the undefeatable?
I considered just attacking her, but I figured a mental blow would be just as effective. Because I love our arena and our sport, but you have defiled it and everyone here knows it. So in giving me their strength they have given me the chance to get you out of our sport before you defile it anymore. I charged forward so fast she had no time to react and she fell and landed outside the arena.
Everyone cheered for me but the strength they lent me was returning to them, and I felt drained. I slept for the rest of the fights that day, and awoke in the morning. I was so thirsty that my tongue had swollen and felt dry as a bone, and so hungry that I might have been able to eat a real horse. So, growled Tyron, youre the last of us, I hope you can pull this off, cause you know what will happen if you dont, right?
I nodded and he walked away to terrorize some hapless dungeon diver. The fights after that were all easy. I ended up winning the entire thing, but I refused the title and instead returned it to the one who had earned it, Nathan, Tyron, and I.