Dahvie had to literally bite his tounge so he wouldn't scream. He did it, he won the first match. Douglas had directed him to a booth in the back where he would wait for "initiation".
Douglas then limped away to go find his replacement. Dahvie started to slowly walk back to the room. All around him matches were taking place and he hadn't seen one other winner beside himself. He arrived at the door and went in. The room reminded him of the waiting room but there were some differences. The room had about twelve chairs facing a wall.
There was an ice machine on the left with bags next to it and a vending machine. Dahvie then took notice of the other people in the room. The first person he noticed was a rather large man with a cowboy hat and boots on. The thing that amazed was that hes sober.
The next person that gained his attention was a thug looking guy smoking in the corner. There was a hispanic guy by the ice machine, holding a bag of ice on his neck. There were a couple other blank faces in the room he didn't pay attention too. He took count and saw six people in the room including himself.
Dahvie put put his shirt back on and walked to the vending machine. He bought a bottle of water and sat down. Dahvies arm was a little sore, so he spent a minute or two stretching it out . While he did this the large man turned to him and said "Hey boy, do you know how much longer we have to wait?" Dahvie shrugged and took a drink. The big man then said "Where are my manners. Hello my name is Walter Straps." He outsrtetched his hand and Dahvie shook it with his free hand. "Hey, I'm Dahvie Hopkins." Walter smiled and said "Where you from." Dahvie answered him "Frenz, Oregon." Walter nodded and pointed to himself "I was born and raised in Montanna, I came to Oregon originally to visit my cousin. When I heard about this cometition I decided to stay and try out. I'm going for Raw by the way, what about you?" Dahvie responded "Smackdown." Walter was about to say something but much to Dahvie's joy, his phone rang. Walter held up a finger and answered his phone. Dahvie didn't pay attention to his conversation, but he didnt notice another man come limping into the room. Dahvie sighed and started to work on his legs while the man who was typig on the computer came in.
He walked in front of everyone smiled and said "Congratulations. You are the last competitors to compete in the Oregon tournament. You're lucky today is the last day to compete. In the last week fortyfive people including you have passed initiation. Conveniently, there are fifteen people in each category. Over the next five days you will compete against eachother for the top spot and the chance to compete against other states. Meet back here again tommorrow for the beggining of the competition."
