Hello everyone. Now about the story, while the last chapter might not have lived up to the highp well it wasn't supposed to it was designed as a framing device telling the background of Courtney and her friends while setting up the plot for the future. Now here is the next chapter and this time enjoy and review PLEASE. And yes most of the story until I say different will be in Courtney's pov.
Oh and since this has been rewritten there will be a few differences so I hope you like them.
I own nothing. It sucks that we have to write that because we always almost forget to write that.
Desperation
Chapter 2- Our Main Contender Part II
Courtney's pov
"Ahh! Damn this traffic!" I screamed in my car which as I just yelled is practically cemented in traffic. It is moving just very slowly.
The dorms are only about five minutes from the college campus where Gwen, Bridgette, and I were talking, but dammit I need to get to Duncan as soon as possible. He could be hurt. I know he didn't sound like it, but Duncan doesn't really like to share. But I can tell just by looking at him and how… muscular he is, that he might not even know if he is hurt. So no matter what I'm taking him to the hospital. I thought as I turned a corner and into the parking lot.
"Ah, finally I'm here." I said parking my car and getting out. I then look around the parking lot and I spot Duncan leaning on the his black car talking to someone. I then walk over to them.
"Hey court." Duncan said nonchalantly leaning on his slightly dented car while some scrawny redhead in a hamburger shirt is glaring at him with his arms crossed.
"Duncan what happened? Are you okay? And who is this guy?" I practically screamed pointing at the hamburger shirt wearing redhead.
"Okay, in order, "this guy" was trying to drive out of the parking lot, while I was backing out of said parking lot and accidentally backed in to him. And yes, I'm okay; I just called you so that I could tell you that I wouldn't be able to join you for lunch. And "this guy" is Harold." Duncan said gesturing at 'Harold'.
"Hi," Harold said waving. "Your boyfriend is so lucky that I have to get to class, or I would have sued his blind ass off." Said Harold in quite possibly the most annoying way possible.
"Yeah whatever, if you did try to sue Duncan, good luck. I'm in law school and I'm damn good, you Napoleon Dynamite wannabe." I said to the nerd.
"Gosh! I am so out of here. Later jerks," said Harold as he walked back over and into his van and drove off. His van had some kind of design on it but I didn't care at the moment.
"Heh heh, hey Courtney, while I appreciate you coming down here to see if I was okay, you really didn't need to. I'm fine," said Duncan, with a sly smirk on his face.
"Duncan, you just got into a car accident, I'm taking you to a hospital, right now." I ordered my possibly be injured boyfriend.
"Courtney, I'm fine. If I was hurt don't you think I would be showing it?" Asked Duncan pointing at himself.
"Maybe, but Duncan you're a really buff guy and you might not even know your hurt, so get in my car now, we're going." I said pointing at the car with my thumb while trying to look as scary as I can.
"Hey Courtney I'd like too but I have class in like 10 minutes." Duncan said tapping on his watch.
"Duncan I'm sure that whoever is running the class will be okay with you missing his lecture to go to the damn hospital. Now come on lets go!" I said grabbing Duncan by his arm and pulling him toward my car. God he can be such a baby some times.
XXX
"Ah! I cannot believe it took over an hour getting here, then ten minutes signing in and another twenty waiting for a doctor to actually show up and do their job. Duncan you could be seriously hurt." I groaned sitting in the hospital lobby.
"If your fed up with the service here we could just leave. I'd be okay with that." Duncan sitting next to me.
"Oh no Duncan. Don't even try to get out of it. We talked about this in the car."
"By that you mean 'get in the car, buckle up, and shut up, we're going and that's final'? Oh yeah that's talking." Duncan sarcastically stated while resting his head on his hand.
"Oh whatever Duncan. Why are you so against this? I'm just taking you to get checked up. It shouldn't take that long. And besides how long has it been since you went to see a doctor anyway?"
"Not that long ago, and weren't you the one who just said it took way too long getting here?"
"Yeah and when we did I tried to explain that to the sign-in lady, or whatever it is you call them that you got in a car accident. But she said that they get about four car accident victims a week and just by looking at you she could tell that most are a lot worse. Nnnnaaah! The nerve of some people! Once I get my law degree I am so suing this place. There aren't even that many people here. But don't think your getting out of answering my question."
But before Duncan had the chance to answer a doctor came up to us and said. "Hello, 'Duncan' is it? We're ready for you,"
Duncan sighed and stood up. "Okay doc lets go."
"Glad to see you sucked it up. Relax Duncan I'm sure it won't be that bad." I said angrily.
"Alright, fine! But are you going to stay here the whole time?" He asked.
"Normally I wouldn't, but after the car ride and how much you're trying to get out of this, I'm staying so you can't sneak away." I said quite annoyed at him.
Duncan then turns to the doctor and says reluctantly. "Sorry to keep you waiting doc."
"Very good, right this way. Miss, you'll have to stay here and wait." The doctor said holding up his hand so that I wouldn't fallow him.
"Alright, see you in a while Duncan." I said waving to Duncan as he and the doctor walk off into the hospital hallway. I then go take a seat somewhere in the lobby.
Duncan's pov
AH, why does Courtney have to be so damn pushy? Tt was barely even a car accident. A nitch. And if she thought what I did in the car ride here was resisting, oh man, a few years ago I would have shown her what resistance was. I have to get out of here soon or at least make it so Courtney doesn't know.
"Hey doc, any way I could get out of this?" I asked while still walking and not looking at the doctor.
"Afraid of hospitals Mr. Evens?" asked the doctor while looking at his clip board like he was expecting my question.
"You could say that." I said looking at the security cameras and emergency exits even though I know that just running away wouldn't accomplish anything. Old habits.
"Heh heh, sorry Mr. Evens, but don't worry. I'm sure this won't take that long, and then you'll be out of here," said the doctor with an innocent smile.
'probably not.' I thought holding my side which hurt like a bitch every time I moved. We then stopped walking at one of the rooms.
"Alright, we're here. Please go inside, sit down, and take off your shirt, and then we'll get started." The doctor said while walking inside and still looking at his clipboard. I didn't see any other choice so I did as he said. I tried to take off my shirt which was very difficult, but I did it. I then sat down on the hospital bed and waited for the eventual stair of surprise and shock.
"Okay, let's see what we have here… Well that's interesting," said the doctor surprised while looking at my shirtless torso.
Courtney's pov
"Waaaaa, waa!" A baby screamed waking me up.
"Wha, what." I then looked at my watch and holy crap its been almost three hours. I walk up to the secretary and ask. "Excuse me has Mr. Evans left yet?"
The secretary looks at her computer screen and answers. "I'm sorry he's still has not left."
"Uhhh, thank you." I groaned walking aback to my seat in the lobby. Well since I'll be here for who knows how long, I might as well call somebody. "I wonder what Gwen is doing?" I asked as I pulled out my phone and went to speed dial and pressed her number. It rang a few times but was answered quickly.
"hey courtney." Gwen greeted.
"Hey Gwen, what're you doing?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing much. Just waiting for Bridgette and Geoff to get done with their make out session!" Gwen said, screaming the last part at Bridgette and Geoff.
"Gwen, I know your annoyed that they do that all the time when their together with us, but shouldn't you be on a double date with them and Trent?" I asked.
"Yeah, but he called and said he'd be a little running late. Oh, and by the way, how's Duncan?" Gwen asked a little concerned.
"Oh, I took him to the hospital, and he's still getting checked out." I informed her.
"Wow really? It's been like three hours, what is he having, surgery or something?" She asked sarcastically.
"Well, half of the time was just getting here."
"Well, that's the price you pay for trying to drive to the other side of town during rush hour, Courtney. And I really wish you were here like we planned to have our triple date. At least with you here I could've had a decent conversation until Trent showed up," she said sounding disappointed.
"I know, I would have loved to go, but I'm really worried about Duncan. He looked fine on the ride here. It shouldn't have taken this long." I said sounding concerned.
"I'm sure the docs just being thorough- Oh! I got to go, Trent's here, bye Courtney," she said sounding a little exited, before hanging up. Some friend.
"Bye Gwen." I said sarcastically, even though she already hung up. I then put my phone back into my pocket. Soon after I did Duncan came around the corner from where I was sitting.
"Hey Courtney, sorry for the wait,"
"Duncan, finally. What took so long? it's almost 7:30." I said looking at my watch.
"The doctor wanted to be thorough, I guess. He made me get an MRI and an X-ray," he said with no emotion.
"What? Why did he do that?" I asked confused.
"I don't know, let's ask him. Here he comes," he said, pointing down the lobby hall way to the doctor walking toward us.
"Hello, Mr. Evens, your test came back. Would you like to see them?" asked the doctor holding a huge medical file and attempting to give it to Duncan.
"Um, no, that's fine. I guess that since I'm not in surgery it's not that serious," said Duncan holding up one hand defensively while the other was rubbing the back of his neck.
"What I want to know is why you made him get an MRI and an X-ray, was that really necessary?" I asked somewhat angrily.
"Well, miss, after seeing that large bruising on Mr. Evens, I thought it was necessary. And, Mr. Evens, it is somewhat serious," said the doctor emotionless.
"See, I told you that you got hurt in the car accident." I said triumphantly.
"Um, actually miss, Mr. Evens didn't get the injury from any car accident, at least not from what you described to the secretary," said the doctor.
"Um, what do you mean?" I asked confused.
"Well, Mr. Evens has massive bruising all over his torso, arms, and part of his legs. After seeing that, I had him take an MRI to make sure that he didn't have any head injuries. And yes, you do. You have a small concussion. And I had him get an X-ray to determine if he had any broken bones, and while you do not, you still have three bruised ribs, a sprained knee, and some bruising in you forearms. All of which has happened in the last few months, not in some recent, small car accident." Informed the doctor.
"Oh come on doc, it's not that serious. Maybe the machines got it wrong," suggested Duncan with a surprisingly straight face.
"No Mr. Evens, I had the work done twice to make sure. And as a doctor I must advise that whatever it is you do for a hobby, please stop, or if it's for work, find a new place of employment." Advised the doctor.
After hearing him, I just couldn't believe my ears. 'Duncan is so gonna get it when this is over.' I thought.
"I don't need to give you any medicine as most of your injuries will heal on their own, but please do stop whatever it is you are doing before it becomes worse. Now have a good day and hopefully next time you come in here for a checkup it won't be so bad," said the doctor after he handed the file to Duncan. He then left to attend to other patients.
"Duncan, what the hell happened to you?" I demanded fairly loudly, unknowingly making a scene.
"Um, could we talk about this back at the dorms or something, and not in the hospital? I think we've been here long enough," he said pointing around the lobby, making me realize that everybody was watching us.
"Fine." I said angrily while walking to the hospital exit, Duncan in tow with a smirk on his face. Probably from the thought of finally getting out of the hospital. Can't say I blame him and if I wasn't so pissed off at him right now I would be too.
As soon as we got into the car Duncan fell asleep, and I mean really asleep. I tried waking him up by talking to him. I would have tried poking him or nudging him, but after what the doctor told us I decided against it. I don't know if it was the visit to the doctor, or his injuries, but he must have been really worn out.
Duncan's pov
Uh, thank God that place was full of people, and Courtney hates making scenes. Thanks to all those years of playing dead during my "extended detention periods" faking being asleep is pretty damn easy. I just wish I could stay like this forever so I won't have to deal with Courtney when we get back to the dorms.
Oh, okay, well, it's 8:10 right now, it takes about 20 minutes to get there, since it's not rush hour anymore, so I have that long to think of a decent story for my injuries. Then I have to go to work at 9:00, and it takes about 10 minutes to get there, so I have about 10 minutes to deal with I can get out of it early.'I think as everything goes black.
XXX
"Hey, Duncan, we're here, wake up," said Courtney nudging my shoulder.
Oh crap. I really did fall asleep, um, um, what's my cover story? … Crap don't have one. Just have to wing it. I then opened my eyes and sat up.
"Yeah, okay Court. Hey what time is it?" I asked.
"It's about 8:40, why?" Said Courtney after looking at her watch while getting out of the car.
"Oh, no reason." I said smirking also getting out of the car.
"So, are we gonna talk about it?" asked Courtney nicely for a change.
"Talk about what?" I asked pretending like I didn't know what she was talking about.
"What do you think? Duncan, you're hurt and not from the car accident. Are you gonna tell me what happened or not?" She demanded with her hands on her hips if I wasn't so tired and annoyed right now that'd be pretty damn hot. Too bad that nice thing didn't last long.
"How about not?" I asked folding up my arms.
"What?" She asked, looking like her mom just drove over her cat, while dropping her arms from her hips.
"Courtney, I'm fine, and it's nothing for you to be concerned about." I said defiantly.
"Did you hear the doctor at all? You're not fine, and I'm your girlfriend, so of course it's my concern! Now tell me," She said getting back into her hands on hip, chewing out position.
"Okay fine! I tripped and fell, happy?" I said making it up.
"You tripped and fell? And you expect me to believe that?" She said not buying it.
"And it was down a flight of stairs." I said adding to the story calmly.
"DUNCAN!" She screamed looking super pissed off.
"Look, I just don't feel like sharing, so could you back off?" I said getting more annoyed by the minute.
"No, tell me!" She demanded. And just before I was gonna give into my impulse to strangle her, my cell's alarm clock went off.
'NOT AFRAID, TO TAKE A STAND, EVERYBOD,,,
"Sorry princess, this conversation's got to wait. I have to go to work now," I said shutting off my cell and running the best I could to my car across the parking lot, which hurts like a bitch thanks to the sprained knee and bruised ribs.
"What? This isn't over!" She screamed at me.
Courtney's pov
"What this isn't over!" I screamed, but I don't think he heard me. As soon as he said he had to go to work, he ran to his car and drove off. Huh, didn't think a guy with a sprained knee could run that fast. After that I went back to my dorm. When I got to the front of the building, before I could get to the dorms I was met by Gwen and Bridgette.
"Hey Courtney, where is Duncan? Is he alright?" Asked Bridgette frantically.
"Huh, oh hey Gwen, hey Bridgette, Duncan's at work." I informed them.
"Oh, that's good he's alright," said Gwen looking a little relieved.
"Actually no, he's not. Duncan's actually really injured." I said reluctantly.
"What? What's wrong with him?" Asked Gwen looking concerned.
"I guess I should tell you." I said just before I explained the story.
XXX
"Wow, what happened to him?" Bridgette asked intrigued.
"He wouldn't tell me, he tried to tell me this BS story of him falling down some stairs." I informed them.
"You sure it was BS Courtney? Falling down stairs could do that." Gwen said.
"No, I was sure Gwen. He only added in the part about the stairs after I had already asked him before." I said regaining my anger.
"Huh, didn't even know you and Duncan argue," said Bridgette.
"I know, didn't think he was the arguing type," said Gwen.
It was just then I realized that this was my and Duncan's first real fight. I looked up with a slightly sad face and said, "And then in the middle, he said he had to go to work."
"He went to work? Should he even be doing that? From what you told us he shouldn't even be moving, let alone going to work. Hey, what does he do anyway?" Asked Bridgette.
"Um, I don't really know, I never asked. I always thought he worked at a store or something." I said to them.
"But it's almost 9pm, and he's working?" asked Gwen.
"Um, yeah. He works at night." I said.
"Wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straight. Your boyfriend, Duncan, the king of boring, is injured, won't tell you how he got injured, and works at night, at a place you don't even know?" Asked Gwen.
"Um, yeah. That's the gist of it." I said feeling like I was forced to tell a lie. And I'm a bad liar.
"I take it back Courtney. Duncan's not boring, he's mysterious," said Bridgette.
I thought for a minute on what Gwen and Bridgette said, and yes, everything she said is true. I don't know how he got hurt, he won't tell me, and I don't know where he works, or why he does it at night.
"What's going on here? I am going to find him and give him a piece of my mind! " I screamed.
"Um, that's great Courtney, but unless you know where he works, you're not giving him anything," Gwen deadpanned.
"Nah, damn it!" I yelled.
"Hello ladies, couldn't help but over hear, with ya know the yelling, but I might know where your boyfriend is," said some familiar wheezing voice behind us. I and gwen and Bridgette then turn to the voice and I see another headache.
"Hey, you're that guy that Duncan backed into earlier. How would you know?" I asked still pissed off.
"Oh, I put a tracking device on his car," he said like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Okay, two things. One, why would you put a tracking device on his car? And two, how would you even get that?" asked Bridgette.
"I'm getting my masters for micro engineering, and I thought that this would be a good way to test my homework. And if I can't sue him for what he did to my car, I'm at least going to make a formal complaint at where, um, Duncan is it? Works, Blondie," he said stupidly.
"And why are you telling us?" Asked Gwen.
"Well, I thought that going there with his angry girlfriend and her friends would make it worse. Ha ha, he might even get fired," he said with an evil smile.
"Yeah, whatever. Just show us where he is." I demanded.
He pulled out his PDA and showed us a map of Vancouver. I then bend down to look at it, and assuming that Duncan is the little red dot, I see that he is at the wrong side of Vancouver.
"Huh, that's weird. What's he doing on the west side? That's the worst side of town." I asked.
"Well, so much for that. I'm out of here." Harold said taking back his PDA and walking off to who cares where.
"What, why?" I asked.
Looking shocked at what I just asked he turns back to us and said, "Have you ever gone to that part of town? It's dangerous. I'm not going. I won't live through it. I mean, look at me, I'll get eaten alive. I'll just make the complaint to the school instead," he said turning back around and starting to walk off.
"Whatever, just give us the PDA so we can find him." I demanded.
He turned around a third annoying time and said, "You sure you want to go over there?"
"I'm sure, just give us the thing already." I demanded again.
"Fine, just give it back later, okay?" He said giving me his PDA and finally leaving.
"Alright good. Now that you know where he is, what are you gonna do?" asked Bridgette.
"Well, I'm gonna go to where he works, give him a piece of my mind, and get some answers. But you guys don't have to go; I'm fine doing this by myself." I said to them.
"No Courtney, we're gonna go with you to make sure you don't get hurt," said Bridgette with Gwen nodding.
"And besides, I wouldn't miss you chewing out Duncan for anything," Gwen joked.
"Gwen!" We both yelled at Gwen.
"What? It's just a joke," said Gwen holding her hands up like she was surrenduring.
"Alright, let's get going." I said as well all head to our car.
XXX
It took us about 10 minutes to get to the west side by driving there, even though I've never been here before, I can tell you I never want to come here ever again. People were stealing, mugging, and dealing all over the place and I didn't see one cop. Duncan must be crazy to work here.
"Okay, the PDA says he's in there." Gwen said in the passenger seat of my car, pointing to a broken down warehouse that had its parking lot filled up for some strange reason.
"That's just an old warehouse. You sure we got the right place?" I asked just before I drove into the parking lot of the place. I kept driving down each isle trying to find an open space, but dammit it was hard.
"That's what the PDA says," she replied as I eventually found a parking space and parked.
"Wow, this part of town really is bad. I saw two beatings and three muggings just driving down here... should we call the cops." asked Bridgette looking out the window worried.
"Yeah its pretty bad, but no let's just get Duncan and get this over with as soon as possible." I said a little mad that I'm here. Gwen, Bridgette, and I walked up to the nearest door of the warehouse and tried to open it. I grabbed the handle and tried to open it but it wouldn't budge.
"Hey, it's locked. We'll have to go in through another way," said Bridgette.
"Hey there's a guy over there by that door, let's ask him," said Gwen, pointing at the bald guy who was standing in front of a door with his arms crossed. The guy like I said was bald, had dark sunglasses, worn out blue jeans, and a solid black shirt. And I gotta tell ya a little bit intimidating. There were a small group of people that walked up to him, gave him a small wad of some kind of purple paper, which I can only assume is a stack of $20's. Once they did the guy opened the door for them and they walked in.
"It looks like you gotta pay to get in. You sure, Gwen? In this neighborhood?" I asked not sure about walking up to a big scary looking stranger guarding the warehouse.
"It's okay I brought some cash, and I brought my Taser," she said pulling out her Taser and pulling the trigger and activated it giving off a 'Zzzzzzz' noise along with a string of electricity between the two points.
"Good call." I said pointing at the Taser. After walking to the scary looking guy I asked in the most polite way possible. "Excuse me, can we get in please?"
"It's 35 bucks each," he said to us, not moving at all.
"What! That's absurd! Just let us in." I demanded.
"Sorry girls, you got to pay to get in just like everybody else," he said pointing to the door behind him.
"Fine." I said pulling out my money as Gwen and Bridgette did the same. We then handed our money to him who took it almost happily.
"Okay, you're good. Enjoy the show," he said opening the door for us. We walk in but a little confused by what he meant I turned around.
"Um, what show?" I asked, but he already closed the door. Frustrated I sighed and turned back to Gwen and Bridgette.
"Okay, we're inside. What show was he talking about?" Asked Gwen.
"I'm guessing we just follow those people." Bridgette said pointing to a small group of guy's that came in ahead of us walking down the hall into another room. We fallowed them into the storage center of the warehouse. Inside the storage center anything that was probably part of the original storage was gone with only one stairway leading up to an office space that has been curtained off, and another steeper stairway at the side of a large chain linked arena.
The office seems to be renovated as most of the wall has been replaced with large black glass that I doubt was part of the original design. At the end of the storage space there is a door that leads out to some place I can't see but there is a fence from it to the entrance of the arena.
The arena itself is about the standard size of MMA ring and is located in the center of the warehouse. I know because my whenever Geoff is with us, Bridgette makes us let him choose what to watch and he always makes us watch that on our tvo. Honestly I don't know what Bridgette see's in the guy. Now outside of the ring, the vast majority of the warehouse is packed with people, mostly men, raging and cheering over who is in the ring.
"Well, I guess that answers my question." Gwen said while we were all looking at two huge guys fighting in a steel chain link cage. One of them, the Caucasian guy, had on a yellow costume, a Mohawk and a few facial scares. He didn't have a fohawk, this was a full on shaved head with a strip of black hair in the middle. The other guy was Asian and had on a purple costume with some kind of Asian writing on it.
"Who are they?" I asked openly while staring at the weirdo's in the ring.
"Oh, that's Mightas and Noisy Boy," said some guy in front of us.
"Oh man! Did you see that? Mightas is kicking NB's ass!" Someone else in the crowd yelled as 'noisy boy' just got punched in the face.
"Okay, so Duncan is working at some fight club?" I asked confused, looking at Gwen and Bridgette. Gwen and Bridgette look just as confused as I was and were staring at the ring just like I was, but as soon as I asked that they seemed to snap out of it and looked at me.
"Apparently," said Gwen, but as soon as she did we heard a large slamming sound coming from the ring. We all turned to it and saw ,'NB' I think, on the ground, with mightas standing over him.
"AND DOWN GOES NOISEY BOY, START THE COUNT!" Screamed the announcer from his podium on top of the steeper staircase that was at the right of the cage across from the office. The announcer himself looked like he belonged in the cage he was announcing. He was a muscular, African Canadian man, who was probably over six feet tall and looked like he could lift a car.
"5. 4. 3. 2. 1.!" cheered the crowd along with the announcer.
"THE WINNER MIGHTAAAAAAS!" Announced the announcer. The crowd is still cheering while Mightas, in all his beaten face glory, has his arms up in the air and is roaring. While he does that two of the security guys, who wore she same outfit as the guy guarding the door, sneaked in to the arena and grabed noisy boy's feet and draged him off of it and to who knows where. I can't help but feel a little sorry for the guy, but whatever he chose to do this for these animal's sick entertainment. I then turn back to Gwen and Bridgette.
"Okay, now we know what this place is. Go and try to find Duncan, try the food stand or bathrooms." I ordered Gwen and Bridgette. They then tried to do what I told them but were stopped in their tracks by what was said next.
"Oh, hold on there, chica, no one works here but the security, the announcer, and the contestants," said the same guy who told us about Mightas and NB.
"Oh, that's just great. If that's true, where is he?" I asked out loud. I don't know why I thought they would have a food stand here. This place is obviously illegal.
"Is this even the right place? This doesn't look like a place Duncan would be, let alone work," said Bridgette.
"I guess your right Bridgette. That red headed runt must've just given this to us to mess with us. I'll just have to talk to Duncan tomorrow." I said reluctantly. Me, Bridgette, and Gwen then head for the door to get the hell out of here, because to be honest this much testosterone is starting to make me sick.
But just as we were about to leave out the door, the same guy from earlier said, "Hey wait, you're gonna miss the next round, the main event of the night."
"No thanks, we're good." I said blandly still walking to the exit.
"Oh come on! It's GH, the best brawler this place has to offer, against three people. It's gonna be epic!"
"Well, since we're already here we might as well enjoy the show," said Gwen no longer walking to the exit.
"Yeah, why not? I've got nothing better to do. Let's get our money's worth," said Bridgette walking back toward Gwen.
"Fine." I said defeated. I then walk back to where Gwen is along with Bridgette. We are right behind the guy who convinced us to stay, which is at the end of the crowd but we can still see whats happening in the ring; all the blood from the broken noses and lips and all the beating that I can't understand why people think this is entertainment.
"That's great to hear- Oh its starting," said the same guy turning back to the arena which is now empty. Everyone in the crowd stops cheering, all the lights that are not over the center shut off, leaving only the arena still lit. The announcer then grabs the microphone.
"AND THAT WAS MIGHTAS VS. NOISEY BOY!" screamed the announcer into his microphone. He then started moving his hands and body to further emphasize his announcements.
"NOW. COMES. OUR MAIN EVENT!"
"HERE COMES THE FRESH MEAT!" the announcer screamed. He then pointed to the fenced off back door.
"JAMACIAN SPICE, THE BRICKHOUCE OF THE CARRIBEAN!" as he said this a large African Canadian in a dashiki walked out of the fenced off door with his arms into the air and into the arena.
"THE NOT GENTLE GIANT. BIG O!" a very large blonde white guy jumped out and started flexing his muscles while walking to the ring.
"AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, THE QUEEN OF PAIN HERSELF, EEEVVVAAA!" when he said that a uni-browed amazon ran into the arena and started banging on the arena floor like an animal at the zoo. 'She' then roared with her hands in the air. As soon as she did the crowd cheered like they were at the damn American super bowl.
"Wow, I feel sorry for the chump who has to fight those guys." I said freaked out with Bridgette and Gwen nodding equally freaked.
"Oh, you should be worried for them," said the audience guy looking at the arena. I look at him confused. No way is he serious. There is no possible way someone could take on these animal and not get beaten to a bloody pulp.
"AND TONIGHT FOR OUR MAIN EVENT!"
"THE EMRALD KING!"
"THE GREEEEEN HOOOOD!"
That's when this guy dressed a black hoodie walked out into the ring, and then he took off the hood and… It can't be.
"It can't be, is that?" Gwen asked while I was putting my hands on my head panicking.
"It's Duncan! What's he doing in there!" I screamed.
Then Duncan pulled off his hat to reveal that he has a green fohawk.
"GET READY FOR SOME BLOOD TONIGHT!"
"BECAUSE GH IS LOOKIN' MADDDDD!"
That's right people although it was kind of obvious but just enjoy the moment and review. Oh and 11 pages oh yeah that's almost 3 times what the last chapter was so suck it. I also edited this one so enjoy. Again if your interested please give me some good total drama quotes that you think goes along with this chapter or you will have more like the one at the bottom because I can't think of any better ones.
-shock is the one thing you can't prepare for,
That's from me.
