Chapter 7- The champions

Everyone had gathered in the main hall just before midnight the next night. The watched all the eligible students place their name into something large. There were too many people before Hunter to see what it was. As he got closer he began to see. Lillian and Lashley were just one of the few who placed their names inside. There was a HUGE ass urn that spewed forth an odd mist as each name was placed into it, the urn sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by a white circle. Hunter tried to walk past it yet was repelled strongly by the force of the spell. "Hunter back away, only older students can enter the contest!" Chris whispered as he pulled him away. Hunter watched as the likes of Sabu placing his name into the urn. Kane took tipped his hand into it, placing a single piece of enchanted paper. All the older students had placed their name into the cup, Hunter could only watch on.

"Damn, they get all the luck" Hunter muttered.

Chris however laughed to his friend's sudden outburst. "Oh, don't even think of it Hunter, the tasks can kill you in an instant! Trust me. My dad told me all about it" he explained. The twins Adam and Jason walked into the room, wearing odd-looking charms, they claimed it would allow them pass the circle. "It won't work, Darcodorf did the spell himself, I saw him" Stephoine smirked with amusement.

"Oh yeah Princess! Watch this!" grinned Adam. He and Jason place on fake beards and lift shoes. They passed the line and placed their names into the urn with a grin. "SEE!" they smirked to Stephoine. However she grinned as she noticed there was more mist coming from the urn. The papers that the twins placed in shot them from the circle and onto the floor hard. They got more than a shock when they hit the ground. They started to itch…. Not in a place worth speaking.

Chris started to laugh, knowing what it was. "Oh this is too rich!" He giggled.

"What?" Hunter and Stephoine asked.

Chris explained to Hunter that his brothers have been trying to get out of class, so their latest excuses was genital warts… well, it looks like Darcodorf made it so they would have them if they tried to rig the contest!

Hunter, Stephoine and Chris sat down at the tables, when all the older students that wished to have their names in the urn had done so. It was midnight when Darcodorf appeared before everyone, he raised his hands for silence. The room was a dead quiet. He looked about he room. "It is about time for the champions to be selected for each school. I wish you all the best of luck… you'll need it" he stated. The tone wasn't too sincere in Hunter's mind. But Hell, this was Darcodorf they were talking about! Taker's eyes turned to the clock as it started to toll for the midnight. The urn lit up and sparks came out like it was possessed. Hunter was amazed as to what it did; it spewed forth a name as it came out like fire. But as soon as it touched Darcodorf's hand it was paper once more. He opened it up, examining the name. His head nodded as he looked to the sea of students, waiting eagerly for their name to perhaps be called.

"Representing the school of ECW. Sabu!" he called aloud.

Sabu grinned as he shook hands with his fellow classmates. He shook hands with Darcodorf and was told to wait behind him.

The second name spewed forth from the Urn. Taker snatched it out of mid air and looked to the name. "Representing the WWE, Lillian Garcia!" Lillian stood proudly as she went to shake the hand of Darcodorf; she stood next to Sabu who in return shook her hand as well. The third name to come from the Urn was one Ringwarts had been waiting for. It was their champion selection. Darcodorf caught the paper. "Representing Ringwarts in the Gauntlet shall be… none other… than… BOBBY LASHLEY!" Darcodorf announced.

Lashley nearly leaped out of his seat. Hunter applauded him since this guy was a brut, and he had seen him play fidget before. Yet hasn't really had the chance to go up against him, the game Lashley claimed he won didn't count. After all Hunter passed out. Kane was rather upset that he wasn't chosen. But the champions were selected.

"I give you all your champions, now for the tasks at…. What the hell…" Darcodorf's attention turned back to the Urn, it was rattling as it spewed out one last name. Taker caught it in his grasp, wondering what the hell was going on. He opened the paper in an angry manner. His eyes widened with rage. "HUNTER POTTER!" he roared.

The room went silent, as all eyes turned to Hunter. Even Kane stared at him with shock and anger.

"Oh… and I assume it's MY FAULT!" he demanded. Taker wasted no time. He grabbed Hunter by the back of his neck and pulled him into a room with the teachers. "OW! Let go! Ow!" he growled.

Taker threw him harshly against the wall. "Tell me you didn't do this!" he demanded.

"I told you! I had no idea how my name got in there. I didn't do this!" Hunter snapped back.

"I saw him try, the maggot couldn't have done it" Lazy eye stated in a very factual tone.

"What he said!" Hunter replied.

Taker crushed the paper in his fist. "Well then. Hunter's out of it…"

"NO!" came the call of Jerry Lawler. Many were stunned to see him here. "You cannot take him out"

"What?" Taker growled to him.

Lawler explained, when a name is casted into the urn. It was a binding contract spell. "He must take his place in the tournament. If he fails to comply… Mr. Darcodorf, Ringwarts forfeits and closes the school until the challenge is over"

The stakes were high now. "I'm just as good as any one of them out there. I'll prove it!" Hunter stated.

Lawler looked to him. "You mean it?" he asked.

"I'm that damn good, and I will win this… whatever the hell it is"

There was a look on Darcodorf's face. He wasn't about to let Hunter go into something he didn't understand, he sighed and nodded to Lawler. "I will tell him about the tournament. From this moment on, Potter, you're a champion of Ringwarts. In the Gauntlet of fire"

The words sounded good at the time in Hunter's ears, yet he felt a pit in his stomach. This challenge wasn't all what it's creaked up to be, and he will learn that the hard way.

Hunter walked out; all his classmates were congratulating him. Yet he was getting evil eyes from Kane and Chris who weren't thrilled the least bit. They confronted Hunter in the hall. "What the hell Potter!" Kane roared in anger. "This was to be for the OLDER students! You're nothing compared to me!"

Hunter knew Kane was pissed off. "You think I put my name in that? I didn't. But it got in and now I am in the contest. Look, nothing personal Kane. I have to compete. If not they close down the school and Ringwarts forfeits"

Hunter's words didn't phase the monster the least bit. "But why you? Of all people, how did your damn name get into the urn?"

"Are you sleeping with Darcodorf? If you are then dude… I wouldn't have gone that far!" Chris stated. Kane promptly punched Jericsley in the arm.

Hunter rolled his eyes. "Chris, I don't know how my name got in there, I swear on Helmsley I don't know!" Hunter explained, he decided to go back to his room. He didn't want to deal with Kane or Chris at the moment. He was up against some stiff competition, Lashley being the biggest threat to him. After all, he has never seen him in action, nor Lillian. But he may have a chance against Sabu.

He went to his room, seeing some of his schoolmates congratulating him once more, yet Chris had his back turned.

"Chris…" Hunter began to speak.

"Save it!" he snapped back. "You are going to get all the glory for this… ETERNAL GLORY. That's a dream come true for you huh?"

Hunter stood there stunned to his friend's outburst. "I don't want eternal glory… well… It has crossed my mind. But I don't want it in this manner. Come on Chris, believe me on this!" Hunter pleaded.

Chris covered his head under the blankets. Fozzy was at the end of his bed and hissed lowly to Hunter, as if telling him. 'He doesn't want to talk to you right now'

Hunter went back to his bed and tried to think of how his name got in there. He wondered if Helmsley ate his homework, and his name on one of the papers fell into the urn by accident. Or perhaps Darcodorf wanted him in the contest? Or a teacher? The idea drove Hunter crazy though out the night, yet he was finally able to rest his eyes. Wondering what the tournament held for him.