Part 5: Making the Team
"Figment, team 18."
"Pious, team 18."
"Kabraxis, team 18."
"Junoboi, team 18."
"Alright!" Figment cries.
"Lets go!" Pious cries.
"...fags..." Kabraxis comments.
"...Kill..." Juno mutters.
The four combatants stepped forward.
"Not so gentlemen, to your lockers. You have one hour until your match starts. I suggest discussing a strategy or get to know one another. Maybe even decide on a team name. Depart now, and good luck." The announcers hand waved them stage right, and they left to the elevator.
When they got in the elevator they all stood silently until Figment got up the nerve to talk. He out stretched his hand to Juno.
"Hi, I'm Figment."
Juno shook his hand. "We are called Juno."
"We... What?"
"I don't remember stuttering? I said, We Are Called Juno."
"Hey, all he wanted was to shake your hand, you don't have to be such an ass!" yelled Pious, as he pointed with a finger.
Juno withdrew his hand and rolled his eyes. "Whatever!"
Pious glares and reaches out to shake figments hand. "I'm Pious."
"And I'm, like I said earlier Figment." He looks toward Kabraxis. "And you are?"
"Kabraxis, Dr. Kabraxis." "Dr.?"
"Yes, I have a doctorate in killing." He says wit h a grin.
The team laughs for several moments.
(They think I'm joking...)
The elevator hits there floor and the doors open. Pious whistles. The site was amazingly.... Ugly. The long hallway was dimly lit, and the door sprouted out of its side like wholes of cheese. They walked down the hall a ways and reached the 18th one.
"Home sweet home..."
The room was relatively small. A tv in the top corner of the room, a couch and a few chairs, and the row of lockers for personal gear.
"Wow... They really pulled out all the stops!" said Figment as he flopped down on one end of the couch. "I mean look at this couch!" he points to what has to be a piss stain. "Now that's what I call plush!"
The others take seats.
"We need to get down to business. We need to come up with a name. Anyone have a suggestion?"
"Penis Mightiers!"
"No..."
(For the safety of the character, that suggestion will remain an anonymous one.)
Juno rubs his masked forehead. "We think Death Reapers."
"That's cool with me. We should leave out the death part so it sounds better." Kabraxis comments.
"Pious, what do you think?"
"Sounds good to me."
"Ok then, Reapers it is!"
The intercom turns on with a beep. "Team 18, your match is about to begin. Please head toward the arena.
"Figment, team 18."
"Pious, team 18."
"Kabraxis, team 18."
"Junoboi, team 18."
"Alright!" Figment cries.
"Lets go!" Pious cries.
"...fags..." Kabraxis comments.
"...Kill..." Juno mutters.
The four combatants stepped forward.
"Not so gentlemen, to your lockers. You have one hour until your match starts. I suggest discussing a strategy or get to know one another. Maybe even decide on a team name. Depart now, and good luck." The announcers hand waved them stage right, and they left to the elevator.
When they got in the elevator they all stood silently until Figment got up the nerve to talk. He out stretched his hand to Juno.
"Hi, I'm Figment."
Juno shook his hand. "We are called Juno."
"We... What?"
"I don't remember stuttering? I said, We Are Called Juno."
"Hey, all he wanted was to shake your hand, you don't have to be such an ass!" yelled Pious, as he pointed with a finger.
Juno withdrew his hand and rolled his eyes. "Whatever!"
Pious glares and reaches out to shake figments hand. "I'm Pious."
"And I'm, like I said earlier Figment." He looks toward Kabraxis. "And you are?"
"Kabraxis, Dr. Kabraxis." "Dr.?"
"Yes, I have a doctorate in killing." He says wit h a grin.
The team laughs for several moments.
(They think I'm joking...)
The elevator hits there floor and the doors open. Pious whistles. The site was amazingly.... Ugly. The long hallway was dimly lit, and the door sprouted out of its side like wholes of cheese. They walked down the hall a ways and reached the 18th one.
"Home sweet home..."
The room was relatively small. A tv in the top corner of the room, a couch and a few chairs, and the row of lockers for personal gear.
"Wow... They really pulled out all the stops!" said Figment as he flopped down on one end of the couch. "I mean look at this couch!" he points to what has to be a piss stain. "Now that's what I call plush!"
The others take seats.
"We need to get down to business. We need to come up with a name. Anyone have a suggestion?"
"Penis Mightiers!"
"No..."
(For the safety of the character, that suggestion will remain an anonymous one.)
Juno rubs his masked forehead. "We think Death Reapers."
"That's cool with me. We should leave out the death part so it sounds better." Kabraxis comments.
"Pious, what do you think?"
"Sounds good to me."
"Ok then, Reapers it is!"
The intercom turns on with a beep. "Team 18, your match is about to begin. Please head toward the arena.