The Competition
Snake was hunting some food. He had a cantaloupe on his sniper scope. A funny blue aurora surrounded him. He grabbed his knife and began to slash and stab at it. It teleported him to some sort of odd structure. Around him were some of his rivals such as Sam Fisher, Snake the Ape, Garret Taffer, and a couple others.
A voice boomed over their heads. "You have all been selected by me to fight in a stealth competition. Duels start tomorrow, good luck." Snake looked at one of the competitors. It was his own son, David. He had a cigarette in his mouth. Amateur, he thought.
He grabbed a cigar from his pocket and lit it. He stuck it into his mouth. "That's bad for you." Snake the Ape warned. "Yeah, so is being captured by an 11 year old kid!" Jack replied. Sam Fisher walked over. He grabbed Snake's gun and cocked it so far it came apart. He threw the pieces at Snake the Ape.
"That's what'll happen to you if you try to take the prize." He walked away. Snake grabbed his spare gun and pointed it at Sam. He grabbed his knife and got into his CQC stance. Sam took out his knife and charged at Snake.
Snake tossed his knife and gun in the air. He grabbed Sam's knife and arm. He turned the arm over and fractured it. He grabbed Sam's knife and stabbed Sam's leg. His gun and knife landed perfectly in his hands. "And that class," He was talking to the group. "Is what you should do if an idiot with a knife charges at you."
He kicked Sam in the head twice. Ocelot walked over to him. "Good to see you again, John." He smirked. "Good to see you to." Snake replied. The geeky reporter named Matt was taking photos of all the spies. "He grabbed his Colt Single Action army. He couldn't wait to face Ocelot.