You cringe, the sound isn't to appealing, you know what that means, you'll be all alone against them all. You can immagine them all starting with weapons, you know this is going to make you a very sore taur at the end. As the names are read off you try to remember who is who, Butch... thats a bull.., Sparky... Thats a roo, Marty... thats... That sounds like a drink, you can't remember who he is. Rounders, Thats a Rat, Marcie.. was that the hir sensation, some overhyped lemur or something, you knew how much her matches had been set to win already. Red... He was a red otter, a real smart ass. All of them are around human sized at least, more or less, Red is about 7 foot 300lb, the largest you think. Anyway you look at it your in trouble, you tenitivly walk into the the areana proper, cautiosly, observing your foes, they are all in the ring, everything you feared is correct, they are all armed, maybe hit and run will work best.
"No holds bared, But no dismemberment, on shreding" The announcer says, you snarl to yourself, lossing yet another advantage. You try to focus, if you can pull this one out..well... Tesla should be the hottest buzz
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