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<span class="mu-r">“Y’know, it might be a better idea if we go half and half this time around.”</span> you said, leaning forward a bit. <span class="mu-r">“Best case scenario, we make a few bucks. Worst case scenario…well, you’re a regular here, right? How bad could it be?”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“What happened to all that confidence from before, huh? Not liking the competition?”</span> Flint said, a little too smug for your liking.
<span class="mu-r">“Trust me, Flint. There’s some spiders you can’t squash, no matter what you hit them with…”</span> you said, returning your gaze to Typhoid Mary. <span class="mu-r">“Like this real big one my Ma had to drop a bowling ball on. The little fucker was massive, Flint! I tell ya, it was-”</span>
Flint promptly placed his head in his hands and groaned loudly. <span class="mu-g">“Please, God. Don’t let me lose all my money because of this moron.”</span> he prayed.
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After signing up as a last minute addition, you entrusted Flint with 15k, since he offered you the same. You weren’t in the mood to tell him that Tombstone paid you more than everyone else other than Beetle, so you kept quiet about that little part.
You went to the bathroom, removed your shirt, replaced your jeans with some sweatpants, and slid the cloth mask over your face. Flint mentioned that they didn’t allow any weapons or armor during these fights, so you were a bit more confident in knowing that you wouldn’t face off against somebody with a sword.
Once you were done, you went straight to the reception area, told them your stage name and arranged to be involved in the tournament they were holding.
You could tell from the look she gave you that the receptionist didn’t think much of you, but you were determined to change that perspective, right here, tonight.
After a brief waiting period that felt like it stretched on forever, you were called to take the center stage with your opponent.
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<span class="mu-b">“IIIIIN THIS CORNERRR, WE HAVE A NEW FIGHTER! HE TRAINED DEEP IN THE MOUNTAINS, RAN WITH THE GAZELLES AND WRESTLED LIONS IN THE SAVANNAH! BUT ALL THAT BORED HIM, SO HE CAME HERE SEEKING A CHALLENGE, FOLKS! LET’S GIVE IT UP FORRRRR…”</span>
The announcer paused and leaned in to whisper in your ear. <span class="mu-b">“Hey! What’s your name, kid?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“The Huntsman.”</span>
<span class="mu-b">“The what? The Cuntsman?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“No, no! What the fuck, dude? I said ‘The Huntsman’!”</span>
<span class="mu-b">“The Hunter?”</span>
Jesus H. Christ! You know that it’s loud in here, but come on!
<span class="mu-r">“THE. HUNTSMAN.”</span>
He nodded and gave you a sly wink? Was he just taking the piss out of you?
<span class="mu-b">“LET'S GIVE IT UP FOR THE FOR…<span class="mu-s">THE HUNTSMAAAAAAN</span>!”</span>
Despite not knowing who you were, the crowd went ballistic. And as much as you hated to admit it, that was mostly thanks to the energy that the announcer brought to the pit.
You waved at the crowd, performed a couple of acrobatic flips, flashed a few of rude gestures and swaggered your way into the cage.
(Cont.)
