CAP - THE FINAL BATTLE (Dylan)
Jan 21, 2014 10:42:15 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on Jan 21, 2014 10:42:15 GMT -5
MATTHEW DUNHAM
Ever since I got the all clear, well half-clear that I needed from the doctors in order to enter the final round of the pregames I’ve had my mind set on winning. Especially after what happened between Mark and Kyanite. I’m not talking about the fight, which sucked big time but his move on her. I NEED to teach him a lesson or two.
The date of the fight has been selected and my dad gave me more free time from work to get back into shape. At first I only ran laps to get my endurance and stamina up again because I couldn’t swim. Then I resorted to weights, chin ups, pull ups, sit ups…all I could do with only one arm. I needed to get the other one as strong as possible to replace the other one that was barely functional due to the multiple injuries…yes, a knife, an arrow and some severed finger can really screw up a limb.
The jury has asked me to drop out and accept a second place but I’m not having any of that, not even if there’s a 90 percent chance that I will come in second any way.
The night before I couldn’t really sleep because I’m well aware how badly this could end for me. One or two times I wonder whether I’m out of my mind to go up against a gladiator like Mark, who might not even stop at killing peace keepers, as I heard a rumor.
Yet I don’t want to back down. I’m not a coward, never have been.
For almost two hours before the fight I’ve been at the arena warming up, drinking water, taking yet another leak….Today I won’t fight shirtless. I did that to show I have nothing to hide but it also made me feel vulnerable.
I’ve thought long and hard about what weapon to choose and taken Tyrens recommendation into consideration. I know exactly what my choice will be when the officials finally let me know that it’s ‘ten minutes to the show’.
Today will be a huge audience. Even down here I can hear their excited chatter and cheering, which puts a smile on my face. This is huge. Who would have thought that I’d make it to the final round.
Five minutes later it’s time. My name gets called so I take a deep breath and march into the sandy arena as if I never did anything else. There’s not a hint of fear about me, just pride while I walk as self assured as anyone can and great the crowd with my right fist in the air just to earn a loud cheer. Somewhere in there are Kyanite, Gala and my father, I know.
Despite what I had planned I now pull my shirt off to meet my oponent as usual...with nothing to hide, not even fear!