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"... When do we start?"
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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand. I staggered to my feet, my head aching, wondering what had happened. I remembered taking part in a mandatory corporate meeting, then afterwards I walked to my car in the parking garage when someone attacked me from behind. And now I have a bloody knife in my hand and what looks like a dead body several feet from me. "First time killing someone?" an unknown voice said from the shadows. "May I ask who said that" I inquired. " The referee" the voice said. Out of the shadows comes a older, bearded male who looks like he has not washed his clothes in years. " Call me the referee, do you understand where you at right now?" he asked. "No" I replied. "Well long story short, you have been selected to fight in a underground tournament. The people who operate this abduct coporate big wigs like yourself and force them to fight to the death and my job exist to make sure the fights remain as fair as possible" he explained."What" I replied. Just then a door opened and several men and a woman enter. The woman wore a business suit but had no shoes on. "Your next opponent has arrived, careful with her " the referee said. "You want me to fight a female?" I inquired." "Of course, we do not discriminate down here." he said. " Now choose your weapon wisely so we...
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand. I staggered to my feet, my head aching, wondering what had happened. I remembered taking part in a mandatory corporate meeting, then afterwards I walked to my car in the parking garage when someone attacked me from behind. And now I have a bloody knife in my hand and what looks like a dead body several feet from me. "First time killing someone?" an unknown voice said from the shadows. "May I ask who said that" I inquired. " The referee" the voice said. Out of the shadows comes a older, bearded male who looks like he has not washed his clothes in years. " Call me the referee, do you understand where you at right now?" he asked. "No" I replied. "Well long story short, you have been selected to fight in a underground tournament. The people who operate this abduct coporate big wigs like yourself and force them to fight to the death and my job exist to make sure the fights remain as fair as possible" he explained."What" I replied. Just then a door opened and several men and a woman enter. The woman wore a business suit but had no shoes on. "Your next opponent has arrived, careful with her " the referee said. "You want me to fight a female?" I inquired." "Of course, we do not discriminate down here." he said. " Now choose your weapon wisely so we...
