24 hours before the final fight
For a good portion of the day, my mind rummages through the final moments of my bout with Alexander Apex. It was almost as if seeing me brought forth some latent feelings, feelings that seemingly produced hesitation or lack of judgement. I won. It's hard to understand how a man that was hell bent on killing me, was brought down by a series of my more simplier manuevers. I suppose the only comfort is knowing that even though I killed him--he is not really dead.
Clara Mass, my first round opponent fought me to the limits of my energy; and even though through employment of my Cardinal abilities I was able to forgo pain, my body took the hit shortly after I won.
The second round against Alexander was a bit different than anything I've ever faced. I had an opponent that fought me meticulously, using the advance deceptions methods to persuade the enviroment against me. I knew how I wanted to win; but I don't think I was ever prepared for the outcome. It is only now, now that I sit here in this hotel...or cell; I'm not exactly sure what it is to be honest. It is only now, that I realize he may have had some sort of infacuation with me.
The fact that I cannot find any solid information on my new opponent tells me something in the room is preventing me from knowing. There are whole gaps in the news presentation that omit names and images instead they only describe her last fight as "Hot, Passionate, and Emotional". None of that describes any of the fights I've ever had, but If that's the case I want to be ready for anything this woman has to offer.
Death is something that arrives in three's and we are each other's third victim; I do not plan to lose after coming so far, but I know that if there was ever a perfect time to play the ace of spades, now was the time to do it.
My thoughts are abruptly interrupted by the opening of my door, and with it a muscular woman standing about 5'8. As my eyes briefly meet with hers I could tell she was some sort of slave; she peered down as if communication was forbidden. Instead she moved toward my bed, resting an invitation on the nightstand, and opened a tray of makeup. A party apparently, one to be held in my honor; intriguing to say the least. The woman begins to apply my make-up without a sound, instead of making eye contact I try to learn as much about her through her body.
Her wrist were littered with scars, her lips seems to have been sticthed shut, and as hard as she tried to hide it her hands were very coarse. This woman was a former champion of one of these galaxies. How did this happen to her? Selfish thoughts infiltrate my mind, was this soon to be my fate?
Not long after she started, I'm finished; which tells me she's been doing this for a while because it usually takes hours to beat my face.
She prompts me to rise to which I do, but compared to her I'm a stick; but even in the fact of what was clearly an intergalatic champion I maintain my composure, Ha Warriors code.
Instead of looking down, she glares directly at me; as if a fight between the two of us could happen right here right now. I am typically docile but in the face of this former champion I found myself getting riled. She clearly supported my opponent. "Think of me as an offering to your preferred champion if you want to, by this time tomorrow...you will see first hand who the better victor is" I say snatching my clothes from her. "I shall be ready in 45 minutes."
I can hear them, outside this locker room in an uproar. 70,000 fanatics waiting to get their fill of glory and gore. I know just from the party that many of them are cheering for me, just like an equal portion will be cheering for my opponent. The crowd is split, which will make for an interesting evening. The only thing going through my mind now, is who is the favorite? What are my odds? And if they are stacked against me how far must I go to secure victory? My control over the Goddess throughout this tourney has been spot on, we have synced in so many ways that our Brain/Brawn combinations delivered us here.
Just one more fight, just one more battle, just one more insulin shot; before I am home back to my own exploits. The firefly like cameras prompt me to the entrance, music blast and I'm drawn to it. Is this supposed to be my theme song? I like it. Their cheers ingnite the battle hardened Goddess resting inside of me, she knows what this is and what this means--and she is ready to deliver.
As I walk down the ramp to a series of cheers and jeers, my eyes focus on several of the participants that loss. Three people I'm quite familar with catch my eye. Cassius Knightfall someone I knew when she once shared the last name, I send him a cordial head nod before turning my gaze to Alexander Apex. We share gazes, but only for a moment and for the first time since we met we exude the same emotion--confusion.
Then there's Clara, in a bold move the Enchantress steps up in my face. We are nose to nose like we could go again right here, right now. "The ring is right there" I say mushing the chaotic storm queen out of my way, she wants to act, but it tis almost as if something her is holding her back--which is good. There does not need to be TWO deaths here today.
I walk the steel steps and enter the ring, I almost immediatly notice the cover hanging over head. I will have to make a hole to transform, if she lets me. As my music ends I hear thousands of people...chanting my name.
"Introducing first, from Earth; THEEEEE GODDDESSS!" The announcers voice booms in my mind, followed by the ravenous roar from the crowd. I stand in the middle of the ring, ready to fight.