Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Part 1: Chapter Three

The MME tournament was held inside Woghorts Castle, a large, boxy building which was once a warehouse for novelty inhalers, but was repurposed as a convention center and headquarters of the MME.

The first person Holden encountered after he had shoved open the stiff revolving glass door was a kind ginger child.

“Ginger kid, what’s your name?” asked Holden.

“My name is Dlanor,” said the boy. “Don’t you remember me?”

Holden immediately chopped off Dlanor’s head, realizing that this was the same red headed Dlanor he remembered killing his father.

“Hey kid!” yelled a man who looked oddly like John Cena in his striped referee outfit. Just Google it if you want a picture for reference.

“Who, me?” asked Holden.

“Yeah, you! Why did you just kill that boy?” asked the cool looking man.

“He killed my father,” replied Holden.

“Oh, well… that’s okay then. My name is Coach Grumblesnore, and I’m the MME wrestling coach.”

“Cool story bro. I’m Holden Secretbees, and I’m here to win the MME tournament.”

“Okay Mr. Secretbees, let’s get you ready for your first match.”

The two of them walked down a winding corridor, taking a left, a right, hopping up and down three times. Finally, they climbed a ladder that led to a room containing a magic wrestling ring.

“Holden, your first opponent is…”

“Who? Dear lord tell me, who is my opponent?!” yelled Holden, tears streaming down his caramel colored face.

“Your opponent is… ME!” shouted Grumblesnore, withdrawing a wand. Quickly, Holden withdrew his as well. “Abra Kadabra!” shouted Grumblesnore, and bed bugs flew from the tip of his wooden stick. They soared across the room, zooming into Holden’s mouth.

Attempting to swallow, Holden muffled cries of disgust. After a few gulps he had devoured all of the bugs.

“Eww, that was gross,” Holden moaned. “Avada kedavra!” Green light erupted from Holden’s wand, striking Grumblesnore square in the chest. Seconds later, the coach fell to the ground, dead.



A congratulatory melody played over a loudspeaker, and a ladder dropped down from the ceiling. A voice congratulated Holden, and instructed him to climb.


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