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“The healers called off their strike, sir, and have the gladiators patched up again, good as new.”
“Excellent news!” exclaimed Theben. “Is the halftime show over yet?”
“Yes, sir. Although there was an incident at the end. Seems the singers had a gimmick staged where he’d rip off Cleo’s tunic ‘at the end of this song’, and instead tore off her top, exposing her right breast. Not that the pagans mind, of course, but there have been some reports of casualties in the Christian seating.”
“Bah. Give me a Page 3 girl any day over her,” quipped Skanky, remarkably sober for the occasion.
“They’ll live. Let’s get this thing rolling.”
/me returns to his seating overlooking the arena.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Now is the moment you’ve all waited patiently for. We are down to 2 finalists. One of them shall not leave here alive. The other will win this…” Theben holds aloft a large silver trophy, with ornate inlaid stones, “and earn the title of Champion of the Tournament.
“Having defeated their previous opponents, they vie against each other. You know who they are. Let’s hear it for: Spacius Maximus, and the Doctor!!”
A loud cheering could be heard echoing down from the stands, as the two men walked out from opposite entrances. Neither noticed the crowd as they focused completely on the other, mentally sizing up their old rival. They met in the center.
“So, we meet again… Spacius.”
He returned the acknowledgement. “Doctor.”
“Let us hope the outcome is as it was last time,” he smiled.
Spacius smiled back. “You think too highly of yourself. Prepare for disappointment.”
“Excellent news!” exclaimed Theben. “Is the halftime show over yet?”
“Yes, sir. Although there was an incident at the end. Seems the singers had a gimmick staged where he’d rip off Cleo’s tunic ‘at the end of this song’, and instead tore off her top, exposing her right breast. Not that the pagans mind, of course, but there have been some reports of casualties in the Christian seating.”
“Bah. Give me a Page 3 girl any day over her,” quipped Skanky, remarkably sober for the occasion.
“They’ll live. Let’s get this thing rolling.”
/me returns to his seating overlooking the arena.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Now is the moment you’ve all waited patiently for. We are down to 2 finalists. One of them shall not leave here alive. The other will win this…” Theben holds aloft a large silver trophy, with ornate inlaid stones, “and earn the title of Champion of the Tournament.
“Having defeated their previous opponents, they vie against each other. You know who they are. Let’s hear it for: Spacius Maximus, and the Doctor!!”
A loud cheering could be heard echoing down from the stands, as the two men walked out from opposite entrances. Neither noticed the crowd as they focused completely on the other, mentally sizing up their old rival. They met in the center.
“So, we meet again… Spacius.”
He returned the acknowledgement. “Doctor.”
“Let us hope the outcome is as it was last time,” he smiled.
Spacius smiled back. “You think too highly of yourself. Prepare for disappointment.”
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