Wilson weaved through the thin blades of ice, like a veteran surfer through the water waves. He stretched his hand like before to grab the furious twin by the head just like he did with his brother. He had developed a liking for grabbing his opponents by the face. His fingers were only centimeters away from securing a firm grip when suddenly he felt a change in the air pressure, or was it temperature, behind him. It was hard to explain if he tried. All he knew was someone was now there. He abruptly pulled his hand back, ducked his head and awkwardly rolled to the side as quickly as he could, barely escaping a fatal knife stab to his jugular.
"Tsk!" It was Colt who clicked his tongue and retreated. He left Wilson and went straight for Fawn who was by now, utterly exhausted from fighting two people at once. She was bleeding from her arms and thighs and various other cuts to her torso. Her clothes were in tatters. Wilson glanced at Dash and was surprised to see him holding out bettColt woke up and sat up."What.... I'm awake, ain't I?" He asked himself. He was sure he was awake. Were his eyes still closed? Or why was everywhere still black? He tried to open his eyes for several minutes. "My eyes!" He jumped to his feet. Or at least tried. As soon as he moved , he hit his head hard against something. He raised his hand to touch. It felt like concrete."Div? Platoon! China? Hey! What the f*ck are you trying to pull?" He yelled. His voice echoed back to him. He touched his eyes. They were open. Why was everywhere still dark?He panicked."Hello! Anyone? Where am I? Dad? China, I bet that is you. Come on, we can talk about this. The bomb thing was just a joke. I wouldn't actually try to blow up my friend." He tried to persuade. He crawled forward as he spoke."Chan!" He changed tactics and yelled. "I'm talking to you. Answer me. Chan! Chan!"**************Wilson woke up, feeling groggy. Like most other times, it took him some ti
People, young and old alike, were flocking into the world's biggest stadium built to contain precisely a million people. The event of the day was not more than a single wrestling match. It was a match every wrestling fan had been anticipating since the beginning of these wrestlers' careers. As people continued to flock in, the two most popular commentators, Brown, with his croaky voice that still managed to catch people's attention and Jay-B, a former wrestler doomed to never fight again after an unfortunate motor accident, were already at work, literally shouting in a bid to hype the match."Ladies and gentlemen, this is the fight we've all been waiting for! A long-term rivalry has finally found its way into ring.""Yes, Brown! The time has come to know who is the king of wrestling entertainment! These two men have been at each others' neck for a long time! Probably since the beginning of their careers....maybe even before then.""You know, it's cra
The distance between Wolfe and Boxer was closed very quickly. They threw a punch at each other to sort of test the surface. Both fists collided and the result was devastating. The entire stadium shook from the impact. Dust rose in the arena. Everywhere went quiet. Then it was followed by the shouts from Boxer's fans. Wolfe was thrown off by the collision. There was just no way his fist could stand against Boxer's. He flew and landed back where he began. He could feel his fist throbbing from the pain and inspected it."It's not broken! That's good!" He muttered to himself and looked up to see Boxer rushing at him. Closing the distance up very quickly. He quickly stood up and moved to his left. Not too far but far enough to make Boxer lower his movement speed to turn."Nope! Still too fast!" He turned to move to his right making Boxer alter his speed to get back on track."Right! That should do!" Wolfe had barely muttered that statement before he saw B
Laser guns were fired from seemingly everywhere. There were suddenly spaceships in the air and weird-looking humanoid creatures clad in silver armor-like clothing that was definitely not from earth. Aliens had invaded Earth, and what better time to do it than when the whole world was more or less in a relaxed excited mood.Wolfe looked around at the spaceships, the soldiers firing lasers from scaly guns displaying their advanced technological level. People were screaming in fear, running for their dear lives towards the various exits, some hiding under their seats in an attempt to avoid the laser shots. The entire stadium was shaken to the core and was beginning to fall apart. Wolfe was frustrated by the sudden change of events. It was supposed to be his complete victory; Boxer was about to admit defeat. Then, he was infuriated. How dare these ugly creatures from god-knows-where suddenly show up and steal the limelight. And what’s more? They were not just killing pe
“I am going to the wrestling academy and I am gonna become a pro-wrestler and there’s nothing you can say or do to stop me!” Wilson shouted at his mom.“If you go to that school against my wish, I will disown as my son and you must never step foot in this place ever again!” His mother screamed at him.“Why don’t you want me to fight?” Wilson asked once again. He must have asked her a thousand times since he clocked sixteen a week ago. But, like all the other times, she did not say a word and just looked at him with a blank expression.“Fine! Goodbye!” Wilson said wearing a calm look even though he was already crying inside. A part of him wanted him to immediately leave and chase after his dream but another part wanted him to listen and stay. So, he waited for a few seconds hoping against hope that his mom will say something to give him a tangible reason to give his dream up and find another
Wilson and Dale quietly rode on. Wilson in the two-wheeled carriage and Dale sitting in the front holding on to the ropes used to keep the horse-like beast in place. They travelled on day after day using the man-made roads used to connect the villages to the city, without them seeing any other person, covering a bit of distance each day before stopping to rest at night. They barely spoke with each other. There was nothing to speak about anyway. A full week had passed before they finally arrived at the next village. The first thing Wilson noted was that the village was larger than the one he grew up in. It could almost qualify to be called a city.‘Maybe in a few more years’ Wilson thought to himself.“We will stop here tonight!” Dale said as he slowed the beast down to a stop in front of an inn. They entered the inn and saw a lot of people in a bar. Some men were drinking quietly, some people were singing and many others seemed to want t
Dale and Wilson once again continued their journey. They came across many more villages and small towns. These towns had flying vehicles, large towers and buildings, were very populated and the hierarchy was apparent over there. Wilson marveled at the sight of these vehicles and buildings. Dale sniggered.“Wait till you get to the city of your dreams! This is nothing compared to that.” He said as he heard Wilson praising the beauty of these towns.A month after they started their journey, they entered a city that made the previous towns they had seen look like toddler towns. It was filled with the characteristic hustle and bustle of a city life, even at night. There were guards everywhere. Cars, carriages, Buses, Communication devices, various types of foods, inns, hotels, bars, people shouting and displaying their wares, some loud music was being played at a corner where some people were gathered watching a man and his three-tailed albino monkey dance. A
It has been two weeks since Wilson got to Forest City. He had not seen Dale throughout those two weeks. Dale got and paid for a room for Wilson in a moderately inn and told him to keep training in preparation for the tournament. Wilson was given enough money to last a month. He bought new clothing to blend in as a commoner in the city.“I will be back in a few weeks before the tournament begins!” He remembered Dale telling him the last time he saw him. He made no friends and did not socialize. He was here with a goal in mind, not for trivial matters like; ‘Hi, nice to meet you….’ and stuff related to all that unnecessary nonsense. Wouldn’t it be better if he spent all that time exercising in order to stay in shape and improving on the few moves he knew? Basically throwing punches, kicks, grapples and tosses and body slams. He had seen a school for martial arts with students his age flooding into the space everyday. He really wanted to