|THIS IS SUPER OLD, BUT NOTHING I HAVE MADE, NOR EVER WILL MAKE, CAN COMAPARE|
HPM Fighting Competition - Round 1 - AbbigaleIt was irony. Really, it was.HPM Fighting Competition - Round 1 - Abbigale by Relaji
I thought that, maybe, for once, things could possibly go my way. The little sign-up sheet didn't look threatening, filled with names of those who writhed beneath me. It was like a menagerie of the weak and helpless, their little spines taunt and pulling in their quivering whines as they attempted to validate their sense of worth in this pitiful sphere.
I figured it could be fun. Legalized brutalization, you know? Something to vent to, to unleash the fury that was my hate. They couldn't stop me on my way to the gold. They wouldn't even dare.
So I fell for it, this cruel and unfair joke, filling out that line with my lacking abilities.
And so I left it hanging there, apathetic after that point. It even dared to leave my mind entirely, that absent sheet, and, maybe, I could have even accepted that defeat.
But come it did, that announcement and trial to be, read not by my own eyes but by observation alone, my opponent only one of the pathetic maggots that had