REZIN VS. PRESTON
“Our first Fiend is another that probably regrets signing up for this competition. He’s kind of skittish, and hates being in the spotlight, so maybe avert your eyes a bit as he makes his way out here. The boy loves fighting in games, but hates actual fighting. So again, why did he choose to participate? The Nondescript Nobody, Rezin!”
“The second Fiend of this match is someone the Fiends For Hire have faced before but likely don’t remember. A college student who’s sold his services as a Fiend to help pay for his studies. Now he hopes to win this competition to carve out a brighter future. The Pressured Peer, Preston!”
“Both Fiends have elected for obstacles, so bring them up!” The obstacles were everchanging for each fight. In this instance, the arena turned into a junkyard, filled with heaps of trash and damaged old cars and machinery. “Fight!”
Rezin immediately removed himself from sight, hiding somewhere in the mounds of refuse, but Preston didn’t budge from his starting position. “I see you’ve already attacked me,” he spoke calmly. “The mounds of trash before me are morphing into monsters that look like they’re ready to pounce.”
“And on top of that, you’ve already started targeting my biggest fears. Hell, you even have my disappointed parents staring down at me from the sky. But unfortunately for you, my biggest fear is failure—something I’ve experienced just recently, so I’m not going to let it happen again so easily.”
“I guess I just need to flip this situation and create a nightmare of my own.” A car close to Preston suddenly started crunching out of nowhere, like an invisible force was repeatedly banging into it from all sides with a giant hammer, until it was pressed into a rough cube. “Let’s start by giving you nowhere to run. The only trash left in this place will be you.”
After crunching away another car, Preston moved on to one of the bigger trash mounds. It kept squishing in on itself, compressing more and more, until it was pressed into a tight ball. But when the man moved onto the next, he suddenly took a step back in panic.
“I see what you did there,” he spouted after he caught his breath. “You made me think that the pile of trash was going to fall over and crush me to death—tried to get me to flee, possibly jumping out of the arena—anything to avoid that rubbish way to die. It was a good ploy, but you’re dealing with someone with more sensibilities than most.”
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“So let’s pick up the pace! As soon as I find you, this will all be over!” Now multiple piles of trash started being destroyed at once. Not all of them were crushed, others were blasted away as if explosives detonated inside of them.
《Niloy: Hey, wait a second, isn’t that the mawhger who we fought at Bastion?!》
《Kada: Huh? Yeah I think it is! No wonder they paired up the two of us to commentate!》
《Kada: Don’t let him beat you, Rezin! Kill that mother mawhger!》
《Niloy: Yeah, kill him! Forget the rules, make him wish he was never born!》
“It seems the crowd isn’t on my side,” Preston huffed. “I can hear the boos starting to ripple around. Not long now and they’ll all be against me. But that’s nothing new. Luck has never been on my side. To achieve great things, you just have to put in the work! There you are!”
Preston blasted away another pile of rubbish, and Rezin flinched since he was suddenly exposed, popping back into existence for all to see. But instead of doing anything to retaliate, the boy suddenly started choking and gasping for air, before slumping even lower.
《Niloy: What are you doing, Rezin?! Stop fooling around and make him think his face is melting off!》
《Kada: Yeah don’t lose to a prick like him!》
“Sorry to say,” Preston smirked, “but your friend is a bit preoccupied—so stunned by my abilities. I guess you could say, I quite literally took his breath away. And if you think there’s any chance of him recovering, well it’s too late for that!”
Rezin suddenly slid forward a few feet on the ground before he was blasted backwards and sent soaring out of the arena, hitting the wall with an unceremonious flop.
“Preston wins!”
~Unfulfilled Wish~
Rezin: To have my own game studio that’s dedicated to making sequels for games that I love but were discontinued.