Three

[promotion_plz]

[Shinon's typical bored voice can be heard echoing out from the Coliseum. He has found himself a job.]We're definitely in for an exciting match, here. As the two fighters enter the arena, a hush falls over the crowd--all five of them, looks like. On the left, we have The Cursh. Dulled-down claymore in hand, The Crush is an opponent that strikes

Comments

[notaluchador]

Sadly, I think your commentary was the only good thing 'bout this match.

[promotion_plz]

Glad to hear it.

[notaluchador]

No problem! [glances over at the fighters again] So are you like the official commentator for all the games?

[promotion_plz]

Yep. It's a pretty cushy gig. Better than actually fighting.

[notaluchador]

Are you sure this can be called "fighting?" I'm pretty sure it's more trash talk than anything.

[promotion_plz]

Yeah. But I'd say these clowns are even worse than usual.

[notaluchador]

Yeesh. And they're getting paid for this?

[promotion_plz]

Sadly.

[notaluchador]

[The urge to curse? Is infinitely rising.]

... This town gets weirder every day.