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When Cullen woke up the first thing he noticed other than a terrible headache was that he was in some long moving object that didn't have windows so he couldn't tell where he was. "Where am I." The twenty three year old man said. He had military grade buzzcut. The gang member tried to think back to how he ended up on this vehicle to little effect. He turned his head when he heard a voice behind him. He recognized the voice though it was a couple of years since hearing it. "Bear claw?" He asked. He turned his foreword as a light filled the room.
"Welcome to the sixth King of the Fist tournament." An Asian man said. Cullen didn't recognize the man " Sorry for the incontinence but we needed you guys to be at your best performance. Right now most of you combatants are waking up from what I belive was a nice deep sleep. As there were many who wanted to participate in this tournament the chairmen have decided to create a little trial for all of you. " He took a quick breath. " All four hundred combatants will be dropped onto this island." A picture of the island appeared. " You guys will fight until only thirty two of you remain. On your left arm is this object." The screen showed a metal circle that had a green light on it. "The device tracks your body's movements, consciousness, and heart rate if you are koed are tap out this will happen." The object turned red. "When this happens you are eliminated you are to report to the eastern side of the island where a boat will be waiting for you." The man's face became the focus of the screen. "As for how you will be going down there." The man said with a tiny grin. A red light flashed as the back of the vehicle started to open up. " You will be jumping to the island. Your chair is designed to release a parachute at five hundred feet . Good luck." The screen turned blank as Cullen was pulled outside. He held onto his arm rests as the seat exited the plane. He looked around and saw many more planes depositing people. He closed his eyes as he tried to ready himself for what was to come.
When Cullen woke up the first thing he noticed other than a terrible headache was that he was in some long moving object that didn't have windows so he couldn't tell where he was. "Where am I." The twenty three year old man said. He had military grade buzzcut. The gang member tried to think back to how he ended up on this vehicle to little effect. He turned his head when he heard a voice behind him. He recognized the voice though it was a couple of years since hearing it. "Bear claw?" He asked. He turned his foreword as a light filled the room.
"Welcome to the sixth King of the Fist tournament." An Asian man said. Cullen didn't recognize the man " Sorry for the incontinence but we needed you guys to be at your best performance. Right now most of you combatants are waking up from what I belive was a nice deep sleep. As there were many who wanted to participate in this tournament the chairmen have decided to create a little trial for all of you. " He took a quick breath. " All four hundred combatants will be dropped onto this island." A picture of the island appeared. " You guys will fight until only thirty two of you remain. On your left arm is this object." The screen showed a metal circle that had a green light on it. "The device tracks your body's movements, consciousness, and heart rate if you are koed are tap out this will happen." The object turned red. "When this happens you are eliminated you are to report to the eastern side of the island where a boat will be waiting for you." The man's face became the focus of the screen. "As for how you will be going down there." The man said with a tiny grin. A red light flashed as the back of the vehicle started to open up. " You will be jumping to the island. Your chair is designed to release a parachute at five hundred feet . Good luck." The screen turned blank as Cullen was pulled outside. He held onto his arm rests as the seat exited the plane. He looked around and saw many more planes depositing people. He closed his eyes as he tried to ready himself for what was to come.