Post by Marcus Lee on Jul 19, 2013 12:36:48 GMT -5
(You may join only to watch in the stands, Draven and I are the ones in the competition)
April 20th, 23CLE
Marcus sighed at the gathering of people. The amount of scrawny humans around baffled him. He couldn't understand how some of these people thought they would win. "I suppose it's all in good fun." He tapped his umbrella impatiently on the ground. Waiting for the competition to start. A rather large building in Noxus had been converted into a meeting place for this. The arm wrestling tournament. Marcus chuckled to himself. He understood why they were having the match. but it was still quite funny to him. He kept tapping his umbrella upon the ground. For what seemed like an hour. When finally, whoever was announcing the competition decided that enough people where here. He finally announced that the contest would begin. Each person was given a number when they entered. Apparently they were to find the person with the same number as them for the first match. After that, Marcus was unsure how they would proceed. Around two hundred people were here. Not counting those in the stands. He could already see some people that had started before everyone else had a chance to find their partners. He looked down at his number, 38. "38 huh?" He looked around him. Trying to find someone with his number. Although he didn't look to hard. A man finally approached him that had the same number as him. An altered man, he had a mechanical arm. Marcus laughed at this. The man thought that he had an advantage because of this. When the round between them started. Marcus pretended to have problems with the man, to not make him feel so bad. But then after about 10 seconds he would slam their hands into the mat that showed they had lost. This trend continued until the semi finals. When Marcus finally saw a person he was interested in facing. Draven was here. He had to face him. Both beat their opponents handily. and sat down in front of each other. "This will be fun." Those were the only words Marcus could express about his opponent in the final round. He smiled slyly and readied himself for the challenge to come.
April 20th, 23CLE
Marcus sighed at the gathering of people. The amount of scrawny humans around baffled him. He couldn't understand how some of these people thought they would win. "I suppose it's all in good fun." He tapped his umbrella impatiently on the ground. Waiting for the competition to start. A rather large building in Noxus had been converted into a meeting place for this. The arm wrestling tournament. Marcus chuckled to himself. He understood why they were having the match. but it was still quite funny to him. He kept tapping his umbrella upon the ground. For what seemed like an hour. When finally, whoever was announcing the competition decided that enough people where here. He finally announced that the contest would begin. Each person was given a number when they entered. Apparently they were to find the person with the same number as them for the first match. After that, Marcus was unsure how they would proceed. Around two hundred people were here. Not counting those in the stands. He could already see some people that had started before everyone else had a chance to find their partners. He looked down at his number, 38. "38 huh?" He looked around him. Trying to find someone with his number. Although he didn't look to hard. A man finally approached him that had the same number as him. An altered man, he had a mechanical arm. Marcus laughed at this. The man thought that he had an advantage because of this. When the round between them started. Marcus pretended to have problems with the man, to not make him feel so bad. But then after about 10 seconds he would slam their hands into the mat that showed they had lost. This trend continued until the semi finals. When Marcus finally saw a person he was interested in facing. Draven was here. He had to face him. Both beat their opponents handily. and sat down in front of each other. "This will be fun." Those were the only words Marcus could express about his opponent in the final round. He smiled slyly and readied himself for the challenge to come.
