My Scepter is drawn! I challenge Gamer Chris!

[Greatluigi]

The scene cuts and opens to men, withdrawn in the shadows and clothed in the large, billowing black cloaks. Their conversation is heated; each voice is tipped with nonchalant speech and dripping cool, unconcerned words. “You really think he’ll last much longer? In that state of over-exertion, I’d doubt he’d last a day longer.”

“Oh, he’ll last alright. He’s taken covers under tournaments and such. And, with the assistance of Maxwell, he’ll make it as far as he needs to go. “

“I see. Well, keep a tab on him. Can’t let him get too far.”

The scenery cuts to the barren floor of a highly lit coliseum. A large crimson pendant was immersed in the center of the large arena. It must have been an inside-only, private arena. Seeing as there was a ceiling covering the place and few chairs were there for audiences. A chair suddenly fell to the floor, causing a large clash. Chaos Mage stood tall, his hair still out stuck and glistening. His eyes still reflected death, turmoil, and sorrow. He grabbed his scepter, and walked down to the arena floor. He yelled out; “MAXWELL! Is this the place?!?!?!!” A voice replied; “Yes, CM.” The man stood in the shadows, not intent on showing himself just yet. CM rolled his eyes in a sarcastic gesture and kicked a table off the arena floor.

(CM)”You’d best arrive, my opponent…..”