Two tombstones lodged into the wet moist soft ground; what laid in the burials were the remains of two great geniuses of this century. Rain pats the drenched red hair of Nelson who had been sitting there for over an hour meditating but also talking to his deceased parents. The grey darkened sky, bloated clouds and continuous soft precipitation only seemed to fit in with the occasion. “I’m going to be gone for a while. You two gave me the tools and raised me to be the best I could be. Now I’m going to manifest what it is you want me to be.”
Planting his knuckles on top of the grave that was his father he read the mysterious invitation aloud as if his parents heard what he was saying. “Fight in our tournament we have heard of your abilities. Show us what you are capable of and earn great honour and rewards. What do you think guys?” Smirking folding the paper back into his pocket he then looks up to the sky with determination but some uncertainty. He looks towards his parent’s graves once again for one last look closes his eyes. In sudden motion Nelson opens his eyes wide extending his right arm out to an open field in the grave yard. Soon rising from the ground purple and black flames erupt from the ground soil falling in as large overwhelming noise immerse the surrounding area. Nelson’s “King of Hell” statue rises from the earth opening its mouth. Nelson takes one last look at his parent’s grave he says “Goodbye” in a hushed tone. As the statues long tongue appears wrapping around him he closes his eyes the last thing he sees is the ever still tombstones of his parents.
The statue’s mouth closes descends into the spot it came from re-appearing in a vibrant colour filled bright stadium. It sprouts from the ground opening its mouth once again. Nelson walks out of the statue opening his eyes to be blinded by the differences of bright colours and patterns. “Well holy shit this wasn't a joke.” In utter amazement Nelson looks at the large arena of floating platforms and can only take in the dream like world for what it is unbelievable. The statue goes down closing the once ruined foundation of the terrain. Nelson quickly re-calls the purpose of why he was called to this battlefield.
Opening the letter to read upon his opponent he calls the name of the challenger his voice echoes through the stadium bouncing off its corridors and platforms “The one named Clara Mass shall we get this started?”