The crowd cheering. The spotlights blazing. Eyes burning with resolve, with a passion rarely before seen.
The roar of music, the tension cracking in the air as you step upon the stage. Paroxysm of years of hardship, the time when you finally
get to throw it all out in an attempt to claim the greatest of prizes.
Deafened. Your heartbeat being the only sure sound left in this agony.
Booing can be heard afar, numbed, just as is the scoffing coming from the one who threw you to the ground.
Is it dirt in your mouth, or is it blood? Your head burning, you slowly fall deeper in the black pool of unconsciousness until it swallows you and your failure whole.
Grandfathers tell grandchildren of times long gone when two teams of superhuman combatants made both sky and earth tremble under their might.
A mere rumor, the youth said. A legend. Fools' dream. Those are just as many names that the HoH tournament has been branded. Yet, it does exist.
No one knows why The Corporation founded the tourney, but all know this one thing: he who attains the top in this competition is a king among kings.
Others who fall...?
The tournament committee has awoken once more. This secret cast of underground peoples from all fields has organized the phenomenous event once again, and rumors have spread once more from ear to ear. Of course, fighters from all around the world lost no time in gathering at the place, and teams were formed before long.
Now is the time.
Who will rise to Heaven?
Who will fall to Hell?
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