Vol. 2 Chapter 25 - The ‘Golden Fisticuffs’ competition

A.D. 877 City of Oxford, grounds of the 'Coliseum'

/pov Rolf the Fishmonger/

The year eight hundred.. seventy and seven.. since our lord and savior.. sacrificed himself for our sins.. the day of Yuletide festival.. the day of the grand opening of the 'coliseum'.. a majestic and grand.. open-air.. 'concrete' ..stone-walled.. elongated.. oblong shaped structure.. the outer seats had to be atleast 60 meters tall.. I doubt you could even see down on the field from way up there.. anywho I was told there would bare-knuckle'd boxing for coin here starting today..

bare-knuckle'd boxing is my side-job.. something I do to feed my small but growing family.. I already make good enough coin to provide for my family.. just selling the fresh seafood brought in by a rich merchants fishing vessel.. hes invested in through the new 'company' they call 'B.O.T.W. Investments, L.L.C.'.. I admit I don't know what any of those letters mean.. but I still invested my little bit of savings into said company..

So I was able to take off working in the fish market.. planned to take two months training copying the stances and the forms I've seen the 'wolf' practicing when we trains his boys in the mornings..

I've never felt so light.. so smooth.. so quick.. so slow all at the same time.. hard.. fast.. slow.. soft.. blocking.. redirecting.. pulling.. pushing.. like the ebbs of the tides rolling in from the seas.. feeling the air waves stir responding to every change in the taste of the air as I move through my forms.. I'm ready!

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/pov Charlen the 'Poet/

It's time.. I say to myself taking a deep breath.. opening my closed eyes.. I look at the surrounding crowd of peasants, lords, ladies, all gathered here today looking at me waiting for me to start my grand introduction of this building and the games that will be held here today..

So I give them what they've been waiting for.. I place the 'mega-phone' in front of my mouth.. and from the script given to me by hands of the 'wolf' himself.. I start to read aloud "Welcome! Welcome I say to you all.. We are very excited to have you all here with us today.. on this grand day.. this day that shall be written into books.. books children will read as they are taught their letters at their schools in the future.. to never be forgotten.. to be 'immortalized' for all of time.. We are gathered at this grand 'coliseum' to witness history.. to witness glory in its most true of forms.. pure bare-handed bare-knuckle'd fighting competition.. thats what will take place here today.. the first of its kind.. the man who will be 'immortalized' here today.. who will not only be remember'd for all eternity.. they will also leave here with handsome wealth.. a full two-hundred pieces of freshly 'minted' Oxford silver Half-Shilling pieces.. thats equivalent to one hundred silver Oxford shillings.. one shilling is the price of a healthy fully grown cow on the market this very day at this very time.. so the champion who leaves here today will also leave with silver worth 'a hundred head of cattle' as the great 'khan' demanded so.. worth of silver.. making him a 'wealthly' man now-a-days.. so let me finish so we can 'just get on with it' like my lord always says.. when his introductions go on a little long.. Thank all of you.. to the nobles sitting in the boxes.. thank all the 'wealthy' commoners sitting on seats covered with comfy cushions.. and also thank you to the rest of you.. Not Sitting On a Cushion!! Let's see some Blood!" I finished with shouting the last sentence as loud and long as I could before dropping the 'mega-phone' and 'moon-walking' like the lord taught me right off stage..

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/pov Andromeda/

"Mother.. why do you and father fight sometimes?.. why do I have more than one mother.. other kids at teacher Melbbon's class only have one momma.. they say I'll have a third momma soon.. are they picking on me? How could I have a third mother out of nowhere? It doesn't make sense momma.." I asked my mother as we sit in the 'Royal VIP box' my family has at the 'coliseum' hopefully getting some answers..

"O.. dear.. you don't need to worry your pretty little noggin about any of that sweetling.. your job is to grow up healthy, happy, and strong.. thats all you should focus on.. and daddy and mommy don't fight.. Im sure whatever you think you saw.. we were just playing thats all.. like when you and your brother wrestle around the yard.. just playing not fighting.. little dove.. hush now.. let's watch the fight looks like it might be ending soon.." my mother says to with the last part I agree..

Rolf is seconds away from putting down his final opponent.. and being crowned the world's first heavy-weight boxing World-Champion.. I've seen him always watching our father teach us his 'tai-chi' moves he calls them in our morning routine.. it looks like ol' Rolf the 'fishmonger' might have learned a thing or two..

"Yes mother.. but that still didn't look like wrestling to me.. I know what wrestling is.. and that didn't look or sound like playing to me mom.. just saying.." I say as my mother's face turned really pinkish almost red for a second.. not sure why..

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/pov MC/

As I climb over the ropes.. and into the ring to congratulate our newest and first world champion.. I slap him on the back to say "Bloody good boxing chap.. Rolf you really did it 'big' today my man.. tell the people anything and everything you want to say.. go ahead this is a 'mega-phone'.. speak into it.. it will carry your voice trust me.."

"Helga! Helgaaa! I did it! Helga I did it! I love you! I love everybody here! I love all of you! Where's Helga! I need to see her!" He says I just look around and smile at his celebration speech..