The show is a success. Besides the few who were too into it at rehearsals and become so severely injured they couldnât participate on the day of the show, and the one who threw the drum at the audience at the climax of a rock concert that almost resulted in a brawl, and the few who suddenly fought with their teammates in the middle of the show, everything went smoothly.
The audience is hyped up. Some of them are still in their set costumes. Some have already stripped and are showing their bare chests, chattering excitedly, âthe last show is street dancing by number 56. He got 12 new beautiful girls as his dance partners.â
âThereâs really girls?â
âOf course. I saw them backstage. Big boobies, tight waists, great booties, long legs. With these beauties, Iâll watch even if he dances like shit.â
His partner is bobbing their head, âgood, good. Heâs won the moment he brought girls out.â
The Killing Gauntlet is a show with a completely disproportionate male to female ratio. Otherwise, there wouldnât have been so many male-male CPs. It is because in the first two seasons female contestants were heavily discriminated against by male contestants. They are horrifically tortured to death early in the season. This kind of script was a hit at first, but the audience got bored quickly. They complained that the show was ripping them off with fan-service, and that theyâd be better off looking for porn. At least the female actresses look better, etc. etc. Afterwards, the show always kept a cap on the number of female contestants. Eventually, it became standard that thereâs more man than woman, whose numbers are still in decline.
That number 56 got such amazing costars reflects his deep connections in a sense too.
The audience are finished talking about the last show, then said, âwith how amazing that was, arenât the finale doomed? Which unfortunate dude is it?â
The one next to him answers, ânumber 199.â
He smacks his mouth, feeling both surprised and not at the same time, âtheyâre rivals right?â
âWho cares! A duel between number 199 and Beast. This is gonna be lit!â
Accompanied by a heart-throbbing musical score, the lights flicker madly. The stage spins, revealing from the bottom a wide circular colosseum at the top. It is divided in red and blue with a fence in between. On the red side stands Beast, while Bright is on the blue side. Outside the colosseum, a simple makeshift two-storey castle spire is built, and Beauty is standing on it. The background of the set is a castle under moonlight.
A narrator reads, âA long, long time ago, on a distant, distant land. A strong Beast lives in the castle bathed in luxurious sunlight every day. He has everything â wealth, power, reputation, and a Beauty who loves him very much. They are living happily forever, having sex every day in a different place in the castle. Yet, one cold night, a sly, deceptive evil man invades the castle. He has his eyes on Beauty, and wants him for himself. Now Beauty and Beast have to take their weapons and defend their love.â
A certain sly, deceptive evil man is going, ââŚâ After witnessing a classic play of All x Prometheus, just a classic fairy tale twisting into something like this isnât much of a surprise.
Compared to that, heâs more concerned about the weapon in the opponentsâ hands. Beauty has a bazooka-like weapon in his hands. It looks powerful but could easily cause collateral damage. For safety, it will be better for him to engage Beast in close combat. As long as they are tangled together, Beauty will be hesitant to fire. Itâs not that theyâre in love or anything, but it will be too boring if this ends quickly.
Bright can see Beastâs weapon clearly through the fence. Itâs a mace.
Good. This is bestial.
âBeast, go! Smash him!â The audience also discovers that Bright is unarmed. After the fence is removed, they immediately cheer for Beast who is lunging at Bright.
There are also some who are supporting Bright, like the gambler who won in the social function. He bet that Bright would win.
Beastâs build is large, a head taller than Bright. Though to Bright who is already very familiar with beating up zombies , his actions are way too slow.
Though Bright is unarmed right now, he can handle Beast who only has power with dexterity. He dodges the unrefined attacks of Beast with leisure. So that others cannot tell his true capabilities, he dodged slower on purpose a few times, making it look as if he can only barely dodge with his own abilities.
The mace smashes onto the ground with a thump. Brightâs clothes were caught and shredded into pieces of fabric instantly. It almost looks as if his flesh would be hooked out by the iron nail on the mace. His broken clothes hang on his body, preventing movement. He tears it and throws it away before receiving the Beastâs attack again.
Right now, the man has his back to the audience. The muscles on his back, corresponding to his movement, tenses and relaxes accordingly. Like the fur that ripples like waves as leopard sprints, it is both mesmerising and dangerous. How captivating.
The next moment, the Beast screams out in pain. Nobody saw how the mace was suddenly forced out of his hand. The Beast retaliates savagely, hitting onto the manâs torso with his fists. The âsnapâ sound of a bone fracture reverberates throughout the air. With the prize of one rib bone, Bright managed to get rid of Beastâs weapon. The two males started to fight mano-a-mano on stage. Beast, though, has started showing fatigue after his initial outburst, and gradually disadvantages himself.
Bright attacks all over the body of Beast except his lower left leg.
Beast goes berserk from rage. His opponent clearly knows about his weak point, but lets it go. This is an utter degradation!
Beauty is also furious right now. The man is clearly rejecting his goodwill, slapping him in the face. This is a complete disgrace!
This CP, which has never unified in thought or action, is thinking the same thing for the first time ever.
Kill this man!
A competition which you can tell the outcome of is boring.
Beauty is standing at the highest spot on stage, and able to clearly read the situation of the whole stage. Many are cheering for Bright â the winner always attracts eyes onto them. Some are staring straight onto the body of the man full of desire; some are still cheering for Beast, hoping he would successfully blow up and reverse the situation, teaching the little bitch a lesson; staff members of the show are looking dissatisfied. This show is too long and its script too mundane. It needs to end.
Management signals Beauty, showing that he can fire.
Beauty obeys, setting the bazooka on his shoulder. It is quite light in weight and can be operated by a single person easily. Otherwise he canât possibly use it. He closes one eye and aims through the reticle onto the direction the two men are struggling below. Beast is being suppressed by Bright.
He adjusts his body slightly, aiming for Beastâs face. He goes âtchâ in his mind, his thoughts full of malice, letâs see you slap me again!
The rocket shoots out with a blast sound. Beauty falls onto the stage on his ass from the recoil. He hears a giant bang, and the whole set-piece shakes. Then his whole world collapses to the front.
Beauty, swinging backwards, screams, âAaaaaa!â The damn show. Why didnât you build it sturdier?
The stage is gone and there are only ruins left. The audience in the front is also caught up and the whole place looks red and white and yellow and black, because some poor sodâs stomach was burst, his intestines exploded into a pile of excrement.
The smoke clears. The man silent as a mountain stands in the ruins, holding Beauty who is still in shock in his embrace, and the unconscious Beast lying by his feet.
Bright saved the both of them.
One is Beast. When he saw that Beauty was about to do something, he wanted to leave the stage as soon as possible. Though because Beast held onto his ankles without letting go, he could only leave the blast zone with him attached, while also suffering a blow to his lips in the process. Luckily Beast was massive enough that he blocked much of the shock and most of the debris the flew up from the blast. You can see this from the wounds zigzagging their way across the back of Beast.
The other one is Beauty. He ran in the direction towards Beauty and saw that the set is collapsing with the man sliding downwards towards the ground head-first like a soon-to-be tomato with scrambled eggs. So Bright saves him as he passes by.
The audience that didnât know nor care about such intricacies only understands that after the mind-blowing blast, Bright is holding Beauty in his embrace, defeated Beast, and secured victory. They all cheered for the man still standing after the duel.
The whole stage is full of cheers and shouts, like boiling water with ever-burning flames beneath it. Even the casualties with half their guts hanging out are screaming.
âFuck him! Fuck himâ
â2Hr! 2Hr!â
Bright is going, ââŚâ
This is a killing game, not a sex livestream. Can you come back after figuring out what the showâs about?!
Authorâs notes: Thus Bright occupies the castle, Beauty becomes a manservant, and Beast becomes his bodyguard. They all lived happily ever after. The End.