Twilight: Earth
Year 2053, middle of July
United states of America
A technological corporation of a country, ever since the early nineties technology has been evolving at a rapid rate. With the advance of bot and money becoming mostly digital worldwide. Large shift is made in society, unemployment in the country is at a staggering 37%, crime is steady rising. While the rich getting richer, new laws are made to straighten the social latter.
In order to relieve the burden of supporting the huge population that which was illegal, is made legal. Prison systems no longer hold inmates that are on death row, received life without parole sentences, and for certain heinous criminals. Instead of the system paying to house and maintain these prisoners, they are place in event for the masses entertainment. In some events, they have the opportunity to win their freedom.
In a large area surrounded by thousands, an octagon cage stage in the center, blood stains the mats. Universals fighting Association, like Roman before, the UFA along with the new laws of state, are able to legally orchestrate death match, a true blood sport.
Flashes of colorful lights flicker through the dark arena. An announcer welcomes the next fighters. The crowd boos as a large round man in an orange jumpsuit is escorted into the ring by armed guards. Cups, plates, and all types of things are thrown from the crowd. The large man is stripped to his underwear. He's given a pair of shorts then place in the ring for all to see.
Heavy metal plays from the speakers. Shadowy pictures flash on a screen.
"No, let's see which executioner will the challenger have to face."
UFA is one of the largest fighting promoters worldwide, in both fatal and non-fatal matchmaking. Buying convicts that meet the qualifications, they match them up in a tournament where they can either win their freedom or cash prizes.
Whoever make it to the end will have to face a champion. There are five different champions which are called executioners. In choosing one, a stand digital six face dice will roll on the screen, each number represent an executioner. If the dice lands on six, all executioners will stand behind the screen where only the outline of their bodies is visible. The challenger will choose their executioner.
The pixelated dice rolls around, landing on four. Four lights strobe red. A hymn with a deep vibrating sound plays through speakers. An electric guitar cut in playing heavy metal. With hair that flickers like fire, wrapping around her wrist and hands, fireworks shoot down the walkway as the crowd chants.
"Valkyrie, valkyrie, valkyrie!"
The announcer yells into the mic. "Now, all of you, give your respects to tonight executioner, Brunnhilde!"
The crowd applaud as she enters the octagon. He smirks watching this little executioner that's not even half his weight nor height. Brunnhilde waves, blowing kisses at the audience. Just like the Romans before them, the game masters, orchestrator of matches would always a guest or guests, that would signal the start.
A male in his seventies stand with little to no trouble. Round but compressed with a bald head and a way pass five o 'clock shadow, wearing a shirt sporting the organization on the chest. The camera turns facing him from the VIP section. He appears on the screen, raising his right hand, everyone waits in silence. He clenches it into a fist and the bell is rung.
Both combatants walked to the center of the octagon. The male with no guard at all, being the survivor of a death tournament just to fight a girl that was at lease 5'4 and 130 soaking wet was of no challenge.
"Hey, little red, I don't know what type of game this is, but I advise you to quit before this gets ugly."
Brunnhilde quickly hit him with an inverted punch, busting his nose. He stumbles back gripping his face. Blood gushes through his fingers.
"Okay little red, I see you like it rough." Brunnhilde smirks at him.
The man throws a looping back hand hook. She ducks under throwing a cross to his solar plexus, then a lead hook to his side. She steps back with a front kick to his shin to check his advances on her retreat. She lands several strike in succession, Chipping away at the man, a hard elbow chips his teeth, sending the challenger to the ground.
The crowd erupts, Brunnhilde waves at them.
The challenger looks at Brunnhilde from the floor with malice, "You bitch!" He spits picking himself up. "You won't die easy, oh no you won't."
He charges like a bull. Full speed he dips his head down grabbing for her thighs. In an instant, her knee rises smashing his face.
His hand wraps around her legs as he runs her into the cage, Brunnhilde drops some elbows to the spine and back of the head. He slings her down now with his shoulder against her head, pressing her against the cage. With a quick turn of the body, a heavy hook hit Brunnhilde in the stomach. She guards up, blows rain down upon her, knees buckling forcing her on her butt.
He starts to throw knees, Unskillful as they are, she blocks the first two but, the third blows past her guard, smashing her face. She holds his leg as he pushes back on her forehead. He rips her away, immediately attempts to stump her into the cage.
Brunnhilde ducks underneath spearing his other leg causing him to fall. She gets up gain some distances, with blood pouring from her nose, eyes glittering, and a smile from cheek to cheek. The chants for the executioner again. Those who have seen the valkyrie fights knows once she draws blood, a massacre is on the way.
Once the man stands, Brunnhilde gets to work. Lighting kicks aimed at his knee, one kick slaps his patella, the tendon rips. Joints slides out as all his weight collapse on the leg. Falling forward, Brunnhilde cuffs her right hand. Cutting across she scoops his eye out, quickly dropping her weight, her elbow hit the side of his head, crushing his eye socket.
With a hook to the head, the challenger falls on the grounds shaking. Brunnhilde waves her hands fanning the crowd which cheers.
"Valkyrie, valkyrie, valkyrie!"
The game master holds his fist towards the side, the cameras focus on his fist. With thumb out his hand wavers, until he gives a thumb down. The crowd explodes, the chant goes from valkyrie to execute.
"Execute, execute, execute!"
Brunnhilde smiles turning to face the challenger, bleeding heavily from his socket, he picks himself up. She cartwheels to his blind side, crouching like a cat ready to pounce. Once he stands, Brunnhilde attacks, drop kick to the back of his good legs, putting him back on his knees. She rolls back to her feet, runs up is back pulling down on his head, sending her knee through the back of his neck.
His mouth slacked, eyes glaze gray, the veins in his neck press through the skin that stretch, folding over her knee. His body falls forward, teeth scatter, clicking together under tremendous force. Brunnhilde stand waving in triumph, they chant into the night.
"Valkyrie, valkyrie, valkyrie!"
In a room with a glamours bar, a table with a 3D digital screen of stock prices stage between Brunnhilde and the game master. He cut his cigar with a golden cutter, puffing slowly. Two blue cards with yellow chips are pushed towards her.
"I take it that you also won't be taking your payment this time as well," he looks at her shaking his head. "I tell you." He leans back into the sofa blowing clouds of smoke. "I remember when I started this business, remember when the first female division started. Evan the tournament of power where there was no gender separation."
Another cloud of smoke, tobacco fills the room. "A woman that can match a man that is three times her size is amazing, and you never took a single payment after all these years," he smirks. "You know, I know a little about Norse mythology, and, if you told me that you are a living breathing valkyrie. I would be incline to believe you,"
Brunnhilde fans her hair, "Oh Dana, Dana, Dana." She looks to the dazzling chandler, "you know you should buy that ship."
Dana laughs, "no, that thing is over priced, to the point I have to take a loan, I think not."
Brunnhilde rolls her eyes, "Why you worried about a loan you won't have to pay back, just get the thing, stock at least twenty years of food then go here." she places a piece of paper over the cards. "This is your last chance."
She gets up stretching, with another flick of her hair she walks towards the door.
"Wait, Brunnhilde!" He looks at the paper and cards with an unsettling feeling. "At least tell me why."
Brunnhilde stand in the door way, the light stretches her shadow.
"A Valkyrie duty is to guide the souls of worthy warriors to Valhalla in preparation of Ragnarök. You have made my job much easier over these years and for that, I thank you."
Brunnhilde turns away leaving, a cold sweat runs down Dana face. His phone dials a number. "Yeah, you there, yeah, it's me. I will buy the ship. Yeah, I'll have the money tomorrow."