The crowd cheered as the lights lowered. The commentators' booth lit up. A single figure with polka dot skin and two heads stepped up to the microphone.

"Welcome to Fantasy League Brawl!" said one of the heads. "Champions from across the Omniverse will battle for survival. Each Champion was hand-picked to represent their respective realities in a no-holds brawl to the finish. The rules of the game are simple: win and proceed; lose and have your universe destroyed. Let's meet our first contestants."

Music began to play and fireworks exploded as I stepped into the ring. I glanced down at the guitar in my hands. "This is not what I expected when the woman said I could choose a 'mystical axe.'" It wasn't until after I picked it the woman said it was an "electrical guitar." I knew what a guitar was; my friend, Daniel, plays one all the time, but I do not know what "electrical" means.

I picked this weapon because I figured a magical item would be useful in a battle with unknown opponents. Also, thanks to the wizard, Brian, I know a few magics.

I turned the guitar in my hands. How was I supposed to use this as a weapon?

"In the left corner," said the two-headed commentator, "we have a Champion from Earth RE-lL-y? a realm where the Dark Ages lasted longer. This contestant was picked because he freed the legendary Sword from the Stone. One day he'll become the king of the United Countries of Earth. He was also cursed by the vile sorcerer, Gluesticks, to sneeze whenever he hears his name. Give it up for JosephRover89."

I sneezed.

The crowd cheered a bit, but really became interested when my opponent entered the ring.

"Hailing from Earth GG-rr-Mn, the undefeated chieftain of the Dothraki Khalasaar, Khal Drogo!"

The crowd went nuts as Drogo flexed and posed. He seemed to be in his element in the ring. He finally focused his attention on me. I gave a friendly bow as you do before a duel. He responded by making a slashing motion across his throat.

"Well, Tony," said the first commentator, "who do you think will win this round?"

The other head answered. "I would put my money on Drogo. He's undefeated; and quite frankly, he has the better weapons."

"True, true. And have you ever noticed how much he looks like Aquaman?"

The referee (I'd been given a "crash course" on the event and its terminology by one of the guides) waved Drogo and I towards the center. I tried once again to show gentlemanly conduct. "It is nice to meet you, Khal Drogo. But, I believe that this matter can be settled in more peaceful ways."

He responded with, "KILL! MAIM! EVISCERATE!"

I faced the referee. Before the match, I'd been given a small device to place in my ear. They informed me this would allow everyone to understand each other's language. "I believe the young man's translator is not working."

The referee shook his head. "No. It's fine."

The bell rang and the battle began.