Rays of sunlight shot through the windows of my room forcing my eyes open. I yawned and took a stretch as I got off my mattress. I turned on the television and switched through channels, looking for CNN.
A bearded man stood by a chart and was weather forecasting. According to his reports, we were in for a huge amount of rain. He advised the viewers to be prepared for a possible flooding. It would rain cats and dogs on the day I challenge the leaderboard but not when Donald Trump was elected as the US president. Why was the world so against me?
Nothing was going to stand in my way, not even the plague.

I touched my cheek where I had my scar. It was all healed up. I entered the bathroom and took a look at the mirror. I looked fresh as a turkey but I was scarred for life. My masculine beauty almost gone. I got into the bathtub and took a nice long bubble bath.

I looked sharp in my WWF T- shirt and my pencil jeans and Nike's. I pulled out the lower drawer and pulled out my Rolex. I placed it around my wrist and checked myself out in the mirror. I was as lit as hell.
I pulled the upper drawer and took out my Ps5 pro. I hooked it up to the TV and played Call Of Duty 5. I shot at my opponents and basted in glory when I won the game. I rose my wrist up and read the time on my Rolex. Exactly 9:00 am. In thirty minutes I was set to leave home to the hole but until then I was going to have a power nap. I set my Iphone's alarm to 9:30 am.

Once again I woke up, fresh as a daisy.
It was a minute to 9:30. I couldn't leave the house without letting Mum and Lizzy know my whereabouts. They would be worried sick. I took a pen and paper and tape and pasted a message onto their doors. I walked out of the house quietly and ran off to the hole.

I stepped into the elevator of the hole breathing in a large amount of fresh air and then quickly exhaled. I jumped up and then down as if I was in an exercise video. The battle was just beginning. I got out of the elevator when I got to the fourth floor. There I was. Again! In front of two men. I did the usual. Talked to them and got in. A female voice from the intercom was announcing a match up. It would be "Boy wonder Matt vs I-mma-murder-your-ass."
It seemed I was in the wrong place, I scanned the huge crowd for any member of the leaderboard but found none. I got out of the stadium and took the elevator to the ninth floor. The place looked like a mess compared to yesterday. Banana peels and other rotten stuff lay on the floor. The scene looked like a garbage fight had been ongoing. I opened the main door and surprisingly my crew and the leader boarders were laughing as KJ did the chicken dance. I had no idea what was going on. It seemed they couldn't feel my presence. I cleared my throat. Nothing. I cleared my throat a bit louder and all eyes turned to me
"Whoa, Kyle I didn't know you were there" stated Axel.
"You won't believe what happened whilst you were gone" added Jax.

Everyone else nodded in agreement.
"I sure won't" I replied. "Back to business, I actually came here to challenge the members of the leaderboard."

A game face appeared over the leader boarders.

"According to ranking you top at number 7 so you need to beat number 6 to challenge us" issued Da Money.
"I know, I came prepared"

One of the members of the leaderboard made a call and within seconds one of the two bodyguards came for my crew and I. We were sent to the fourth floor. Again!

Down in the fourth floor my crew stayed by my side as I took the dance field. A dude named Lester Knuckles was going to battle me. He was pretty much a nerd. I was prepared to win and nothing and no one was going to stand in my way. Funky retro music hit the dance floor and I could feel the excitement building up in my veins. The nerd took his first round, for a nerd I was surprised with how fast he moved. Just kidding. He was really slow. Of all the dancers I had faced he wasn't that bad. I studied his movements. He performed multiple moves I had  seen before. From a reverse to a shoot, he continued going, trying to tease me as he moved all over the floor.

Literally! He was now on the floor breakdancing. I saw it in his face, adrenaline was starting to kick in. He needed hype to go on. He began hyping up the crowd.
"Lester, Lester" chanted the crowd around us. He did the stanky leg and then did the Benny whip. After a few minutes of dancing he collapsed unto the floor. I couldn't help but laugh a little. You know what was funny? This was two rounds and he was already out in the first. If I could beat him in this round it was surely over.It was my turn and I intended not to make big moves until I was number one when I would destroy Blaze. I planned my strategy for this battle and relaxed. I started to flex of my moves like I was living hype Saturday. I started to do the floss. I kept on moving up and down the arena, still dancing in unbelievable ways. Soon I was hyped. I signaled for my crew to go down on their knees and I don't know how they got it. Probably their leader gave them the same signal before. They lined up like ramps leaving one guy standing. I ran unto their backs leaped towards the guy standing and he tossed me into the air and I performed a back flip and landed with a handspring. After I was done the crowd went wilder. I didn't really know who won but at the last minute the DJ changed the rules and the fans were allowed to vote. Some people in the crowd started to chant "Lester" but soon were overpowered by the chants of the others "Kyle, Kyle". Just like that I was advancing to the next stage. This meant Lester was eliminated which put me in sixth place, which meant five more positions to go. I worked my way to the ninth floor and spoke out my mind.
" Guys, hope you just saw what happened. I now rank at number six which also means I deserve my match, so get your asses down to the fourth floor and let us settle this" I said

Their reactions changed. They smiled and took up my offer, they all left the room tapping me on the back. I knew what I had gotten myself into. Risks had to be taken. There was going to be a winner and a loser and I knew which one I intended to be.

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