The Competitors :: Creative Writing Essays

Creative Writing The CompetitorsAs thousands of people poured into the rectangular mold stadium for what wasbeing called, "the event of the century" , the participants readied themselvesfor the hardships they would surely suffer from the games. aft(prenominal) a longgrueling season of intense bodily curse this would by the final chapter ofconfrontations. Out of the 275 original members of the DFS leagues infant year,only 20 remained. These men and women were not only hardened on the outside,but on the inside as well for they had long since learned the weaknesses thatemotions bring. Everyone one cave in in the cubical that was called a dressingroom knew that as shortly as the capacity crowd of 300,000 had settled, they wouldno longer be comrades brought in concert by the common bond that friendship makesbut enemies of the battle playing field each one jockeying for the upper hand.As the referee announced thither was half an hour left(a) sooner game time, a hardly a(p renominal)players huddled together to say a quick prayer spot others gathered around thehead coach for a final invent of advice. One of the competitors listening tothis advice was vapid Williams or "The Destroyer", as he was known by the crowd.He was a powerfully built little man who was in the possession of deep opalineeyes, nightmarish smuggled hair, and a ruddy complexion. Feared by all for hisruthless behavior, Matt had joined the DFS league after being courtmarshaled bythe army for striking the supreme officer of his platoon. Why he was evennear the coach was a mystery to him because most of the coaches words fell onunhearing ears. Matt guessed he was just nervous. Who wouldnt be. Looking up,Matt saw that the coach had left and it was time to enter the field. Strappingon his helmet and the rest of his gear, he took a deep breath, focused histhoughts, and ran out onto the field joining the rest of the players. The bunceof the crowd sounded as if a tsunami was bre aking on the beach and the dry landfelt as if it were pulsating with a life of its own. He never remembered thesefeelings before but he simply shrugged off the thought as he faintly heard thesound of the referees whistle. Suddenly, the sound of the crowd was replacedby e reverberating silence that was deafening in Matts ears.