Your a winner?

Um... Sorry, I must have hit my head harder then I thought, did you say, wrestle you?" you ask, not believing it. "Of course, a fine specimen like you, must have a ton of victories under your belt." he says. "Um... sorry, there must be some mistake... I don't think I would," well, you must have signed the waiver to enter the cage, it's there in the fine print." he says, pulling out a paper, an unsigned waiver. "It's the only way you could have been taken here."

"Um... must have slipped my mind." you say, not wanting to break you cover. "Too bad you blacked out, I would have loved to hear about the bout. Crushers getting a bit too good at his job, no ones beaten him for a few weeks, so I'm looking forward too tomorrow." he says, genuine excitement in his voice. "Anyway, the servants will show you to your room," he says, whistling, and a pair of disembodied hands float into the room. "Lead him to the fighters suite," he says, and a hand takes your wrist and you feel it tug on you, leading you off. "I'll see you in the morning!" he says, "And feel free to ask for anything!" he adds, as the door closes and you are lead off.

The hands take you to another spacious room lined with pillows, piles of grapes, exercise equipment, and various books, apparently detailing previous fights that Remus has been in. An ex wrestler, he opened the park for the income, while pitting his champion wrestlers to field potential oponents for him to face. You gulp at all the details on people he has defeated, and wonder how you will manage to survive tomorrow.

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