The Victor

He is surrounded by the corpses of those who had once been his fellow competitors. None of them had taken much notice of him before the death match had begun. He had been smaller than the rest of them and wasn’t heavily built like them. Yet he was the victor while they had all met death’s cold embrace. Most of the crowd just stared at him in shock while some, probably gamblers who had bet on him as a joke were applauding, bemused grind on their faces. He didn’t care what any of them thought. He simply walked back through large doorway that led to the subterranean area of the arena. Back to his cell to await the next fight. The next struggle between life and death.