Get In The Ring, Daddy.
If God wouldn’t answer this prayer, then Lucifer should please take the wheel; I’ll pay my price in hell.
I glance back at the LED screen, “The fight is simple,” the digital voice echoes. “Just like every other fight, you fight until one of you dies, only in a smaller space, and you both get to choose a weapon.”
“As you can see, the space between you is only four feet. Anyone who touches the ground outside of this ring would be shot.”
I’ve been through this before, and it was very unpleasant.
“You have 10 minutes after you drink Makish al haolan. Please choose your weapon.”