Preparation was the next part. The combatants, still under the control of Chrysalis were sent to a room where about a dozen or so changelings were waiting. Once in the room the changelings went through the process of dressing each one in the attire that best suit them. Once done there the combatants were moved to the armory. The room was filled with all types of weapons even a book. One changeling found it unusual to see a book as one of the weapons.
“Well you know unicorns use magic,” said the changeling,”so I guess it could be a weapon.”
“Oh yeah, read to it till it dies of boredom,” chuckled the other changeling
The other changeling shrugged and continued with his job. Now all combatant have been clothed and given their weapons the next task was to transport all of them to the coliseum.
Each pony and griffon was paired up and escorted out of the prep area and moved to the main arena. The arena also known as “The Honey Dome” was where the mind controlled warriors would spend their last moments of life. The dome was built like a roman coliseum. The floor was nothing but a dirt track. The walls stood at least ten feet high with one door leading in right under the throne that Chrysalis shared with King Sombra.
“I don't know why I didn't think of doing this a long time ago,” said Chrysalis enjoying her wine.
“Yes,” said Sombra, “no need to sully your hooves. Let your enemies destroy themselves.”
The buzz of 50,000 drones inside the dome sounded like an orchestra of kazoos being played in unison. A fanfare of trumpets played as the arena started to roar. Two drones sitting in a booth adjacent to the king and queen stood up and started their announcements.
“King Sombra, Queen Chrysalis, and everyone else in attendance welcome to The Honey Dome. Today we will see the champions of Equestria battle each other to the death. He's Tick and I'm Bugspray and we will be your masters of ceremony for the duration of this glorious and goreious event. So let the battles commence.”
Every changeling in the arena started to roar, whistle, and cheer. Even the king and queen did a golf clap.
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A slight rumble came from the coliseum floor and started to spread apart. From the bottom sprouted a boxing ring. Bug Spray started to speak.
“Our first match is a battle of fistihooves. Our first combatant, wearing all white cargo trunks, a simple farmer who kicks harder than a mule. The ‘Golden Apple Stallion’, Big McIntosh.”
Mac walked into the area like a robot. Showing no feelings whatsoever. He wore nothing but white trunks and a pair of gauntlets on his fore hooves. The gauntlets were leather which went down an inch above his elbow. Their were metal spikes on the knuckles and his cutie mark on the back hand. Once in the ring Chrysalis activated the collar again. Instantly Mac's eyes widen and begin a pre fight warm up ready to begin.
Bug Spray began his announcement.
“His opponent, wearing all red trunks, the muscle bound menace, the poster pony of ‘roid rage. ‘Big’ Bulk Biceps.”
The dome explodes in roars again. As Bulk trots out to the ring changelings are conversing back and forth placing bets on who will come out the victor.
“I got 20 bits on the red one,” one drone said.
“I'll take that bet,” came from the changeling sitting next to him, “the white one is gonna pound that red one into apple sauce.”
More conversations, more arguments, and more bets were made as Bulk entered the ring. His collar was activated. Punching his gauntlets together he started to pose showing off his muscles as he stared daggers at his opponent.
Chrysalis stood and silenced the crowd.
“The rules are simple. Two shall enter, only one shall leave. Let the battle commence.”
The crowd erupted as the two stallions prepared to fight.