38 Last Round

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[ Word Count 1895 ]

" Hello" - Speech

' Hello' - Thoughts

*Boom* - Sounds

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( 3rd Person POV)

" Alright folks, let's continue to the next round now that there are only 8 shooters left."

" Make some noise for them."

The announcer said as the crowd started yelling out their favorite shooters.

" Alonzo! Alonzo! Alonzo!" The crowd chanted out.

" Stephen! Stephen! Stephen!"

" Klay! Klay! Klay!"

" Allen! Allen! Allen!"

" KD! KD! KD!"

" Dirk! Dirk! Dirk!"

" Materson! Materson! Materson!"

" Shaq! Shaq! Shaq!"

The crowd all chanted for their favorite marksmen.

" ​​ In the third stage of the competition, all competitors are given 3 seconds to look at 5 targets and are then blindfolded. The competitors then must shoot all of the targets, and they will be rewarded points based on how close they are. 0 points for missing the target, 1 point for hitting the outer ring, 2 points for hitting the inner ring, and 5 points for hitting a bulls-eye."

" This will be the target we are using for this round." The announcer spoke as he held up the target they were going to be using for that round.

[ Target < Image here ]

" Since each contestant will be shooting at 5 targets points will be added up based on how many they hit in total. So if someone hits 5 bullseyes, then they will be awarded 5 points for hitting the bullseye 5 times because they shot at 5 targets. Does everyone understand?"

" Yes!" The crowd chorused.

" Good, then our first contestant is Alonzo Mourning. Good luck to you Alonzo."

" You have 3 seconds to view the targets and then you will have to shoot."

" Your time starts now!"

"1"

"2"

"3"

" Time's up!" As the announcer spoke Alonzo immediately closed his eyes so he would not be disqualified.

" Now shoot!"

*Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang*

As Alonzo stopped shooting the crowd was stunned by what they had seen. Even blindfolded, Alzono had managed to hit all 5 bullseyes.

*Cheering!*

" What a performance by Alonzo! He manages to hit all 5 of the targets dead center!"

" Alonzo! Alonzo! Alonzo!"

" Alonzo has definitely put the pressure on the contestant after him with that performance."

" Speaking of our next contestant, I would like to call up Stephen."

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[A/N: Sorry if the constant skipping is annoying, but as previously mentioned if I wrote every single character's turn out, this chapter would be dull, monotonous, and flat out boring to read.]

" What a round my friends, every single contestant has made it through with a perfect score!"

" This competition is truly shaping up to be incredible."

" But… we all know that the previous 3 rounds were merely appetizers for the main course. This is because our final round is dueling!"

" For the final round, both contestants will meet in the middle of the battlefield, and then each will take 20 steps forward. After that, we will count down from 5, and both opponents will turn and fire at each other. We will be using real bullets so death is a very real possibility."

" Now let's welcome our constants!"

" Alonzo and Septhan!

The announcer said as the two men walked up to the battlefield.

" Now when I count to 3, the duel starts."

" 1…2…3!"

As soon as the announcer said three, both shooters

draw their pistols and flintlocks and fired at each other.

*Boom*

*Boom*

"Augh!" Alonzo choked as he had been hit right in the heart, dying a second afterward.

When they had both shot, Stephen had ducked right away, avoiding the bullet. Alonzo however, was not that lucky and had been shot right in the heart.

" What a round, folks. Give it up for Spethan." The announcer said as a couple of people picked up the now dead body and removed it from the battlefield.

" Now we can move on to the next duel. This one is between two fan favorites, those two being Klay And Allen." The announcer spoke, as the two men in question started walking up to the stage.

If one looked closely you could see the thinly veiled nervousness on their faces. They were afraid that this duel would be their very last one.

" To reiterate the rules, you will start facing away from each other, with your backs touching. After you will take 20 steps forward, turn and shoot the other person."The announcer spoke once more with Klay and Allen following the instructions.

" 1…2…3!"

* Boom *

Both shooters in less than a second shot at each other, with Klay missing his shot because Allen had jumped to the right side, and Klay had assumed he would jump to the left. Allen however, had hit his opponent in his right ear, taking it off completely.

Not being one for mercy Allen shot once again, this time towards Klay's right hand; this was the hand Klay was holding his gun in. The bullet went right through his right hand as Klay's gun was blown away.

"Ahhh!" Klay screamed as he felt excruciating pain go through his body.

" You- you win nooo need to kill me," Klay begged, afraid that he would lose his life as Allen had already pointed the gun at his head.

" You should have been prepared for the chance of death the minute you joined this tournament," Allen spoke before he fired once more, but this time towards Klay's head, instantly killing him.

" Wow, who knew Allen could be so merciless towards his opponent. But it sure was exciting. Give it up for the winner, Ray Allen." The announcer spoke sounding more excited than horrified.

After his victory was announced, Allen walked out of the battlefield waving toward the crowd. Some workers removed the dead body before the next duel.

" Now to the next duel, this will be between Dirk and KD."

As the announcer spoke, two tall men walked up to the battlefield. One was a tall 6'9 blond-haired man while the other was a bald dark-skinned 7'1 skinny man.

The crowd suddenly erupted into cheers, as those two were some of the most famous bounty hunters in all of the Blue's. Dirk was from the West Blue while Durant was from the South Blue.

" Now let's keep this fair." The announcer said as Dirk and Kevin walked 20 feet from each other."

"1…2…3"

Both shooters drew their guns at the same and fired but missed as the two bullets hit each other. Dirk pulled out another flint within seconds realizing Kevin was on the same level as him while firing bullets toward Kevin's eyes. One which hit Kevin on the side of his left eye.

That gave Dirk a few seconds to fire from both of his guns. One bullet hit Kevin in the knees while another bullet hit him in the shoulder.

" You should give up, taking lives for no reason isn't my style," Dirk said to which Kevin put his arms up in surrender.

" Wow, the first time someone hasn't died in this round. Let's give it up for Dirk." The announcer spoke after the two walked off the battlefield.

" Now our final battle is between Materson and Shaq. Another duel between fan favorites." After the announcer spoke, the two walked to the stage. A middle-aged tall 7'1 fat dark-skinned man carrying 5 flints.

While Masterson looked around the age of 17. He was around 6 ft with a lean build and brown hair wearing a cowboy bucket hat and donned a clock with several guns strapped to it along with his shirt and pants.

[ Daddy Masterson > Image Here ]

" Last duel before we have our final 4 duelists." The announcer said on his mic.

" 1…2…3"

Shaq was slower at drawing his gun than Masterson as he was the second one to fire his shot. Although for some reason it looked like Masterson flint lagged for a few seconds as he kept clicking the trigger. But after a second the bullet came out from the gun as it head straight for Shaq's body.

Shaq tried to get out of the way but he was too slow due to his weight being too much.

" Ah-hhhh" Shaq screamed out in pain as the bullet hit him in the stomach.

" You lost," Masterson said to Shaq smirking a little before he walked away.

" And there you have it, folks. Now that we have four remaining participants left, let's head to the semifinal." The announcer spoke loudly as he called Spethan, Allen, Dirk, and Masterson to the stage once more.

" Now those four will duke it out to win the NBSC. They will go home with a total of 20 million berrys." The announcer said getting the attention of the crowd once more.

" Now this duel will be between Spethan and Allen." The announcer said as the other participants walked off.

" It will still be the same rules from the last round." The announcer spoke as Spethan and Allen walked 20 feet away from each other.

" 1…2…3 "

The moment the announcer said both draw their guns in less than and fired multiple shots at each other. Both tried to gain the upper hand against one another but they both kept dodging bullets. But both of them land a hit against each other in the head at the same time killing each other.

" Wow, folks who would have thought something like this would happen. Both managed to kill each other. I suppose whoever wins the next duel wins the whole tournament.

" Masterson and Dirk. Give us an exciting duel." With that being said the announcer, and both participants walked to the stage once more.

"Let's have a good duel," Dirk said to Masterson with a smile on his face.

" Hmm" Masterson nodded as both of them walked away from each other.

" 1…2…3"

With that said, Dirk and Masterson draw their guns and started shooting at each other. Both shooters were fast and accurate as they kept nearly hitting each other.

But soon the duel came to an end as Dirk landed a shot at Masterson's leg. Masterson could have hit Dirk too but for some reason, it looked like Masterson's flint didn't work.

" You give up?" Dirk asked as Masterson fell to the ground as he couldn't stand up anymore from the pain.

" Do you give up?" Dirk asked, putting more malice into his voice to scare Materson.

" Don't force me to kill a child," Dirk said putting a new round in his pistol.

" Yeah, I do," Masterson said as he started crying knowing he could have won if his gun didn't malfunction at the last moment. Maybe if he switched guns, he could have won but that was a mistake on his part as the same thing happen last round.

But he still decided to stick with the same flint as it was the very first gun he received and he wanted to win the competition with it.

" And that's the newest winner of the NBSC."

" Let's give up it for Dirk!!!" The announcer screamed at his mic while Masterson was being carried from the stadium to receive treatment.

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