The Fight

'You are here by sentenced to spend the rest of your living days competing in The Fight.' The Judge said before slamming his gavel down on the antique wooden desk in front of him.

The color drained from the defendants face as he heard the verdict. He knew he had little chance of surviving the first night of his sentence let alone any longer. 'But I'm innocent.' He pleaded.

'Tell that to the appeals court. Oh I forgot murderers cannot appeal. You were found guilty on the evidence given to me during the case. Evidence never lies, therefor you must be guilty and must serve your sentence.' The Judge replied. 'Take him away' He finished slamming the gavel down one final time.

The defendant is restrained by the guards and dragged out of the court room still protesting his innocence.