Andre had entered into the last level of the maze. In each level, he had used his clever tactics and physical skills to outwhit and defeat his enemy. This level seemed easy by comparison.
There was an open arena. The crowd was seated in anxious anticipation and his golden trophy sitting on a stool. He walked out to the trophy, eyed around the room for a potential opponent.
Was it really this easy? Did he finally win the maze. He went to his trophy and cheers rang out from the crowds. Andre smiled and waved as his fans were waving back. Sure, it was odd as he had never had fans celebrating with him, but then again, he knew this was being broadcast live to the world.
He raised both hands up in victory. The crowd continued its enthusiasm. He picked up his trophy, lifting it over his head. This set off the trap.
A sword was shot out of a hole across the room and darted straight into Andre's hardened gut, nailing him with a heavy thud. He dropped the trophy and the crowd went wild as cameramen swarmed into the room to capture his demise from every angle.
Anger filled the young man's heart as he knew he had been finally lost the competition. He wanted to pull out the blade and strike back, but was overcome with weakness.
He leaned against the stool and stared angrily into the nearest camera. He muscular abs and chest flexing in an attempt to hold off the pain. It was not long before he succumbed and the audience roared even louder.
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