Stands

And then there was Yellow. Without warning, without a mention from the announcers, without even a hint of her arrival, Yellow sprinted down the ramp as fast as she could, howling like a banshee. She got to the ring and pulled a hard left, screaming as she flailed wildly about without even the slightest hint that she was aware of her surroundings. After several laps she jumped into the ring and hopped onto the ropes, standing on the lowest ropes while she shook the top rope like she’d gone completely insane. She tried to hop down, but her foot slipped, and she fell over the ropes, hit her head on the turnbuckle, and fell unconscious in a limp heap by the ring.

Silence fell over the arena for a moment as Hermes got to the bottom of the ramp and hustled over to Yellow, checking her pulse and breathing as Leorio had taught him. He sighed, stood up, and shook his head.

“Did…” Jon asked nervously. “Did we just watch her die?”

Tien squinted, frowned, then shook his head. “She’s alive. I can still sense her ki. I doubt she’ll be waking up any time soon, though.”

“What the fuck even happened?”

Tien shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine. I’d imagine something about her stand drove her a bit crazy.”

“A bit?!” Jon prodded.

“A lot,” Tien admitted. “A lot crazy. What that means for the Youth Gone Wild, however, is that they need a replacement. Fortunately the managers were also given stands, which means the replacement is going to be… Hermes Conrad.”

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Round 7b, FreestyleKneepad