Shapeshifter Finals
By Jeffrey A. Carver
Inspired by real events . . .
The crowd roared as the first pair of wrestlers engaged in competition out on the centre mat. “Aww-riiiiii-choooo-guyyyys!” “HUGGA-HUGGGA-HUGGGA-HUGGGA!” “Wickety-(psicry!)-wickety-(psicry!)-wickety-(psicry!)” Hog Donovan peeked over in the direction of the match but tried not to get drawn into watching it. Neither of the contestants in the ninety-three-pound class was human, and better he should keep his mind on his own upcoming match.
“Gaaiiee! Gaaiiee!” “Brackit-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it!” “Wheeeooop-ooop-ooop!” The assortment of cries from the stands was damned disconcerting, the crowd being over half extraterrestrials. It was the opening bout, finals round, in the 57,463rd Annual Games of the IntraGalactic Interw
