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Authors: Adam Wallace
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Pete was ready for anything. Bring it on! He was here with his knight and there was nothing anyone could do about that.
Training was in the main hall. Initially, each knight took their squire for personal training. They discussed wrestling tactics and techniques. They showed moves. They showed defences and offences, and they worked on grappling and throwing.
Almost all the knights did this.
Sir Mountable sat with Pete and asked him again why he wanted to become a knight. Pete stared. He had already given an answer to that question, and a good one at that.
âI already told you,â he said. âRemember?â
Sir Mountable nodded and stroked his beard, but didnât reply. He simply turned and looked over at the other knights and their trainees. When Pete realised that he wasnât going to get any help, he warmed up by himself. He did sit-ups; he jogged around the hall; he tried to do a one-armed chin-up but basically just hung there, straining so much he looked like he was a little bit constipated.
Sir Nayme, King Rayonâs top knight and chief of squire training, blew a whistle. Everyone gathered in the centre of the hall. Sir Mountable stayed where he was and drank some water out of the bottle he had brought along.
âTrainee knights,â Sir Nayme said in his deep voice. It was a voice you could hear from some distance away, although Sir Nayme never seemed to speak loudly. His voice just carried.
âYou will pair up and you will scrimmage for three rounds. A single whistle signifies the beginning of each round. A double whistle signifies the end of each round. At the conclusion of the third and final round I will blow the whistle three times.â
Pete started to look around to see who he could partner, but the decision was made for him. Larson Smithers raced over and stood by his side.
âI would like to pair up with McGee, Sir,â Smithers said in a voice all jolly and full of crapola. âItâs his first day here as a real trainee, and he is just my bestest friend in the whole wide world. He is the reason I signed up to assist with the trainee training. Please Sir, may we wrestle so I can look after him?â
Sir Nayme, obviously not familiar with LIES, ALL LIES, nodded.
âVery well, Smithers, but do not go easy on him, just because you are such close friends. I expect you to try your hardest.â
Larson Smithers smiled an extremely evil smile, staring straight at Pete McGee as he replied.
âOh donât worry, Sir. I will go as hard as I possibly can. How will he improve if I make it easy for him?â
Sir Nayme nodded and patted sucky Smithers on the shoulder before walking off to check on the other pairs, leaving Pete and his arch enemy alone.
âYouâre going down, McGee,â Smithers said, his voice back to normal. âIâm gonna flatten you like a, well, like a, umm, like something thatâs really flat. And dumb.â
Pete ignored him, although he tried to keep eye contact so as to appear tough and brave. Inside he wondered what was going to happen. He soon found out.The whistle blew. Smithers hooked Peteâs arm and flipped him onto the ground. Pete landed with a thud. He stood up but before he could get any focus, Smithers did a dive-tackle, knocking three quarters of the wind out of him. He drove Pete onto the training mat, which knocked out the remaining quarter of wind. Then he rolled Pete over and twisted his arm behind his back. Pete cried out, the arm pushed to breaking point, stabbing pains running through it from his shoulder down.
âYield, McGee,â Smithers sneered. âGive up.â
âNever,â Pete said through gritted teeth. âAnd you can never make me.â
Smithers pushed the arm a little further, more pain surging through it. It seemed there was nothing Pete could do. He tried to kick, but that was no good. He squirmed and tried to wriggle free, but that just hurt his
Pete was ready for anything. Bring it on! He was here with his knight and there was nothing anyone could do about that.
Training was in the main hall. Initially, each knight took their squire for personal training. They discussed wrestling tactics and techniques. They showed moves. They showed defences and offences, and they worked on grappling and throwing.
Almost all the knights did this.
Sir Mountable sat with Pete and asked him again why he wanted to become a knight. Pete stared. He had already given an answer to that question, and a good one at that.
âI already told you,â he said. âRemember?â
Sir Mountable nodded and stroked his beard, but didnât reply. He simply turned and looked over at the other knights and their trainees. When Pete realised that he wasnât going to get any help, he warmed up by himself. He did sit-ups; he jogged around the hall; he tried to do a one-armed chin-up but basically just hung there, straining so much he looked like he was a little bit constipated.
Sir Nayme, King Rayonâs top knight and chief of squire training, blew a whistle. Everyone gathered in the centre of the hall. Sir Mountable stayed where he was and drank some water out of the bottle he had brought along.
âTrainee knights,â Sir Nayme said in his deep voice. It was a voice you could hear from some distance away, although Sir Nayme never seemed to speak loudly. His voice just carried.
âYou will pair up and you will scrimmage for three rounds. A single whistle signifies the beginning of each round. A double whistle signifies the end of each round. At the conclusion of the third and final round I will blow the whistle three times.â
Pete started to look around to see who he could partner, but the decision was made for him. Larson Smithers raced over and stood by his side.
âI would like to pair up with McGee, Sir,â Smithers said in a voice all jolly and full of crapola. âItâs his first day here as a real trainee, and he is just my bestest friend in the whole wide world. He is the reason I signed up to assist with the trainee training. Please Sir, may we wrestle so I can look after him?â
Sir Nayme, obviously not familiar with LIES, ALL LIES, nodded.
âVery well, Smithers, but do not go easy on him, just because you are such close friends. I expect you to try your hardest.â
Larson Smithers smiled an extremely evil smile, staring straight at Pete McGee as he replied.
âOh donât worry, Sir. I will go as hard as I possibly can. How will he improve if I make it easy for him?â
Sir Nayme nodded and patted sucky Smithers on the shoulder before walking off to check on the other pairs, leaving Pete and his arch enemy alone.
âYouâre going down, McGee,â Smithers said, his voice back to normal. âIâm gonna flatten you like a, well, like a, umm, like something thatâs really flat. And dumb.â
Pete ignored him, although he tried to keep eye contact so as to appear tough and brave. Inside he wondered what was going to happen. He soon found out.The whistle blew. Smithers hooked Peteâs arm and flipped him onto the ground. Pete landed with a thud. He stood up but before he could get any focus, Smithers did a dive-tackle, knocking three quarters of the wind out of him. He drove Pete onto the training mat, which knocked out the remaining quarter of wind. Then he rolled Pete over and twisted his arm behind his back. Pete cried out, the arm pushed to breaking point, stabbing pains running through it from his shoulder down.
âYield, McGee,â Smithers sneered. âGive up.â
âNever,â Pete said through gritted teeth. âAnd you can never make me.â
Smithers pushed the arm a little further, more pain surging through it. It seemed there was nothing Pete could do. He tried to kick, but that was no good. He squirmed and tried to wriggle free, but that just hurt his
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