I don't know what to think. Not that I'm unhappy for you, because you certainly regained respect at your church and definitely gained respect here, but I feel underwhelmed. I think you should have won. How? I need yet to see the video, but how? All the time spent with your brother, you were seeing him improve right? Weren't you improving with him?
Oh well. The theme of this thread is "Reclaiming the Throne", but it turned out quite novely. After an anarchy period, where there was no ruler (aka, you not being there), the people cried out for a king again. They challenged you into doing it for them. They set up this tournament to declair who would be king over the Smash (locally of course). Giving you time to search for training, you turned to faceless sprits from far off lands. Through their words you were able to improve. Through their collective experiences you grew stronger. But as you stood there before them learning, a young sibling stood in the brush feasting off every word.
One night, while at the saloon, you were challenged. You had not been training long, but your skills were apparently well met. Bodies laid before you. Word spread about your victory that day, and that is when the training became more serious. You brother also caught word of the victory, and also began training.
The spirits helpped in the ways that they were knowlegeable in. Although he could not console with them every night, for domestic issues are far more important than becoming a great fighter, he kept learning and training. But ever vigilent to keep up with his older brother, the younger took note of the older's abilities and applied them in his own time, privately.
Many nights passed and one night the older came upon the house of his mother. His brother was there, training hard of course, so they began sparring. Amazed by his younger brother's abilities though, he still felt that he was better but was glad to see that the family was strong.
The night of the great tournament was upon him. This is where the next king would be found. Many challengers of the throne approached, many wwould never see the light of day again, figuratively speaking. Starting with the lower lives, he worked his way up quickly. Each match was just a punching bag, the only hits on him were the ones that he allowed. No challenger would ever be able to compete with him agian. Until word of a masked fighter began to rumble the audience. Who was it? His nemesis? The one that wanted to take the thrown from him? No, he was taken out by the masked fighter.
The tournament could not continue though, as family issues, weather, and time would not permit it. It seemed as if God wanted there to be more time for the brothers to keep practicing, for he knew that they would need it to claim the thrown without question.
Once again, the moon rose over the fight night. With the older brother on one controller, and the masked fighter on the other, they began. Both faught without mercy. They both read the others moves like open news articles to the public. Each time a move was discovered, another came out. Each blow was devestating. The former king took the lead, becoming confedent. The masked fighter though, was able to withdraw his feelings and continue the fight, gaining momentum and, eventually, the lead. All watching were surprised to see this fight occuring. The master was being greatly challenged by a no name. The battle continue on much longer than anyone could have anticipated.
Down to the wire, the former king got frustrated, feeling his confedence slip from him. How could someone be giving him this challenge? He continued to fight till the very end. With one last blow, he fell to the ground. He looked up at his competitor. Were all those hours of training wasted. Had the spirits mislead him in the arts of smash? Then, it hit him. He was able to see through the clever disguise and quickly hugged his competitior and held up his hand. There was a grand cheer from the audience.
The nemesis appeared from the crowed, "What do you chear for? This loser? He is not fit to be king!". The old king gave a hardy laugh to that. He responded "Yes, it may be true that I am not fit to be king. One day in the future maybe, but not today. But I will tell you who is." He turns to the fighter next to him and takes off his mask. "My brother".
Another cheer rings out. Then, fade to black. This is where we do the credits. What do you think? Montage ending, a blooper real, or just play a straight song? I don't know.