Reddunz Hit 'Arder (40k)

I was continually dragged along Gorblitz, his hand griping me like a vice. The other Orks followed, their heavy footsteps thudding against the ground. I stumbled along, trying to keep up, my new body still feeling alien and unwieldy. 

As we approached 'Da Pitz', the camp's cacophony seemed to grow louder. The clanging of metal, the roars of the crowd, and deep guttural screams filled the air. The entrance loomed ahead, a massive structure cobbled together from scrap and debris. The words "DA PITZ" were scrawled in red above the entrance, each letter uneven and dripping.

As I was dragged through the cobbled makeshift entrance, I could finally put a face to the loud chaos. Orks of all sizes were engaged in brutal combat, their movements raw and powerful. The ground was littered with debris; broken weapons, discarded armour, and the occasional carcass of the strange red creatures. The air was thick with the smell of dirt and rust.

Gorblitz shoved me forward, and I found myself on the stands just outside the arena. The other Orks that followed stood just behind me, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. I could feel their gaze on my back, as they watched my every move.

I took a deep breath, feeling the raw energy of the place seep into my bones. This was my new reality, a world of chaos and brutality. I had to survive, adapt, and find a way to turn this curse into a weapon. 

The carnage in front of me was like nothing I had ever seen, I was never a big fan of sports either way but this was beyond anything in my old world. Even movies balked in comparison to this slaughter. Huge hulking figures tearing into each other... What was strange was that there was no real method to the madness, it was just madness. Orks that were helping each other out just moments before were stabbing each other in the back, and Orks that were just ripping into one another teamed up to take down bigger Orks before turning back against one another. There was truly no rationality whatsoever, and the real kicker was... They all seemed to be enjoying it. 

This was the biggest display of pure vulgarity that I had ever seen and I had one person to blame for it. The self-proclaimed 'God'. There was no God here, that was for sure, there could be no grand creator that played any sort of hand in this. Well no benevolent one that was for sure. With my head on a swivel I looked around hoping to gain a better understanding of the situation, along with hoping to draw a relevant idea of the size and spectacle of the arena. One thing amongst the chaos stood out, to my right and multiple stories up within the arena's seating was a throne of sorts. It seemed empty, but someone must sit there. 'Usually thrones like that in colosseums were reserved for the ruling class' I thought to myself. 

With a few other sweeping gazes I didn't find anything of particular note. It was just a very large arena with a bunch of rambunctious hooligans bashing into each other, and it would soon be my turn. But these brand of Orks seemed much larger than myself, I assumed I'd be fighting one on one with another 'Yoof'. I wasn't exactly sure what a 'Yoof' was but I was pretty sure it was their version of an unbloodied fighter. These Orks seemed to live an extreme martial society favouring fighting above all else. I suppose that's why I was as soon as I emerged from my pod. Turning around back towards the entrance I peered through and saw a similar sight. Smaller Orks emerging from the ground only to get smacked around by a larger Ork then for them to get dragged towards an entrance of 'Da Pitz'. 

Turning back towards the arena I began to look out for fellow Orks around my size and saw quite a few around the edge with a similar sized Ork to Gorblitz presiding over them. I now understood, it was a true proving ground and the larger ones seemed to be in charge of the smaller Orks. With what Gorblitz mentioned earlier it seemed as though I would have to fight one of these smaller Orks in combat, I was still clumsy in this body and that posed a distinct disadvantage. I hoped that these new-borns like me were just as clumsy and unaware of the situation as they was in. Hoping to get a better look at them I spotted the Ork that had just been plucked from the ground like a potato enter into the outskirts. Where I expected to see a confused and bumbling beefcake I instead saw an excited and energetic beast. Like a toddler getting ready to be unleashed into a ball pit.

It was then that the current fight began to reach its fever pitch. Two Orks remained as they eyed each other covered in either their own blood or the blood of the Orks that lay around them. I noticed that the defeated Orks were still breathing despite hideous wounds, none of them seemed to whimper either, they simply accepted their defeat and lay around in either a stupor or were genuinely unconscious. It was then that the two began to charge at each other letting out a guttural yell that had the entire arena yelling along with them, it came to a resounding "WAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" that caused my blood to boil and ripped something out of me that I didn't even know existed. Before I even realised it, I too was screaming out in delight along with my fellow Ork Brethren. What was happening to me... Whatever it was, I was starting to... Enjoy it?