All of the 6 cities had been buzzing the last few days, a new highly modern arena was being build, the best mineral water dumped into the cooling facilities nearby and the betting offices had too much customers to handle.

YES FOLKS!!! the time has come, it is time for all of us to find out who will be....

The next King or Queen of Snow!!

<font color="#D7D7D7">Lincoln had been tasked with procuring a worthy championship belt, and oh boy!! It was a very finely woven, silver but white gold gilded belt studded with many diamonds shaped into snow crystals</font>

Fluffiest had put his best guards on keeping the belt safe, for surely he saw the fighters being ruthless and he didn't want to end up as someone's pelt in front of the fireplace at one of the gangster's mansions.

Now it is time to look at the playing field, it was a 10 by 10 acres and equally divided into 100 zones in which contestants could hide out and try to smoke out their competition. Unlike the preliminary round this was a last man standing type of fight now, and only the strongest, smartest or dumb ass luckiest contestant would win the title.

Our left over fighters are:

SammySoul, heston, Circle-of-Fire, Paradise, Eren, Yaoyorozu, Jumebone, Keziah, TommyVercetti and Remedy

Looking back at their performance in round 1, some of them had very clear form, such as Suckerpunch (sammy) who was the only fighter to win all his match ups. Yet others shown their cool and cunning in winning SUDDEN DEATH matches, or win their final do-or-die match to cling to a championship spot! Surely their confidence grew with getting that golden ticket to the final.

Looking further to the person standing behind them in support, except for Jumebone and TommyVercetti, men who decided they would be strong enough on their own and not in need of a patron. We could see patronage sometimes coming from the fighter's own city leadership, but sometimes also across country like Eren would be supported by Godfather  Humpty from Philly and Remedy receiving patronage from Westmoreland!!

Surely things were tense and excited in round 1 but we will see an even bloodier and higher quality fight in the next days to come. The players will be on a day rotation and send their shots to both judges to ensure no admin delay or errors shall affect the outcome of this competition.

For now, it is a bit less than 1 hour until the battle begins, i hope you all could pick your own favorites and see how this match shall turn out in the end. Good luck to all the fighters and may the odds forever be in your favor!

Mickey was looking forward to the matches kicking off. The initial round Robin had been a lot of fun. There wasn't much better or more entertaining than grown men smacking the fuck out of each other with tightly compressed balls of frozen water. The initial belt design had been something far more tasteful, like a prize fighters belt with a lot of gold, inlaid silver filigree and black and red enamel. And then he had remembered that Fluffiest_Tummy had the flair and fashion sense of Danny John Jules and that is how he had ended up with something altogether more bling. Something that looked like it belonged to a certain Disney Princess. It had also been considerably more expensive, to the point that Mickey was thinking of suggesting that they did away with First Prize altogether and just gave out the damn belt. But in the end, it would be all worth it. This would turn out to be a right royal rumble. !0 gladiators tossing snowballs at each other like there was no tomorrow. Mano a mano, every person for themselves, until only 1 remained, 1 to be crowned, Champion!

As much as he disliked the stuck up chef with his Artichoke purees and pea air served on a bed of Jellied fart, he had a feeling that he might just pull it out of the bag. Of course he would never voice such an opinion, being completely neutral himself. Still, let the games commence...

The chef had enjoyed legally throwing things at people during the first round of the competition. The chef had made it through to the next round, The competition had rested on a knife edge but his last whisk-y shot had landed and knocked out his target.

Kneading to win the dough the chef had tried to come up with a battle plan for the final. Heston spoke to his RH and had secured Ruby_Rose as a patron. They strategized into the early hours which was not great for the chef as he was an early riser needing to bake bread for breakfast. 

On the day of the final starting the chef dressed ready for battle fresh pressed whites with a small toque were put on more for camouflage then anything else. A large white apron was added for warmth. A small thermos filled with a combination of coffee and whiskey were readied and at last Heston was ready.

Taking a walk out to look at the venue Heston picked his spot carefully hunkering down and preparing snowballs he waited for the whistle to signal the start 

READY AIIIIIIIIIIM FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRE!  

It was the day after the preliminaries of the snowball competition that Circle-of-Fire met with Stefan, her patron, to discuss the strategy to be followed. The first battles had shown that not everyone was completely focused and therefore made mistakes. Of course Circle-of-Fire had also made a mistake in her last match by taking off her gloves and throwing snowballs with her bare hands. 
She would certainly not make this mistake again.

From a distance, she saw Heston practising with the starting gun. Just like in F1 car races, he made a test start. It made her laugh a little. Especially when he shouted:

READY AIIIIIIIIM FIIIIIIIIIIIIRE!  

Circle-of-Fire turned to Heston and called back. Fire? That's my trademark, so forget it.

With a big smile on her face Circle-of-Fire walked back to the organisers and started throwing snowballs to the locations she wanted the snowballs to hit.

Day one had passed and Heston still stood in the snowy streets getting cold. Taking a nip of whisky from his hipflask was helping a little "Eggcellent we survived the first wave for the first time in a while" 

Heston weighed up his options and made a few extra snowballs  

The competition in the snowball competition was great. All the participants were ready to throw their snowballs. Everyone had a nice pile of snowballs ready. When the gun went off everyone picked up their balls and threw them towards their opponents. 

It was a big surprise that there were some casualties on this big field. 

Before round 2 Circle-of-Fire had a long talk with Stefan and he did everything he could to help Circle-of-Fire. They had agreed to meet in a restaurant on the corner of Summerlin and Paradise. Behind them, a man was reading a newspaper. Because Circle-of-Fire did not trust that the man hidden behind the newspaper was not one of the other contestants. 

The man was drinking whiskey and because Circle-of-Fire knew that Heston liked to drink whiskey, they decided to leave the restaurant and went for a walk and discussed the strategy.

When it was time to go to the battlefield, Circle-of-Fire produced her 3 balls and placed them in front of her feet ready for throwing.

In the corner of her eye she saw one of her opponents approaching and she could clearly see that he had had a little too much to drink. Circle-of-Fire hoped that this opponent could not aim very well.

She threw her snowballs and confidently walked back to the meeting point to hear what the score of the day was.

The air was thick as a layer of deep snow covered the field. The wind had settled down enough where someone could see clearly through the light flurries of white, all the way to the opposite end. Eren peeked through his hatch above him, only opening it enough to see. He scanned the field, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone else's hidey-hole. 

After a few minutes, his hands began to stiffen up as the frigid temperatures managed to pierce through his gloves. "Fuck it," he thought to himself as he scooped in a pile of snow. It was now or never; everyone seemed to be sleeping, and throwing conditions were perfect. The snow was perfect for making a proper snowball. Packed tightly, it'd surely hurt if he managed to nail someone this time out. 

Just as the snowballs were almost done being made, a bell sounded off within his hiding space. Suddenly, a small tube shot through the vents, hitting Eren in the head. "Oh, what the fuck man," he said while holding his head with his right hand, grabbing the tube with his left. 

Any displeasure quickly faded once he opened the package. Of course, his patron Humpty came through for him, and he knew he could count on his friend to help out if for nothing else, to make sure he won too. This package contained an up-to-date map of all the tosses that have already taken place. INFORMATION IS POWER BABY

With a gleeful smile, Eren finished packing his two snowballs and launched open his hatch. Popping out like a scene from a Vietnam movie, Eren hurls his balls at two spots not already hit, whispering to himself, "Suck on those bitches."

The 6 Cities Cup had been running for 2 days now in the championship battle and despite the first day being finished there had been no public announcements of the result due to the fact both referees enjoyed their first day too and had a little too many whiskey. Perhaps they had been bribed, perhaps they had been drugged who knows!! All we know is, we're about to hear their report for the combined 1st 2 days, let's listen to them now

A few meows and fur balls coughed up it was Fluffiest to rattle down his impressions first, he rawred a little being as excited as ever and he sprung lose a quick stream of reports as follows

LAAAADIEEESSSS and other big LUMBERING GIANTSSSSS

I'm coming to you live after the smoke of Day 2 is just leaving the arena, the fine powder from all the impacts left and right of snowballs flung with due force have obscured a lot of the playing field... or perhaps it has been our massive hungover and too many good single malts being poured into Lincoln's glass and my drinking bowl... one will never know!!

Yet, we see the infirmary has been filled quite a lot by now, and let's take a good look and listen to witness accounts of what had transpired!!!

Day 1

First off, it was the Rottweiler aka Jumebone, who was brought to the medics with frozen balls, literally! The dog seemed to await a master who never came and as a result was very confused and didn't do anything. Capitalizing on this frozen dog in headlights situation it was Snowcat aka Paradise to show the real feline versus canine fued and make the 1st elimination of the match.

Yet in all her excitement chasing the dog... oh no she didn't even notice it, she had already a thick extra white pelt on her head because in the background from his well guarded bunker (was that even against snowballs with enriched uranium safe hiding spot??) it was Vlamdimir Putin Poutine who took out the cat mid-attack making HER actually the first to be knocked out with Jumbeone just making 9th place by the breadth of a, well whisker i suppose!! Internally Fluffiest was sad for obviously felines stick together, but the result was the result and he would never manipulate this esteemed competition!!!

Towards the end of the day, after many failed attempts at additional knock-outs a singing erupted in the field, oh lord please let it go lady!! Yes folks it was Elsa aka yaoyorozu who took it upon her to lighten the spirits of the cold and tired fighters. But that only got her lights taken out as a very grumpy Fired up lady, devastating Circle-of-Fire decided it was late and she wanted to go to bed!!

There you have it folks, Day 1 was over with 3 people out of the competition, and 7 fighters 1 step closer to the title

Day 2

Barely alive both Mickey and Fluffiest dragged their asses to their seat, it seemed to be veeeeeery foggy day despite the weather forecast supposedly saying the sun would be out all day. It was hot for some reason in the booth as well, but both referees feeling the effects of their antics in the evening weren't too fresh to start off their day. Perhaps they needed some food, but alas the first few bits of a bacon wrapped sausage didn't bode well for either of them and a quick dash to the door helped alleviate some of their symptoms pretty quick.

By then the fans were already cheering, because by the very first attack of the day it had been the Iron Chef aka heston to get a good start of his day. Perhaps it was so fucking freaking early that his opponent BigballsTony aka keziah was still doing his morning wee and was taken unaware. Oh man that was a knocked out and the man was making some reaaaaally weird yellow snow angel. Luckily for the crowd and the referees stomachs he was hit and fell forward and not backward!!!

Then a long time was spent for any fighter to dash and make some attempt, it seemed a lot of them were planning a big offensive, or rather just a careful sneak attack. Perhaps even some would go as far as doing some specialized military tactic or operation!! Surely our Vladimir Putin Poutine was no stranger to that. He had shown his cunning in a nice take down on day 1, but perhaps his overconfidence got the better of him. He came out of the bunker for a quick smoke and scan the arena, but again was getting late and who else than Devastating was there to ensure we'd be done and could go home before night would set to the arena and took down Remedy who ranked 6th overall.

There ya have it folks, 2 days passed and only 5 fighters left to fight for the title!!

Perhaps we can see their patrons get more engaged now and really do all they can for their champion, well... to really BECOME one!!!

Stay tuned!!!

The kitty drops the mic and looks for another bucket to cough things up in

The water began to form a thin layer of ice as light snow fell gracefully from the sky. The only disturbances were the popped tubes of the fallen combatants as they slowly made their way past Eren. Eren, who himself rid along in his inflatable tube, was dressed as if it was summertime. Bathing suit, sunglasses, sunscreen, the whole nine. 

As he sipped on his mojito, he lazily began to pack his snowballs, sighing and grumbling periodically throughout the process. "FUCK YOU ON GANG" he yelled as he tossed around his two snowballs at two randomly selected locations. It took nothing more than a few seconds, and then he could go back to doing nothing, his favorite activity. 

Suddenly, a snowball landed in the middle of his tube! "WHAT THE FUCK MAN," he exclaimed as he thought for sure this meant he was out. It wasn't until the snowball slowly rotated over in the water without melting that he realized this wasn't the enemy's. A note showed itself; on it read: "Hey babe, this is daddy. Fondle my balls like you're used to, and do it right xoxo".

"Fuck man, these old guys get weirder by the day," Eren whispered as he lazily tossed the extra ball into the middle of the new ocean field.

Enzo was quite enjoying himself watching the competition each day continue one. He sat back in his chair drinking his warm cup of joe as a snow ball hurled passed him. Looking to see where it came from, he saw Sammy his Godfather with a wicked grin on his face. Returning to his coffee as he watched them continue. 

Day three had been a boring day Heston felt a little ill from the chill of the streets. before todays round started Heston started making yet more snowballs he tossed one them in the general direction of the GodMother Circle-of-Fire as she was leaving a coffee shop "Hoping to put out your fire today" Heston giggled to himself looking around to see who else he could see Eren appeared next "Gonna knock your sunglasses off today" 

Heston walked off a little before noticing Sammysoul "Today your soul is miine" Heston gave a single finger in sammy's general direction and carried on onto the battlefield 

Noticing Heston taunting him from across the battlefield Sammy yelled. "Right back at ya' pal!"

Pulling down his pants exposing his bottom, Sammy kissed his hand and smacked it on his right cheek.

Sammy would later look back at this moment as less than a high point in his life.

As the battleship began its quick forward march towards the enemy territory, its captain, Humpty , radioed down to his crew, "I've spotted a little bitch down the ways." His crew immediately jumped into action, preparing and aiming the ship's cannons in the direction of 'down the ways.' 

"BOTTOM BITCH REPORTING FOR DUTY!" Eren said as he saluted his flamboyantly dressed captain. "Eren, fire the cannons here, here, and here. If we don't hit anything this time, I'll be sure to add three inches to your heels," he responded.

Eren ran down from the bridge onto the deck without a moment's hesitation. His feet already hurt; there was no way he was getting three more inches thrown on top. "I SEE THAT BITCH BOY Heston , NAIL HIS ASS!" he screamed as the cannons blasted three shots in rapid succession. 

It had been a few days since the last update, and well honestly it was because both Fluffiest and Mickey had been having a snoozefest!!

For 2 full days there had been ZERO eliminations, and the reports would have been just too boring for anyone to sit in and listen to.

They had instructed the fighters to at least taunt each other to keep the fans sitting in the stands from demanding their money back and on to Day 5 it was.

By now only half of the fighters would still be able to compete, having lost 5 of their rivals on days 1 and 2.

Yet it seemed that this made them more cautious or simply thought they had made it nearly there and were frozen now..

Yet on Day 5 it was a different feel in the morning, some light drizzle had rained down on the arena. Leading to some loss of snow coverage in some places, showing abadoned hiding spots but also perhaps a flash of color other than white!!

The Iron Chef aka Heston, was prepared of course by using his white chef's jacket he was less affected by the small reduction in snow coverage. The snowcat, would have thrived in these circumstances but she already was knocked out so no luck there. Other competitors, such as CLO who was born in the North and used to these conditions managed to blend in well.

Yet one contestant was more a blunt force kinda person, who had been blasting his way through the arena leaving no secrets in his wake, it was Suckerpunch, aka SammySoul. He was not very versatile in the changing environment and unfortunately walked straight past the camouflaged chef and got a big ball to the neck as a direct result

IT was a direct hit and a knock out to the Godfather of Hollywood, perhaps now he'd travel back and make sure to keep things running like clockwork there, movie studios needed to keep their schedule for him to rake in those royalties!!!

The tommynator and devastating are still in as well, they have been lying low, using very different strategies, it shall now be not long until one of these 4 fighters will grab the title and get that gorgeous belt that is awaiting the victor!!!

Eren pulls out a cigarette and lights it up in the middle of the field. 

"You know, I don't have the time for this shit today. I just finished a 12-hour shift cleaning Humpty 's dirty underwear, the same fucking thing I'll be doing tomorrow. I'm fucking done playing around. EVERYONE WHO IS LEFT, BRING YOUR ASSES OUT OF YOUR HIDEY HOLES LIKE THE LITTLE WORMS YA ARE, AND LET'S SETTLE THIS LIKE MEN. OLD SCHOOL QUICK DRAW DUEL STYLE." 

Eren finished his cigarette in peace. 

Enzo watched in horror seeing his Godfather fall on the battlefield. Throwing his coffee against the wall as he turned to leave huffing and puffing. "Fucking, mother-fuckity fuck!" Enzo couldn't believe how quickly he got knocked out, he went to check on his boss after they brought him off the field. 

The snowball fight had been going on for a few days and Circle-of-Fire was still in the race for the victory.

A few days ago Heston had tried to eliminate her by sending a snowball in her direction as she left the coffee shop. He was not very good at aiming, because the snowball went past her.

Today she saw Heston preparing a pile of snowballs for the fight. She decided to be a bit naughty. She prepared a snowball and threw it towards Heston's pile. A hit in the middle of the pile and a few snowballs were destroyed.

"There you go Heston, this is payback for a few days ago. My fire wont go out even if i loose".

She walked up to him and also saw the other remaining contestants. Lets go guys, may the best one win.

Cursing Circle-of-Fire for ruining his snow ball stash Heston decides to hide a few surprises in his snowballs today red hot chillies "This will warm you up today BITCHES" Taking the hottest chillies Heston could find in the market Heston chops a few in half and moulds snow around them "HEHEHEHE"