"So there you have it, folks. if you look to your right, you see a 2. Go to that and you take the mining choice. To your left, you see a 3. Walk through that door, and join the club." He did that evil grin. Did I mention I hate that grin?

I sighed to myself. I had never been a pony to do manual labor, it wasn't my thing. Then again, nopony going through door 2 looked very enthusiastic about the situation. I got up and started walking over to the more popular of the choices, only to be stopped by a pair of guards who didn't look like they had any intention to move out of the way. I tried to sidestep them as to not draw any more unwanted attention to them, but instead of getting away safely I was pushed to the ground and dragged into to a corner.

Two guards stood above me. Guard number 1 looked at me with a sympathetic frown, while guard 2 looked at me with a look that was forged out of pure anger and spite. "Master requests for more ponies to join the Fight Club." His expression changed from spite to a evil smirk, one that reminded me of a certain pony that I had just met. I looked over at door 3, and I did notice a small amount of ponies walking through that door. I looked back at my captors with a expression I hate wearing. Fear. "I cant fight!" I screamed, which gave guard 2 all the right reasons to beat me right there, which he did.

Curling up on the floor to protect myself from the blows, guard 1 looked over to guard 2 and said "I'll take care of this, you go get somepony else to fight." guard 2 grunted and walked away, but not before giving me another kick to the face. I looked over to where guard 2 was beating a very pretty mare, and if I wasn't decaying on the outside and in a slaver camp, I possibly would have fancied her, but I was decaying, and I was a slave who was currently being dragged over to the door marked with a 3. "Let me tell you something. Don't pick the match tournament. I went through it, there is no submission, its all to the death. Chose the partner or 1v1 to the death tournaments. Less ponies, less chances to die, and you get guaranteed freedom. I was thrown inside the door with the 3 with my mind reeling. Why was this strange stallion helping me? I got up, noticing the mare I just saw walking beside me with her head down. I would have to ask questions later, probably to get beat up and have no answers.

Once I was inside, I attracted quite a few gasps from other slaves, accompanied with worried looks. "What, never seen a beat-up ghoul before?" The fact that I spoke made a few of the slaves move away very quickly, but I noticed some of the more mature ponies in the room stayed where they were, apparently, wherever some of these ponies came from, ghouls weren't a common sight.

Apparently, when I spoke, it wasn't gone unnoticed, as a bullet hit right off the ground next to me, I got a extremely scared look on my face, and that seemed to be enough for the guards above to get a laugh and shut me up. Suddenly, a door opened, and a orange-yellow stallion stepped out. He looked down at the small collection of us down here and frowned, and a few seconds later, he addressed us.

"Hello. My name is unimportant, and I was the previous match tournament winner. Apparently, being the director of the next Fight Club tournament is mandatory for the previous winner, lucky me. I was a slave to, so I am one of the few here that will show you any kind of respect. That got a few laughs out of slavers, but it didn't seem like they were laughing with him. Well, lets get this show on the road, shall we? The rules of Fight Club are simple. Rule One - no fighting unless its in a regulated duel or the ring. I know, it's weird, but that's the rule. Rule Two - listen to the guards, do whatever they say, or die. Rule Three - In the ring, its always to the death. No matter what your told at any point, if your opponent isn't dead at the end of a fight, the fights not over. So, that's it. Good luck to all of you, my assistant will tell you which doors lead where and so on. I'm leaving to go get drunk."

A large stallion galloped up to the railings and shouted out to all of us "All right! Door 1 goes to the 1v1 fight to the death tourney!" More doors? Great. "Door 2 goes to the 1v1 match tourney!" "Door 3 goes to the 2v2 tourney!" "Make your pick, most of you will die anyway." While door 2 seemed very inviting, I remembered what I was told. I walked up to door 3. Somepony else would go through this door without a already picked partner, right?

Footnote: Level up.
New Perk: Doors, doors, and more doors! -- you've made quite a few big decisions recently. Decision making is 25% faster under pressure.

Author's Note

this is a MLP story based loosely off of Fallout Equestria, a story by kkat.
Thanks for writing the original story, kkat.