"Next match; Claude Rayforth vs Ian Jefferson!"
Claude's eyes widened with surprise for a split second, before a wide grin appeared on his face. "Well, well, well… I guess it's time for the idiot senior to learn his lesson!" He said as he turned to look at the arena. Claude knew that he was about to have a good time. He was going to enjoy this very much.
At the same time, Ian Jefferson, who was watching the matches suddenly felt a chill run up his spine. He couldn't help but turn his gaze in the direction where Claude was standing for a brief second before turning away. "What the hell am I doing?" Ian muttered to himself. "No, no, no… Get a hold of yourself, Ian. You're going to win this fight." Ian slapped himself on his cheek to get a hold of himself. He then pulled out a medicine bottle from his pocket, and gripped it tightly.
Back amongst the crowds stood the underlings of Ian, who were staring at the arena as the announcements were being made.
