"There is a man on the moon looking down on us all… HARTFORD! HARTFORD! We love you. HARTFORD! HARTFORD! Where your dreams come true."
Clortho fans knew they could not compete with the loud chants of the thousand from Hartford, but they still tried to make their voices be heard.
CLORTHO! CLORTHO!
CLORTHO! CLORTHO!
"You go, Shaun!" Screamed Lucy.
There was one person who was genuinely conflicted. It was Gracy; she could neither lift her banner nor chant with vigour for her school. Because in this match there were two people who she wished could win.
"Now, the moment you have all been waiting for, the main event. What a treat we have for you tonight. Two stars of their academy, both young with the fire in their bellies. Some may say it is a finale of its own."
The broadcaster announced with his usual intensity. He was indeed in his element.
