Their voices reverberated through the colosseum as everyone saw the writing on the wall. In the clash of the youngest talents, there would be only one victor, Angela.
"Poor, Shaun..." Lucy said in a dejected manner as all the Clortho supporters sat down. Their over-exuberance from before was now severely crushed. For the first time, she could only sit. They all knew what the result would be except for one.
Jamie had a look of intrigue when staring down on the battlefield. He looked at his brother's face and wondered. Would he crumble under the prospect of an overwhelming defeat, or would this be the moment he rises to the occasion?
'Let's see what you are made of, little bro...'
Enjoying every glorious minute of Shaun's pain was the Uprising fanbase. It might not have been one of their competitors doing the beating, but they did not care one bit. It was the perfect time to start back their last chant.
FRAUD! FRAUD! FRAUD!
