"Ha… serves that kid right!" Jeff said, crossing his arms. Signaling to the ref to end the match Jeff started walking up flexing his arms as if he had won.
"You're…" Vince began. For a second there was a slight twitch in his eye as he looked at something behind Jeff.
"This kid… what is he?" Vincent thought
"Your opponent is still standing." He said, clearing his throat.
"He?" Jeff said spinning around.
As the dust began to settle two giant blue hands appeared in front of 6. They were hovering around him like a pair of folded hands protecting him from the attack.
"Who…. who is that!" Lars yelled from the dugout.
6's eyes were pulsing in a dark blue flash, highlighting the arena with their glow. His veins and muscles were expanded in a fully contracted flex. His jaw was clenched tight in a fixed expression of rage, as he stomped towards Jeff biting down hard into his teeth...
