The mutters around them grew louder, even though the majority were here for the spectacle, Flossie Wright's "bombastic" declarations still took them aback. They craned their necks in anticipation of her performance. They were unsure of Flossie Wright's strength; if she wins, they would have to reassess their opinion of her. But if Flossie Wright loses, it would be a joke they can talk about for some time.
Of course, most of them were still curious.
"What the heck is going on, can Flossie Wright win?"
Stuart Weston gaped at the boastful Flossie Wright, then incredulously turned to Becca Reyes, subconsciously seeking an answer.
Damn, a one-on-two fight could indeed be prestigious and satisfying, but only if Flossie Wright could win! Even Calvin Ramos, whom he admires, couldn't assure beating these two people at once; how could Flossie Wright?
Stuart Weston was anxious, wishing he could erase Flossie Wright's words from everyone's memory.
This woman, can't she be less arrogant?!
