The next day, all the fighters entered a small, luxurious stadium, marching in neatly like a football team walking onto the field.
The spectators had already filled the stands, cheering and shouting the names of their favorite fighters.
"Finally, we will watching the intense battle between Vagon's fighters to claim the Annihilator position!" the ring announcer shouted enthusiastically, met with hysterical cheers from the crowd.
Amos, the Annihilator, sat with authority and the aura of a winner in the chair prepared especially for him, facing the ring.
Tony and Antonio looked around but they couldn't find Vernon in Group B.
"Where's Vernon? Why hasn't he shown up yet? The match is about to start."
"Maybe he's getting ready?" Antonio tried to think positively, even though anxiety filled his heart.
"Were four hours not enough to get ready?" Tony scoffed, annoyed and worried.
