The outcry of disappointment was one that would resound the convention halls for a long, long while. Ad verbatim, the news spread fast and furious, like a spark to a long stream-trail of gasoline… and as a result, the ensuing wildfire catching in the stands, the crowds, the vicinity all over, was one not so easily abated.
I, for one, never have heard a more welcoming piece of good news in my life, and it'd only took one quick look around to see that my fellow peers felt much of the same. The sooner this competition was done, the better.
Unfortunately, everyone else thought much otherwise. For the first time, the audience became despondent, boos instead of whoos, jeers replacing cheers, they really wanted more of that adrenaline rush.
If I didn't know any better, I'd say they wanted us to kill each other. Understandable though, they were promised more, so they anticipated for more, then out of nowhere, they were being told that there was no more, except for one more.
