On the other side of the arena, inside the Colossus locker room, the vibe was just as crazy, but way less friendly. It felt like a bomb was about to go off.
"What kind of shitty game was that?" one of the subs snapped, throwing his towel on the floor. "We're the fucking champions! How the hell is a bunch of girls kicking our asses?"
"We're losing to a bunch of pussies, dammit! Does that not bother you guys?" another one chimed in, pacing back and forth. "You want us to look like total clowns tomorrow?"
You could tell the frustration was building up in waves. They didn't really know who to blame at first, but eventually, they found a sacrificial lamb.
"It's your fault, man," Hall spat, pointing a finger straight at Cross's face. "You spent the whole fucking game trying to get with that girl instead of playing the goddamn game."
Cross crossed his arms and looked away, grumbling.
"Yo, just leave me alone."
