Seth held the ball, facing Nash.
Finally. The two monsters of the night were staring each other down.
It wasn't the first time they'd faced off that night, but for everyone watching, this was the big one. This was the moment that actually mattered.
"Alright," Nash said, a smug little smile on his lips. "Let's do this."
Seth didn't say a word. He just stared back with cold, dead eyes.
The whole arena held its breath. This wasn't just a game anymore; it was the showdown the Underground had been craving since the announcement of the match. It was the kind of legendary face-off people talk about for years, the kind of shit people would pay any amount of money to see live.
The Best versus The Beast. Finally.
Seth bounced the ball once, the arena so silent that the sound echoed perfectly. And then... the festival started.
