A few days had passed since the semifinals wrapped, and the air near the lake carried a different kind of energy.
Fighters from both teams gathered along the grassy bank, some leaning on the wooden fence that ran along the shore, others sitting on rocks or folding chairs set up by the production crew.
Conversations buzzed in low tones until Ronan walked in, clapping his hands loud enough to cut through the noise.
"Alright, everyone, eyes up!" he called, wearing a grin that was already making a few guys suspicious. "We've had our share of wars in there, but today is not about fists, elbows, or chokes. Today… is about pride, bragging rights, and embarrassing the other coach on national television."
That got a laugh from both teams, even Damon and Ivan cracking faint smirks.
