The crowd's loud cheers still echoed faintly through the arena, bouncing off the steel beams and open air. The energy, which once had burned out like wildfire, was now slowly fading into the tired hum of the audience's talking, laughing, and stretching after the adrenaline they got from the last match.
Ryan was standing next to the railing as he slowly made his way to the sitting section, took a seat, and sat on it. His heart still racing. That fight, the draw—that was something that he couldn't get off his head that easily.
Aiden and Daniel both stood tall, bruised but still smiling faintly. It wasn't just a fight for them; it was a feeling of respect and rivalry. A promise between two monsters to never stop pushing each other up.
'That was... so fucking epic,' Ryan thought as his mind replayed the whole match once again—the precision of Aiden's strikes and Daniel's effortless footwork; both of them were epic.
