The final whistle blew in the arena, then the scoreboard displayed unforgiving numbers: Blacklist 146 – Baby Boom 104.
For a split second, the arena held its breath. Then, the explosion rumbled.
Blacklist fans lost their minds. Thousands of feet stomped the metal stands in perfect rhythm, the entire building shaking like it might come down.
Grown men screamed until their voices cracked, women jumped so hard their tits bounced free from low-cut tops, phones flashing everywhere like a lightning storm.
"BLACKLIST! BLACKLIST! BLACKLIST!" rolled in one endless wave.
Baby-Boom's side went dead silent.
You could hear some tears hitting the concrete, people staring at the scoreboard like it had personally betrayed them.
A group of hardcore supporters just stood frozen, mouths open, hands still raised from the last chant that never came.
Razz's voice cracked over the speakers, half-laughing.
