The Crew

Chapter 39: Smarts vs Chaos

Present Mic: ALRIGHT! WE ARE ALMOST REACHING THE END OF THE INTERMISSION! GET READY FOR THE FINAL FIGHT!

The atmosphere in the arena is electric. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation, and their cheers and excitement fill the air. The next fight is about to begin, and it's clear that everyone in attendance is eager to see the action unfold. As the fighters prepare to enter the ring, a group of students can be seen huddled together, animatedly discussing their predictions. 

They're engaged in friendly betting, placing wagers on which fighter they believe will come out victorious. The students seem to have their favorites, and the stakes are high, both in terms of money and pride.

The energy in the arena is palpable as the fighters make their way into the ring, and the crowd's enthusiasm only grows. The anticipation is building, and all eyes are focused on the upcoming battle, waiting to see who will emerge as the winner in this thrilling fight.

Present Mic: On the right corner! He is chaos, a pig, a man, a maniac, and all the other stuff that you can call this guy! But for whatever reason, he is called by one name! Give it up for WILDCAT!

Wildcat: "Other stuff? What the fuck does that supposed to mean?"

Wildcat, bathed in the spotlight, flashed a confident smile at the enthusiastic audience. The cheers of the crowd echoed through the arena, a symphony of excitement and support. 

The energy was palpable, and Wildcat basked in the moment, appreciating the connection with the fans who had come to witness the spectacle. As he acknowledged their cheers with a wave, a sense of camaraderie filled the air, creating a bond between fighter and audience that transcended the boundaries of the arena.

Present Mic: On the other side of the arena, he is fast, smart, and very quirkless! But don't let that fool you; he will destroy you! Here comes BasicallyIDoWRK!!

Basically: "Fast....?"

In the center of the ring, the two fighters locked eyes, a charged silence enveloping the arena. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as the audience held its collective breath, sensing the impending clash of titans. Both competitors, their muscles taut and expressions focused, exuded an air of confidence and determination.

The tension in the air was almost tangible as Midnight signaled for the bout to begin. The crowd, sensing the promise of a gripping contest, erupted into cheers and applause. The fighters, acutely aware of the challenge before them, circled each other with measured steps, each movement a testament to their skill and readiness.

Basically: Ready to do this, Tyler?

Wildcat: Always.. Good Luck.

Basically: You too.

As the first bell rang, signaling the commencement of the match, the intensity reached its peak. The arena was set for a showdown that promised not only physical prowess but also a display of strategic mastery. The audience settled into their seats, eager to witness the unfolding drama between these two formidable buddies.

In a lightning-fast exchange, Wildcat's fist cut through the air, aimed at Basically. However, with a swift and well-timed sidestep, Basically evaded the attack, showcasing agility that hinted at his combat expertise. The crowd gasped at the near miss, their excitement intensifying.

Seizing the opportunity, Marcel, with remarkable speed and precision, closed the gap between them. In a seamless motion, he grabbed Wildcat's extended arm, using the pig man's momentum against him. With a forceful twist and a well-executed throw, Marcel sent Wildcat sprawling to the ground, the impact resonating through the arena.