Over Support

For some, the weekend had arrived quicker than anticipated, and it was already upon them. For others, the days dragged as they waited for the event of the century to take place. Regardless, it was finally the big day—the grand event **Clash of the Kings** was to take place.

Gary lifted his head up from his bed and looked at the white ceiling of his room. Turning his head to pick up his phone, he could see it was 7:58; he had woken up just two minutes before his alarm was set to go off.

He hated when this happened, and it always did when he knew he had something he needed to do, an event that he was going to.

"It's time—all the training, all the experience I gained. I'm actually fighting the AFC Champion," Gary thought as he went over to his TV. These few days, not only had he been training but he had also been doing research on Harvor as well.