Taste of defeat

The match ended, and the result was something that I couldn't accept…

I lost the finale I was dominating and the most disturbing part of it was that I didn't know how I lost.

I was on the ground numb with a shock and a taste of defeat in my mouth when I heard someone approaching me; I turned my head, and it was him who defeated me, Tom; I felt ashamed and awkward because I somehow miserably lost to him despite my big talks.

"Hey, are you alright? Stand up, take my hand!" He smiled pleasantly and gave me a hand. The whole stadium went silent and everyone was staring at us because it was rare when a winner gives a hand to a loser. I didn't understand what was happening. My mind was in complete chaos…

"You are giving me a hand to show me how miserable I am. Well, thank you, but I am not taking your hand. I can stand on my own." I spoke in a bitter tone and the reaction of Beelzebub was like as he knew that I'd say something like this.