William slowly made his way towards Louise, while narrowing his eyes. He stood in front of Voilet, while wrapping his arms around his chest.
William was 6'1; Louise had to raise his head to meet his eyes.
But he wasn't scared. Rather, he felt his blood rushing down his veins. Despite not being sure who would win, he felt an unimaginable excitement.
It would be his first match in such cirtizums.
Maybe it was his arrogance, or maybe to fight properly against someone possibly stronger. Not like yesterday, when he was in a bad position due to some cheap tricks.
He finally let himself go. He is ready for the outcome.
It doesn't matter what it is. Whether he wins or loses, he promised himself to accept it like a fair player.
And if the other party doesn't agree to this, then he will make them agree.
By force, of course. But that's only, if he could still force the other party.