WOW.
The voice echoed around the arena. The fans looked around, until the figure on the pitcher’s mound became clear. It was still too dark to see, but it stood there, head bowed, unmoving.
JUST, WOW.
Annabella looked up to the box where the other teams had watched from, looking for Oliver and Dash and anyone else she could recognize. The other players stared down, talking among themselves, but watching worriedly. Everything in her bones said to run. She inched towards the tunnel back to the locker room.
WHAT A GAME. WHAT A SERIES.
The figure began to walk forward, plodding, almost like it was making short hops. The players on The Hustle seemed to hide behind Fish Kano.
LET ME BE THE FIRST TO SAY CONGRATULATIONS. YOU DESERVE IT.
It continued forward. Annabella spotted another figure on the field, one behind the first. Two more stood just behind the stage, in the shadows.
YOU HAVE SERVED THE ULTIMATE LEAGUE WELL. AND NOW, LET US WELCOME YOU PROPERLY AS CHAMPIONS.