Sound laughter rings from the backstage of the arena. Dismantled after a gallant performance, the young Kazakhstani players begin packing their peripherals listening to it. They did what they could, but the victors earned what they gained.
“Imagine that they fell for it again!” laughs Aleksib. All the doubt and hate made him shake his head in disbelief. He did it once again, making the people believe other things than what he meant all the time – as per his namesake strategy.
“We’ll have to buy a new cranium for you to fit all that intelligence”, notes xseveN. “And don’t you even try!” he adds with a lifting brow and a pointing finger towards Aerial, who was obviously thinking about gym jokes. “Well then,” Aerial starts with a shrug, “what if we just bottle your blood and start selling it as an expensive testosterone serum?” he asks.
“You wouldn’t really make a terrific merchant”, says sergej, cracking his third smile of the tournament. “Besides, we’ve already won enough sticker money for you to buy an entire gym of your own”, he points out. allu comes up with an entertaining idea and a loud chortle. “What if we start making ENCE-branded snus and smokes?”
Twista shakes his head. “Is that what you want Aleksi Junior to remember his father’s accomplishments of?” he asks the veteran. “Does it really matter?” allu asks back. “He’ll still remember his dad as the man who fucking nailed everyone to the wall.”
“But do you know what, guys?” The asking voice breaking the short moment of golden Finnish silence is Aleksib. Everyone points out for him to tell what he is talking about.
“Two glasses of milk and two glasses of sour milk this time?” ponders sergej.
“One of everything from Wolt?” asks xseveN.
“Biceps day!” shouts Aerial.
“I think I know. Tell them”, smirks Allu.
“Let’s go and win that fucking 500 grand”, Aleksib reveals. Everyone throws a hearty fistbump to each other.
As silence falls to the backstage, fear lurks to the hearts of those waiting for the Augurs at the Champions stage. The warning has been given. The sky screams, the ground shakes and the oceans boil. ENCE is no longer coming.
ENCE has come.