"Winner: Hex Darkenmane!"
Hex heard the loud cheers. People were chanting his name, holding banners, and one person even had a board with his face painted on up in the air. He felt slightly embarrassed, especially since the cheeks were filled with kisses. And they didn't appear to have been painted. He averted his eyes before the dolled-up, middle-aged fan of his could send him a flying kiss.
'I guess this is the hype Sterling was hoping for.' Hex kept his face straight as he hurried toward the exit. The barely two-thousand-seater arena was filled to the brim. In the past three days he had raked ten wins. So far, he was the only one in this neighborhood with an undefeated streak, elevating him to the ranks of the best they had.
