"Wanna practice badminton? You wrecked us yesterday... And seeing as I'm Navio, I'm just gonna cheer for you guys," says Steph, walking to Sandee with a racquet.

"Sure... Well, you guys will be playing first in the finals, since you lost," replies Sandee. "You serve first."

Stephanie moves a step back, and serves forehand. Sandee smashes  the shuttle back, immediately landing it on Steph's side.

"Hold on, I'll check the schedule," says Steph. "If I don't come back, then I'm already playing in the battle for third."

"Ok," replies Sandee. Steph leaves, picking up her shuttlecock.

What to do...

I could watch Campana beat Navio in basketball...

Wait, it's Crucifijo versus Cangrejo since their battle for third happened yesterday...

But Steph could come back at some point...

Sandee walks over to the schedule. Midway, looking to her right, she notices a Stephanie rushing to the badminton courts.

Guess I'll watch basketball.

Sandee steps through the dominantly Cangrejo audience.

Finally, Sandee sits down beside Vick and her crew.

"Cangrejo destruiros a todos!" shouts the people wearing red.

"Dude, why don't you cheer?" Vick asks.

"I only cheer for Campana. Sorry," Sandee replies.

"Go watch football if you wanna cheer for Campana."

"Well, it sucks when your team's in a battle for third against Navio because you already know the outcome. So, yeah!"

"The only reason why you won in your badminton singles is because you were against a Navio."

"She was a bit on my level though. That's what makes it fun. I'd say she was pretty good."

"She wasn't good, you were bad."

"You're lucky my name isn't Chuck Norris."

"There can only be one Chuck Norris," Vick points out.

"And it shall be me!" Sandee laughs.

"Yet your name is still clearly Sandee, so where did all the Chuck Norris jokes come from?"

"They came... From me!"

"So you're publicly announcing that you're a joke," snaps Vick. "The real Chuck Norris is coming for you, so better run — actually, no, you can't outrun him."

"Dude, let's watch."

Vick looks at the scoreboard.

Cangrejo - 14
Crucifijo - 11

"They always have a large gap between scores, and somehow they always overtake each other."

"I'm gonna say Crucifijo's gonna wi—"

"C! R-U-C! I-F-I! J-O! CRU-CI-FI-JO!" shouts the people with crosses on their shirts.

"Told you. They're even now."

"Yeah, I see that."

All of a sudden, Ann shows up beside Sandee.

"Dude, I thought you had football."

"So did I! Thing is, it's the losing team versus the losing team," says Ann. "So who gives a damn fuck?"

Is it just me, or is Ann swearing a lot more now that she has an eyepatch on?

"I guess that means Crucifijo versus Navio, hence why you should be playing right now."

"Bitch, please, it's Campana and Navio."

"Can you just shut up?" scolds Vick.

"Well, now that I think about it, I kinda want April here," mumbles Ann. "If ya want me to shut up, I'll just go watch her lose to Cangrejo."

Ann looks back. "Yeah, see you guys," she says, then leaves.

Somos Luchadores, Campana!