Natalia

The whistle resounded, signalling the third match.

The third match, wasn’t going to be a walk in a park. The opposing line up, had three high-end performers. Kayla, Matthew and Shawn, the Tank.

Tank wasn't a nickname but a title. For the strongest, muscle headed superhuman of each year.

Draven expression turned grim, the crowd in the stands changed their tunes, as their cheers rebervated the air. (loud)

A lanky, nerd led his team to the other side.

The whistle blew again.

At first glance, Shawn may not look much. The lanky teen tossed his thick framed glasses, and his facials muscles contorted as they inflated, double the size. His height shot to ten feet, gigantic muscles sprouted, stretching his flexible clothing. He roared, drumming his rippled chest. The spectators roared along.

He slammed his fists on the ground, the balls rebounded. Grabbing the balls in the air and threw them hard, rocketed through the air.

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