Osborne's Hatred

Thousands clapped, resounded a rhythm across the stadium. A giant boa wrestled with a two headed hellhound in a tough battle, warming up the platform for the finalists while the performers of red and green danced around the mascots, almost cheering them in a way. 

Meanwhile, within the changing room. A back slammed against the locker, shifting the noisy room in silence. They paused movements and turned to the sound in bewilderment. Osborne pinned Draven to the locker with a fierce expression. Draven smiled, not the least bothered.

Few of them rushed to break the fight. "Osborne! What the heck are you doing?"

"Shut up!" Osborne snared, chilling them on the spot. 

Draven said, "Chill, bro!" 

His electric green pupils flared, he growled. "Don't