Chapter 10
Team Mystic Flame are breaking through the competition. They switch Rosena to be the second battle instead of Tai. Blair and Rosena were doing so good, that Tai didn't get to fight since the first match. That's a good thing. Team Radiance is doing the same thing. Their leader hasn't even fought at all in this tournament. The announcer came on stage. "The final match for the Singapore Prix has been decided. It is Team Mystic Flame." They came on stage. "Versus Team Radiance!" They also came on stage. "These 2 team has been undefeated throughout this tournament. Now tomorrow, we see which team is the best, but both teams will be going to the Grand Prix. So good luck tomorrow!"
As the teams walked out, Blair had an idea. "Hey guys, how about we go celebrate for us making the finals and going to the Grand Prix?" They thought about it. Then Tai came up with something. "How about if we win the whole thing, then we can just have a day out where we can just do anything?" They looked upon each other. "And I'll pay." "YES", they agreed. "This isn't plan to get us on a date is it?" Stella question him. "No! No! It's not like that! I just think if we celebrate early, we could make a mistake or something happening." "Alright then."
The stadium was full the next day. You could feel the excitement for the final match. Team Mystic Flame was in the rest area. "Do you guys know what to do?" Tai asked. Stella pulled up the order on her tablet. "First is Blair, next is Rosena, and last but certainly not least, Tai. Same order we've been doing." "Okay then, let's do our best!" "I got something!" They turned to Rosena. "You know some teams have a motto or something they before a match." "Yes." "So why do we have our own motto." "That's sound good to me." Tai said. "Do you have an idea?" "Yes, since our team name is Mystic Flame, how about Flame on?" Blair and Stella agreed. Tai nodded. "Catchy." "Great! Let's put our hands in." They did just that. "Now, a pep talk from our leader." "Okay guys, just because we made it in the Grand Prix, doesn't mean we take this likely, agreed?" "Agreed." "On the count of three. 1, 2, 3!" "FLAME ON!"
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