A faint smile tugged at the corners of his icy lips. Being away from the tournament for so long had not dampened his fighting skills at all, and he was sure that the crowd that jeered his downed enemy agreed with his unspoken theory.
Ermac lied at his feet, screaming in agony, trying desperately, but to no real avail, to crawl away from his enemy.
Do you find it hard to try to escape with the little bit of your leg that's remaining? He thought callously. He had forgotten the arrogance that tended to worm itself into his mind after such a flawless victory. Nothing had changed.
The familiar voice of the announcer of the tournament reigned his thoughts back to the crippled fighter lying before him.
"Finish him!"
The smile that was threatening to give away his arrogance finally broke through, a malicious and deadly grin spread across his otherwise expressionless face. As his foot rose to meet Ermac's doomed skull, making it about as useful as his shattered leg, only one thought plagued his mind.
No, nothing has changed… For I am Wave, and I am Champion…