The crowd was silent. There wasn't any real reaction from the crowd, except from the bystanders. However, the tension created from the silence only made the bystanders more uncomfortable in terms of what they were seeing. Some became scared of continuing to watch and left, while others couldn't believe a match could end in 20 minutes. The opponents were trash talking (as usual... they're doing w/e with their "can't believe we lost" crap) but anyway...

Riki returned to the stands and caught Corian asleep. He nodded to Saito. Saito returned with a gleeful smile and crept up to Corian's ear preparing to give off his signature warcry, but Corian woke up, sat upright, and clasped his hands onto Saito's mouth in a sort of inhumane speed.

"-stifled words-," Saito tried to say.

He smiled, "I know when a match ends."

Zenke got up, "Captainnnnnnnn, I don't wanna play. Can we forfeit?"

Riki smiled lightheartedly, before turning dead serious saying, "Hell no."

"Aww man...," the two said and walked to the court. Unusually enough, as Zenke passed by Riki, the moment their shoulders almost brushed together, Riki, with a serious face, asked, "Did you get everything?"

"Of course, everything," was Zenke's reply, and to a normal person who was watching this for some reason, probably wouldn't notice how serious the two looked the moment their shoulders brushed, and probably just thought they grimaced at the same time, because the moment Zenke's reply ended, they both looked rather lighthearted in their moods. Corian passed by with the same expression and didn't say anything...

The Whim brothers stepped onto the court. However, you could just as easily say that two minds had nothing in mind, except for subtle devastation had stepped onto the court as well. One appearing at a height where most people had to turn their heads up to a bit to look him in the eye and talk to him. The grip on his racket was tremendous, and you could see the veins on his fist. The other looked abnormal in comparison to the brother that stood a head taller than the younger left-hander. He was smiling, and yawned. The opponents were unfazed, probably because of the way Corian looked on the other side of the net. The match was beginning, and Zenke was going to serve. He lifted the racket, and delivered the four service aces that Captain Riki delivered as well against his opponent. The game ended right there.

Nevertheless, the opponents remained a bunch of arrogant bastards. They served a ball with almost as much speed as Riki's initial serve, but Corian walked up to it in ease, smiled pleasantly, and said, "Sorry, these orders came from the captain, and had they not, then I'd be arguing with myself rather or not if I should do this, but I'd rather not make that decision." He smacked the ball to the other side, knocking the racket off of one person's wrist, and Zenke smashed the ball to the other person's head.

"Be awed by our prowess," he said. "It's also unfortunate, that..."

"We have to dye you two red," finished Corian.

"GAME TO WHIM-WHIM PAIR! 3 GAMES TO LOVE!"

The opponents were bleeding badly. Zenke and Corian were using all the techniques Riki had used in the previous match, and they were executing them all towards the head quite easily. Riki had protested that they stop numerous times, so that they wouldn't be disqualified, and so that they wouldn't receive a butt-kicking when the match ends, so instead, the two went up to the net, and this time they said, "We'd be breaking morals if we continue doing this. So, we're going to instead... aim for somewhere else that won't have such a huge after effect in your lives..."

"Does the leg sound good Corian?"

"The leg reminds me of the chicken that just got here."

"You're right. Let's go for the foot."

"GAME TO WHIM-WHIM PAIR! 6 GAMES TO LOVE!"

The moment the brothers had won, the opponents were now starting to get the message sink in. Their opponents were a bunch of beasts. Four other people had to drag the heavily injured doubles team off the court into the stands. Their captain, Krausser (i forgot the actual name... forgive me), seemed unmoved by any of this, and went on the court with a menacing face.

The Whim brothers went into the crowd, and demanded loudly, "Captain! WE WANT OUR CHICKEN!"

"Whatever..." Riki said as he handed them the chicken. "Good job, but don't hurt players like that again." He had a pretty evil expression on, which didn't terrify the brothers, but then again, they weren't normal people. However, it did get the message across to them. "Jeez," he thought to himself, "as talented as they are, I just wish those idiots would act like they're talented. At least, they did the right thing this time, and took to the trouble of copying everything I felt like doing."