Frank stared at the television in front of him. His leg nervously bounced up and down off the floor. Next to him, Annabeth was watching the television as well. The far end of the room had Reyna helping Hazel with her makeup. Somehow, she was better with one hand than Frank was with two.

Reyna also looked like she was giving Hazel a pep talk about her faceoff. Frank turned up the television slightly to try and calm his nerves. Hazel spoke, "Is Lupa on?"

"She's about to be," Frank answered.

"Are you almost done?" Hazel asked Reyna.

"No. Just sit there and listen to it."

Hazel sighed dramatically. Reyna rolled her eyes and focused on the makeup. Frank turned up the television again, and Hazel gave him a thumbs up. Frank focused on the television as Lupa appeared on the screen. She was wearing her Wolves jacket and had a small smile on her face.

"And before we get to the face off, we are going to interview the woman training two of the fighters that are going to appear tonight," the interviewer started off as she turned towards Lupa. "How are you doing today, Lupa?"

"I'm good, Joyce. How are you doing today?" Lupa questioned.

"Wonderful as always," Joyce replied with that trademark smile, never breaking character. "Now, I know you want to focus on tonight, but there has been much speculation about one of your trainees and how she was arrested. Do you have a comment on that?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Reyna tense. She set her jaw and then went back to doing Hazel's makeup.

"Reyna and I have already discussed her actions greatly, and she has been punished as a member of my gym. I have spoken to the league and advised that she should be suspended and fined for her unbecoming conduct," Lupa began. Frank couldn't help but look at the woman in question, but Reyna was just focused on Hazel.

"What the league decides to do is out of my hands," Lupa continued her statement. She smiled slightly. "But, Reyna has had a rough few months between her car wreck and recent events. Clarisse La Rue thinks that these events have weakened Reyna and left her vulnerable for her next fight. Clarisse La Rue is going to learn very quickly that my fighters take any adversity and use it to strengthen them. At the anniversary of the Olympic League, the Wolf will be on the hunt."

Frank frowned as he heard the words. That didn't make sense: that was Lupa's nickname. Lupa wasn't going to fight at the event, was she? Then, Frank noticed the reactions of his friends. Annabeth was staring at Reyna in shock, and Hazel's eyes were wide. Reyna had her hand halfway to Hazel's face.

Reyna went through a wide range of emotions: confusion, shock, something like anger, and then a conflicted look. Her hand moved to Hazels' face as she finished her makeup.

"She gave you her nickname," Annabeth broke the ice.

"Yeah," Reyna muttered as she put the makeup away and looked at Hazel. "How do you want your hair? Want to keep it like this?"

"Sure," Hazel decided. She smiled at Reyna. "And congratulations."

"Thanks," Reyna said, but a frown settled on her face. "You look good, Hazel. Are you ready?"

"I am," Hazel confirmed. "Thank you."

Reyna nodded as her eyes moved back toward the television. Frank looked back as well and saw that Lupa was still in the middle of talking, but he had totally missed the question.

"-two will do great," Lupa finished as she allowed a small smile to grace her lips. Her eyes moved to the side as another man stepped into the view of the camera. Frank tilted his head to the side as he studied the man, who wore a suit and had a large smile on his face.

"Who is that?" Hazel questioned.

"The CEO of the Olympic League," Annabeth answered. "He was an amazing fighter back in the day and used most of his earnings to buy the league from the old owners. He put in a lot of the safety regulations and even helped give women a chance at the spotlight."

"His fighting name was Jupiter Maximus. I think he legally changed his name to that as well," Reyna muttered as she sat next to them. Her hand rubbed against her forearm, right above her injured wrist.

"Lupa," Jupiter greeted.

"Jupiter," Lupa returned the greeting. "What do I owe the honor?"

"I have to apologize for crashing your interview, but you are a hard woman to pin down," Jupiter began. "The league has an announcement to make, but we wanted to do it in front of cameras to capture your reaction."

"Capture my reaction?" Lupa questioned as a guarded look morphed her face. "I hope it's something good."

"It is," Jupiter promised. His gaze flickered back to the camera before looking at Lupa. "As you know, our anniversary event is fast approaching. Two of your fighters will be participating in the most important fights of their career, but they would not be here without your guidance. Nor would many of the women and even men who fight today. Your influence has spread far and wide, and your gym is a prominent staple of not this league, but the city itself."

"That is why I am announcing that you are being inducted into the Olympic League hall of fame," Jupiter stated. Lupa's face had gone into shock, but she soon replaced it with a big, proud smile. "It will be two weeks after our anniversary event in your hometown of Rome. And, we want you to be our headliner."

Frank stared at the television. He saw the pride that swelled in Lupa's eyes, almost followed by tears. She bowed her head and spoke, "Thank you."

"You deserve it," Jupiter said. He led Lupa away, effectively ending the interview. Frank stared at the screen for a few moments before looking at the others. They all seemed to be taking in the news.

"I'm so happy for Lupa," Hazel breathed with a huge smile.

"She does deserve it," Reyna agreed before she stood and walked out of the room. She still looked torn, and Frank wasn't sure why a nickname had thrown Reyna off so much.

"Are you two ready for the faceoff?" Annabeth asked as she stood. "Anyone need final preparations?"

"I think I'm good," Hazel replied.

"I'm not sure what I should say," Frank began. "I know you said that being quiet is better if I don't know what to say, but what do I do? Look him in the eyes? Focus on the crowd."

"You start playing mind games," Annabeth answered. Frank frowned and tilted his head. "Keep your full attention on Ethan's good eye. Don't even acknowledge his eyepatch."

"It's that a little disrespectful?" Frank began. He wasn't sure how he felt about just staring at Ethan's one eye. It didn't sit right with him.

"It is," Annabeth confirmed. "But it's a mind game. If you do that, Ethan will think that you are only going to focus on his good eye; therefore, you will only focus on his good side."

"I would feel bad," Frank began.

"You can apologize to Ethan about doing that, after you win," Annabeth suggested. She had a stern look on her face, but it wasn't in a mean way. Her hand grabbed Frank's arm. "Brain can win just as many fights as brawn. This is all about strategy. If Ethan gets into his own head and falls for it, that's good."

"You should listen to Annabeth. She knows what she's talking about," Hazel chimed in.

"If it makes you that uncomfortable, you don't have to do it," Annabeth added.

"No. You're right," Frank relented. He took a deep breath. "Stare at his good eye and make him think that I am only going to focus on that. Keep that up before the fight. During the fight, treat him like I would any other fighter."

"Exactly. You can't let up on that either," Annabeth advised. "Even if you get frustrated, keep going after both of his sides equally. What you think is a disability is his advantage."

Frank nodded and took a deep breath as he stood up, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Annabeth returned as she stood with him. "And zip up your jacket. It looks better on you that way."

Frank blushed slightly as he did. Hazel voiced her agreement, "You do look better with it zipped up. It helps define your muscles."

That really set off Frank's blush. He moved his gaze to the side, "You don't really think I have muscles, do you?"

"You lost all that baby fat," Octavian stated as he walked into the room with Reyna following behind him. "Sorry I'm late. Family issues again."

"Everything okay?" Frank asked, but he could see the answer on Octavian's face. The man had an untreated stubble. Frank didn't know that Octavian could even grow a beard.

"We're here for you if you need it," Hazel offered, standing up as well. Frank glanced at the time; they needed to get ready.

"I appreciate it," Octavian replied. He rubbed his chin and frowned. "If you don't need anything, I need to talk to Reyna alone for a little bit. I'll be out there to support you two during the face off and to answer any questions that a reporter might ask."

"And, tell Piper she owes me some pens," Octavian stated as he turned towards Annabeth, a scowl twisting his face. "She chewed on every single one."

"I think she taught Romy her bad habit," Annabeth stated. Octavian glared at the remark, and Annabeth held up her hands. "It wasn't me. Blame Piper."

"I will," Octavian promised. He turned towards Reyna, and she nodded to him. As the two left the room, Frank heard Octavian's parting words. "I heard about what happened."

Annabeth walked towards the two of them, "I'll escort you two to the faceoff. If you want. Reyna and I will be watching from the stage. Remember to stare at his one eye, Frank. And Hazel, make sure that you play up any questions about your speed. Don't let Miranda know you're focusing a lot more on technique."

Frank nodded as he listened. He was grateful to have someone who thought like Annabeth did. They would just have to take her knowledge and advice and use it for their fights. First, they would get through the faceoff. Then, they would put full focus on their fight, and Frank would avenge his last loss.