Michael, still sitting down, looked on in no short amount of befuddlement. He saw Griffin's hands clenching into fists when the first few voices started to emerge.
The more the cheers grew, both in volume and number, the tighter Griffin forced his fingers against his palm.
Shaking.
The crowd cheered like they had never cheered before, or it sounded as much. Maybe it was from sheer amazement at seeing the Forces of Nature losing something, which had seemed impossible, but it also sounded like everyone was just happy to see Griffin lose.
Griffin glared down at Michael like he wanted to fry him. Yet, the only gravity he sent Michael's way was in his words.
"I'll see you in the singles… Mac."
Michael said nothing in return, still very much shocked at his own victory.
Uh oh, you've done
