"They confiscated the jerseys."
Victoria Price slammed a heavy legal binder onto the concrete bench. Her chest heaved with raw frustration.
"The tournament committee intercepted our wardrobe boxes at the security checkpoint," Victoria reported. "They physically cut the Parker Media logos off the fabric with scissors."
Ryan Parker stood in the center of the subterranean locker room. He wore a bespoke midnight blue suit. He did not look surprised.
The Los Angeles mega stadium roared above them. The concrete ceiling vibrated with the heavy footsteps of eighty thousand live fans. Two hundred million viewers watched the global broadcast stream.
The Elysium Summit owned the tournament board. They deployed their massive corporate monopoly to erase Ryan Parker from the visual landscape. The a
