30: Viral Meme Fame and Team Rising Prestige
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The moment the final whistle rang out, the stadium’s atmosphere completely flipped. The mocking laughter targeting São Paulo Royal faded into thunderous cheers for Santo Antonio. No one had expected the ragtag public school underdogs to steamroll a top-tier elite team, let alone humiliate their arrogant star so thoroughly that the entire match became a comedy highlight reel.
The live stream view count exploded in real time. Short clips of Ethan’s dramatic preening, his legendary face-plant, and his clueless mid-sprint overrun kept circulating nonstop. In mere minutes, “Voss Peacock Fall” climbed the regional sports trending list, turning the once-glorified prodigy into the tournament’s biggest viral meme. Viewers flooded the comment section with compilations, laughing that Ethan’s greatest tournament contribution was providing free entertainment for every audience watching.
Santo Antonio’s players didn’t care about viral trends or internet fame. They swarmed together on the turf, yelling and highlighting each other like a bunch of kids who’d just won the world championship. For them, this victory was far more than a group-stage win—it was proof that their dirt-field training, their endless extra drills, and their underdog persistence could crush elite talent with money, resources, and overinflated egos.
“We just beat São Paulo Royal!” Tiago yelled breathlessly, grinning so wide his cheeks hurt. “I still feel like I’m dreaming. These guys talked so much trash before the game!”
Carlos slung an arm over Leo’s shoulder, shaking him lightly in excitement. “All thanks to our defensive wall! Dude completely locked down that peacock star. He didn’t get a single decent catch the whole game!”
Leo let out a soft laugh, his mood light and relaxed. He didn’t feel arrogant or overly celebratory—just relieved and satisfied. Every interception, every defensive stop, and every suppressed opponent had turned into tangible strength growth, carving sharper instincts and faster reaction speed into his body.
Coach Ferreira walked over with a rare bright smile, no longer holding his usual stern poker face. He clapped each player on the back, his eyes full of approval and pride.
“Excellent game,” the coach praised simply. “You didn’t just win. You kept your cool, stuck to your tactics, and never let the opponent’s arrogance get into your head. That’s the mark of a strong team, not just a lucky win.”
While Santo Antonio celebrated freely, the São Paulo Royal sideline was a scene of complete despair. The elite players walked off the field with their heads hung low, uniforms messy and spirits broken. No one spoke, no one argued, and no one dared to glance at the cheering underdog team. Their perfect pre-game hype and undefeated bracket aura had been completely shattered.
Ethan Voss was the last player to leave the turf. He dragged his feet slowly, shoulders hunched, headband finally discarded on the grass. He didn’t dare look at the stadium screens constantly replaying his fails, nor did he respond to his coach’s frustrated post-game lecture. All his pre-match vanity, his boasting, and his self-proclaimed superiority had been crushed into dust by Leo’s steady, silent dominance.
The moment the players returned to the locker room, Leo’s system popped up with a new series of updated data and long-term rewards, marking the end of this landmark upset match.
[Post-Game Evaluation Complete]
[Massive Underdog Upset Bonus Activated! All basic attributes increased slightly!]
[Talent: Vanity Shutdown Lv.1 Stable Effect Locked In]
[Hidden Progress: Regional Reputation Rising! Future elite opponents will hold varying degrees of caution towards the host.]
Leo raised an eyebrow at the final prompt. It seemed this match hadn’t just earned them three group points—it had completely changed their reputation in the tournament. From now on, no team would dare write off Santo Antonio as a weak amateur filler team.
Tiago flipped open his phone and whistled loudly, drawing everyone’s attention. “Guys, look! Our team name is trending now! Everyone’s calling us the ‘Elite Terminator Underdogs’!”
The teammates crowded around the phone screen, laughing as they read the endless positive comments. While Ethan’s meme spread across the internet, Santo Antonio was gaining countless new fans, praised for their steady defense, clean teamwork, and flawless suppression of arrogant elites.
Leo smiled quietly to himself. Viral fame was nice, but what mattered more was their standing in the Group of Death. With this dominant victory over São Paulo Royal, their qualifying odds had skyrocketed. Their road to the tournament was getting brighter—but the really strong teams were only just starting to pay attention to them.
The underdog’s upward rise had officially begun.
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