Razor couldn't take it anymore.
"This is it," he snarled, his face still swollen. "Gray Aster ruined me twice. But third time's the charm. Tonight, I'll crush him in front of everyone."
That evening, the courtyard filled with students. Word spread fast—Gray vs Razor III.
Gray stood there trembling, holding a soda can like a weapon. "Can we talk this out? Please? I bruise like a peach!"
Razor lunged. Gray panicked, tossing the soda can—It burst open mid-air, spraying Razor in the eyes.
"GAH! MY EYES!"
Stumbling blindly, Razor tripped over a bench and slammed his head into a lamppost.
Silence.
The crowd erupted."Boss Gray wins again!""That's three victories! Razor's finished!"
Gray dropped to his knees. "Nooo! I didn't even want to fight!"
But the damage was done. Razor, once feared, was now a schoolwide joke. And Gray? His legend was unstoppable.