He clicked it.

The Chamber structure looked monstrous in the grainy feed. The final two were in the ring: the veteran trying to hold onto the spotlight, and the rookie who had captured the crowd's heart. Elias watched the pacing. It was stiff. Brutally stiff.

The veteran landed a forearm, but the rookie didn't sell it. He stood there, glaring. The camera zoomed in—a mistake by the web operator, or perhaps intentional. The rookie whispered something that the microphones barely caught, but the body language was unmistakable: “Keep it tight.”