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The Lions team is already an hour late. Organizers are starting to get slightly worried; they turn to mr Fox referee, perhaps only looking for reassurance, but increasingly nervous himself, the vulpine just shrugs. “Why are you looking at me? I didn't do it.”
The humorous remark brings about some much needed laughs.

Meanwhile in the spectator pens, fans are growing restless and nervous as well – especially Lions' fans for obvious reasons, and the sort of humor cultivated in this context is not about to bring about any sort of relief, or anything meaningful at all. The banter back and forth with groups of Wolves fans escalates quickly, to the point of tensions reaching a boiling point. It is only made worse by some lone Squirrel team's hooligan seemingly here only to troll and insist that his team, which didn't even get to play in the tournament, should immediately replace the Lions', as it's obvious that they pussied out and won't show up. This and the term “pussy” feeds ammo the the Wolves' fans who find themselves increasingly emboldened, further irritating their rivals; they gather on one side realizing how close they are to coming to fists, and start chanting, to the Lions' fans outrage :
“One two three! Lions are tardy!! one two three! Lions be pussy!!!”
Messy attempts to out-shout them manage to organize in a corresponding, yet weaker and off-beat chant :
“Four five six! The wolves stink!”

Past this point, the brawl becomes inevitable. In a cruel but not entirely undeserved turn of event, the squirrel fanboy who's been berating both teams for a while, further having drawn attention to himself due to ending up alone between two solid groups of irate hooligans, is the first victim. In the commotion, with no one in the entire world having his back, most of his clothes are torn up and he's lucky to get away with few bruises... until some wolf players intervene, smelling blood in the water as well as a potential opportunity for some business.

Almost instantly, the riot defuses, both groups freezing in place before sheepishly moving aside from the mess, in the middle of it a tousled, dazzled and mostly naked squirrel. The wolves look down in disapprobation.
“Guys, come on! let's act like gentlemen! The match's not even started yet, keep some of that energy for when we're winning!”
Their own fans are fast to agree, get some high-fives and autographs and depart peacefully; the wolves turn their attention to the Lions' fans.
“You boys look lonely. Wanna support a real team? One that actually showed up, that is,” Jager asks.
“We have some merch to get you started! That's guaranteed to save you from an embarrassing fate,” Brigs adds, pointing his snout at the still dizzy squirrel sitting in the mud in his underwear, causing the other wolves to laugh.
Most of the Lions' fans scatter away from the scene; one sheep guy doesn't move quickly enough and is gently pulled aside and cornered. He shivers and tries to break free.
“Relax my dude”, Brigs laughs maintaining him in place. “We wanna help you and your buddy over there! As you can see our fans can get a bit rawdy, there's no telling how you'll end up if you get caught wearing these, especially after we've won decisively...” he ads tugging on the sheep's shirt, a proud Lions team display of the finest sort. “Thankfully for you, we got ya covered! Look at these, you'll look dashing in em!” he adds, stretching a pair of underpants in front of the sheep, who cringes.
“We got em in every style, by the way!”
“Yeahh... but we gotta make an example out of these two so their buddies think twice before rioting again, so they get em in underoos style, period!”
“Th... thanks, I'm good...”
“You misheard us, my dude! Now strip naked before we make you!”
“For your own good, of course...”
The sheep looks around in disbelief, unsure of whether or not he really has to obey such an unreasonable demand. The squirrel starts squealing in panic, as the wolves proceed to strip him of what little he's still wearing. He doesn't have a choice does he.