Picture | X

The draft board was a mess of neon sticky notes and crossed-out names, a kaleidoscope of "what-ifs" that had kept Elias awake for three days. In the small, windowless office of the Evergreen Grapplers , the air smelled of stale coffee and the frantic energy of a man trying to predict the future. This wasn't just a roster; it was his legacy.

His assistant, Sarah, leaned against the doorframe, holding a fresh tablet. "The scouts just sent over the latest tape on Miller. He’s fast, Elias. But he’s untested." X Picture

Elias didn't look up. He was focused on the "Final X"—the pinnacle of the season where only the best two from each weight class would face off. He needed a draft that didn't just fill slots but created a picture of dominance. Every other position was locked in, but that one vacancy turned the whole board into a blurred image. The draft board was a mess of neon

"We’re missing the X," Elias muttered, staring at the empty slot at 74kg. His assistant, Sarah, leaned against the doorframe, holding

Sarah walked over, looking at the restructured board. The chaos had vanished, replaced by a sharp, intentional design. "The Final X picture," she said, her voice filled with quiet realization. "It’s complete."