As I take my final blow upon my opponent's rugged body, the lump of flesh collapses amongst the many skulls littering the field. As I gasp to catch my breath, I look upon the throne which the finely clothed man is looking down upon the stage. After watching my opponent slowly wheeze as they attempt to get up, I look upon the executioner and ask the daring question...
Is it Thumbs Up or Thumbs Down, my liege?
