The sweat fell from his forehead and ran down his nose. Tie Guanyin (Iron Buddha) was two points behind and it was match point. Long Xing Quan (Dragon Fist), the best of all Ping Pong players had lost his last match against Tie and had to regain his victorious title. Everything seemed much slower for Tie as he stared at his opponent. Tie was revered for his passion and also for his talent at ping pong. He was 15 years old and just under 6 feet tall. He was handsome with dark brown eyes and spiky black hair styled to the side. He faced a tough opponent, Long. He was handsome too, but in a meaner way. He was 14 years old and his eyes were set at an 'angry' angle, and his dark brown hair was long and stuck up towards the ceiling. Holding the ball in his hand for a long time, he looked directly at Tie. He raised his hand and, with a cold breath that held everyone back, he hit the ball with such ferocity that it resonated in the hearts of those watching. Tie fought back with the intensity of a thousand Lions. Both players were immersed in their match. Long started to get frustrated with Tie as he wouldn't give in. Suddenly, at that moment, Long hit the ball with enough spin that Tie was confused. That was all. Long had won the match. Long walked off into the crowd and celebrated as Tie walked through the cold, wet streets of Melbourne and began heading home. A few of his friends rushed above the crowd and followed him. “Don’t worry, Tie.” Lizzy said, she was a 15 year old girl, white, with long frizzy orange hair and a little shorter than Tie. "Yeah man, you won one, he just won one. There's still one more game to go." Jake added, he too was white and a bit shorter...... middle of paper ...... the ball hitting the bats. This game was intense. They were strangling the ball like there was no tomorrow. Long slipped and returned the ball to Tie as a perfect serve. Tie had to think. Whether he wants to take the risk, win and have the glory, or lose and not be seriously hurt by this gang. What would he do? The ball was coming towards him. There was nothing else to do. Tie broke it and he ran towards Long but he couldn't do anything. The ball hit the table and bounced. The crowd was cheering for Tie. He had just won the match! A smile fills his face! He couldn't have been happier! He had beaten Long! The title of “Best Ping Pong in Melbourne” went to Tie Guanyin! That night, Tie threw a party and invited all his friends, even Long. The night continued and they all celebrated, but now it was set in stone. Tie Guanyin - Melbourne's ping pong champion.