Most unmerciful Dark Lord, our last battle did not please you.  Though our competitive spirit failed not, we did not bring you the victory you desired.  Help us, oh unyielding destroyer of dreams, to bring death to this last foe that now stands in our path.  Make their own questionable mascot turn its head in shame, and their 17 fans to cry for that mercy which surely shall not come.

May all we do be aight in your sight.