Not even close...

Matt threw his controller down in frustration and he watched it fall to the floor. His chat was exploding in taunts and jeers. Despite his loss however, donations were flowing in. But only so that each person's insults were highlighted and read to chat. Matt had up till tonight made a point to read each donations message, to drive engagement. So he grit his teeth and read through the many calls for him to "get good" and "maybe pick game lobbies for grownups next time so we know how good you are". He also had to read aloud the ideas that his chat were suggesting to BigDogV. A clown outfit, dunce cap, loser written across his chest.

But BigDogV themselves stepped in and made it clear. "I appreciate the suggestions, but I know exactly what Matt needs to wear to be reminded of his real gaming prowess." Matt couldn't help but stutter and gulp as he read that one alloud. Immediately after reading this to his chat, Matt received another direct message on twitter from BigDogV, "You are going to love your outfit, and you better wear it. You wouldn't welch on a bet, right?". It was here that Matt thought to click on his opponent's profile. Had he done this before making the bet he would have seen that was challenged by one of the top ranked accounts on competitive Halo. Whoever BigDogV was didn't play in the league tournaments or in any leagues, which is why Matt hadn't recognized their handle, but they clearly were an elite player. Matt never stood a chance. He quickly responded to BigDogV in message, "I don't back out on bets. I'll wear it."

Matt quickly wrapped up his stream. Despite the embarrassment, he had made a huge chunk of change by taking on that challenger. And with the anticipation of the chat finding out what the outfit will be, Matt thought the following weeks stream could be just as big! Although, he doesn't quite know if that was ultimately a good thing. He quickly pushed the thought aside as big dollar signs filled his eyes. The following week went by quickly for Matt. Before he knew it, it was Friday and he was receiving a knock at the door. He had practically forgotten about the side bet, but the second he saw the package sitting so inconspicuously on his front porch, the memory came rushing back.