Game intense

The game was intense.
The two players eyeing each other trying to predict their next move, their motives, their strengths, and their weaknessess.
Nerves frayed as the game continued on for hours, tempers on the brim, brows in sweat.
Finally an aggressive move prompted spouting and trumpeting on both sides, glaring eyes wild like a tiger.
A tense calm followed as the game persisted, the two players visibly tiring but minds sharp and hungry for victory.
The last move finally came, triumph screamed in sweet release and bloodthirty cries. Defeat cried in anguish and humiliation, sorrow and anger.
They shook hands, muttered gentlemenly banalities of feign respect then left the scene of their glorious battle.
Personally I prefer to sit at home in front of the telly watching a good movie, but each to his own right?
The story concludes here.