
Energy levels soared in the Carling Academy Islington as round after round and battle-by-battle, the flailing and failing crews fell to the wayside. The final was a London derby. La Familia vs Soul Mavericks.
B-boy Spin (La Familia) spun stylishly through his power set. Hyped by his earlier solo success he advanced ever closer to the edge of the stage. Crews, crowd and b-boys alike held their breath. Would Spin spot the danger?
First on his head, and then on his hands gaining momentum with every rotation Spin transitioned into a blow-up too large for the space. Collectively gasping, rivalry forgotten both crews dashed forward. Jacket, trainers, t-shirt, trousers, arms, feet, ankles . . . friendly hands shot out grasping . . . too late to hold him.
Brought to sense by the commotion Spin acted swiftly. Putting his hands down he pushed-off hard propelling himself into the air. He landed with a thud . . . feet-first . . . amongst the audience, Abdul (Soul Mavericks) still clinging to the collar of his jacket.
Sheepishly smiling first at his rivals-come-rescuers and then at the audience Spin leapt back on stage. He finished his set to rapturous applause.