First match behind

Mr Massivo returns to his locker after the first match. His loss doesn't really seem to have affected his mood. He opens the locker, and takes a strange box from inside. He leans his forehead against the box and starts mumbling.

"...there was blood. My blood." Mr massivo whispers to the old strange box. He seems to be having a conversation with the box. Or maybe an argument?

"...he was strong and lucky." Mr Massivo says, with slight hint of aggrevation.

"But..."
"Only that..."
"There was..." Mr Massivo resigns from arguing, just drops his head, and whispers:

"Yes. More blood... Let there be more blood." Mr Massivo mutters to the box, locks it back to the locker and leaves looking a bit tired.