Post by KEG on Jul 21, 2018 9:52:24 GMT -5
The small air conditioned window unit rattles as KEG is seen sitting at a small inset table inside what is obviously his RV. The makeshift home and motor vehicle has been the only true constant in a life full of mistakes and terrible choices. He sighs as he drops a piece of paper that is clearly a promotional flyer for the next NGW Dissension. Even from this angle, his name can be clearly seen with a "vs" logo next to the name of Betsy Granger.
He stands up and walks over to the small fridge where he opens it up and stares inside. It is filled with various branded bottles of water and next to those, a single bottle of vermouth that was given to him by Brandy several months back. He grabs the bottle of vermouth, his hand shaking and trembling, but he places it back and grabs a bottle of water instead with another sigh.
KEG walks back over to the table and sits down. He knows he has a very important match coming up here in just about an hour, but the urge to calm his nerves with a drink is overwhelming. He shakes his head and washes it away with a drink of water. He hypes himself up by listening to the audible fans inside the arena. The sound is almost deafening from the parking lot, which should say a lot about how far NGW has come from a small independent federation to one of the biggest in the world.
His opponent is Betsy Granger, his first opponent and match in a very long time. This is KEG’s last chance. There will be no more opportunities or chances to become the man he used to be. His career is already dwindling down, after years of hardcore and death matches, his body is worn out. He feels every ache and pain in his joints, neck, and back. He likely only has two to three years left and he has to make this work. This time he must accomplish everything he wants, or he’ll spend his years working at a Home Depot and wondering “what if”.
His eyes glance over towards the fridge once more. The rattling of the coils underneath only draws his attention even closer. He walks over to the fridge and scoots out the mini fridge. He bangs on the side and as he pulls the fridge out a little further, a small fifth of Jack is seen lying behind it.
KEG picks it up and blows the dust off. There’s just a tiny amount of the golden brown liquid inside and he shakes the bottle just to hear it. He chuckles as he sets the bottle down in front of himself on the floor. He stares at it once more.
Well, surely one drink won’t hurt. Just one drink and then it’s time to focus on the upcoming match.
KEG grabs the bottle, unscrews the lid and raises it to his lips as the scene fades out to black.
He stands up and walks over to the small fridge where he opens it up and stares inside. It is filled with various branded bottles of water and next to those, a single bottle of vermouth that was given to him by Brandy several months back. He grabs the bottle of vermouth, his hand shaking and trembling, but he places it back and grabs a bottle of water instead with another sigh.
KEG walks back over to the table and sits down. He knows he has a very important match coming up here in just about an hour, but the urge to calm his nerves with a drink is overwhelming. He shakes his head and washes it away with a drink of water. He hypes himself up by listening to the audible fans inside the arena. The sound is almost deafening from the parking lot, which should say a lot about how far NGW has come from a small independent federation to one of the biggest in the world.
His opponent is Betsy Granger, his first opponent and match in a very long time. This is KEG’s last chance. There will be no more opportunities or chances to become the man he used to be. His career is already dwindling down, after years of hardcore and death matches, his body is worn out. He feels every ache and pain in his joints, neck, and back. He likely only has two to three years left and he has to make this work. This time he must accomplish everything he wants, or he’ll spend his years working at a Home Depot and wondering “what if”.
His eyes glance over towards the fridge once more. The rattling of the coils underneath only draws his attention even closer. He walks over to the fridge and scoots out the mini fridge. He bangs on the side and as he pulls the fridge out a little further, a small fifth of Jack is seen lying behind it.
KEG picks it up and blows the dust off. There’s just a tiny amount of the golden brown liquid inside and he shakes the bottle just to hear it. He chuckles as he sets the bottle down in front of himself on the floor. He stares at it once more.
Well, surely one drink won’t hurt. Just one drink and then it’s time to focus on the upcoming match.
KEG grabs the bottle, unscrews the lid and raises it to his lips as the scene fades out to black.
