Post by Lynx on Dec 1, 2018 15:37:58 GMT -5
The locker room is dark
Pitch black
He lies there, on the sofa, staring holes at the ceiling.
His head was hurting like hell. He never believed it could happen. He..
..He had underestimated that punk.
“ I can’t goddamn believe it..
..Grrr”
Lynx slams his fist on the sofa and stands up, furiously looking around. He is looking for something to let his anger on. He grabs an empty liquor bottle, looks at it and slams it against the wall. The bottle shatters in thousand pieces.
Lynx takes some deep breaths and looks outside, from the window. A pale light comes in from the feeble starlight.
It is time to get out
Grab a drink in a Bar somewhere
Or go and let his anger out in the usual abandoned Gym he now somehow owns.
He directs himself towards the Exit, Yet..
..Something catches his Eye.
The Championship Belt!
Lynx goes near it, takes it up and polishes it. He lets a sigh out…
“…Sen Oka!
You might have won a Fight, yet the battle is still raging on. You and whomever else might win this Sword Of Lite Grand Prix.
You will Have this Belt…
..Only taking it from my Cold Dead Hands!
Until I can breathe and am able to stand on my two feet.
The Fight…
..Is Still On!"
Pitch black
He lies there, on the sofa, staring holes at the ceiling.
His head was hurting like hell. He never believed it could happen. He..
..He had underestimated that punk.
“ I can’t goddamn believe it..
..Grrr”
Lynx slams his fist on the sofa and stands up, furiously looking around. He is looking for something to let his anger on. He grabs an empty liquor bottle, looks at it and slams it against the wall. The bottle shatters in thousand pieces.
Lynx takes some deep breaths and looks outside, from the window. A pale light comes in from the feeble starlight.
It is time to get out
Grab a drink in a Bar somewhere
Or go and let his anger out in the usual abandoned Gym he now somehow owns.
He directs himself towards the Exit, Yet..
..Something catches his Eye.
The Championship Belt!
Lynx goes near it, takes it up and polishes it. He lets a sigh out…
“…Sen Oka!
You might have won a Fight, yet the battle is still raging on. You and whomever else might win this Sword Of Lite Grand Prix.
You will Have this Belt…
..Only taking it from my Cold Dead Hands!
Until I can breathe and am able to stand on my two feet.
The Fight…
..Is Still On!"
