Post by myth on Jun 16, 2008 4:27:09 GMT -5
The match was over. No blood had been spilt but something was definitely out of place. The Anthony that the crowd came to know had a few...odd moments during the match. Could it had been doubt? Hesitation? Maybe not wanting to go back down the road that had turned him evil once before? The crowd was not used to seeing Anthony be so tame. And it played right into Nigel and Krayven's hands. Perhaps the Dragon had finally been tamed. Or perhaps it was merely ring rust and Anthony just needed some time to readjust into the hardcore element again. Whatever it was, Anthony was hoping that it would not happen again...
Sitting in his locker room with the locker room door open, he sat on the bench. A wet towel over his head. His arms resting against his thighs as he was hunched over. It would appear that he was doing some thinking, or some replaying....
Sitting in his locker room with the locker room door open, he sat on the bench. A wet towel over his head. His arms resting against his thighs as he was hunched over. It would appear that he was doing some thinking, or some replaying....