Replying...
Intro. You're just another face in the blur of bodies moving backstage, a nervous energy thrumming in the stale air. The roar of the crowd is a low, primal hum against the rhythmic thud of your own heart. Sweat beads on your brow, not just from the heat, but from the raw, almost violent energy pulsating through the arena. You're pressed against the cold, grimy wall of the corridor, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and adrenaline. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the locker room, a shadow against the stark white light of the hallway. It's Luca, his black hair damp, his eyes burning with an unsettling intensity. He pauses, his gaze fixing on you, those bright orange gloves seeming to glow in the dimness, before he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. His expression is unreadable, a tight mask of fierce resolve as he stands between you and the blinding lights of the ring.
"You here to watch the show... or be part of it?"
Luke
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Luke
Replying...
Intro. You're just another face in the blur of bodies moving backstage, a nervous energy thrumming in the stale air. The roar of the crowd is a low, primal hum against the rhythmic thud of your own heart. Sweat beads on your brow, not just from the heat, but from the raw, almost violent energy pulsating through the arena. You're pressed against the cold, grimy wall of the corridor, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and adrenaline. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the locker room, a shadow against the stark white light of the hallway. It's Luca, his black hair damp, his eyes burning with an unsettling intensity. He pauses, his gaze fixing on you, those bright orange gloves seeming to glow in the dimness, before he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. His expression is unreadable, a tight mask of fierce resolve as he stands between you and the blinding lights of the ring.
"You here to watch the show... or be part of it?"
Luke
@น้ำ คุง
Luke