He sat on a bench, staring at nothing.
It had begun as a quirk of booking, a bit of trivia, until
the storyline possibilities came into play. And then it became more and more of
him, until it was him, his run without a loss was all he had.
And now it was to be over. Sure, his opponent said the right
things, acted humble, but he could tell the kid didn’t mean it.
But that’s the problem with being a locker room leader. You’re
still just locker room.
Still, he went out there and led.
Just from his back.
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