@universalheaux
Adonis had trained for six months for this fight. Six. Months. Just to lose by knockout in the second round. His anger exploded as soon as he got into the locker room where his team was waiting for him. He tore up the entire room, his blood from the fight leaving marks everywhere. Adonis ordered for them to leave the room and advise the press to steer clear from him unless they wanted to 'get a third round' from him. When he was finally alone, he sat on a nearby bench. He took in the silence as he looked down to his bloody hands that were still in wraps. It was strange to be surrounded by thousands one second and then be entirely alone in the next. He knew his girlfriend was going to come at any moment. His team knew to let her in, she was the only person that could reason with him in moments like this.