his first match, his first loss. ethan replayed the match in his head, dwelling on the fact that he wasn’t the first ever n/x/t north american champion. the sinking feeling in his chest only worsened as he strutted backstage, pain resonating throughout every inch of his being. despite the pain he’d done his best to not show it, “well, well, well,” he paused momentarily, arms resting over his abdominal area, before he took in a deep breath, “i didn’t know i’d be blessed with such a gorgeous view.” his eyes were in the direction of royce, but much to her probable surprise, a mirror was resting just behind her. he took a few steps forward, leaning inward and being completely oblivious to one half of the iconic duo, “hey,” he turned around now, focusing his attention on peyton, “think you’d be a doll and fetch me some ice?”
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