@executiveariana
Before the fame and glory, of being Team Rocket’s main line of defense, there was a simple punk, that soon could be a man, just with the right amount of guidance and discipline.
But right now, in this timeline, he was truly unruly. And he was beyond playing nice with others.
At the moment, his arms were being bound behind his back by two Machamp. Seeming to sweat because of the man thrashing in their arms.
“Let me go! I’m not done yet! I’ll rip that little punk apart for stepping into the ring with me!” He snarled.
Balor at this time was in his mid twenties, and full of rage and still rebelious, even for Rocket’s standards. His hair was short, still just a fauxhawk But the man was still a powerhouse of muscle. But just a bit reckless compared to the man he is in the present.
The young man was thrown into an office, the doors slamming. He hit the ground with a thud, and went to attack the door, slamming his fist against it. “HEY! Were not done yet!” he barked.