(The following links back to this playable. Fist Fight under Black Light)
There was a small crowd gathering around Kruger's dressing room door. Mostly set guys who wanted to watch as John Parsons worked that special paint onto Kruger's exposed torso. His hand was steady as he applied the almost invisible streaks of lightning along Kruger's already blue arms. "You nervous about the fight' It's your debut at the new rank, right?"
Kruger started to turn his head so he could talk to John, but the man used his free hand to keep Kruger's head looking forward. "Truth' I'm terrified." It wasn't an easy thing to admit, he was after all best known around the fight scene as The Anvil. It was also known that he was willing to fight anyone, no matter how big" or small they may be.
"Afraid of Hope?" John sounded surprised, though he shouldn't be. Hope had achieved several titles in the Fists venue.
"Hope" No, no not her, hell I love her. I'm afraid this will be all for nothing. That I'll choke again and go down early. I don't mind the losses. I never have, but I want to put on a good show. Last week I feel like I failed miserably at that." Kruger's eyes moved to Annabeth who had taken a position in front of him leaning on the table part of his make-up mirror.
"I was at that fight, I had a great time. The things you did were" is it okay if I say they were nuts?" John laughed when he heard Kruger start to. "The active ingredient in this is pixie dust." He had stepped back and nodded to one of the guys in the door. The lights were turned off. "Light 'im up boys."
A new aura took over the dressing room, and the artwork that John had tediously painted glowed like it was internally lit. Kruger looked in the mirror, he nodded once, and then again a huge grin hitting his face. "I think" that's just about perfect!? He stood and gave a very Fight Night Anvil pose.
http://cdn.images.express.co.uk/img/dynamic/galleries/x701/65322.jpg
(Image Credit to artist John Poppleton)
There was a small crowd gathering around Kruger's dressing room door. Mostly set guys who wanted to watch as John Parsons worked that special paint onto Kruger's exposed torso. His hand was steady as he applied the almost invisible streaks of lightning along Kruger's already blue arms. "You nervous about the fight' It's your debut at the new rank, right?"
Kruger started to turn his head so he could talk to John, but the man used his free hand to keep Kruger's head looking forward. "Truth' I'm terrified." It wasn't an easy thing to admit, he was after all best known around the fight scene as The Anvil. It was also known that he was willing to fight anyone, no matter how big" or small they may be.
"Afraid of Hope?" John sounded surprised, though he shouldn't be. Hope had achieved several titles in the Fists venue.
"Hope" No, no not her, hell I love her. I'm afraid this will be all for nothing. That I'll choke again and go down early. I don't mind the losses. I never have, but I want to put on a good show. Last week I feel like I failed miserably at that." Kruger's eyes moved to Annabeth who had taken a position in front of him leaning on the table part of his make-up mirror.
"I was at that fight, I had a great time. The things you did were" is it okay if I say they were nuts?" John laughed when he heard Kruger start to. "The active ingredient in this is pixie dust." He had stepped back and nodded to one of the guys in the door. The lights were turned off. "Light 'im up boys."
A new aura took over the dressing room, and the artwork that John had tediously painted glowed like it was internally lit. Kruger looked in the mirror, he nodded once, and then again a huge grin hitting his face. "I think" that's just about perfect!? He stood and gave a very Fight Night Anvil pose.
http://cdn.images.express.co.uk/img/dynamic/galleries/x701/65322.jpg
(Image Credit to artist John Poppleton)