Tony Gamble
Sweat dripped from the tips of his hair like a leaky faucet. He couldn’t remember how long he had been seated there on the bench, but a small puddle he could see his reflection in had formed between his feet.
He was wearing the new maize and blue Pandas he bought while in San Antonio, but he really didn’t know why. It was probably because they were the pair closest to the door when he was leaving. They didn’t match the orange and grey Under Armour track suit he was wearing, but at this point it was too late to go back and change them so he just continued to sit there, his hands clasped together as if in prayer.
Tony Gamble: After all these years I finally have another shot to prove myself in the Halo. Along with the Universal title, it was something I had never won. That changes at Culture Shock, because when I step into that structure with 39 other people I will prove once and for all that I am…
He stared at the watch on his wrist for a moment.
Tony Gamble: Wait, it’s way too early to be doing this. I’ll try again closer to midnight.