OFF LIMITS: FAKE DATING THE ICE KING
I was already on my feet, screaming so loud my throat burns with a sign in my hands, viberating.
It had the inscription #BLACK ICE BELONGS TO US# in cracked red marker.
Three months of being an intern here, I gave him my plays, my nights. My 3AM film breakdowns, mostly breakdown on captain Rhys defense, his rival team.
“Trust the delay, Captain. Then burn them.” "Hit the delay, Kane. He drops his shoulder. Every time.”
He did and we won.
Jax rose the cup high up, for the cameras and I felt it was to me.