Kilgore: WHERE IS HE?!?!?
In the parking lot outside of the Classic Wrestling studio, “Feral” Freddy Kilgore grabs Billy Fields by the shoulders. There’s no cartoonish charisma here. His face is red, his nostrils flare, and his eyes are the eyes of a mad man.
Kilgore: BRUDER. NOW.
Fields stumbles for a second, trembling as he tries to answer the enraged Apex Predator.
Fields: I saw him go inside, maybe twenty minutes ago.
Forgetting that Fields even exists, Kilgore bursts into a full run towards the loading dock doors. He kicks them open with a primal scream and bounds inside the building.