He’s spent his whole life fighting. First against his pop, then against the promoters who wanted him to take dives. And now, against the hunger twisting and gnawing at his belly.
Planning on taking up work in a trade – any trade that’ll have him at this point. He’s going to get on that big grey bus and go to a new town, find a new place where no one knows who he is and what he did for fame.
But in the morning he’ll be there. They need him, scratching and screaming at the gates, their guardian devil and protector.