Post by Icon Lord Jon Kellar on Jul 27, 2015 6:40:20 GMT -6
Another year, another summer, Heatwave XII had been and gone almost as quickly as it had come. The lights and Zero Tron were being disassembled, and the ring was now gone, leaving an empty space surrounded by half-assembled bleachers. Slowly but surely, life in Kowloon Park was starting to return to normal.
In an unassuming trailer set back from the remodelling, Icon Kellar was enduring one of the toughest struggles of his career and, in a situation he was now becoming quite used to, he wasn’t on the winning side.
Icon Kellar: Stupid… miserable… piece of… sh… rrrrghghhgh!!!
And with that, the zip came off in his hand. He stared at the mangled piece of cheap metal in his hand, and then down at his now permanently unzipped kitbag.
Icon Kellar: Oh you bastard…
There was a bang on the door
Icon Kellar: Come in.
Into the trailer stepped a man in a bright orange jacket and a hard hat.
Man: Mr Kellar…
Icon Kellar: Yes.
Man: Sorry to disturb you again sir it’s just…
Icon Kellar: I know. I know… you need to take the trailer away. You’ve only told me three bloody times. I promise I won’t be long.
Man: Okay… I’ll be back in a bit.
The man left, closing the door behind him.
You make me feel like I can fly… so high… E-LE-VA-TION! WOOOOHOOOO!
Kellar reached into his jacket and pulled out his phone.
Icon Kellar: Hello Sean…
Sean: Hi Jonny boy, caught your match, you looked good.
Icon Kellar: I didn’t win.
Sean: Doesn’t change the fact you looked good. Even the commentators were saying so.
Icon Kellar: Really?
Sean: Well… two of them…
Icon Kellar: Quel surprise… my flight lands early in the morning but I’m going to be jetlagged to hell, so I may need you to babysit a little longer.
Sean: Yeah, about that…
Icon Kellar: Nothing to talk about Sean. This was a one off, I said as much before I came out here, nothing’s changed.
Sean: I know you did Johnny Boy, but don’t rush into anything okay? Take some time to make a decision.
Icon Kellar: Talk to you later Sean.
Sean: I’m serious…
Icon Kellar: Talk to you later Sean…
Kellar hung up. Almost instantly there was a knock at the door.
Icon Kellar: YES I KNOW I’M STILL HERE!
The door opened, but it wasn’t a fluorescent hard headed man this time, it was a smartly dressed man.
SDM: Mr Kellar?
Icon Kellar: Do I know you?
SDM: No sir, but I believe you know the man who sent me.
Icon Kellar: And he is?
SDM: I’d rather not disclose that now sir, for business reasons. However, he wishes to meet with you tonight in the Skylight Business Lounge at Hong Kong International before you return to London.
Kellar laughed
Icon Kellar: I don’t know which rock you’ve been under but I don’t have access to those lounges anymore.
SDM: He said that much sir, and offers you this with his compliments.
He handed Kellar an envelope which the former World Champion quickly opened. Inside was, indeed, a pass for one of the many business lounges at Hong Kong International Airport.
Icon Kellar: Okay… well… thanks… I’ll keep it in mind.
SDM: That’s all he asks Mr Kellar, good day.
The man departed.
