John Riggins lumbered into the post game interview room and took a seat, scanning over the array of faces in front of him with hands raised, almost ready to strike. He noticed a new reporter in the front who seemed to much more composed than the other journalists who were jeering and shouting his last name. Riggins pointed at the smug looking journalist, cleared his throat and said “First question”. He felt his body temperature drop as the reporter opened his mouth. “John, I have some information on you. From back in your college days- anything you would like to confess here tonight? I think you know what i'm going to say.” Riggin’s heart raced as he tried to keep his composure, leaning back in his seat in deep thought. Could it have been the PEDS? No, he thought, every single athlete was doing them at college. His strength coach was the one that offered him them. Maybe that one Frat party then, the one that ended up a night in Jail. It seemed unlikely however as it was just a minor drunk and disorderly charge. The reporters eyes flashed as a malicious smile appeared on his face. Weed? Underage drinking my freshman year? Our ex-coach's daughter? Riggins stood up from his seat, towering over the crowd and began to tell the reporter off, but the name the smiling man uttered sat him back down in shock.
“I know what you and Escanor Sama did”
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“I know what you and Escanor Sama did”
WC: 245