Ice Cold Convo

The Iceman Nate Mac is sitting in his locker room after hours of working out and preparing for Turmoil, even though he’s not booked for a match, there’s a lot he needs to get off his chest. Mac is sitting on a chair his head bowed and by the looks is in a deep meditation, he slowly lifts his head just enough to glimpse his eyes and shadowed face.

Mac peers into the camera for a few moments, silently staring into the camera. A different look is on his face; a look of determination and damnation. He whispers as the camera holds the angle.

Iceman Slowly and quietly speaking No words today, get out, NOW..

Mac knows it’s the boiling point, the calm before the storm has settled in, he has decided he will let his fists do the talking For now on. if he can’t get to Cort or Rust, someone close to them both will pay, because that’s how the Iceman plays. Dig it.