TK makes his way backstage, wearing the baggiest ghetto jeans, a white do-rag and Tims. His garb's complete with his personalized Pacers throwback with '069' emblazoned on the back. Small cuts and bruises cover his arms, knuckles and more notibly his face; as he sports a gauze pad on his right cheek.
As he walks through the Cheesedome halls, he overtly notices the silence of usually boisterous backstage.
Da fuck...?
