Humiliated. Stifled. Dim. Curled up. Squirming.
O'Brien's cheeks burned with a sting, an indescribable mix of emotions destroying rationality, a string suddenly snapped without warning, his chest erupted like a constant volcano, and despite all efforts to suppress it, his tense muscles began to slightly tremble.
When the Houston Texans united to throw themselves fully into the game with victory as their ultimate goal, little did they know that their actions, their efforts meant nothing in the eyes of the Kansas City Chiefs, resembling children playing or monkeys performing tricks; their struggle had become a joke.
What's worse is... JJ-Watt.
The Watt before him seemed to have completely transformed into a member of the Kansas City Chiefs, thoroughly abandoning the memories of his days with the Houston Texans, joining the fervent wave at Arrowhead Stadium, dancing ruthlessly on O'Brien's tattered dignity.
A slap, fiercely hitting O'Brien's cheek.
