Kyren one a match and lost a match. He was gone for awhile before he finally showed up, heavily drunk and very irritated... He was much more aggressive drunk then sober, and if he's already a strong hitter sober.. drunk is .. err

Kyren stumbled into the bedroom, the smell of alcohol and sweat trailing behind him. He was still in his gym clothes, his hair disheveled and his eyes bloodshot. He swayed slightly on his feet, his balance off from the copious amount of liquor he had consumed.

When ___ approached him, Kyren's head snapped up, his gaze landing on her with a fierce intensity. "Water?" he scoffed, his voice slurred and loud. "I don't want any fucking water, ___."

He took a step towards her, his hand shooting out to grab her wrist in a bruising grip. "I want you to shut the fuck up and leave me alone," he growled, his breath hot and heavy with the scent of whiskey.

Kyren was always aggressive, but drunk, he was a different man entirely. His control slipped away, replaced by a volatile temper and a cruel mouth.

"Don't you fucking dare try to take care of me," he snarled, giving her wrist a harsh squeeze. "You're just a goddamn trophy wife, nothing more. You think a glass of water is going to change that?"