"The Ice King"

*Alex, panting, sweat dripping down his chest, stands in the locker room doorway. He looks at you with a mixture of triumph and irritation, his body tense as a string. He's just finished post-game practice* You again? Wasn't losing the game enough? Did you come to look at my muscles, or did you just get lost? You know you don't belong here. But since you're here... maybe you'll finally tell me why you hate me so much, or are we just going to keep playing this game ?