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| Mjölnir | Apr 19 2017, 07:46 PM Post #1 |
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The ticking of a clock greets the audience before the camera fades in to reveal our shot is focused on a silver watch. The seconds arm of the watch ticks by, the only audible noise. Slowly the shot pans out to reveal Joe Stanton sitting down on a bench in some lock room, letting the watch dangle from his index & middle fingers. "They say time has a way of looping. You know, everything comes full circle." His green eyes glance down at the watch. "From somebody's kid to having kids of your own. Dreams of what you'll be to your career. Birth. Death. From the cradle to the grave." Joe grows quiet. "Along the way life has a way of repeating itself. Not always exactly, but similar faces, similar types, similar situations." His eyes wander to the camera and he smiles. "You've seen one asshole, you've seen em all?" He waves his free hand to gesture if the fans get what he's saying. "Always seems like we end up crossing paths again and again, and again, Erik. Never really in a high stakes situation, nor one where I'd say we're really enemies or even heated rivals. Just always when the two of us are in a state of transit from one path in our careers to the next. We fight, we bash each others' brains in, we move on till the next time that our two walks through life happen to have the same intersection." This weird history between the two gives Joe pause, he really sits and thinks on it. "Hell, we've both bought our fair share of rounds for each other after a lot of them too..." Tilting his head, he tries to reflect on that but for some reason it's all a little foggy. "You're as tough as they come, could've made a killing on the circus circuit for the level of abuse you're able to withstand from anybody or anything. Like you were made of stone, or something. Hit about as hard as stone too when you're swinging. Got those hands that feel like they were built for popping eardrums and that body that was born to be weaponized." Scooping up the watch, Joe eyes it momentarily. "That anger you got in you is just the fuel to the fire that powers the entire wrestling machine too. A kind of deep, ugly feeling you get from a lifetime that most folks don't get to know anything about their entire life, if they're lucky. Something about it that just needs to see other people suffering like how you did once." In one fluid motion he puts the watch on his wrist. "In a lot of ways, no matter when we throw down, you always seem the same, Erik. Never changing. A constant." There's a strange admiration Joe has to his tone when he says that, eyeing the watch on his wrist. "Sometimes wish I could say the same." The Scarlet Speedster confesses with a half shrug. "But I've always been a guy that's tried to look forward, tried to evolve, adapt with the times. Always looking for the next mountain to climb, the next fight to relish. And, along the way I've gotten some scars probably for it." Joe rises up to his feet. "Erik, it's going to be just the way you like it, it's going to be nasty, it's going to be ugly, it's going to get in close and personal between the two of us. Nature of these types of matches, it's going to be a bloodbath, and I'm looking forward to just how much better, how much more destructive you've gotten since we last tangled. 'Cause I'm looking for a challenge to let off some steam with, I'm looking for a battle to sink my teeth into nice and deep. I want to give those fans their money's worth of every pound of flesh and pint of blood we can muster." Stanton dips down to grab the strap of his bag. "If I had one word of advice for you though..." His fingers point to his intense green eyes, before pointing at the lens. "No distractions, focus on what's right in front of you." He pauses. "Because he is." Fade. |
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