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| Remember; <Joe> | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 26 2017, 02:23 AM (32 Views) | |
| Mjölnir | Apr 26 2017, 02:23 AM Post #1 |
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Joe Stanton is sitting outside a local gym on a bench, having just gotten finished with a work out routine. Judging by his attire of track shorts and a vaguely damp t-shirt. The Scarlet Speedster is admiring the blue skies when a second person plops down onto the bench next to him, Samantha Rosenberg smiling over at him. "Just get done in there?" Sam asks with a nudge of her head towards the gym behind them. Joe squints under the sunlight, though he keeps his eyes locked on the sky and he nods his head. "Yeah, getting ready for the big show." At the mere mention of the show a smile starts creeping up on him, Rosenberg looking like he's offered her the opportunity she wanted. "A big show indeed for you! You were already scheduled for a massive tag team match against Freakshow and the former Blue Label Society, with Johnny Amazing and The Dream as your partners. But you made sure you weren't having an easy night by entering yourself into the main event! An open invitational, hardcore battle royal for the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship!" The excitement overtakes Samantha, with her talking increasingly faster with every word that comes out of her mouth. She's practically spitting out the words a mile a second by the time she gets to him signing himself up for the main event. It's because of this she has to take a breather, sucking in air. And, it's why Joe's smile grows even larger. Clearly amused by the interviewer's enthusiasm. "But why? Why put yourself in that position? Does it have anything to do with your past with Kim?" That gets a genuine laugh out of Joe, and he waves off the notion. "Kim and I is ancient history, as far as most parties are concerned, I think. No, I'm not doing this to woo her or impress her or anything. If I was looking to win back Kim, I'd come out and say it. What's the worst that could happen, Nathaniel tries to beat me up?" Joe in an act of complete maturity wiggles his fingers about in a spooky manner at the prospects of the Diamond Standard coming at him in a jealous rage. He seems quite amused with himself, yet Samantha is just as confused about his entry into the match. "Then...is it to help Stephen? It wouldn't be the first time you've done something to benefit Kim Coulter in your short time here. Are you trying to act as an enforcer for him to protect Kim's investments? Stephen and you don't have bad blood after all, to my knowledge." Stanton cocks an eyebrow at her question, not in ridicule, in fact in a pretty poker faceish kind of way. The veteran doesn't show his hand at all through his features, letting the staff member give her evidence as to why maybe that's his motivation. "No, Steve's a big boy. He should be able to handle his own fights. Besides, even if he can't, Kim's proven to be more than resourceful enough to help tilt the odds more in his favor. Should he need it." Shaking his head, the Speedster flexes his own muscles to illustrate how big of a boy Stephen is. He gives a half hearted shrug when he brings up that even if Stephen's in for some trouble, he shouldn't need his help, much to Samantha's frustration. But before she can voice said frustration, Joe holds up a hand to silence her and let her know he isn't done. "August twelfth, two thousand and fifteen." Pausing, he glances over at Samantha and he can instantly tell that she has no idea the significance of that date. "Before I signed with FIW, that was the last time I, Joe Stanton, stepped into a wrestling ring and competed. In a hardcore match, I fought and I pinned the then NGIW Champion, Erik Holland. Then that company was gone, and so was I." Inhaling deeply through his nostrils, he hangs onto the air for what feels like a life time for him before he let's it all out in a sigh. "I lost almost two years. For almost two years I sat on the sidelines, I sat in every dive bar you could imagine and probably at least two dozen you don't want to. I sat in seclusion, in a tiny place I bought out in the middle of nowhere and I watched. I watched so many familiar faces continue on with their lives, with their careers. I watched their missteps and I watched their good fortune, I watched a lot of them reach the highest point of their careers so far." His throat sounds like it's getting a little dry, like he's struggling a little with it. "And, that's not even mentioning the time I lost before that due to a back injury." Just saying that brings him right back to the incident, it's as clear as day in his eyes, the way they widen slightly and his pupils constrict. "And, the thought I had lost something crept in. Lost that spark. Lost what made me, me. Lost what made me unique." Bringing a hand to his face, he tries to shield his eyes from the sunlight. "Lost it to time." It's only a few seconds long battle, but Joe realizes the futility of his blocking the sun and he let's his hand drop. His green eyes stare up at the sky, looking up at it with an odd sort of resolve. "I got where I was in professional wrestling by taking the opportunities that were not given to me. By punching and slamming, and dropping, and suplexing every single person that was put in front of me to get what was not afforded to me, by abusing those that held it over me what they were granted but I wasn't. By taking what I knew I deserved, that I was good enough for through shared destruction with every opponent I was booked against. Every person that was the so called best in the industry, best in the world." There's a hum of intensity in Joe's voice, a slithering of something blood thirsty. Like he relishes those old memories of broken bones and bloody wrecks. "So when FIW called, I realized a cold, hard truth of our sport." The Scarlet Speedster looks down from the sky and he smiles at Samantha. "I'm going to do it again." Said with a smile, yet there's no mistaking the conviction in his voice, the determination in his green eyes. "I'm going to make everyone care again. Everyone that's overlooked me in the last few months, everyone that's overlooking me this week because of the two matches I'm in, especially those I'm booked against, you're going to regret it. Because you're never going to see what's coming till my knuckles are connecting with your jawlines." The very thought of it has his right hand twitching on the back of the bench, tensing up on him. "Two thousand and sixteen was the year I forgot who I am. Two thousand and seventeen is the year everyone remembers who I am." Joe Stanton pushes off of the bench, snagging his bag on his way up. He reaches into it and he pulls out his signature shades, slipping them on. Nodding his head to Samantha, he heads down the sidewalk whistling a little tune to end the piece. |
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