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| Carry That Weight; <Joe> | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 10 2017, 04:00 PM (32 Views) | |
| Mjölnir | May 10 2017, 04:00 PM Post #1 |
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The cameras are rolling, the lights are on and set, the FIW banner is hanging and covering up the wall that's been recording. The Fighting Spirit Champion is center stage, dressed in his ring gear and looking like he's ready to go right here and right now. The aforementioned championship is sitting around his waist, strapped in and glimmering under the lights. The very lights that his sunglasses are reflecting at the lens. "It's been a long time, a long time since Joe Stanton had a championship around his waist." Taking a deep inhale in, already Joe's slipping back to that night. The last night he had with the championship previous to this one he held. "Few months shy of four years later, I've done it again." His right hand swings out and it slaps the main golden plate of the championship proudly. "I can call myself the Full Intensity Wrestling Fighting Spirit Champion, I can call myself a champion. I represent this fine company and I represent the boys in the back, I represent the meaning behind this title belt. Fighting Spirit, the drive for competition and the thirst for that legendary, mythical greatest fight ever. The desire that every night I step out from behind that curtain to entertain and to steal the show, whether I'm in the opening bout or the main event." Bringing his left hand up, he waggles a finger at the audience and Joe smiles. That waggling finger is soon pointing directly at us. "But most of all, I represent you. The fans." Firing off his imaginary finger gun, Joe's hand finds a resting place on the championship he's wearing. "It's a duty, a responsibility every competitor has that wears a championship around their waist and calls themselves the champion. Even if they're the Kiddy Poolside Bingo Champion. It means something." The passion breathes out of the Scarlet Speedster with every word that pours out of his mouth. Despite cracking a joke, the sincerity never leaves his voice. His mitts grab hold of the FSC on either side of the main plate, lifting it up and emphasizing the title belt to the audience. "This means something." Stressing the words, they seep out from behind clenched teeth. "It means something because of the sacrifices of the Jim O'Brien's, of the Silent Rage's, of the Kiyoshi Nakahata's, of the Ethan Adams', of the Max Rowley's, of El Valiente's, of the Zombie Black's, of the Gus Richlen's, and, of course, because of the Johnny Amazing's." Pausing, his smile momentarily goes lopsided into a smirk at the name dropping of the FIW Champion. "Because those men laid it all on the line! Gave everything they had to this championship, to you, the fans! They gave everything! Blood! Bone! Muscle! They fought till they had nothing left and they were spent! Till... [size0]their spirit was spent..." His fingers tighten their grasp on the championship, clutching the belt. His arms' muscles tensing and flexing with every word he spews out, his voice rising with intensity. Joe tries to keep his cool, attempting to settle down near the end. "It's why they're remembered, by this company, by our fans, by the boys in the back. It's why they're respected, and in some cases they're feared. Because everyone knows what they did for this company, for this championship, for our fans, and we show our appreciation and gratitude to them for that by remembering them, by honoring them." His left hand points at the audience. "That's what it means to be a champion." The Guy in Shades practically hisses out the words, adjusting his sunglasses and looking over the camera that's filming him. "You prance around, a pretender, enjoying all of the rewards of a champion reaps without understanding the first thing about the cost of being one. The sacrifice of one. You spout your venom and lies, you disrespect the title you hold and the company you represent, you mock the very people that ensure you have a pay check! You whine and cry like a spoiled brat, and you try to bully those you think you can get away with picking on! You spit on the hard work of the men that held your championship before you!" Getting a little hot, getting a little heated, Stanton's nostrils flare and he points an accusing finger. As if to illustrate his point, he spits to the side of him to emphasize his point. "And, you want me to roll over and die so you can add this championship to your collection?! After it just was removed from a man's grasp that tried his hardest to soil it too?!" Scarlet isn't just apart of one of Joe's nicknames at this point, he's getting red in the face with anger. He's likely seeing red too under those sunglasses. "You got talent, you might be crafty, and you got the Crew in your back pocket, but you're delusional if you think that's happening! You're more of an idiot than I thought you were if you think this Friday you're getting the better of me! That you're walking out of ReVolt with the Fighting Spirit Championship! That you have the gumption!" Joe's on the verge of yelling now, veins bulging out of his neck and his entire body tensing when he declares the outcome of Rob Garcia's intentions. Waving his hand, he speaks in a half snarl. "May twelfth, I'm going to show you what a real champion looks like! I'm going to remind you what it feels like to fight a real champion! And, whatever god you pray to may they have mercy on you, because I sure as hell ain't! Because you will experience the legacy this championship carries and the legacy I carry in my hands! The legacy in my right hand!" Erupting, Joe's anger is showing on full display when he lays down what's going down on ReVolt! Unhooking the championship from his waist, he holds up the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship to the camera and he passionately points at it when he declares his intent. Slowly, very slowly he lifts up his hand and he rips his sunglasses off of his face to show his green eyes burning with laser sharp focus. " [size0]Try and carry that weight." Said like a threat, Joe stares down the lens and it's on a shot of his eerily calm eyes that the camera fades to black. |
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