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| Tweet Topic Started: May 11 2017, 12:58 AM (47 Views) | |
| Mjölnir | May 11 2017, 12:58 AM Post #1 |
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The camera opens up on grains of sand, one by one trickling down and joining their brethren in a heap that's slowly but surely growing. It's a gradual transition to panning out and revealing that the camera is fixed on an hourglass. The grains of sand remaining on the top half of the device being few and far between. "Count them." Joe Stanton's voice is heard, but he's nowhere to be seen. "Count them, Rob." Again he's heard, but not seen. "Count them and cherish every last one of them." It's now that Joe Stanton walks into the shot, it pans out to further accommodate showing the hourglass on the locker room bench and him. He's all geared up for battle, his championship belt securely fastened onto his waist. "Because these grains of sands are the few moments you have left before you and I step into the ring. Before it's champion versus champion, with the Fighting Spirit Championship on the line. Before you and I come face to face with each other in our first ever proper singles match up." His green eyes stare intently at the hourglass, watching it do what all hourglasses do. "Think about your life till now, your career till now. Think about everything you've done in FIW, everything you've said. Think about every time you've tried to get under the skin of somebody, under the skin of the boys, under the skin of the fans. Think about every time you've boasted about how allegedly great you are. About how you're going to take my championship and best me." The Scarlet Speedster's hand rests on top of the hourglass. "Think about it. Reflect, if you even know how to." Frowning, he shakes his head and there's that look on his face again. That razor sharp focus. "When that bell rings, you've got a mighty big check your mouth's written that I don't think your ass can cash. You've got a lot to answer for. And, you will. Oh, believe me, you will. I will make you answer for everything you've done up until now in FIW." Slowly his hand lifts off of the hourglass and it balls into a fist, looking like he's getting ready to nail his signature punch. Joe's green eyes practically burn a hole into the lens with the intensity they're showing. "Count them." He walks off and the piece fades to black. |
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