Promo: Alone with one's thoughts

[Guest kelloggs]

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And a breath…

 

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It’s early in the morning. Thursday August the twenty second.

 

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And a breath…

 

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The clang of metal with each release of pressure is music to the ears. A ritual long forgotten by many of today’s youth. If you want to get somewhere in life you have to train and push yourself to the limit. Even the best of the best do it.

 

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I get to decide…

 

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The clang of weights against steel echo throughout as many others executing that same ritual are inside the room. On a padded inclined bench with a bar on either side Mak Francis sits headphones on listening to the new Scarface CD.

 

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Who wins and who loses…

 

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The rhythmic beats of the CD drown out the other souls in the area. For the moment he’s all alone in thought.

 

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Can I really decide who will win this match. Who deserves a shot at my belt. Are any of them really worthy?

 

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A few men and women, most likely teenagers and or college students like himself pass by the Franchise checking out the large amount he’s pressing and moving on. Most recognize him as a Junior Leagues superstar and they quietly whisper that he is the World Champion.

 

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Should I count the three for Thor? Is he really worthy? He’s been around my belts my entire career. First with the TV…damn that a big set of juggies…

 

Shit man concentrate. Up and pause, down in three, two, one…

 

And then the dual titles…he stole one of two straps from me on a show I’d love to forget. I’ve beaten him before but he’s gotten better now…

 

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At the remembrance of the show when he lost his belts Francis scowls. A couple of near by fans stare at the sudden change of emotion.

 

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Will I count the three for MVS? Is he really worthy? He’s a vet with a renewed fighting spirit. A man I once called friend…but now just another enemy…

 

It would be the easiest way to win. I practically took out his leg on Crimson. It would be the easiest of the three wins…

 

But he has the talent to beat me, even on a broken leg…

 

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At this thought Francis pushes the device up but his muscles are forced to strain more than they have previsiously been.

 

UPPPP

 

Will I count the three for CIA? Should I count the three? Could I count the three for CIA? Of all these men I could face could I actually question if he is worthy? He may be worthy but are the other two…does it even matter...

 

DOWNnnnnn

 

"I WON'T LET THEM BEAT ME!" yells Francis. The small crowd a little surprised at the sudden outburst. And again it gets heavier increasing as the weight on his conscience does.

 

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Even if I have to cheat them all to do it...

 

[sigh] My most worthy foe. We went to hell and back....

 

But I can’t give you the shot. Can I? Do I really want to face you again?

 

** CLAAAAAAAANK!!! **

 

Surprised by his own thoughts Mak Francis drops the weights. He sits on the bench wondering if he actually asked himself that question, any of these questions. He’s never backed down from a challenge but this is a different story. If he needs to screw one of them over to keep his title then so be it.

 

“I could take them all anyways.” Mumbles Francis under his breath as he gets up and the fans from earlier swarm him. He signs a few autographs, in particular the females in the crowd, and books it out of the gym and to the arena. He’s got a match to referee after all.

[Guest Ph34r Tha Leaf]

Need a spotter?

 

Juuuust popping in. It seems like the JLs melting but it's good to see someone still doin their thing.

 

Rock on.

 

Yes.

[Guest Ace309]

Impressive as always, Mak.