Promo: Blurred Lines

[janusd 0]

The streets of Sydney were as jam-packed as ever. Businessman, ordinary people, children, criminals. The crowd mingled and flowed along the sidewalks, although one figure stood out. Towering above most of the people, in black leather boots and pants, and a leather shirt, Janus strides through the milling masses.

 

It's been a while. I've been all over the world. I'll probably be coming home again for the World Tour. But I had to visit.

 

Breaking out of the crowd, Janus walks down an alleyway silently, not intimidated by any criminal figures he sees lurking around corners or against the wall. He finally stops at a dusty wooden door, peering up at the faded letters on the sign for several moments. He jiggles the handle. The door slides open.

 

Home away from home.

 

Inside the door was a wide open concrete space. In the middle of it was a small wrestling ring, surrounded by folded seats. But neither the ring nor the seats were in use, some of the chairs collapsed, and the ring ropes were sagging. Everything was covered in a layer of dust, as if it had been undisturbed for centuries. Walking towards the ring, Janus lays a hand on the dusty rope. He still remembered oh so clearly.

 

A figure almost seven feet tall and fairly average stands in the ring, a young teen. His opponent throws punches, tries grappling, tries whipping. The figure doesn't respond, not selling any of the offense - almost cowering away from the attack.

 

"Dammit! Terrence! You're in a wrestling ring! You're supposed to wrestle! I know you don't like fighting that much, but if you want to be in this sport you have to!"

 

The tall teen looks over at trainer at ringside, as his opponent pauses as well. The trainer stares up at the teen from the floor, speaking slowly as if reminding him.

 

"Remember! Outside the ring, you're Terrence! But inside you're Janus! Remember? JANUS!"

 

His opponent turns back to him, driving a punch straight into his chest. Abruptly, the teen cocks his arm and absolutely brutalizes his opponent with a stiff lariat, and looks down at him for a long moment.

 

Janus takes his hand off the ropes and looks around what used to be a training facility for the kids who wanted to be wrestlers. He looks at the folded up chairs, the dilapadated chairs, and the chairs that were still standing.

 

Inside the ring, I'm a killing machine named Janus. Outside the ring, I'm a normal guy called Terrence....or am I?

 

The giant steps away from the dusty ring, stepping back slowly towards the exit. He pauses once more, turning to survey the ring for a long moment, looking up at the light filtering through the battered roof for a moment.

 

Here, a young, helpful boy named Terrence became a wrecking machine named Janus. Terrence wanted to be a good boy. Terrence wanted to wrestle. But that wasn't how it worked. Janus wrestled, and Terrence sat on the sidelines.

 

Finally stepping back out the door, Janus lightly closes it behind him. Looking at the door with emerald green eyes again, the giant turns his head and walks back down the alleyway.

 

Terrence tried to wrestle when I joined the SJL, under the alias of Janus. It didn't take long for the true Janus to emerge again. Outside the ring, inside the ring, it's all the same. I am Janus.

 

He paused for a split second.

 

...Or am I Terrence?

 

He started walking again, a final thought flashing across his mind as he stepped back into the milling crowd of people on the pathway.

 

...Just where does Janus end and Terrence begin...?

[Guest Goodear]

<Ejiro>Unlesss Terrance tosses people in the path of cars in his spare time, I don't want to know him! I want my Janus kicking ass and not being all touchy feeeeeeeely.

 

<The Godfather> YOU CAN BE A MAN *SLAP*

 

Seriously... depth = the rock

[Guest Aecas]

Very nice mate.

[Guest Crowe]

Terrence huh?

 

Where's Phillip?

[janusd 0]

Terrence huh?

 

Where's Phillip?

*KILL~!*