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A Touch of Frost
Tue Sep 17, 2024 6:20 pm
The camera fades into the backstage area, capturing the grim intensity of Dan Hammer, “The Tasmanian Terror.”
He stands front and center, his face a stone mask of focus and fury.
Behind him, The Firm—Eddie London, SilvaDog, and Sophie Desire—linger in the shadows, their presence adding a sense of ominous authority.
The air feels thick with tension as Hammer begins to speak.
Dan Hammer: Frost...
He pauses, letting the name hang in the air, his voice low and menacing.
Dan Hammer: You think you're some force of nature.
You think that cold exterior of yours makes you untouchable, invincible even.
But let me make one thing perfectly clear—ice?
It’s fragile.
It shatters when it's hit with enough force, and tonight, mate, I'm bringing the hammer down.
His hands curl into fists, his muscles tense, every word dripping with a sense of cold aggression.
Dan Hammer: People like you—people who hide behind a name, behind an image—they don’t last in my world.
You wanna be Frost?
Fine.
But when you step into that ring with me, you’ll realize you’re not facing just another man.
You’re facing something you can’t control, something you can’t predict.
The camera zooms in on Dan’s face, his eyes locked with the lens, his gaze intense and unflinching.
Dan Hammer: You see, Frost, you’ve got it all wrong.
You think because you're 'Ice cold', that it gives you an edge.
But in that ring, the cold makes you slow, it makes you brittle, and it makes you weak. And me?
I thrive in in the cold, i embrace the cold and revel in its chaos.
You see, I'm born of fire.
I possess a rage so firece that it will burn through you in seconds.
You will melt into obscurity in the heat of our battle.
Sophie Desire leans in slightly, her eyes gleaming as if she’s savoring every word, while Eddie London and SilvaDog remain silent but menacing, like predators waiting to strike.
Dan Hammer: I’ve been through it all.
I’ve seen every type of fighter, every type of challenge.
And what do they all have in common? They all break.
They all crumble under the inevitable.
No matter how tough or how big they think they are, no matter how much they believe they can withstand the pressure, I beat them....i break them.
And tonight, Frost, you’re no different.
His voice lowers, becoming almost a whisper, though the menace never fades.
Dan Hammer: You think a name makes you special.
But names don’t mean a thing when you're lying flat on your back, looking up at those lights, wondering where it all went wrong. Your cold demeanor won't save you when the heat hits.
And believe me, the second you step into my ring, you’ll feel it.
That’s when you’ll crack, and that’s when I’ll shatter you into a million tiny little pieces.
Dan straightens up, his focus sharper than ever, the weight of his words undeniable.
Dan Hammer: This is not just another match for me.
It’s another opportunity to show everyone why The Firm dominates, why we are the ones calling the shots.
You’re just the next in a long line of people who thought they could go toe-to-toe with the Tasmanian Terror.
But you’ll learn, Frost, just like they all did—this is my domain.
And I don’t just win.
I end careers.
I end legacies.
SilvaDog cracks his knuckles, his silent presence a reminder of the brutality that The Firm is known for.
Eddie London leans against the wall, grinning wickedly, while Sophie Desire smirks, her eyes glinting with dark amusement.
Dan Hammer: So get ready, Frost.
Because once you step into that ring, there’s no turning back.
You’re not walking out the same man.
If you walk out at all.
With that, Dan turns, leading The Firm out of the frame.
His words linger in the air, a final, ominous warning.
Dan Hammer (off-camera): Prepare for the storm, mate.
The cold won’t save you now.
The camera fades to black.
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