Thunderhawk enters his locker with his belt on his shoulder, and he throws it on a chair near him, before sitting next to it. He takes several deep breaths in a meditative attitude then starts to talk to himself in a murmur :
"This is too much pression on me. I didn't need this belt right now, when i am sick, stressed ... and that I have other things to think about."
He rubs his masked face and stares at the belt.
"I'm sorry, but I need we need to part ... I can't hold you, you know ? I have too much things to solve. My health, those Blackout crazy guys, Sparkhawk ... I can't think of defending you too. Maybe I should let Suicide!! win ... Dunno. In any case, i can't bear this belt right now. At least, not in this precise moment ... Surely later."
He takes a water boottle from his sportsbag and drinks it, still meditating and nodding his head, with a huge grin.
Sat Apr 25, 2009 3:25 am