It had been tough getting to this point and there was a lot of pressure. From within the locker room, they could hear all the people cheering and booing, all enthralled in the excitement of the display of action, the flailing of limbs and all the danger that that entailed.

They were sitting there, waiting their turn, waiting for the very moment in which they would finally be crowned the greatest. They were doing their best to make sure that their nerves would not get to them, but it seemed as though the pressure was affecting them ever-so-slightly. Still, they could not let this moment pass them by. They could not back out now. All the time that they had spent working toward their one goal for as long as they could remember. All the sacrifices that they had made.

They knew that if they skipped on this now, that the opportunity would never arise after. They had to make the most of this moment and refuse to back down.

It was difficult, but they knew that they could succeed so long as they stayed as focused on the goal as they could.

Much time passed whilst they sat there waiting to be called to come to the arena. It seemed as though they had lived a full lifetime whilst they were waiting to walk toward where they would finally defeat their opponents.

It was time for them to rise and walk into the view of the crowd that was waiting for them to perform.

They made their way as quickly as they could so that the crowd could see that they were indeed visible sooner rather than later. They were feeling more nervous now than they had earlier been and it was showing. Still, they pushed on and stepped into the sight of the crowd.

The crowd was quiet. It was almost far too much to handle. Yet still, the person pushed their way onward, one foot in front of the other to the centre of the arena where they would finally engage in taking the crown from any reigning champion that would dare stand in their way at this point.

They were there. They could be seen. It was far more silent than one would expect. They still pushed on to the centre of the arena.

And then, there they were, standing in full view of everyone there who was watching and waiting to see the final bout go down.

They were there surrounded by far more people than they had the time to count, completely alone in the centre. They felt small and powerless.

They began to tune everything out once more as they began to take form and shape into their hands. Twisting their body around from the waist up, holding the pose for a moment, they were ready.

They allowed themselves to unwind as they entered their quick rotation.

Faster and faster they rotated, pure in action. Surely now they were the king of spin.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 09:30:97

I overheard something said in the lunch room about someone being the king of spin which then inspired the above fiction.

I like that this is a ridiculous premise, but then again the whole sports star rising and succeeding being done as a film premise is so overdone at this point that this bit of writing may be no less ridiculous than the film premise.

Sorry about the repetition.

Written at work.