On the Air
A sudden pulse rattled through my chest. My joints thawed from rigid plastic into living sinew. Beside me towered an imposing wrestler, frozen mid-stance. I felt the firm mold of a microphone clutched in my right hand. Testing my newfound strength, I deliberately raised my forearm, lifting the black mic directly toward his chest. It held firm, balanced and true. I cleared my throat, ready for the broadcast. #Wrestlingfigures #Wcw #Wwe