Polishing the Gold

A speck of stray dust dared to settle upon the center plate—a direct insult to championship greatness! I laid the heavy belt flat across the dark leather cushion, gripped the edge of a soft yellow microfiber cloth, and went straight to work! Circular motions! Relentless dedication! I drove my full weight into every single stroke, buffing the raised eagle and etched brass lettering until the metal gleamed with blinding intensity. Look at that shine! A champion never lets the gold lose its luster!