[SHOT: a small poorly lit room. Plaster is torn away from the unfinished walls, exposing the framework. Poseidon sits in a ragged and taped together office chair. A thin, unknown man sits closeby, preparing something on the table.]
[CUT TO: a closeup of Poseidon's face. He licks his lip furiously, tilts his head in a loud crack that nearly reverberates through the walls, and then sags into a somewhat relaxed state. He breathes deeply, in and out, in and out. The unknown man comes in and out of view as he continues to prepare whatever is laid upon the tabletop. A muddy mass of tattoo's dance on his body, originating from his wrist, and continuing up and around his neck in a twist.]
Poseidon [between breaths]: This is a big week for me, you know? [exhales] My first night in the ring, and against you, Rapier. [inhales] I've seen you around, walking tall, like you just might own this place. [exhales - shifts in seat] You've got some moves, I'll give you that. But have you ever gone against a man who can not, will not lose? If you think i'm down, I'll stand right back up. If i'm bleeding from my head, then I'll make sure so are you...[inhales] I've got one thing that not you - not anybody - in this whole federation has going for them. Emotion.
[CUT TO: unknown man's tabletop. A plastic cup containing a piece of jewelry and thick liquid, a metal clamp, a long needle, and various antiseptic items lay on a paper mat. The man begins putting on black latex gloves.]
[CUT TO: Poseidon, a look of anticipation on his face. He licks his lip.]
Poseidon [inhaling]: I don't mean that I'm going to break down in a sob whenever I see a flower blossoming. I mean, you get in my way, and you stay there, my heart takes over. I dance to it's beat. I don't care what my odds are - I don't gamble. [exhales] You can't take me out, because the only way I go down is if you cut my heart from my chest.
[CUT TO: unknown man, taking the cup in his hand and cracking it over a waste basket. The thick liquid trickles down, and patters against the lining. From his various cleaning appliances, he picks a small tube that contains a hard wax-like substance. He scrubs hard on Poseidon's lower mouth. He snatches up the clamp, and applies it to Poseidon's lower lip. With a dexterity unseen previously, the man take the needle, pinpoints a location on the left side of Poseidon's lower lip, straightens it, and then thrusts upward. The needle slices through cleanly, and the man works the jewelry from the cup onto the end. With another quick thrust the needle falls to the ground, and Poseidon wears a ring through his lip. Using some jewelry pliers, the man works the ring closed, and applies a ball. With that, he slaps Poseidon on the shoulder. Poseidon turns towards the camera.]
Poseidon [licking the jewelry]: My name is Aodhan Lorigan. Rapier, you will know me as the Fist of Poseidon. [a careful chuckle escapes his wounded mouth] Just be careful, Rapier, or you'll get stuck like a pig. My trident is no joke...Secrets Whisper to Thee - Legends, Gods, and Mystery...
[FADE TO: a black screen. Blue letters dissolve into view at the same time. 'Poseidon' appears, with a golden trident horizontally fixed in the middle of the word.]