12d • General discussion
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Lemme tell you something, kid… I’ve seen a lot of matches in a lot of smoky rooms, but what Joshua Filler did to SVB tonight? That’s the kind of thing folks are gonna be whisperin’ about long after the felt gets changed.
Shane walked in lookin’ like Shane always does — calm, coiled, ready to break the world in half with that thundercrack of his. But Filler? Man, Filler had that glint. You know the one. The look a man gets when he’s already run the racks in his head and he’s just showin’ you the replay.
From the first shot, you could feel it. Filler wasn’t playin’ the table — he was commanding it. Cue ball danced for him like it owed him rent. Patterns so clean you could’ve framed ’em. And every time SVB tried to claw back a little rhythm, Filler just stepped in, cool as a winter breeze, and said, “Nah… not tonight.”
And the room felt it. That hush. That electricity. That moment when everybody realizes they’re watchin’ something special — the kind of gear only a handful of players in history ever find.
By the time Filler closed it out, Shane wasn’t beaten — he was witness to a man in full flight. And trust me, there ain’t no shame in that. When Filler hits that stride, you don’t stop him. You just sit back, sip your drink, and appreciate the storm.
So yeah… folks’ll talk about this one. They’ll say they saw the night The Killer reminded the world exactly who he is.
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