Talon is dressed in a pair of Under Armour training shorts and a white long sleeve Under Armour training shirt. Looking as if he has just completed a vigorous work out, he wipes the sweat from his brow and looks at the camera.
Talon, "before I start, let me just clear up a few things that I keep getting asked via Text, Twitter, facebook, and even standard mail...
'where have I been' ...Well, I have been here, in New York, training non stop. I have completely isolated myself form the outside world for the past two months, I've been working on a few new techniques, and been working on not only my physical strength, but on my speed, endurance, and above all else, my mental state. I am back to where I was when I debuted in the HWA... my life is wrestling, and I am ready to show all of you fans, critics, and doubters exactly who and what I am... The Reflection of Perfection."
Talon pauses, knowing the common thought on such statements from other people.
Talon, "Now before people start blogging or guys like AC and Parker, or even Sen come out and say the same ole 'you're just BS'ing the fans, trying to have someone on your side' or even 'no matter what you are doing now, you wont be as good as you were before, because you were never really that good, just got lucky' Let me tell you this. What has always separated me from everyone else is the way I back up what I say. When I tell you that at Blood Sweat and Tears, you will see me in peak condition, and when I say that no matter the outcome of our match, Butch Parker will leave a changed man... you know that it is true."
Talon looks away momentarily as he anticipates his upcoming battle with Parker.
Talon, "Butch, you mentioned respect for my in ring abilities, which is commendable... and I've always made it clear that I consider you a top competitor, albeit not my favorite guy in the world, even before this life change and teaming with Senester. but B.S.T. isn't about respect, it's about the violence we can bring, the destruction we will cause, and the pain we inflict on one another. You can say that you will be happy to be locked into the Affliction, you can talk about jizzing your pants when I flip the Killswitch, and you can say that the Blade Runner will be euphoric, but what you can't deny is that at the end of the night, you will limp and drag yourself from the ring, back to Senester... and you will be a broken being. Not a man, because you lost that title when you sided with the man you battled for so long. You can defeat me at Blood, Sweat, and Tears to satisfy your little ego problem, but thats not what this match is going to be about. I will shine as the better wrestler no matter the final outcome, because in order for me to lose to you, you'll need to enlist not only TNT, but AC, Senester, and probably even Eddie. You talk about the world being your oyster and all of the things you can do to me, but remember, its a double bladed sword my friend. You can drag me into the parking lot, but when your head is the one going through the windshield of some guys Cadillac, you'll understand what I mean. When I ground and pound you against the cold concrete of the boiler room, or drive you face first into a shower faucet, you'll be sorry you ever stepped foot outside of the ring. You can drag a bag a tacks from under the ring, but it will be your blood and tears that become of it... I'll beat you at your own game, even if it means both of us leaving in an ambulance... You're looking at a man without fear, my dealings with Senester and Eddie have made me callas. So say what you will, and do what you must, but at Blood, Sweat, and Tears, you will be the one who ultimately leaves as the loser. I can assure you that."
Talon flashes his trademark smirk as he thinks of what the pay per view will bring... suddenly his phone rings.
Talon, "Hello? Hey, just who I was wanting to talk too..."
The camera fades as Talon walks away.
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