“Compensation: The signee will receive a special pro rate of $5,000 per event in which he is featured on the main card. A weekly bonus of $5,000 will be provided upon the successful victory of a match resulting in a pinfall or submission.”
Talon nods at the new stipulations, still grasping, or coming to terms with, the fact that he has gone from a 33 million dollar contract to that of a rookie starting his career without acclaim… He lets out a brief sigh, realizing, or accepting, the role he must take and play in order to regain all that he once was, and furthermore, become greater that he had ever been. He bights the inside of his bottom lip as he envisions his trek back to the top. His train of thought is interrupted by the sudden ringing of his cell phone. “Paparazzi” begins to play as he answers…
Talon, “Hello… hey Gaga, yeah babe I’m fine, just training and getting back into that zone… How’s the tour? Good, good. Yeah, that’d be great…. Maybe in a few weeks after Havoc, or Fatality… ok, you too gorgeous… alright, bye.”
Talon ends the call and goes back to reading when again his phone bursts into song. “Tom Sawyer” by Rush plays as Talon answers again.
Talon, “Yo. Yeah bro, I’m home. Come on up whenever you’re ready… ok, later.”
Talon hangs up the phone again and tosses it lightly onto the couch next to him… he returns to reading the contract… After reading the clauses on his entrance limitations, and all the other details, he signs it and reseals the envelope and folder and sets it aside to be mailed back to David Willyard’s office and walks over to his bedroom. He changes out of his comfortable clothes and into a pair of jeans and a tight fitting long sleeve Under Armour training shirt and a pair of black and neon green Nike Air Trainers.
A few minutes later the doorbell rings and Talon answers… Eddie walks into the Penthouse, looks around for a moment before giving his opinion on the place.
Eddie: You definitely did the ‘decorating’…
Talon laughs before replying.
Talon, “What do you mean, because its not leopard printed and looking like the Love Shack 2.0?”
Eddie smiles and fires back.
Eddie, “No, I meant because Alley hasn’t put up a thousand teenage girl posters all over the walls of Justin Beiber and whoever else is big with the girls these days… that guy from Twilight or something…”
Talon bust out laughing.
Talon, “Oh… I thought you meant you were comparing it to that time we came home from a road trip and Anton had gone nuts and remodeled after they destroyed the place… remember that shit?”
Eddie (laughing) : OH YEAH, that was an interesting day… Remember how Ricky…
Eddie pauses, knowing Talon’s long time best friend may never walk again…
Eddie: Sorry man.
Talon, “Na bro, it’s ok… you’re good.”
Eddie: So have you talked to him yet?
Talon, “Not yet, I called three times but he was asleep the first time and the other two he didn’t want to speak to anyone. I’m going to go see him tomorrow, I know he doesn’t have any family bro, so I’m going to see him on Thanksgiving.”
Eddie: it’s tough bro, Thanksgiving and he just lost his legs basically… not much he’ll be thankful for… he’s just so full of rage before, imagine him now.
Talon, “I don’t care. I grew up with him like a brother, even if he’s been how he has been lately, I still love him like he’s my own blood.”
Eddie: I know what you mean.
Talon, “Yeah… guess we both do.”
Eddie decides to change the topic to something a little more up beat.
Eddie; You see the new Sports Illustrated?!
Talon, “Not yet, I got it in my mail pile but haven’t even glanced at the cover.”
Eddie runs over to the coffee table and grabs the stack of papers and finds the new Sports Illustrated.
Talon smirks as he sees the cover.
Talon, “Damn, already huh? They’re fast…”
Eddie, “Nice name isn’t it? They’re calling us the Four Horsemen…”
Talon, “I like it… We can roll with it.”
Talon pauses for a second before looking back over to Ed.
Talon, "Hey, I've got to call Ronnie, unless you want to, but I wanted to talk to him about things..."
Eddie: Things? Like Senester things, or like Fantasy Football?
Talon, "HWA related... I know he's doing his thing, but we're pretty much on the same war paths, so it'd be good to just reiterate to him that we've got his back if he's got ours."
Eddie: True.
Talon, "it's always good to have extra eyes watching out for you."
Eddie: Yeah...
Eddie looks around the Penthouse for a moment, seeing a picture of the entire cadre from last year, Talon, Medos, Michael Dredge, McNeil, Eddie, Anton, Davis, Angel, and Logan...
Eddie: So Angel has gotten his shit together lately too man, so I told him he can help us as far as managing and pretty much being our PR guy.
Talon, “Hey, that’s fine with me… When I said we’re all on a clean slate, I meant everyone, its just a shame about AC.”
Eddie: Leave that to me…
Talon, “What you thinkin?”
Eddie: Don’t worry, I’ve got it.
Talon, “You know you’re facing him at Havoc right?”
Eddie: Yeah, and you got Evers right?
Talon, “Yeah, Willyard wants to gauge my place in the division by pitting me against the Champ in my first match.”
Eddie: Can’t believe you’re playing along with this demotion.
Talon, “I’m looking at it as an opportunity to win the World title by literally defeated everyone from the bottom to the top. Then, its not like anyone around here can ever say that I didn’t earn it.”
Eddie: DUDE, beating the World Champion is enough to prove you earned it.
Talon, “I know, but you know me… I like to shut people up before they get a chance to talk.”
Eddie: So what’s the plan for Havoc?
Talon, “Same as it always is… out wrestle, out think, and out smart my opponent. Go for the kill early and often, and in the end make him submit.”
Eddie: You haven’t change one bit I see…
Talon, “I could say the same for you… Nice hat by the way.”
Talon snatches Ed’s had from his head and takes off out the door… Ed laughs and gives chase as the scene fades.
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