Talon, “Mr… I mean, David Willyard.”
Talon pauses for a half a second before continuing…
Talon, “It’s always amusing to me to see people listen to what I have to say about them, and then scramble to get on up, and you didn’t disappoint. Your self-conscious quirk came out when you decided to by a big boy cigar and flaunt the wrapper in the lens of the camera before you took those ever-so gentle puffs… is that the way to got the job as the over-seer of the divisions, puffing away on the powers that be? …can we have a poll on that?”
Talon lets out a laugh…
Talon, “haha, a poll on you puffing a poll, that’d be a good one… I’m sure the HWA World would have you out of a job if it were posted on HWA.com for 3 weeks… but hey, you’re the all knowing jackass around here, not me.”
Talon steps to the side a bit, showing off his trophy case that sits above his desk… his HWA World Championship, his MVP award, and his Ring Master plaque all sitting on a shelf above the rest of his achievements…
Talon, “See David, you’re problem is that you’re not a wrestler. You’re one of those guys who have never done anything manly in life, so to make up for it, you have to go out and try to bring everyone down to your pathetic plateau of inaptitude… but here’s the problem, you’re failing at even that. See, You parade around saying guys like Fallen are the future of the company and that I’m not even Spotlight champion material, let alone World Champion material… but it doesn’t affect me, because I know who and what I am, and I am far more dangerous and better than guys like Fallen or any other SoA nimrod around here. I cut better promos, my life is more interesting, my ratings are higher, and my name draws more star power than the entire collective of them all… but that’s not what I’m even talking about, it’s the fact that in that ring, where everything we do, say, talk about, and plan come together… I’m the most gifted man to ever grace the presence of your office. I back up what I say, and when I strike… I strike harder, faster, better, and stronger than anyone you can put in my path. I’m not going to throw out my ‘reflection of perfection’ bit this time, but when you look at the rest of the division, excluding the talents of Logan, and even I must say, the raw skills of Heinrich… What do you have? The answer is nothing at all… So say and do what you want, but at the end of the day, I’ll be standing tall, chin up… trademark smirk and all, but you wouldn’t notice because you’ve got an infatuation with this…”
The camera pans down…
Talon, “Ok, now back up here… I know that’s why you want me to parade around in girls panties, but you could’ve just asked me to wear a banana hammock and gotten the same jolly’s… I guess the fight shorts and occasional wrestling trunks aren’t enough, you just wanted to see my package and hope it eventually flops out right? …ah so be it. David you like to try to toy with people, when you fail to realize all they do is laugh at you in the process, you can do and say what you like, but trying to demean me and hold me down only serves to hurt you and the division… I’m the best chance you have of resurrecting your flailing hopes of grandeur and success… So sit back and think hard while the smoke form that Cuban fills your lungs, try not to choke while you think, I know multitasking is hard, but when your sitting there, letting your lungs turn black and hard from the tar and nicotine, ask yourself… ‘do I want to be a success’ …’or do I want to fail’… when you decide you want to succeed, look me up and maybe we can talk on a professional level for once…“
Talon turns and pulls up his pants, zipping and buttoning them as the scene fades.
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