Talon, “That son of a b###h! I’m going to tag him back, just wait… I’ll break that Scottish piece of…”
Eddie, “Whoa, Talon, come on man, focus! We’ve all got chance to do big things tonight, we can’t blow that on some petty sucker punch.”
Ronnie, “He’s right man, look… so he got a cheap shot in on you, after tonight, you can take the world title and bust his head open, just focus on putting Hans away first. Keep your head in the game bro.”
Hollywood, “They’re both right brother; You’ll have your chance to deal with Logan, but tonight is about you showing everyone who doubts you that you are still the man… and to be the man, you’ve got to beat the man…”
Before Hollywood can continue, Merlyn pops up with a loud…
Merlyn, “Woooooooooo!”
Everyone stops and looks at Merlyn as he shrugs.
Merlyn, “What? He quoted Flair, so I thought we were supposed to ‘woo’…”
Eddie laughs as Ronnie just shakes his head and walks over to Talon putting a hand on his shoulder.
Ronnie, “Talon, you know you can beat Hans, we know you can beat Hans, and Hans knows you can beat him too… you just need to go out there and do it tonight. Don’t let this beef with Logan or your sister get in your head. We’ve got that taken care of, remember?”
Talon looks at Ronnie and nods.
Hollywood, “Besides brother, Logan has to deal with the entire SoA team, they are like the stable Hugh Morris put together in 99’ they were called MIA, misfits in action, and that’s what these clowns are… now General E. Rection was the leader… Kind of like Fallen is, but the rest of his crew were guys like the Cajun Lash LeRoux, and a few other idiots… just like Draconis, Grunge, this AV guy, and whoever else they’ve got right now… you see brother, what Im getting at is this… SOA might be a bunch of Misfit Sons, but there is enough of them to keep Logan busy while you go out and win the HWA Championship… Eyes on the Prize brother… eyes on the prize.”
Talon nods again, remaining silent as he thinks about the night to come.
Eddie, “T, listen bro… Me and Ronnie got your back, if you go… we go, but remember, you told Hans you’d face him alone, so we are going to respect that and stay back here, but if anyone on his side gets froggy, we’ll be there.”
Talon walks away from the rest of the nWo and sits down… still wrapping his brain around things.
Talon, “Should I tell her?”
Eddie’s mood suddenly changes as he looks to Ronnie, who looks at Hogan, who looks at Merlyn… who is biting his fingernails… Hogan looks back at Ronnie, and then over to Talon.
Hollywood, “That’s your call brother…”
Talon nods, knowing what he has to do, he then switches gears to the matters at hand.
Talon, “Thanks guys… Tonight we’re all going to send a message… to Heinrich, to Grunge , to Butch Parker, to AC James, to Senester, and to ‘The Baron’ Hans von Richtoven… When the night is over, the entire HWA will know why we are under the banner of the New World Order… it’s not a cheap out dated gimmick, and it’s not because we couldn’t find a better TV show to rip a name from… it’s because when you’re with the nWo…”
The rest of the nWo join in with Talon..
NWO, “You’re with the N.W.O. FOR LIFE!”
Talon, “Fallen, you should keep your trap shut Champ, because in just under an hour, you’ll be defending your title against a more than capable challenger, so I’d suggest focusing on him and not myself, or the rest of the NWO, you never know when we might decide to… meet you, face to face… Now Fallen, you ride around on your little bike, acting tough and bad, like the biker thing hasn’t been done by every yuppie yahoo from North Carolina to San Diego, not just talking about the Undertaker, I’m talking about ever idiot who wants to be cool, every businessman who has a midlife crisis, and every degenerate hell’s angel wannabe on the block. Fallen, you’re not impressing anyone, well anyone outside of your pansy Angleus academy, God knows, you bunch of imbrued weirdos all have something in common other than sharing too many genes… is that why you dawn those scary masks, gotta hide the water head somehow right?”
Talon lets out a sigh as he continues.
Talon, “Fallen, you’ve opened your mouth one too many times… I was going to just do like everyone else said, and ignore you, and let you buzz around someone else’s head like the parasitic insect you and the rest of your crew are… but honestly, I’m starting to think that you’re so delusional about being a good wrestler, and a savvy, wicked, badass biker, that ignoring you will only empower you into thinking you ‘shut me up’ …so here it is. Fallen, it’s time to hear the cold, hard, truth…”
Talon looks at Hogan who nods his approval.
Talon, “Fallen you have forced my hand. You see, I tolerated you since your earlier days here in the HWA because honestly, you were too low on the totem poll for me to even bother with. We faced off and after I won the match during the one night All Star title tournament I never looked back… I had a few run ins with your steroid injecting Templar-mate Legion, but again, after I ripped his shoulder apart with the Affliction I moved on from you all together, other than listening to the occasional promo, I forgot you even existed, and then you disappeared… I thought that would be the last I’d see of you until one day you show back up, this time with Draconis reforming a version of his previously failed Sons of Anarchy stable… Even then though, I figured you would fizzle out after a short tag title run, and for the most part… you did. Now just because you got a cheap win in a fatal four way to give you a title shot, doesn’t mean you are worthy of even the lowest title in the company… You see, your brother Basher, he always talked about you when he was training with Dredge and I was around.”
Talon pauses, a smirk coming across his face.
Talon, “…That’s right, you still think I turned him against you, but no that’s where you are wrong. Dredge was the one who brought Bash out of the Templars and into the light… he saw potential in him and wanted to tap that potential, I was just around a lot back then. Or as you would, and already have said just like so many before you, I was riding Dredge’s coat tails… Let me be the first to apologize that the HWA’s most talented competitor saw me as the heir apparent to his ‘throne’ atop the HWA. You act as if I sought out the title of ‘the next Dredge’… but you are wrong there; Michael Dredge and I met in the gym during the RWF’s invasion of the HWA, and Yes we did begin to become friends, it wasn’t because I was wanting to learn from him, it wasn’t because I was beggin him to teach me anything, no… it was because he saw something in me that he KNEW would eventually be greater the he ever was, so he did the smart thing and brought me into the fold. He was training with me, not training me. We were like brothers, not like a student and teacher…. So for you to even be so ignorant as to claim I was simply riding the coat tails of a hall of famer, it shows how little you truly know about me… Fallen, you can say and do as you please, I still do not care, but if you continue to poke and prod at me, then you will soon find out that you are truly in over your head, and if you keep treading in the deep water, you’ll be torn apart by the sharks…”
Talon smirks and turns back to the rest of the nWo…
Talon, “Too much?”
Eddie laughs and claps his hands slowly.
Eddie, “He had it coming…”
Ronnie, “Hey, it had to be said bro. I’ve dealt with these fools before.”
Hogan, “Well said brother.”
Merlyn, “It at least got your mind off of Logan…”
Talon immediately lets out a loud “UGH” and walks out of the locker room as Hogan, Ed, and Ronnie all drop their heads in unison.
Merlyn looks at them and shrugs once again.
Merlyn, “What? What did I say?”
Eddie walks over and puts a hand on Merlyn’s shoulder as the scene fades.
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