The crew skips the long line outside of the club, and begins to make their way inside…
The camera begins picking up the loud bass thumping coming from above on the second floor lounge/club level. The crew talks amongst themselves as they wonder through the first floor restaurant area. Various patrons of the club and restaurant pass by the camera and crew, unaware of what is going on.
Crew member, (muffled) “I know he’s here somewhere, ask somebody.”
Camera man, (muffled) (to someone off screen) “Excuse me miss, We are with the HWA network, we’re looking for Talon Wilkinson, do you know if he is here?”
Female voice, (off screen) “Let me get my manager…”
A few moments pass as the camera crew waits. The camera pans the lower level and picks up several attractive young ladies in nice dresses walking by.
Camera man, (muffled) “Hey Dillon, check out that one… damn man.”
Crew member, (muffled) “Holy Sh*t bro, the one in the orange? My God, she’s built like a brick shithouse.”
The crew gets silent as the young female employee they were talking to returns. The camera pans over to her to find she is with her manager. He smiles and shakes the crews hands as he adjusts his outfit and speaks.
Manager, “Gentlemen, nice to have you here at Solas Lounge tonight… I’m Malcolm White. I’m the manager here at Solas. What can I help you with tonight?”
Crew member, “We’re looking for Talon Wilkinson, we are with the Hardcore Wrestling Alliance and we are contracted to video him about 24 hours a day… We heard from TMZ that he was here tonight, so we were just trying to catch up with him so we can get some footage for HWA Networks “HWA: now” program.”
Malcolm, “Alright! No problem guys, I’ll just need you to sign a few forms that we have as far as camera waivers and liabilities. We typically do not allow digital media devices inside the club levels; so if you’re going to go upstairs to see Mr. Wilkinson, you need to sign a few things.”
The camera crew signs the paperwork and shakes hands with Malcolm one last time before being directed toward the stairwell. The crew approaches the stairs and is greeted by a large bouncer. He halts them, but then looks over to Malcolm who nods. The crew is allowed to move up stairs as the beats from the music get louder and louder. The sounds of Deadmau5’s “Moar Ghosts and Stuff” pumps the packed house as the camera comes up into the club level. The bar is packed, most of the VIP booths are filled out, and the dance floor is jumping as Deadmau5 himself stands in the DJ booth playing his amazing house beats. Lights and lasers flash and pan the crowd as smoke machines pump out the artificial smoke and the lasers continue to cut through the thick air giving off an awesome effect. The camera crew makes it through the crowded area and approaches the VIP areas.
They look for Talon but do not yet see him. They finally spot a back room, blocked off by large glass doors right beside the bar, opposite of the dance floor. They dart over to the secluded V.I.P. room and peer through the tinted glass. The door quickly opens, and a nearly seven foot tall Bouncer stands between them and the occupant of the room…
Bouncer, “Can I help you boys?”
Camera man, “We are looking for Talon Wilkinson.”
The bouncer looks back over his shoulder and says something, another voice is lightly heard, but somewhat inaudible. He turns his attention back to the crew, the music still blasting in the background.
Bouncer, “He’ll be out in a few minutes… he says to enjoy the atmosphere and he’ll find you when he’s ready to be on camera.”
The big bouncer points toward the dance floor and bar and closes the doors to the VIP room. The crew turns away and heads outside to the balcony to get away from the eardrum rupturing sounds of the Deadmau5 and to get some fresh air. After several minutes, the crew member says something.
Crew Member, “Look, there he is… wow, check out those girls he’s with… are they… are they twins?”
Camera Man, (zooming in) “wow, what a lucky son of a b*tch. To be such a prick, he sure does have something that drives those girls crazy.”
The camera keeps a close eye on Talon as he walks from the VIP room with the twin brunettes and again out of the shot.
Camera Man, “Damn it! I lost him… and King Kong is still shadowing him, so I think we should just wait out here.”
Crew man, “What if he is sneaking out, we’re going to get fired if we don’t get him on the air again soon…”
Camera Man, “Do you want to get folded like an accordion just for 20 minutes of footage, because I don’t… that bouncer is a monster!”
The camera goes back to panning out off of the second floor balcony and overlooking the beautiful downtown Raleigh nightlife. The crew guys go back to talking about the young attractive girls that are walking down the street for several minutes until suddenly a voice comes from over their shoulder.
Talon, “Alright you guys, stop with the girls gone wild knock off and get back to work.”
The camera whips around as the startled crew turns to face Talon. He is wearing a black dress shirt and black slacks. He takes a sip from his red bull can and lets out a refreshing “ahhh” as he looks at the camera head on.
Talon, “No reporter this time huh?”
He lets out a chuckle as he senses the nervousness of the crew.
Talon, “Relax, Relax! This is Solas, in my home town of Raleigh, North Carolina, we’re amongst Talon’s people… The Peoples People… I’m here to cut loose a little, relax, blow off some steam, and get my head straight. You see the last time you saw me, I was venting about a lot of things that were brought on by Havoc… So I get home, take a shower, change clothes and call up the Diamond Twins and tell them were to meet me, and what happens? I flip on the tube and see ‘our’ world heavyweight champion trying to be cute by interviewing himself… Not only that, but he sits back and asks himself the same repetitive, nearly rhetorical questions and to do himself one better, he answers with the even more predictable and unimaginative responses. Hell, I’d go out on a limb and say that he’s said the same things about the same topics, nearly word for word since he won the World Championship. If it’s not spouting off about his opinions on my latest rant, and how I’m not really what I claim to be, and that I dropped the ball and had a horrible time as world Champion, and that he’s making the World Championship prestigious again by defending it against everyone on the roster, big, small, short, or tall… then he’s talking about how his lottery is really a great idea, which I might add, hasn’t been slammed or brought down, to my knowledge, since I put him to task at the Road to Ruin… So Champ, why don’t you go back to playing your little video games and just leave this business of interviews and promos to guys that have more to say than just “I’m perplexed by the ambitious yet audacious attitudes and the animosity of the current radial juncture of my current challengers state of being.” Because just like that line of bull shit I just said, you’re interviews, promos, and video packages are some of the least interesting pieces of footage I’ve seen in a long time. You can throw you’re 3/4 length shorts on, take your converse tennis shoes, and your iconic Baron t-shirt and disappear and I think the “search for the missing von Reichtoven” would be a much better segment than the unbearable things you are featured in. You have tons of in ring skills, you have to in order to get a win over The Reflection of Perfection, but your subject matter and method of delivering it is so bad that I have decided someone needed to lay out a better plan for you.”
Talon pauses with a sly grin, rolling his shoulders and taking a deep breath.
Talon, “First of all, the way you always like to grab a transcript of what someone said and grab one tiny fragment, choosing to harp on it, distort it, and use it more out of context than a bias news company during election season is just amazing… I thought your most brilliant quality was your way of saying the same thing 15 times in one promo, but your use of out of context classics are so much more baffling. The way you and then later your poor younger brother decided to take the two times I said the words “I’m Back” when referring to my attitude towards winning, determination, and overall perfection and twist them around to make it sound like my entire interview with HWA: Now yesterday was just a big ‘don’t count me out please’ plea just amazed me. The bad thing is, if some of your bandwagon fans decided to bypass my interview and just take your word for it, they’d have missed all the things I really said… You know, like when I said that my main qualm this week was that I didn’t want Buff Bridges coming into the New World Order thinking that he could just reap the benefits of aligning with the most powerful stable in the Wrestling world today… I also went on to give some good reason why I would think such a thing, and then moved on to give my thoughts on Logan Neilson and even my ‘Sister’ Alexandria… but you see, all that gets lost when Hans and Heinrich here come out and try to turn their air time into propaganda and making me out to be on some re-invention kick… Far from it, you see Champ, and brother of the champ, I was simply stating my intentions… My intentions of ill will toward my foes. My intentions of bringing you from your high horse back down to earth from that little penthouse you have on the top of the Empire State…STATE Building… My intentions are to continue to win matches and make examples of guys like your brother Heinrich and Fallen in order to ascend the ranks once again and reclaim my place atop the HWA as World Heavyweight Champion. Unfortunately for you though ‘champ’ You won’t be there at the top when I come back to claim my throne. That’s because Ronnie McNeil will already have taking your title from you… You’re not hungry enough for it anymore Hans. You’ve gotten complacent. You’ve already slipped into that state of championship-mediocrity. You’re sitting on your ass playing Playstation while guys like Ronnie are in the gym. You’re banning your girlfriend while guys like me are breaking bones. You’re standing on the corner talking to yourself while reports stare at you like you’re an idiot while guys like US are planning our next strike… and Im telling you right now Hans, whenever the next time we meet in the ring may be, I’ll be the one raising my arm after the bell, and you… you my friend will be clutching what’s left of your shoulder in agony. Just like Senester, just like AC James… You will submit to the Affliction…”
Talon stops for a moment, finishing the red bull off and glancing up to the camera once more.
Talon, “Hans, you keep poking your face into my business, even before your little brother had his death warrant signed and his public execution booked for The Other Side; and you’re going to be quick to find out that I am not one to poke and prod. You think your buddy, the Rampant Lion, is deadly when he’s poked once too many times??? Well then keep pressing your luck with me Baron, and you will soon find out what I will bring to your doorstep. Ask Logan about it, He’s felt just a small taste of my wrath… Who knows, maybe I’ll escort Ronnie to the ring at The Other Side, maybe then you’ll get to feel the sting of the Killswitch… Or maybe I’ll wait until after you’ve lost the title and are crushed both body and soul…”
He again pauses, walking over to the balcony edge and looking down to the concrete below.
Talon, “Hans, I know you’ll let this slide through your ears in one and out the other, and then you’ll find the least relevant piece of what I’ve said tonight and harp on it for an hour, but just know that by doing so, you’re hurting no one but yourself… you’re making no one look foolish but the man you see in the mirror. You can say what you like about me, you can say I have no honor, you can call me a hack, a cheat, or a phony, but that does not change the fact that when we step into the ring again, I’ll knock your teeth down your throat so far that you will be unable to spew your repetitious and irrelevant dialog for a month…”
Talon looks away from the street and back to the camera, he exhales as he lets out a light laugh.
Talon, “Yes yes… I know, a lot of words to a man who’s ‘league I’m not even in’ but as a friend said to me earlier, someone needs to shut his f*cking mouth… Now for the rest of you… Let’s start with, let’s say…. Oh, Fallen… The Spotlight Champion. The fearless leader of the Sons of Anarchy; I must say, you’ve held the title well. Whether I like you or not, which I emphatically do not, you have remained champion… but you have yet to defend that strap against me. So here we stand, with only the ‘up and coming’ Heinrich in the way of a knockdown drag out one on one war between you and me. At The Other Side I am going to take great pleasure in ripping that title from your hands, whether they be cold and dead, or alive and kicking. The Killswitch will lay you out, and the Affliction will strip you of your pride, while I strip you of your championship… The Spotlight Championship will belong to me, and believe it or not, I’m looking forward to adding it to my resume; and let me just say Fallen, before you go on a tirade complaining that I’m over looking you, or that you’re going to stab me with your little Shakir puppet, which I dig by the way… (Talon lets off a easy smirk) You’re lack of skills or talent is not the reason I’m going to be crowned the new Spotlight Champion, no no… it’s the fact that you’re brining you’re ‘Best in the Spotlight Division’ skills into the ring with a man that has on multiple occasions been recognized as the “Class of the HWA” You’re a not so big fish in a small pond Fallen, you’re a Spotlight division wrestler and there is nothing wrong with that… but at the Other Side, you’ll be facing not only young Heinrich, but also myself… a World Heavyweight Champion, A Ring Master, and M-V-P… The deck is stacked in my favor puppeteer. At the Other Side, I’ll do everything in my power to make an example out of you, and win, lose, or draw I will walk away leaving you with a greater perspective as to where your talents rank against that of Perfection…”
Talon stands up and smirks, pushing off from the railing to turn around and walk back into the club.
He turns and looks back right before heading back into the noisy lounge.
Talon, “Tonight’s the night I celebrate, so before anyone goes casting stones, just know… I’ll be in the gym tomorrow morning, bright and early, so feel free to drop by the original Icebox and catch a glimpse of perfection.”
Talon walks back into the lounge, throwing his arms into the air triumphanty as the sounds of Deadmau5 rage on as the scene cuts...
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