(Eddie): Call me in the morning bro.
Talon nods, still holding the back of his neck with his left hand.
(Talon): Will do... thanks again guys...
Buff and Ronnie turn around as well as Buff gives him the nod.
(Buff): We got your back. 4 Life...
Ronnie looks over to Talon and gives him a similar nod.
(Ronnie): Call if you need anything; I'm headed home tomorrow afternoon.
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(feels like an old school forward doesnt it)
(OOC sorry had to say it)
The camera follows Talon into his locker room. As soon as the door shuts he grabs a chair and throws it violently across the room with a loud grunt of frustration. The chair smashes into the wooden lockers, knocking a chunk out of the locker space as the chair spills to the ground. Talon paces the locker room momentarily visually agitated beyond belief. Restraining himself from doing anymore damage to the locker room, he walks into the shower area of the locker room and the camera waits for him to finish and get dressed again before resuming filming...
(10 minutes later...)
Talon emerges from the locker room dressed in street clothes, a small bruise has developed on his left cheekbone from his match, but he seems to have calmed down since we last saw him. He exits the arena carrying his bags as he heads for his car in the parking lot. As he loads the bags into the black Aston Martin DB9, he is approached by a sports journalist.
Female reporter, "Mr. Wilkinson, I know you've had a rough evening, but do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"
Talon exhales lightly as he looks up to the sky, as if to ask "why"... he looks at the reporter and smiles politely as he nods agreeably.
Talon, "Sure; but if 15 more reporters come around the corner, I'm sorry doll, but I'll be out of here before you can say "take me home"..."
The female reporter blushes immediately as she laughs nervously to hide her reaction.
Reporter, "Well thank you Mr Wilkinson..."
Talon, "C'mon, you can call me Talon."
Reporter, "Ok, Talon..."
Talon, "and your name is?"
The reporter again blushes as she replies.
Reporter, "Elizabeth..."
Talon smiles as he allows the interview to actually get underway.
Talon, "Well Liz, its nice to meet you... so what is it you want to know?"
Liz, "I was just curious, what is going through your mind right now? You're partnership with Logan Neilson disintegrated tonight, and then you found out from Senester himself, that you will be one on one with him on Havoc next week... He as already said he would make an example out of you like he did with Butch Parker, and we all know what happened to him."
Talon swallows hard, looking at Liz with a surprised smile.
Talon, "Wow... you really cut to the chase there..."
He looks up with his eyes, again as if to ask God for something.
Talon, "Well first off, I can't say Im surprised that Logan and I came to blows again, I tried all week to get up with him to bury the hatchet and see if we could move on from our problems, especially with Senester looming; but he didn't want to make himself available, and I couldn't get up with my sister either; I'm guessing it was for fear of my reaction to her actions at Declarations, but if she's watching now; I just want to say, Ally we need to talk, and don't worry, I am not angry. I'm proud of you kiddo..."
Talon pauses, getting back on track.
Talon, "So back to Senester. Am I happy to be pitted against him? No. I'm not going to go into some false bravado like others and say that I've been craving this war, or that I will finally kill him and banish him from HWA forever so that people like those old bastards who made up "HWA Management" a while back can come take over again... No. Senester is one of the most difficult people to game plan against. Not only is he usually several steps ahead of the curve, he's also just so damned ruthless. If he wasnt the owner and almight evil demi-god of HWA; he'd be easily the top contender to the world title. His in ring skills are f*cking amazing, and I learned that two years ago when I faced him at Declarations in that street fight... so I plan to do just like I did then... win the match, but even more importantly, I aim to survive."
Talon looks at Liz before continuing.
Talon, "You see, I've learned over the past year or so, that all the huffing and puffing and trying to combat Senester word for word is nearly impossible, I'd say only one man was able to do it, but in the end, Dredge was killed... So I can't even say he did it. While I know I can beat Senester, I think at this stage its foolish to say that next week on Havoc, I will end him. I don't have the means right now. What I do have is an insurance policy against him attempting to crucify me, or drink my blood, or steal my babies... whatever it is he wants to do... I have the backing and support of a NWO who has trimmed the fat... We cut Merlyn loose and let him weigh down someone else. I have Eddie, Ronnie, and Buff... the current All Star champ, World Champ, and hall of famer in my corner; and we will insure that Senester isn't pulling any outlandish stunts to end the show. I can promise a spectacular finish to Havoc, but I wont be hanging from the rafters like Butch."
Liz, "So are you saying you can't stop Senester?"
Talon replies quickly.
Talon, "No; I didn't say I can't stop him, I just said that I'm not going to be running around saying I can slay him... I am going to come out of Havoc the winner, I am going to walk out under my own power, and I am going to change the landscape of the HWA forever. I have that power and that ability... but I am not going to try to cut of Senester's head like in Highlander. I see now what is doable and what isnt. He can be stopped; and I know just the thing..."
Liz, "Can you elaborate?"
Talon smirks confidently...
Talon, "I can't at this time babe. I've got to talk with Ed, Ronnie, and Logan first..."
Liz, "Logan?"
Talon nods again as he elaborates slightly.
Talon, "I told you, I want to end this thing with Logan. We should be able to move on, I hope he can. When it comes to Senester, you can't have any other enemies. Logan's a like-able guy, hell, he's the most loved superstar in HWA. Time to get things back where they should be so we can move on with our lives."
Liz, "That's really great of you... so what is next for Talon Wilkinson the man?"
Talon laughs as he leans against the DB9.
Talon, "You mean outside of wrestling? Well other than the Icebox, which takes up all my time outside of training; I'm still in New York, I've been toying with the idea of purchasing my own wrestling company and seeing how that goes, and I've also been thinking about settling down a little bit, ya know? I've stopped partying like its 1999, I've toned it down, and other than sitting VIP at Yankees games, Im trying to stay out of the public's eye; so I think if I stop my revolving door of women that's been constantly going since I left Juno, Montana (RWF) for the HWA, I might find a good girl and settle down."
Liz stares at Talon like a lost puppy, not realizing he has finished, she snaps back into reality and tries to regain her professional image.
Liz, "So you are turning from A-Rod to Derek Jeter?"
Talon laughs loudly as he thinks to himself.
Talon, "I'm still going to be myself, but Im a little older, and a little wiser... Im still enjoying the endless line of beautiful women who want me to make them famous, and I'm still going to go to a party if I feel like it, Im just saying I've change my priorities over the past year."
Liz, "Well... here... take my card."
Liz hands Talon her card and smiles.
Liz, "in case you ever want to do a sit down exclusive interview... I travel so I might see you again sometime."
Talon smiles lightly, flashing a quick wink as he puts her number into his dress shirt pocket.
Talon, "I'm looking forward to it."
Liz and Talon exchange goodbyes as she walks away. Talon steps into his car, looking back one last time, catching Liz looking back as well. He sits down and smiles to himself as he starts the engine. As soon as he does the radio comes on. Talon listens to the song playing and simply shakes his head at the irony...
(listen here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMSkC2PGyTs)
He listens and speaks along with the lyrics as he drives off for his hotel...
Here I stand, helpless and left for dead.
Close your eyes, so many days go by.
Easy to find what's wrong, harder to find what's right.
I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies.
I won't stay long, in this world so wrong.
Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight.
Don't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight?
(Dance with the Devil by Breaking Benjamin)
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