"Sir, what shall we do about this?” exclaimed another.
The King sat with a decision at his hands. This black rain had overcast the kingdom for days now. Black, acidic rain. Burning through anything it touched. The bodies piled high, only to melt away leaving a strong scent of death throughout the villages. Hope had been lost, and men, women, and children feared for their lives.
As the king pondered his routes to try and stop the fear stricken people, the Jester stood up in the tower. Laughing as his black rain fell to the earth, burning anything and everything. The Jesters face painted in white and black; dressed in his goofy attire, smirked as signaled an end to the rain. He had power over the King now. He was no longer just a face painted buffoon. He had power now, as he was able to kill without even dirtying his own hands. Trading his soul for a chance to sit atop the human race, he was given the ability to control the uses of black magic.
Meanwhile, the King frantically looked for his solution to his problem. As fast as he could he contacted the high priest. Hoping that he could find the answer.
"The only thing we have left to do is pray to God that we survive.” stated the high priest.
Almost as if it was an omen, the heavens opened up and down came a ray of light. Within the light was a figure. A Saint. The almighty had sent down one of his Saints to do battle with the dark forces which were gripping the kingdom in fear.
The Saint walked to the king and stood before him, bowing in respect.
"I've come to save your kingdom", he stated.
"How so? I doubt there is anything which can stop this downfall of evil." the King replied.
"Your highness, I am Saint McNeil. I alone shall end this Jesters reign."
With that, the Saint walked off in to the distance; an aura of bright light following him. He was the only chance the King and the Hardcore kingdom had for survival and he was more than willing to take it. For some reason McNeil had seemed so right for the situation. Almost as if he was destined.
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We've been here before gentlemen…preparing to face one another. The last time I faced either of you, I was standing victorious. Talon, I made you tap out in the middle of the ring. That was two years ago. Hans, we battled in the middle of a cage, and even then, while Talon and Senester were pulling their trap, I was touching the 4th corner to defeat you as well. And as I look at the both of you, I don’t see anything that’s changed. Do you honestly think that you even stand a chance against me? I've done nothing but gotten better since those nights.
But I'll give you some credit.
Man, you are just amazing. No wait, no you're not. You’re redundant, lame, old. Your promos don't change from week to week. The same shit talking every god damn promo. Take a page from my book and get creative. The buzz around the locker room is that you're talented. Which matches are they watching? You don't impress me at all. In fact, I think the kid that runs my gym back home would give you a challenge; and he's half the athlete I am.
It's simple.
Your hopes at becoming champion again, for the most part, are over. Hate to burst your bubble, but it's gotta be done. It's sickening watching you b###h and complain about your position on the card. You claim to be focused on the here and now, but you complain that you’re wrestling at this pot on the program, like your past accomplishments entitle you to be in the main event. What have you done for the world lately Talon, except ride the Senester coattails to relavance. You might as well put on your coverall, and put on your eye shadow. God you disgust me.
Every member of the roster has lost to me.
See that? I beat legends. So why would anyone think I couldn't beat you? I think it's easy to see. Plain as daylight if you ask me. Christ you had a chance to use my face to wipe the mat and go for the big prize back then. But I still owned you. Funny. You couldn't match me in the ring, so why not go beat up on some local yokel in a feeble attempt to prove a point. It still doesn't matter. I'm on my way to beating any and every man who’s placed before me. Can you say best wrestler ever? No you can't...but I can.
Your name is already tainted Talon.
When your name is mentioned in a match, no one worries about facing you. Your name doesn't strike fear in anyone. Instead, they know you're beatable. No one goes in facing you thinking they're gonna lose. They know there is a ninety percent chance they're gonna win, and a ten percent chance that you might get lucky. I mean that's how you won your only world championship, isn’t that right?
Oh burn.
But seriously fellas, neither of you bring a threat to the ring. So congrats on getting wasted as part of your promo Hans. Hell...congrats on getting yet another shot at my world title. Do you deserve to be there? No…but every dog has his day right? Even that shitty one. But me, I do strike fear. I'm the guy that makes their opponents nervous. Not only do I beat them in the ring, I beat them verbally. Just like I'm doing to you. But feel free to use this shoot against me. It's the only chance you've got to try and hate on me right?
Try and use my promo to your advantage, you uncreative prick. In the end, I'm the one with my hand raised, holding a victory over your head. I'm always going to be that one better than you, because I simply am. Your reign is over.
Tie those boots real tight.
You're about to get your ass handed to you.
It's almost as if this is being handed to me. I am taking on Senester's two golden boys...ooh. Men who's names comes with such high praise, that if you have never heard of Talon and Hans, then you're not a true fan. These are the men who built the HWA. They are the men who made it what it is today. They are the gods of wrestling in general.
Haha…not even in your dreams could you wish to think that was true.
Step aside fellas, I'm in control. Your time as a championship contender is over, and has been for some time now. Mid Level guys have beaten you. Hell, Ed was owning you Talon. No excuses, no reasons. You're not what you once were. Not that it truly was anything special to begin with. This is my time now. I've proven I'm the best, and I've proven that I can beat anyone. Ask Maniac. Ask Logan. Christ...ask the entire roster. They'll tell you that Ronnie McNeil IS King.
They know who runs HWA.
My name still means something Talon, while yours is being pissed on. Yeah, by me. I don't respect you. Never have, probably never will. When I look at you I see an over-rated talent. A guy who has won some big matches, but lost just as many. But wait; look at your winning streak. Look at your record. Like I said before, look at the talent this place had before when you were champ. You had guys like Sons of Anarchy main carding. You had guys like Bryan Deas within sniffing distance of a title. God damn give me a break. You can't win the big match Talon.
You can't win THIS match.
The cards are laid out in front of you. This is your challenge…to show everyone that you're still the MAN. You never were. You NEED to win this match in order to get your credibility back. You've been on a slide Talon. We all know it, we've all seen it. So being the man I am, I agreed. I took your match, and now I'm running away with it. You can say whatever you like.
"This match is for the ages." "This match was over before it started. McNeil can't compare to Talon Wilkinson."
Funny, because I think everyone else sees this match in a different way. They see an old timer trying to relive his glory days. They see you trying to compete with a superstar…an icon. They all know you've expired. They all know that this is your way of trying to succeed again. It won't happen. It can't happen. We can't have an older talent as the face of this company. You've been outdone again Talon. Stepping in to a match you won't make it out of.
I wish I could have helped you.
Because truly, it is too bad. It's sad to see a man who can't let go of his past. His "glory days" so to speak. Sure you were creative before. I mean I've heard and seen great things about you in the past. Where is it now Talon? All I see is jealousy, because I am the guy you once were. I am the man who can lead the HWA in to bigger and better things. I've been chosen to lead the troops in to battle. I've been chosen to lead the destiny of greatness. You thought this was still your time, but you've been replaced. You've been outdone. You think Hans is a challenge? Well you haven't faced the Angelic Enigma. But you get your chance, at Helloween Harvest.
You get to join Hans on the long list of fallen competitors.
You get to be a name. What you were all along. Just a name. A name that was given too much credit around here. I figure it's time for me to show the people who the true King of HWA is. It saddens me to say that you won't be in the throne.
I give you both credit though.
You're still willing to fight, even know your time passed you by. Congrats, you're now a has been. You're now just mid carder, who can't go to the big time anymore. Neither of you the Main Event caliber of me, and are only here because you are Senester's b*tch in Talon's case, or to just be a "buffer for the other loser" in Hans's case. Go back to drinking with your brother Hans. Go back to polishing Senester's knob Talon. Quit wasting up space in the big matches. I'm about to show you once again what a true champion looks like.
I'm going to make you respect Ronnie McNeil.
The stage is set, and it's time for the opening lines.
Don't mess up.
It's not that I think I'm better than you.
I know I am. I know this one is in the bag.
You've got so much to lose. Or is it already lost.
You doubt yourself too much.
That's where I capitalize. The audience has piled in and it's no longer your time to shine.
I'm a Cornerstone. I'm a Franchise.
But mostly...
I'll always be that much better than you.
Good luck fellas.
You certainly need it.
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