The scene opens somewhere within the seemingly endless hallways of Dark Horse Towers.
Seemingly near the top floor judging by the view of Los Angeles out of the windows, the camera comes into focus inside of a lavish penthouse-like area on the undisclosed floor.
The room is dark, but the nearly all glass living area is in clear view in the dimly lit palace.
From the tables, to the entertainment system, to the full bar, and the entire far side wall, spotless clear glass completes a room that is nearly transparent. Sitting on the solid white leather couch across the room in the shadows is rests Talon Wilkinson, the Reflection of Perfection… His face still concealed by the shadows, Talon begins to speak, his voice finding the perfect acoustics in the penthouse suite his new home in Los Angeles.
Talon, “Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie… You’re trying to play that same role you played when I was pushing you to the world title earlier this year, the role of that kind of funny, kind of serious, but completely full of sh*t anti-hero who has an ego that is only outdone by his delusions of being an iconic franchise for a company that really doesn’t need or want him anymore.”
With his face still concealed by the shadows, Talon raises his hands and interlocks his fingers as he continues.
Talon, “Ronnie, you’ve got so many things wrong… and the sad thing is, you are starting to say them like you really believe them… do you really believe that I’m some washed up old guy trying to relive the glory days? …Ron, you’ve got me by six years pops, and how’s that big “3.0.” feeling? I know that scoped knee is feeling the weather change in ‘Bama tonight… I know you’re back and neck have to be feeling top notch, and I’m really sure that your noggin is functioning correctly after all those concussions… So you tell me Ron, who’s grasping here? Me… or you?”
Slowly, Talon leans forward, his face cutting through the shadows as he does.
Talon, “Champ, you are tired of hearing me b*tch? …. ME? You, Ronnie McNeil are complaining about someone else b*tching? If that is not pot calling the kettle black, I don’t know what is. Ron-Ron, since I invaded the HWA with RWF in 2007 you have done NOTHING but complain, cry, whine, pout, mope, and “b*tch”… Well I mean for about 20 minutes you sat with Eddie and I and had a personality, but other than that, you have been the poster boy of complaining about how unfair life is… remember when I first walked in? You were quitting HWA, and subsequently joining the RWF, because you were being held back. …and then there was the entire ‘management is racist and holding me back’ business a year later… So you kept the pattern going when I won the World title and Ring Master, because you were getting screwed by AC James and HWA ‘suits’… But did I say anything about it? Naaa, I let it ride… but fast forward to after your time off when you were in Canada, fast forward to when you came back and weren’t gift wrapped a title shot… You reverted back to that same crying infant each and every week, well… each and every week you decided to make a comment that is…”
Talon shakes his head, almost empathetically.
Talon, “Ronnie, you really hurt my feelings… you see, I never once claimed to not respect you, not in our first match when you won because Nightwolf got me disqualified… not when you defeated me to win your first Ring Master… not when I made you “throw in the towel” on my way to winning Ring Master a year later, and not whenever this “phantom” “submission win” of yours happened. I always thought of you as a peer, not a superior, but never did I think of you as a lackey, until they day my eyes were opened as to the real “big picture” where I saw my future fall into place. That was the day I looked at the past few years and saw you for what you really where, and still are today apparently… an ingrate, a self-entitled underachiever, a pseudo-warrior, and above all else… you are just another in a long list of people who were unable to fulfill their potential without someone like ME being there to hold your hand and walk you to the promise land…”
Talon smirks as his tone continues to fluctuate between irritation and revelation.
Talon, “Look at the facts, since my arrival here four years ago now, I was the one to validate anyone of importance! Look at Logan, who I guided from lost rookie in the airport in Alaska to now potential All Star Champion… then you have Eddie who has run away from his problems now that I’m not there to show him how to be a winner… When I began to guide Eddie he was just a malcontent punk who was mad that HWA wasn’t giving him a real shot. He jobbed out to Buff, he lost to Parker, he lost to Ronnie, and he lost to Dredge, then after I started to let some of my greatness rub off on him, he sky rocketed, and it was indeed me who lifted him to super stardome when I defeated him in that epic Ring Master finale. His only HWA world title was because I let him win it, his only claim to resurrected fame since then was ME and the nWo, which was all my doing… Next on that list is you Ronnie, you’re fate in HWA was tied to mine ever since I talked you back into the company after your contract expired and you “walked away” for about three months. After my compelling “we’ll miss you speech” people reacted by suddenly caring about Ronnie McNeil again, and you never once said thank you. I pushed you to the top by bringing you into the nWo, it was all me, I told Senester to arrange your victory… you think your dealings with him were what got you there? Ronnie, we used you like a grocery bag, you were but a vessel… That’s why when Eddie wanted to kick you out of the NWO so he could pursue the title, I saved your ass and that’s something you didn’t know until just now… but look at it Ron, I am the reason, the soul reason, that you are where you are and not running around crying in some other second rate hell hole! ”
Talon pauses but then looks at the camera as he sits at the edge of the couch.
Talon, “So, I know whats going through all of your little pea brains… ‘Talon, you didn’t make Hans…’ but that is where you are all wrong… Look at Hans’ reign as world champion. Wins over Fallen, Grunge, AV, Anton, Davis, Draconis, Gabriel, …and that’s about it right? But that’s when my validation skills once again made their presence felt. Hans, when we stepped into the ring against each other it was your first REAL challenge as champion, and even though Senester told me that for our plans to truly work, I had to let you go over at the end, I was able to give you a little bit of a beating at the same time. While I worked the “I’m in the spotlight division” bit and played the fan’s heartstrings like a Fender Strat, I also finally cemented you a “legitimist” world Champion… Deny it ‘til the cows come home, but deep down, you know that it’s the cold, hard, truth; and all of this came into the grand scheme of what Senester and I had formulated oh so long ago. Hans, you’re validation was to build Ronnie’s spirits to a point that he may actually feel like he accomplished a feat in re-acquiring the championship, which only served as a platform for him to fall from when I finally stepped into the light as who I really am.”
Talon stands up from the couch and walks to the large glass wall that overlooks LA.
Talon, “I am God’s true Reflection of Perfection, and I am the next World Heavyweight Champion… Heavy is the head that wears the crown McNeil, you can say whatever you like about how you feel about me, but now that I am allowed to be myself, and really speak my mind, I have to tell you one thing…”
Talon pauses, placing his hand on the window before turning back to the camera.
Talon, “You are no match for me. My true initiative, my true potential, and my true supremacy will finally be unveiled at Helloween Harvest, and while being the World Champion isn’t why I want to put you in your place, holding the belt again will be a very nice cherry on top, if you will… Hans may give you credit as being the best technical wrestler in HWA, or the world, but I refuse to let his words speak for my own. Your skills are not what they were before, no matter how much you try to point out my flaws, you will never really be ‘flawless’, you are no angel, you are no saint, but you really are an Enigma… you are a contradictory person, you contradict yourself at every corner, at every intersection of your life. You are nothing to me, not anymore, you’ve been far too complacent for far too long, and it is just a matter of time, championship or not, before you slip back into that wishy-washy Buff Bridges status of another former main eventer who is now a come-as-you-please entitled waste of space…”
Talon smirks as he removes his hand from the glass, leaving a faint impression on the clear wall as he chuckles to himself deviously.
Talon, “Now Hans, I know what you’re going to say about all of this babel, you’ll find a way to pick at it and do your stop and go critic so that you can meet your quotas for the company, all the while you’ll be thinking of a way to bring me into the same light as Ronnie, but you will fail to remember that everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, I have done in this ring, on these TVs, or for this company over the past two years has been well thought out… from no-showing, to jobbing out to you, and especially my time ‘battling’ to get free from the Spotlight division… So say what you want about me being hypocritical or maybe even ‘full of it’… but you’ve yet to face me in the ring when I wasn’t told I had to let you win… You think you can do your thesaurus recitals and get under my skin? It won’t happen, I’ve severed all ties to carrying about anyone or anything, my single goal in life is to fulfill my prophecy, to see it to its end… to show the world that my end justifies my means… to let my book of revelation be heard by the masses as I explain the true apocalypse… Ronnie, Hans… You stand no chance at walking out of Helloween Harvest as a champion, because the Harvest is bountiful this season, and the Sword of God shall reap the harvest…”
Talon looks at the camera, his expression careless and cold as he rubs a hand across his face…
Talon, “Believe that…”
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