From the opposite side of the building, out of the darkness, walks The Sword of God, the Reflection of Perfection, Talon Wilkinson.
Talon is wearing a black "Tombstone" style frock coat over top of a white dress shirt, with a black tie. His black slacks are held up by a typical black dress belt, and his shoes seem to be typical ritzy loafers. As he approaches, he flashes an evil grin and lets out a deep breath.
Talon, "Ronnie, Hans... in just a few short hours inside this very arena, we will initiate a battle unlike any other. Three former World Champions, fighting for the one championship in this company that we all feel deserving enough to hold... While your attempts to secure the gold for yourselves is obviously futile, you will surly do your best to thwart my accession to glory once more..."
Talon pauses, exhaling another foggy, cold breath.
Talon, "Now you can talk about your disdain for my actions, you can spout off about how I am riding coat tails, and you can harp until the proverbial cows come home about the fact that I haven not held the World championship since 2009, but all of your talking, all of your posturing, and all of your pathetic attempts to stop me, will all cease after tonight. At the end of this evening, it will be I who stands over your beaten and battered bodies as the true champion of HWA, the savior I said I was, the one who will deliver the Hardcore Wrestling Alliance from the state it is in now, and bring it back to the glory of our God... It is up to me to fulfill the Prophecies, it is up to me to carve out my future with the bones of people like you. It is up to me, and me alone, to show our lord that you are all worth saving, as I have tried for the past several years to do... I am the one who cracked the codes, I am the one who understood the message, and it was I who have sacrificed my blood, my sweat, and the blood of my family to better serve this undeserving world."
Talon looks into the camera with an intense stare as he continues, a tear rolling down his cheek as he seems to be shaking slightly.
Talon, "I have done ALL of this for you... Not just you Ronnie, Not just you Hans... but for everyone. I have saved you all from the wrath of our Lord. I have spared you from what would surely be the apocalypse... You should all thank me, you should praise me, you should worship me... but you don't, and you never will... which is why you will all now suffer instead, my wrath... The wrath of the true messiah! The wrath of your savior, who did all this, knowing your faults, and knowing your ingratitude. I saw your imperfections, your flaws, and your wrong doings, and I still did this for you, and for what?! FOR WHAT?!"
Talon's voice conveys his message loudly as he continues to burn a whole in the camera with his gaze.
Talon, "...I'll tell you what... I did all this for you to simply spit in my face and crucify me... You will all pay for your transgressions, and I will be the one to reconcile you... I am the Sword of God, I am the new conveyor of the Word, and I am the Reflection of Perfection...
Ronnie, I will take back my championship tonight, and Herr Hans... You would best be advised to stay out of my way."
Talon turns his back to the camera and steps back into the darkness of the night as the fans outside of the arena can be heard as they fill the stadium.
Talon, "Ich werde Sie bald Baron sehen. Wir werden bald die Prophezeiungen erfüllen."
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