The camera is inside of Talon's locker room, a lavishly outfitted luxury room complete with leather couch, computer access, and a mini bar. The sound of water pounding on tile flooring can be heard as steam billows out from around a corner... the camera eases into the bathroom area, were the steam is even denser. The sound of moaning echos inside of the room as the camera gets closer to the shower...
The camera turns the corner and finds Talon with a female companion. The two are completely disrobed, with the blonde girl pressed against the tile wall, the water beating down on her as Talon kisses her deeply, his hands roaming her body assertively...
The camera looks on... After a moment, the blonde opens her eyes and sees the camera staring at her.
She squirms away from Talon, cover herself quickly.
girl, "Oh my god!"
Talon nonchalantly looks over his broad shoulder at the camera and rolls his eyes.
Talon, "Don't mind them... its inevitable"
Girl, "I can't be seen on TV! Not like this! My parents, they'd kill me! I'm a catholic..."
Talon again simply shakes his head in an almost inconvenienced manor as he waves her off as if she were a fly. The girl runs off camera and gets dressed to leave as Talon turns around, tilting his head back under the hot steaming water from the shower head. The camera avoids looking below his waistline for the sanctity of the censors as he rinses himself before looking at the camera, stepping forward, allowing the water to continue to beat his back as he speaks in his un-caring, self righteous tone.
Talon, “…Well done Ronnie… well done….”
Talon takes a moment and spits a stream of water from his mouth as he continues.
Talon, “You live to fight another day as World Heavyweight Champion, but that is all you accomplished tonight. You have not demoralized me, you have not hurt me, and you have not done a single thing to convince me that you are a deserving wearer of that championship gold. You should be thanking Herr Hans for your victory, because without him and his timely blockbuster, the world title would be resting in my possession right now. My plan was foiled when you used my glove against me, but that is ok… I did calculate into my equations that you may in fact pull out a victory since the Baron would indeed be involved in the affair, but I had anticipated victory… but I digress... McNeil, you feel as though you are a true champion, and I cannot help you on that front. You are more delusional than I was when I was first in your shoes two years ago. You see, wearing the championship after hollow victory means nothing. As much as it may seem like you are more of a champion than Hans was, you are not. You are simply a vessel whose sole purpose is to deliver that championship to me… and if you elect to do so voluntarily, I will assure you that you and your family will be spared when my judgments are reined by our Lord in the coming days. Ronnie, it irks me to see that it has come to this, but if you continue to struggle and resist the inevitable, then I will have no other choice but to make an example of you, as was made of Michael, as was made of Butch… Ronnie, do not be a hero, you never have been one, you never wanted to be one either… we all know that, you are as much an “anti-hero” as a guy like Eddie is a glory/fame #####. So why stand up now and try to fight the obvious losing war? …I’d still stand beside you and fight any day, but I know you will not see the true light and side with me one final time, so I will not even make you the offer… You have said how you feel about me, and I have accepted that, and I have forgiven you, as I am supposed to do, but you see, you are nearing the lines of the deadly sins, and that line is one that once crossed, you will never be forgiven in my eye. So continue to try and run… try to hide, or try to fight… all three scenarios end the same Ronnie… You know it, and you ‘believe that’ …Look deep inside, do a 45 minute inner monolog and then see that there is no winning this battle… you and I are on a collision course once more it seems, but this time, there will be no rubber buffer between you and the fire, not a glove, and not Hans… You’re fate will be in my hands, and that is a very deadly place to be right now… Rest up champ, because this is not over… it is just the beginning… ”
Talon turns his back to the camera and finishes his shower as the scene fades temporarily…
…moments later the shot returns with Talon, now (thankfully) fully clothed. He is wearing a solid white suite, the only thing not white are his black shoes. He walks out of his locker room and toward the parking area where he is quickly halted by a group of reporters who are still muddling around the arena looking for exclusives. Talon looks at them with a cold gaze as he continues to walk but stops as he nearly runs into the first reporter.
Reporter, “Mr. Wilkinson, what do you have to say about losing your match tonight to Mr. McNeil?”
Talon looks at him blankly, almost as if in another world all together as he brushes past him but is halted by the next reporter.
Reporter 2, “What do you have to say about the imposter Ally and Logan’s attack on you after the main event tonight?”
Talon continues on with his “other dimension” stare as he remains silent and again pushes past the reporter, finally he stops again as a female reporter gets in his path.
Reporter 3, “Talon…” She smiles seductively, seemingly yearning for his attention. “What are your plans moving forward? …and are you going to return to New York, or are you a permanent resident now of Dark Horse Towers?”
Talon’s expression never changes and he continues walking, but after a second he turn around and faces the reporters who continue to trail him. His tone is a low growl and his eyes seem almost black as he sneers at them.
Talon, “If I wished for you to know these things I would have already summoned you and told you how I felt… You pestilent swine are of no importance to me, I do not need you to ask me questions so that my opinion can be heard on an open forum, if I wish to convey a message, I need but speak and the masses shall here me. You pathetic vultures are but a nuisance to me, and if you continue to follow me, you will surely regret the decision, I will only say this once… I am not going to answer your questions unless I summon you for an interview. Now leave, NOW!”
The two male reporters, and several others who did not ever ask a question flee in various directions like cockroaches as Talon turns and continues to walk toward the exit, as he walks, the sound of high heels continues to “clack” behind him. He turns around and sees the female reporter still following him, the same yearning look in her eyes. Talon looks at her, up and down a sick smirk coming across his face as she steps closer to him, but before she can speak, Talon grabs her by the throat and lifts her off her feet and putting her against the wall.
Talon, “I told you, I’d not warn you twice…”
The reporter struggles to breath, but something in her face catches Talon’s eye…
He lets out a quiet sadistic laugh as he looks into her eyes…
Talon, “…You’re aroused by this? …you are a twisted one aren’t you? …you enjoy this type of behavior…”
Talon releases her and smirks once again as she bites her bottom lip and adjusts her skirt and blouse.
Talon, “What do you want?”
The reporter looks up at him with her “doe eyes” as she replies, licking her lips.
Reporter 3, “…I want to give myself to you…”
Talon nods as he continues to inspect her.
Talon, “Are you willing to accept me as your personal savior? To lead you from the dark and into the light. Are you willing to drink of my blood and eat my flesh so that you may indeed be delivered from your future in hell and be saved, accepted by our father, our lord, and brought into the holy land upon judgment and the apocalypse?”
The reporter seems memorized and infatuated as she drops to her knees and nods.
Talon glares over at the camera as he grabs her by the back of the head/hair and pulls her to her feet.
Talon, “Then come… come with me, I shall deliver you on this night…”
Talon walks out of the arena exit with the reporter in tow, they enter his Bugatti Veyron and the car speeds off into the darkness as the scene fades to black.
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