He is still wearing black slacks and a loosely worn dress shirt as he walks past a beautiful rose bush.
As the camera approaches, he looks up at it and lets out a light chuckle before squinting his eyes slightly, peering into the camera.
Talon, “Ronnie I was going to tell the camera crew here that they could continue to air what happened after I left Courtney in the Towers, but then I realized that for this message to really sink in, I had to do this the right way... No need for trying to talk to you during my day to day activity, it's time to tell you how it is..."
A slight pause is all that is mustered before Talon continues.
Talon, "If you wanted the full brunt of my wrath, you need only ask… You see, life has always come first in my eyes. It did before Senester entered my life, it did while he battled for my soul, and it has ever since he and I decided to put our plans into full effect some two years ago… So I apologize if I didn’t put you down as much as you expected. ”
As the savior of the world walks through the garden, he replays the little episode of earlier in his head and smiles.
Talon, “If you really want to know why I haven’t had ‘anything new’ to say to or about you “champ”, well you really need not look any further than your reflection. Ronnie, you’ve been the same on-again off-again, manic-depressant raised on the streets to become a somewhat ghetto-fabulously sophisticated hood rich hard ass… When everyone in the company has pointed out your flaws, your weakness, and the fact that it took a mass exile of over half of the main event talent for you to even sniff the position you are in right now, it gets hard to set aside time out of my busy schedule to write down some sort of new ‘dig’ to make at you… I don’t have the time or desire to go get all “get rich or die tryin” on you with some sudden barrage of slang and ganster-isms to make myself sound like I ‘Go Hard’ or HAM, or whatever the term is today since Soulja boy tell em’ dropped a new song… but I’m sure you can fire up some little piece here or there to go ahead and bring the noise.”
Talon continues to move through the garden while he speaks directly to Ronnie through his message.
Talon, “So Ron, while you sit and say ‘you aint nuthin cause you aint got nothin’ new to say’ …just think of the last person to say that, it was Hans… and I believe he was saying it to you… albeit with a slightly more grammatically correct overtone. How did that end up Ronnie-Mac? Just because I haven’t dropped a verbal JDAM on you, suddenly means that I am not the best in this business today? You’ve suddenly drank enough of the old Kool-aid that you really believe that you are deserving of that World Championship? Please Ronnie…. Look at the state of the HWA… look at what you have done. Since I made the underground push for you to win the championship, you’ve become the poster boy of the HWA, but what has happened to the HWA? The roster has given up, the sponsors don’t want to endorse a product that boasts a guy like you as the “best”… and worse still, when I defeat you, and Ronnie, Make no mistake about it, I won’t just beat you, I will out class you in every aspect of the event. There will be hardly anyone left to try to step up and take it from me. Ronnie, you and I could damn well be locked in this futile battle far longer than even you can think of something “new” to break out and say to me… God forbid that you become a hypocrite, yet again…”
Talon pauses, shaking his head in disappointment.
Talon, “You see, this was so much more fun when you and I pretended to respect one another… You remember those days? We sat in a bar in Houston, drinking nice alcohol and complimenting each other on our strong suits… There was also a time where you walked out of the company, blaming a “contract dispute” as the reason, and who was the only person who stood up and wished you good luck on your next step in your career? That was me. I gave you that nice 15 minute send of… and ever since then, I have been the one who has ended every video, interview, or promo relating to you with your old “believe that” moniker. Just to remind you of that day… After that, who brought you back onto the HWA TVs? Remember that? That was me as well… I brought you in, let you pitch that little mid west gig to me, and then I brought you back into the real pros… but you never said thank you, you just did your typical entitled act where you walk around with your nose turned up like you were some sort of royalty, all the while setting the stage for this moment... The moment that I lift you into the air and drive you, back first, into the mat with the Vertigo. If that isn’t enough, you can try your Flashing Lights, you can go for that Long Kiss Goodnight, but it will all be rendered useless when I flip the Killswitch, and Ronnie… you know damn well that you will not kick out…”
Talon walks over to an alter-like fountain in the center of the gardens, he leans over it and continues on.
Talon, “Ronnie, If I’ve said the same old-same old, then turn the page, flip the channel, or go deal with yet another soap opera turn in your life with that f*cked up family of yours… but you see, King Kong, he was dead in the end, and I am a hell of a lot more deadly than “beauty,” you can make little analogies, you can throw out some hip new slogan, or you can just revert back to what you did before this ‘new’ page, before you were champion, and just sit there and b*tch and complain about how the HWA doesn’t give you a fair shot; but at the end of the day, you are soon going to see that all your tit-for-tat non-sense, all your trying to pull that thug punk-out attempts, and all your baby-brother drama was nothing but contractual air waive filler… You know you aren’t capable of going head to head with me… Don’t try it Ronnie, you won’t like where it goes… You are doing all of the cliché things Ronnie, digging your grave, walking the fine line, going in over your head, but whichever you choose; it all points back to the same COLD, HARD, FACTS… Ronnie McNeil… I am the Reflection of Perfection… and I am BETTER than You.”
Talon turns his back and walks out of the gardens as the scene fades to black.
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