A man not seen within these walls in over three years pulls up to the front door of the massive compound in a 2010 Lamborghini Reventón Roadster and parks right at the front steps. He steps out, black slacks, black boots, and a black hoodie with the script “A” on it. The man has shades on and the hood is on his head, so you can’t really tell who he is, but you watch him walk up to the large manor-style doors and pull out a key. He steps over to the security keypad and punches in a code, then places his key in the slot and turns it…and the doors open right up.
The man walks in, and as he walks in, seeing sights he hadn’t seen since he once lived within these walls, he happens upon a punishment session in progress. An elder taskmaster who recognizes the man takes a step back and nods, the yet unknown man nods back in acknowledgement. The unknown man continues to walk until he reaches his intended destination. He pops open the cover that reveals thumbprint access pad, and places his right thumb upon it. The door unlatches, and the man enters the room...the inner sanctum of one lord Senester. The man closes the door behind him, and upon seeing that Senester isn’t inside, decides to take a seat behind the massive control station...the throne, so to speak.
I’ve spent many a night and day within these walls, and more importantly, in this room, Talon. I’ve sat right there, in that chair, going over plans with Senester, truly his right hand man. Have you been in here, where your fearless leader does his innermost thinking and planning? I would guess not, since my thumbprint still opens the door. Normally when he gets a new right hand, he erases all access from the previous one, but as you can see, I’m here, and no alarms have or will sound off. But debating my access to this place isn’t why I’m here. I’m here for reasons that are above your pay grade.
Human beings in a mob...
We are all human. That’s a fact. Some of us are blessed with more gifts and talent than others, but in the end, the same thing that can kill one of us can kill us all. You are nothing special Talon. That much I have proven to you both in camaraderie and competition. At your brightest and at your darkest, I’ve been better than you. I’ve beaten you in a fair fight, and I’ve beaten you when you’ve had all the advantages. I didn’t ask for Hans to be put into the middle of our battles, your Lord did that for you. He never needed to stack the deck for me when I stood by his side, yet all he’s done is give you chances at what is mine. How many times will you fail before he decides that you are no longer worthy of his presence? Where will you be then Talon?
What’s a mob to a king?
The mob that is HWA has been crying out for leadership. True, Senester owns HWA, but he leads more by fear than respect. The roster and staff need a man that they can feel good about, that they can look to in their deepest, darkest moments, and see that man as their inspiration. People want leadership, Talon, and in the absence of genuine leadership, they'll listen to anyone who steps up to the microphone. They want leadership. They're so thirsty for it they'll crawl through the desert toward a mirage, and when they discover there's no water, they'll drink the sand. That’s what you are Talon…just sand that has been taken in and spit out by the mob, unworthy of their favor and praise. So you turn to the one they fear most in order to gain the credibility you feel you need in order to be the leader they need. Too bad that all your efforts will be in vain, because while you were you were off trying to prepare to stand in the gap, a better man took the power away from you and made it his own. You’re no leader Talon, and you’re certainly no king, no matter what you think you are.
What’s a king to a god?
What is Talon Wilkinson to Senester anyway? Are you a man who’s truly worthy of standing by the “almighty” Senester, or are you just the next temporary “chosen one”? Will that perceived dark energy that radiates from these towers actually help you against one whom has walked these halls? You don’t know a third of what I know about this place. Truth be told, you’re not ready for what Senester really has to offer…you’re still too caught up in the carnal pleasures and meaningless trinkets your newfound status has allowed you to obtain...like that Bugatti you just ruined a man’s life for…all because little Talon didn’t want anyone to touch his little toy. That’s why you’re so hot for me right now Talon, because I took away something of yours, and won’t let you have the one thing you want more than life itself...my World Heavyweight Championship. ..that and that Lambo Reventón outside that only 19 other people can say they’ve driven, let alone owned.
What’s a god to a non-believer?
Talon, I am the non believer. I don’t believe in you. And if you honestly forced him to admit it, Senester doesn’t believe in you. You know as well as I do that Senester has absolute control about who can view, let alone enter this compound. You have access to it now. I’ve had it for 4 years. So did Buff, Butch, Dredge and Hans. Each of us has given himself over to Senester to do his bidding at one time or another. Each of us has stood as his right hand. We six form one of the most exclusive clubs in all of wrestling. Yet of the previous five before you, only Hans and I remain. Butch was left a broken shell of a man, his seeds forever banished from him. Buff was left down in Nawlins’ a broken man, and hasn’t been seen by human eyes since. Dredge is “dead”. You want to know the truth Talon? The God-honest truth? I don’t think you can handle it, but ima tell you anyway, because you need to hear it.
Everyone that stood where you now stand had to sacrifice something near and dear to their hearts as their price to pay for the power of the position...except me. Buff sacrificed his career, his fame, and his mind with the myriad of concussion like symptoms he suffers from. Butch sacrificed his children, his sister and nephew, and his body. Dredge sacrificed his sanity, and eventually, his “life”. Hans sacrificed his brother and his best friend, and you’ve sacrificed your whole family to this point. Me...I lost nothing, but I gained the whole world. I’m the only one who walked through the hell of these towers and walked out clean. I took the lessons of the “master” and made my own empire. Everyone Senester chooses, he eventually uses up and tosses away, except me. He is playing you, just like he played all of them. For all of his “infinite wisdom”, he never realized that I was playing him....that I used him to get the things I wanted, and then I left him. His hateful words and desire to crush everything that is me is borne from this fact. He sounds like a jilted ex-lover the way he comes at me, and I dismiss him and his words as such. All you are is the physical conduit for his scorn Talon. But I guess as long as you can drive the fast cars, sleep with slores at your disposal, and have the illusion of power, that’s OK with you.
Truth be told Talon...I used you too. I used you as the conduit back to the top, because I knew that once we hooked up it would come to this point. I told you that I still have full access to this place, and I knew his plans for you before even you knew them. I took that knowledge and used it, and you to get my World Heavyweight Championship. You can spout off all the false numbers about merchandising and ratings you like, but if that were the case, he would have stripped me like he did Derrick Hall when he held the gold because he wasn’t worthy. Truth is, I move merchandise just like you, and I have the fat merchandising check every month to prove it. HWA kills everything in its time slot, and segments that I’m in rival NFL rating numbers…but all those things are rather meaningless in the grand scheme of things. They don’t make nor define a man. The heat of battle does, and we’ve been there before, haven’t we, dear Talon?
So after Fatality, cry your teams on the mausoleum floor as your blood will stain the Colosseum doors. This time around will not be a competition based in respect, but in hate. This will be war, and I’m not going to hold back. You can’t beat me clean, and you know it...and better than that, your boss knows it too. You may think you rule the mob because they can’t compete with you. Senester rules you because you can’t compete with him. And I rule Senester because I don’t believe in anything about him or anything he controls, which first and foremost includes you...
Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a wannabe king?
Nothing
What's a king to a god?
His playtoy
What's a god to a non-believer who don't believe in anything?
My b*tch.
...No Church in the Wild...and no championship for Talon Wilkinson
Believe that...cause that’s the way it is.
Ronnie places his shades back on his face and walks back out of Dark Horse Towers. He takes a look out over the horizon before walking back to his Reventón. Ronnie walks over to the passenger side to knock off a little dust on the window before heading back to the hotel. The camera zooms into the window, and sitting on the seat is the prize that will await the survivor of this war…
…and just like Talon’s hopes of capturing it, gone in the blink of an eye as the Reventón speeds off into the blinding light of the sun.
-verbal slaughter complete-
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