(Julie): Alright, next we have Caroline Trevloski, 24 years old, she is of Polish decent, her family moved to the Chicago region two generations ago, her grandparents are Polish citizens…
Talon nods, giving Julie permission to continue.
(Julie): 5’9 ½”, 130 lbs, 36B, 24 inch waist, 36 inch hips, graduated third in her class from the University of Illinois with a degree in business management and accounting. Currently she is working as a model as well as working for a firm here in Chicago as an accountant.
Talon continues to listen, seemingly interested.
(Julie): She is open to relocating to Los Angeles or New York, and has already signed the waivers necessary to continue on further.
Talon remains silent for a moment, mulling over the bio and the photographs.
(Talon): …She will suffice. Thank you Julie, I can take the rest for now and I will let you know my decisions in the morning. You are free to go.
Julie smiles, her white teeth and blue eyes radiating as she walks over to Talon to give him the rest of the files. As she gets close, Talon looks her in the eyes and grabs her wrist.
(Talon): Julie… you are a very beautiful girl… how would you like to join me after Havoc when I meet with the others? I think you fit the criteria quite nicely.
Julie’s smile widens as she seems overwhelmed with joy.
(Julie): It would be an honor Mr. Wilkinson…
Talon grins slyly as he releases her arm.
(Talon): Very well then, I will see you soon. If you would, inform Michelle of your decision and bring her up to speed with your job so that she can take over duties for the next city.
(Julie): Yes my lord. Thank you.
Julie walks away from the shot as Talon flips through another folder, checking out the women of the Chicago area who entered into the Dark Horse sponsored “Competition”.
As Talon flips through the folder, the door to his room opens and a figure walks into the shot.
(Senester): I see things are moving along in the "contest." Unfortunately, we are under a more observant eye these days or this issue would be facilitated with a much more direct approach.
(Talon): It is but a mere inconvenience, and once these legal issues are resolved, we can move things along faster. The screening process has actually been fun though. It is comical at times to see some of these women who think they are "Perfect"
(Senester): Indeed. Speaking of those who fancy themselves in some superior fashion, we have business to discuss. These women are a mere side-mission. Do not take your eye off your primary objective. There are things at work against us and it not a time to falter.
Talon nods as he sets the folders down.
(Talon): I understand. I am focused on Havoc, and I am looking forward to getting my hands on that clown Mercury... Have you found a way to deal with Logan?
(Senester): The prosecution is keeping fairly tight lipped, and our defense is concentrating on preparing the cross examination. I will deal with this Logan situation personally. He has become softened by your siblings wilds, she may be just the bargaining chip we need to get exactly what we want from him.
(Talon): We'll see, she has always been his biggest weakness. Are you sure you do not want me to handle him? I would love nothing more than to break his neck after the past year we have had.
(Senester): You aren't finished with him yet I assure you. That time is going to come, but for now we must align the pawns on the chess board and put them properly into play. Right now your focus is McNeil. I want the World Title back where it belongs and you will bring it. No more distractions, no more interruptions, get it done. Break his spirit and when he has nothing left, when there is no light left at the end of his tunnel, when the last shred of self-righteousness has wizened on the vine of his legacy...leave him laying and take the gold.
Talon's lips curl back as he smiles wickedly. He lets out a slight laugh as he nods.
(Talon): McNeil will see a light at the end of the tunnel, but it will not be the end, and the light of day, it will be the speeding freight train that is "Perfection" coming his way. I'll deal with Mercury and his irrelevant mind games and pranks at Havoc and when i have left him drowning in his own blood, I will let Ronnie know that he has not gotten rid of me yet. I may have let him slide and dance with Maniac, but he will know that he is on borrowed time.
Senester looks fondly at Talon, stroking a tendril of his hair.
(Senester): The life of luxury and resource suits you well.
He backhands him knocking him out of his seat and stands over him looking down at him as Talon looks on in shock.
(Senester): But never forget why I chose you. You are not here for leisure, nor did you come this way by it. I don't want your words, I want your actions. I want the fervence from once when you counted me your enemy. Do not grow too comfortable and neglect sustainability as a key to our success. McNeil has made a fool of you for months and come to me with "he's on borrowed time." I suggest you reassess your plan of action and turn it into a plan of attack. We will not be made to run around in circles chasing our tales, we are the ones who make others jump through those hoops. This is greatness, this is power, this is what you lack and at Havoc this is what you and I will bring forth. You cannot leave ashes, in your wake if you don't control the fire to burn your enemies.
Talon pops tall, a fire ignited in his eyes as he steps close to Senester.
(Talon): You don't have to remind me, I've watched for the wrong side of six months as McNeil has walked around claiming to be the best in this industry, he's gotten over on me, but he then parades himself out there to say that he made a fool of me, you say he's made a fool of me?... No, not once. In the witches brew match, Hans was a factor and that cost me that match when Ronnie stole the glove you had provided, but he did not embaras me that night. He simply got over. When I had him beat in our next match and he managed to squeak by with a win, again he did not make a fool of me, he simply squeeked by and got over. McNeil is nothing more than a fluke champion. He has won matches and gotten over, but he is nothing more than a man playing against a significantly weak field. Who, other than myself has posed a true threat to him? No one. Hans has not had his head in the game for some time now and not even you know where he is or what he is doing. Eddie ran away with his imaginary friend, and Maniac will never really be "that guy" he doesn't have what it takes. the fact of the matter is, that unless you decide that you want to beat McNeil yourself, I am the only true threat to that championship, and at Havoc, I will show that I am truely more than a threat, I am the next world heavyweight champion, and once I dispose of this fool Mercury, I will stop at NOTHING and I mean NOTHING, to insure that McNeil's championship hopes die...
Talon pauses, his frustration continuing to pour.
(Talon): McNeil tried to pass off that he can infiltrate Dark Horse towers, he tried to pass off that he can out smart and out think you, and he's tried to pass off that he is a credible world champion, but one thing he will not pass off, is that he is better than The Reflection of Perfection. I've had it up to here with McNeil's weak words and false bravado. He can quote all the rap songs he wants, but after Havoc he will have no words to hide behind. He will quickly realize that its over.
Senester steps closer to Talon, face to face and nose to nose. He can feel the hot hair rushing from Talon's nostrils and the glare in his eyes.
(Senester): Welcome back...I've missed you!
He steps back, placing his arms behind him and walking over to the window.
(Senester): Hans...he is a difficult situation, but make no mistake he is not in hiding. He must come to me, and when he has stomached the swallowing of his pride he will do so in time. As far as Maniac goes, he is more capable than you give him credit for, there are reasons you both stand beside me being fully aware of your shall we call it "competitive nature" towards one another. Those reasons are my own. In the end...Hans, Logan, McNeil, this Judas nuisance and anyone else who thinks of getting in my way, in our way...are more than welcome to try. There is a lot going on behind the curtain these days, so much more for me to share with you that must be done in the order of time, revelations, boundaries you can't imagine Talon. A few more obstacles in our way and all will be as it should.
Talon nods, his aggression still showing as he eyes remain wide as he losen's his tie.
(Talon): Understood...
(Senester): In the meantime, I leave you to your "contest." Given the wide range of applicants I am curious to see your ultimate selections. I'll see you for dinner this evening and we can discuss another matter regarding the Tag Team Championship that may be of interests.
Senester takes a casual glance at the desk, to the tons of headshots and photos. He curls his lips in general disgust before exiting the room.
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