The light rises in the shot, revealing Talon standing in front of the camera holding the HWA World Heavyweight Championship in plain view.
"We did battle, and it was the epic we both admitted it would be. The wrestling scholars may look back on this time as the dark ages for the HWA, but our match, and the intensity that fueled it can not be denied its due respects...
...but with that being said, I am sorry to inform all of you out there, that I am once again back on top of the world. I, the Reflection of Perfection. The SERAPHIM,am once again World Heavyweight Champion. It took two and a half years, but here I stand. Completing a chapter in my life and moving one step closer to fulfilling my true purpose."
Talon pauses, glancing sideways at the camera.
"Psalms 37:23, The steps of man are ordered of God. Never have words been more true, and you shall soon see this come to fruition...
Job 5:17-18, God wounds then He makes whole. I was wounded, and for the past two years I felt that I was dying, becoming a shadow, yet the Lord hath healed me and made me whole again. The World heavyweight Championship around my waist fills the final void, and I am now ready to pursue other means... You all forget that I am the gateway, the only true way to salvation flows in my veins, so drink of me, accept me, and open your hearts to my words, and you shall be spared and blessed upon the coming apocalypse. The tides have shifted, and the flock has strayed, yet the Lord implores me to tend his flock and rally the stays, bringing them home once again."
Talon pauses and takes a deep breath, a slight smile coming across his face.
"Isaiah 26:9... When the Lord's judgments come upon the earth, the people of the world learn righteousness... I am the Lord's judgement, I am the Michael Sword, and I am the gateway. For the non-believers, the infidels among us, I beg you to repent and accept your only chance for salvation. Come into the house of God, and fall on your face before him. Plead your case for mercy and perhaps you shall be spared...
On Havoc I will be celebrating my championship victory, yet I am sure someone will do the predictable and play games and make claims at my championship. Judas, Buff, Deas... its all the same, the numbers are small, so I know that unless a body from the grave is risen, my next challenge will come in the form of one of four men... a pity, because there is no one else here who can claim to be the Sword of the Lord.
My 'contest' will soon come to a conclusion, and my plans will flourish, until then... Repent, Accept me as your personal savior, and perhaps, I will see you... on the other side."
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