HWA Message Board: Your Ruined Road

"Behold, I send you forth as sheep amidst the wolves." - Matthew 10:16

(Senester): Naturally following the many events of Road to Ruin the media is distributing their abundant ration of inquiries and opinions. Obviously, I am no stranger to controversy… so the barrage of unintelligent, misinformed advances do not warrant my response…immediate or otherwise. I will address those I deem worthy, those which amuse me most, and those I may use to enlighten the surveyor themselves. The world wants to know where is Talon Wilkinson? Why did he not perform at Road to Ruin? Why is he being stripped of his World Heavyweight Championship? What does the future hold for Talon Wilkinson?

I would be more than happy and accurate in providing and explanation. However, with the understanding that you people do not listen to me as you should, I suggest you ask him yourself. At Havoc he will stand before his peers. He will stand before the fans and the men of whom he was their champion, and as others in the media, he will announce his shame as he sets the World Title on the table in shame.

I know you’re watching me little wolf. You rejected me Talon. You turned your back on the single most epic event in your existence, the offer of God’s love. You chose the path of pain instead of that of pleasure. I am not to be dismissed, and for that you have been, and will be made to suffer. It is my turn to reject you. As you sit at home or in some hotel (that you’ve become infamous for,) caressing your gold belt in the last days of your official reign…I want you to recognize your plight, its consequences, and the select few options that I am giving you.

You can leave and let the wrestling world recognized that your HWA tenure in truth amounts merely to an infamously known 15-minutes of fame. Your rocket propelled career that reached the heights of this company has run out of fuel. Leave and be regarded as a fluke winner of Ring Master. Leave and be regarded as a paper champion. Leave and be known for the rest of your mortal life as a flash in the pan. Leave and watch the fans turn against you. Leave and watch us burn every memory of you from t-shirts to videos. But that would be too easy wouldn’t it. Too easy for you. No….no….you’ll stay. Stay Talon as you’ve decided. Stay with the hope that you can rise to the top once again and dispel all critics. Stay so that I may drag you across surfaces you never imagined possible as you cling to that hope. Stay so that I can narrow that light at the end of your tunnel week by week until it barely resembles the circumference of a pin head. Stay that I might savor the taste of your defeat as I have savored the taste of your triumphs.

Some call it vengeful of me to place you in such a situation. They are wrong, for you arrived at this destination by your own accord. You who negotiated a high-priced and beneficial contract with the Circle of Champions. In hindsight, do you really believe that any of them would agree to those terms now? Looking back, can you say to yourself that you deserve it still? You gathered them all on your flying magic carpet, all of the wrestling world and then you yanked the rug out from underneath them. Their feet still planted firmly on the ground and hit with the realization that their magic ride was nothing more than an illusion. This is what I’ve adored about you Talon. This is why I wanted you….Your true nature. You’re a liar. You’re an adulterer. You’re a cheat. You’re a hypocrite. It’s breathtaking really.

Now you come to the masses groveling for support, with your “I need you now more than ever” nonsense. Its pathetic Talon. That is one trait I can do without. It’s utterly wretched to find you begging to the lowest forms of life in these mentally challenged plebeians. And what a story…so it was some doctors orders and a few trainers that completely brought the World Heavyweight Champion, Talon Wilkinson to a complete stop. It was a few men of no physical stature or ability that sent you packing. Who exactly do you expect to believe that you were stopped by a bunch of nobodies? Certainly they gave you their suggestions as those of their profession always do, but the fact of the matter is Talon, you left on your own accord. You see after rising to the top of HWA through the rigors of the ring, through torn and aching muscles, through loss of blood, through physical pain everyday people cannot endure…you’ve proven time and time again that you’ve pushed beyond the boundaries. You’ve carried your body further than you thought it could go. You’ve raised the bar every time, and now you want us to believe that you essentially were forced to limbo under that bar, as if you had no choice. Tsk…Tsk….Tsk….that won’t do. For them perhaps, but not for me.

Your explanation is nothing more than an excuse. I’m not saying you were not injured. I’m not saying you were not 100%. I’m saying that if you wanted to, if you really wanted to you would have went to the ring and defended your title. Just admit it. You wanted to show Eddie who in charge. You wanted to extract just one measure of revenge on him, have him stand around like a fool dangling the missed opportunity I front of him. While it was a very nice move, you forget that it slighted me at the same time. Had you not been so against me Talon, this could have been overlooked. What is one week off for a…… “friend?” Now that double ended sword you decided to wield has cut you as well. You may technically still be in the Circle of Champions, for a week, but you’re not in charge this coming Havoc. You have no power in making matches. That as announced goes to Eddie and AC. Maybe you’ll get your match with Eddie, maybe not, that is up to them. I believe the card has already been sent to the office so we shall soon see.

Oh and before I forget. How was poor Michael’s funeral? How did it feel to bury another “brother” Talon? Maybe I’ll dig him up too and schedule a coming out of retirement match for him and myself…you of course can be my special guest ringside as you were before. Was his ex there…Kate is her name. His mail-order bride to have been? And the boy…what about his bastard son? He has his eyes you know. Infant eyes that watched an event he has no idea of. Watching his old man go to the earth where the maggots rejoice. You think you’re heart is broken over having to give up your gold? No…I haven’t given you heartbreak yet so do not claim it falsely. I hope you looked at whatever tattered pine box they found to put Michael in and it made you realize what you’ve done to me. I hope you realize what you’ve made me do, what you are making me do. You can talk about the Threshold match all you want to but there are no limits in my world Talon, and that is where I will bring you to live. In that you have no choice.