HWA Message Board: It's Ok.....I Still Love You!

""A shameless woman shall be counted as a dog; but she that is shamefaced will fear the Lord." (Eccles.26:25)

(Senester): Exactly how many do you have left Talon? Straws that is. It’s obvious you’ve been grasping at them since Road to Ruin, and the announcement of your fall from grace. Perhaps you may not be a trick pony, but you are correct in one thing, you are a workhorse and labor you shall at my very command. I do believe your temperature is rising dear Talon. I never said anything about you being a fluke, or a flash in the pan. I’ve merely remarked on the commentary of others, and proposed their opinions. Their opinions are not my opinions. Why must you persist in assaulting me when I am still the only friend you have? I’m not going to sugarcoat the facts for you. I’m not going to drizzle honey on my tongue when I speak. You should appreciate me more than this.

Why wasn’t the COC involved in the decision to strip you of the title, you ask? They didn’t need to be, it’s that simple. Would an official vote make you feel better Talon? Would going around the table one last time cement reality for you with a clarification that vindicates the motion and removes it from my hands alone, divided into equal parts amongst us? Naturally you’d vote for yourself, but do you wonder if Eddie would have voted in your favor? What about AC James? You know the answers there….two resounding “No’s.” Perhaps Logan would find pity on you, so there you’d have at least two votes, his and your own. What about my Baron? Hans is a stickler for formality you know, so even if the two of you have made amends it is highly likely that he will vote in favor of general policy, after all right is right. You see I’ve saved us all the time. I’ve skipped the annoying charade, the prelude to the inevitable end. You’ve disappointed the fans once already, why bother building their hopes up for a COC meeting when the end is so predictable.

Boast all you like about your victory last July at Declarations. I admit that I lost the match, but unlike you and others so eager for the checkmarks next to their name, in regards to the win and loss columns…matches mean little to me. What are you expecting? Some maniacal temper tantrum about the pain of your “Affliction?” Did it hurt? Indeed. For the 14lbs of pressure necessary to break any bone in the human body, I dare say you attempted to draw marrow. We shall meet again one-on-one, and since you are so adamant about those columns and their checkmarks I’ll give you one on the “loss” side, because you won’t defeat me again. In any case that is aside from our primary discussion, is it not?

I’m remembering why I liked you so much. You’re so adorable. So cute as you scamper about trying to make sense of it all. Trying to save the weight and virtue of the name you’ve worked so diligently to obtain. Listen to you Talon…”My soul, my spirit, my will, drive, determination, flawless execution, and my remarkable instincts…” Goosebumps I tell you….goosebumps! I can’t wait to see you try to win it back. I can’t wait to see the workshorse run as fast as he can to catch up, to stay ahead of the others. I can’t wait for the photo finish. Will it be by a nose? Will it be by a hair? Or will it even be at all?

Call me what you will, point the finger, and place all of the blame upon me, I can take it. You may bend me every once in a while, but I am beyond your ability to break. Oh, and do send your lovely sister my regards. If I am to understand the latest locker room whispers…I do believe I heard that her panties smell like lavender detergent. I commend her. You know…cleanliness is next to Godliness.