The morning after...and yet another hollow feeling consumes Ronnie after last night's match. He sits on the dais in his hotel suite, looking on the internet, checking college b'ball scores.

I hurt a little...

I bleed a little...

...but this is what I expected.

I expected to lose last night.

Not that Hans could ever hope to actually pin me...but there was always the out that Buff would be the one to take the fall. And so that's how things went down. So be it.


So now, while one door temporarily closes, another one opens...a match with the World champ...albeit one in transition, through no fault of his own. Looks like I'm being summoned to do some committee dirty work....work Talon over so they can take his belt from him. I'm not sure if that's what I want to happen...not sure if I want to be used like that.

...but then again, I'm left in a position of having something more to prove. Such the dilemma...such a dilemma.

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