Barracks Square...one of the many beautiful sights to see in Perth. Located alongside the Swan River, it's a great place to enjoy some of the best eateries and stores that the city has to offer...or if you're Ronnie McNeil, a lovely place to get in an evening run before going out with the wife later on tonight. As we come across our man, he is running along the path closest to the river, with the Swan Bells in eyesight. He checks his watch, sees a place to sit and relax for a second near the bells, and takes a seat, seemingly deep in thought, before speaking.


Two minds, joined as one.


The cold, calculating, somewhat friendly dominant man you see before you....


....and the evil, sadistic, seemingly uncontrollable demon within me.


It's a battle I've been trying to fight within myself ever since this match was announced. Talon may very well be the only man I respect in the entire company. We've had matches together that have blown the roof off of buildings, only to see them ended by means other than righteous ones, save for the epic match that was Ringmaster 2008. BUt those days are a far cry from where we are today.

Ronnie stands up, and walks over towards the Swan Bells, and comes to a stop directly in front of the structure, He takes out his iPod Touch, checks it to make sure he still has battery life left, and continues

Today, Talon is the man, and I'm just one of many nipping at his heels. Close enough to see, yet far enough to not be able to touch....but that changes at Havoc. At Havoc, we stand nose to nose, creating another chapter in our story. One that has been written with the spirit of friendship and legendary competition. However, the evil inside me wants me to make a statement at Havoc...but I'm not sure that I want to. I want to just have a great match with the champ and defeat him. But right now, I'm not sure that's possible. I'm not sure that is what the plan should be. I can't promise you anything more than that you and I will put on another five star instant classic of a match. Beyond that, all bets are off. See you at Havoc, old friend.

Ronnie looks at his watch again, hits a button on it, and jogs off into the setting Australian sun, as the scene fades...

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