...Tucson, Arizona

The scene opens with a shot of the sun bearing down on the city during yet another hot desert day. The camera remains still as the shot rapidly progresses to the evening...





as the night sky consumes the vast view of the desert city, the camera zooms slowly toward a large hotel... The Hilton to be precise. Outside of the Hilton is a 1993 Nissan 300Zx twin turbo, the car is in immaculate condition. The camera watches the Z as the drivers side door opens and out steps the former World Champion, Talon Wilkinson. Talon is dressed in dark blue jeans, a tight fitting black polo with small horizontal white stripes, and a pair of black aviators handing from the neck of his shirt.

Talon closes the suicide door and grabs his bags as he walks into the hotel lobby. After checking in and receiving his room key, the camera follows as he proceeds to the elevator. Inside the elevator, Talon looks over to see a young mother with her early grade school aged son... Talon looks over and sees the boy say something to his mother and then continue staring at him.

Talon, "Hey buddy, do you know who I am?"

Kid, "Are you Talon Wilkinson?"

Talon smiles kindly and nods.

Kid, "I knew it!"

Talon grins slightly as the child continues.

Kid, "Can I ask you something Mr. Wilkinson?"

Talon reaches over to his pocket and pulls out a black sharpie, anticipating an autograph request, he waits but then realizes the child is not a fan.

Kid, "...What happened to you? You let a lot of people down. You just let Senester win, and now what are you gonna do about it?"

Talon remains silent as he sets the pen back into his pocket. His facial expression goes nearly blank and his face pails slightly... he stairs at his reflection in the steel elevator without saying another world as the child's mother quickly grabs her son and says to him.

Mother, "Kyle! That was very rude!"

The elevator doors open slowly and the woman leaves the elevator hastily, her son in toe...

Woman, "I'm so sorry sir..."

Talon remains silent as the doors close. The elevator begins to move upward once more as Talon continues to stare at himself in the metal reflection...

The elevator comes to a stop once more and Talon exits, taking his bags to his room. He slides the plastic card in the door handle, causing the lock to spring and the door to open. Talon drops his bags on the floor and walks over to the bathroom area and leans over the sink, looking up slightly to Look at himself once more in the mirror. He says to himself in a muffled voice.

Talon, "...what have I become?... You're not me... I am so much more than what You are... You disgust me, you're an embarrassment... What would Daniel think?... What would Michael think?..."

Suddenly Talon slams a hammer fist down onto the marble counter top, as he does so a slight crack can be heard... His expression is no longer filled with sorrow or self pity, but of anger, disgust, and for the first time in a very long time... desire.

Talon, "...I dont wine, I don't complain, I don't sit in elevators and feel sorry for myself... NO! I am a warrior, a fighter, a Professional Wrestler!"

Talon wipes his face with his hand, dust from the broken counter top falls from his hand as he does so.

Talon, "It's time to turn it around, get back in the saddle, and be the most dominant wrestler in the HWA. I'm not going to sit at home and plot a reformation or make a big bold change in my fundamental allegiance, No, I don't need to do that to stay relevant... I'm going to go out there at Havoc and do exactly what I need to do to send a message to the world. I'm going to beat Buff Bridges, and I'm going to make it look easy..."

Talon turns around and faces the camera, acknowledging it's existence for the first time in a month.

Talon, "Now Buff, before you start taking offense to what I'm saying, I'm not calling you soft or weak, I'm just going to make sure you understand that I heard every little word you said over the past few months calling me out and being a total hypocrite. You challenge me on my appearances and my activity within the company, and then you don't make a peep for how long? ...but its ok, I needed the spark, and frankly, losing the World Title to Ed is the best thing to happen in my career since I won the damned thing. It has got me focused again, and now I'm going to use all the energy I haven't been using lately to pick you apart in that right this week, and set the tone for the road to Ring Master... Because between now and Ring Master, I will not break my focus, I will eat, sleep, and bleed wrestling, and until I become the first ever two time Ring Master winner, I will not be hinder by petty squabbles, nor will I let a stumbling block like losing the Championship to a great wrestler slow me down in my quest..."

Talon pauses once more mid sentence and looks at his reflection again... now a slight smirk comes across his face.

Talon, "You know what... F*ck that. I can't sit here and by a saddened puppy, but I'm not going to turn into a Kurt Angle/Butch Parker/Buff Bridges/Lance Storm hybrid... I'm going to be me, live my life, and get back to doing what I do best, and that's winning wrestling matches, entertaining the fans, and doing it MY WAY..."

Talon looks at the camera again and then motions to it.

Talon, "Come here camera guy... sit on the couch and watch this... this is who I am..."

Talon grabs the remote and presses buttons to go to the HWA onDemand channel, after pressing more buttons video begins to play.

Eddie: I was thinking of proposing Medos and Deas tagging up to face the tag champs next week…

Talon laughs, hard, as he thinks of the possible match up.

Talon: That’d be pretty classic there, especially if they won, I love Anton and all, but Deas and Medos as tag champs, that’d be better then the Rock-n-Sock connection man….

Eddie: HAHA it would be fun to watch… plus, Deas isn’t as soft as he was… he might even take Medos this week.

Talon: you never know, that’s why they get in the ring, gotta…

Eddie: Expect the Unexpected.

Talon: Exactly…

Talon and Ed get the crowd calm enough to make it to the table where they were originally set up to sign autographs…

The scene changes...

[font color=grey]Salesman: Now, we can get you a 2% interest rate for 72 months… or we can do….

Talon cuts the salesman off as he raises his hand as to silence him.

Talon: I’m paying the entire car off today… I hate making payment… how much was it again?

The salesman’s jaw nearly falls to the floor as he is shocked that Talon has the funds available to pay for a +100,000 car in one sitting, he stumbles with his pen and fumbles his words as he tries to regain his composure.

Salesman: uh-uh-uh- its-a… its, 129 thousand…. Plus tax , tag, and title… are…are you really going to pay this all right now?

Talon nearly rolls his eyes as he pulls out a check book, as he writes the check he replies…

Talon: I told you, I hate monthly payments, and I don’t plan on starting to make payments on cars anytime soon, so I do it all in one shot… saves me money in the long run.

Salesman: wow, well sir, I’m going to have to call your financial institution to verify the funds…

Talon chuckles to himself as he nods with an almost sarcastic look on his face.

Talon: Not a problem, take care of it, I’m going to go inspect the car.

The scene changes...

RONNIE: How you know there college,

EDDIE:They have Virginia Tech sweaters on

RONNIE: And I could have a Harvard sweater on, what that means

EDDIE: I Guess your right..

RONNIE: What you mean you guess I'm right, you don't think..(GETS CUT OFF)

TALON: Oh BOY HERE WE GO AGAIN

RONNIE: What, I (GETS CUT OFF)

EDDIE: Some other school, ok,ok...I got it, But I doubt these girls, all four of them aren't just wearing Virginia Tech sweaters for the hell of it

TALON: Wait up, we can't take them with us if that's waht you thinking

RONIE: Better not be what you thinking

EDDIE: Actually I was thinking if we are going to that party in Soho, if they were headed to NYC, I would invite them thats all

RONNIE GETS UP AND STARTS TO WALK OUT)

RONNIE: I'M Headed to the van, Be down stairs in five, we out of here

(TALON: GRABS AN APPLE AND ORANGE JUICE)

TALON: Right behind you, Ed come down...Screw the Glasses

EDDIE: (LONG SIGH)...Fine...dammit......

...scene changes...

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