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Loosened Ends; CtV RP 3/3
Topic Started: Jun 27 2008, 10:21 PM (310 Views)
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Talon opened his eyes, and was met with a blast of sunlight. Apparently it was a nice Saturday afternoon so far. “Ugh… what happened…” he said as he looked around his hotel room. Looking down at his bed, he saw a beautiful woman, naked, asleep with his sheets covering half of her body. Flinging sheets up, Talon pushed himself back and fell out of the bed. Surprisingly, his acquaintance wasn’t disturbed.

“How… how did she get here?” he asked himself aloud as he looked around his room for more naked people, “And what happened last night?” As he stared at her, he bit his lip and tried to puzzle through what had happened.

“Let’s see… last night, last night…” he said, narrowing his eyes in deep thought, “There was that party.”

It was a get-together, not very large, in one of the other hotel rooms. He remembered that some of the other sVo guys were there… he saw a few of his opponents in the battle royal for the Las Vegas Championship on Sunday. Other names were Matt Thornhill… he could’ve sworn he saw Peter Gilmour there… there was…

Chris Bond. But he was without his mail-order bride, though he did look sour. But then, there was no way that he would know who was responsible for it. Unless…

Unless he traced the bill to his bank account.

“Nah…” he said, shaking his head as he did, “Bond’s not that smart.”

That left… his opponents. But then, none of them got anywhere near him. TJ Raven had been acting afraid around him for the whole of the week. Drew Carrig was nowhere in sight… someone said at that they had caught him sitting in a corner somewhere, like his legs didn’t work… polio, another said. He was just staring into a drink… manically.

“Damn kids and their LSD,” Talon said, smirking, “Why you need drugs to get a high in life is beyond me. Now then… what else?”

He pictured the night in blurs of blue and red, as he imagined himself walking through the party. This girl was there too… he remembered her. She had been following him around, buttering him up all night. He assumed she was a fan. It didn’t matter to him whether or not she was a fan of his in-ring work, though. She was hot, and that was all that mattered to him.

Who else was there… Brock… Hooligan… but he didn’t know them… Ross was… no. Alex Ross was not there. It hit him, right in the face, like a rolled-up newspaper. They had had a conversation about that the afternoon before.

“So dude, there’s this party at the hotel tonight… you want to go?”

“Hmm? Oh, a party? Uh…”

“Come on, there are going to be hot Canadian chicks there. Probably some booze too.”

“Yeah, well, that sounds like super fun, but that’s kid stuff.”

“Kid stu-“

“Anyway dude, I have stuff to do. Some things to clean up after the parade. I’ll catch ya later… have fun and don’t catch anything, okay?”

“Okay, bye-“

Click. The conversation had ended exactly like that. He hadn’t talked to Ross since.

And now he was in bed with a naked girl. Had she drugged him? He didn’t remember drinking that much… a lot of fruit punch though. And people didn’t drug fruit punch, did they?

Talon poked and prodded her, but she was out like a light. He smiled. Whatever happened to get them there, apparently he had fought like a champion once they got there. He mentally high-fived himself as he locked all his valuables in the safe. He put a pre-autographed Talon t-shirt and an autographed Talon action figure next to her as he got dressed in his ring attire and a t-shirt, for no other reason than to keep his stuff close by and where it couldn’t be stolen. He left the face paint off, however.

“Nothing looks weirder than a grown man wearing face paint in broad daylight and walking down the straight,” he muttered to himself with a sneer as he tip-toed out the door with his cane in hand.

“Now then, to find some new wrestling tights,” he announced to no one in particular as he exited the hotel lobby. He noticed that something felt weird… the kick in his step was slightly off. An after-effect of the drugs, perhaps?

“Maybe I’ll find something with blue…” he wondered aloud as he looked across the street, relying on his cane just a bit more. He decided that traffic was easy enough and crossed.

“Maybe something with orange…” He turned down another street. There was a wrestling goods emporium somewhere around here. He had been to Toronto before.

“Hell, maybe I’ll even go a lighter shade of-“ His phone was ringing. He fished it out of his pocket and looked it at. “Incoming call from Ross, Alex. Hmm…”

“Hey man,” he said as he leaned against a wall to concentrate more on the call.

“How was the party last night?” his friend and partner asked, “Did you find anything?”

“Actually… there was this girl that I woke up with-“

“WHAT? No way! Details man, details!” Talon grinned. Finally the satisfaction he had been wanting. But then he remembered.

“Well, actually…” he began sheepishly, “I don’t have any details.” A pause followed that, and it seemed to last an eternity.

“What.” That was Ross’ answer after the long pause.

“Well, I was at the party, I wasn’t even drinking that much, and then I woke up next to this hot Canadian chick… at least I think she’s Canadian.”

“You… you… what the hell were you drinking anyway?”

“Fruit punch… I think someone slipped something-“

“Wait. Wait wait wait wait wait,” Ross was barely holding it in now, chuckling slightly after every word, “You mean to tell me that you… Talon…”

“What did I do?” Ross couldn’t hold himself in any more, as roaring laughter came through the phone.

“BWAHAHAHAHA… YOU GOT DATE RAPED!!!”

“Date rape? No… it wasn’t a date! And I’m pretty sure it wasn’t rape…”

“You got date raped! Did she steal your kidney?”

“I don’t think so… she was sleeping in my room and I locked all my important stuff up…”

“Dude. You. Got. Date. Raped. Did she take any other vital organs?” Talon patted around his body, just to make sure.

“Uhh, nope, all here,” he said, and then before Ross could answer, “Balls too.”

“Alright, well, remember what the rape lady from high school always told you: you’re a man, so it’s your fault and all your own doing.”

“But I didn’t do-“

“It’s always your fault.”

“Fine. At least I left a tip for her.”

“Action figure and t-shirt?”

“How’d you know?”

“It’s you,” Ross said with emphasis. Talon stiffened. He realized that Ross was just being Ross, but sometimes it was grating.

“But anyway, I have to go man. Things to do. People to see. Have fun, and get that shit checked!”

Click.

It figured. Ross always found a way to put down Talon’s accomplishments. He would probably make light of it even if Talon DID win the Las Vegas Championship. “But… did I really get date raped?” His mind was suddenly racing, as the implications of this latest development pounded into him.

“I couldn’t have been… No, it’s not possible. But… what if…”

He shook his head, hair flying wildly as he did. Trying to shake out the thoughts invading his peace of mind.

“I have to look forward to the match,” he said resolutely, “To the Las Vegas Championship. To my opportunity to Roll the Dice.”

His mind wandered, to what might possibly transpire after Countdown to Violence.

Alex Ross, sVo World Champion.

Talon, rolling a World title match with the Dice of Destiny.

Alex Ross vs Talon for the sVo World Heavyweight Championship.

But how would he be able to do it? Ross was his best friend. They were practically like brothers. He couldn’t fight him… it was unheard of!

“Eh, that probably won’t happen anyway,” he said, laughing it off, “One in six odds, and the World title probably won’t even be an option!”

Standing straight, Talon looked around and found his bearings, trying to remember where the wrestling goods emporium was located.

“Hmm… maybe I’ll get something in red.”

He shook his head. The colors only mattered in a shallow sense. What really mattered… what really, truly mattered, was the battle royal. Becoming Las Vegas Champion.

“Make no mistake,” he announced to the world and to no one at the same time, “I will win the Las Vegas Championship, and from there I will skyrocket to the top of the sVo. No man of woman born, no man of evil born, and no woman born a man will stop me from seizing my… my destiny.”

“All of you… all of you best be ready, because there will be no mercy, there will be no second chances, and there will be no other outcome. You will stair at the lights, as I seize the glory that belongs to me. And you can count on that… I guaran…damn…tee it.”

Talon whistled as he tapped the cane against his foot and turned down another street. This was what it was all about. The culmination of his second chance in the sport. Nothing else could even come close to eclipsing this.

His time was now.
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