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A Deeply Personal Matter; Talon Showdown RP 1/2
Topic Started: Jul 2 2008, 02:59 PM (68 Views)
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"So Lords of the Ring is not, in fact, about young gay men," said Talon as he tapped the leg of a wooden kitchen table with his cane. He was leaning slightly back in his chair. His laptop sat on the table in front of him, on what was shaping up to be the Talon official website.

"No, sir, it's just a reality show following Chris Bond around. It's actually pretty good."

"Chris Bond..." Talon smirked at the name drop from his assistant, Brian. I wonder how the honeymoon's going... too bad I ordered the edition that didn't come with sex. That's gotta be kicking him right in the balls.

"Speaking of cameras following sVo wrestlers around, is there any way that I can get a crew following Faith Winchester?" He smiled to himself. It was down to him and her, right at the end, when that idiot knocked them both down. She really was the only woman who had ever given him a beating after he came to her rescue. For some reason, he liked that.

"Faith Winchester? Isn't that a girl's name?"

"Did you even watch the big pay-per-view Sunday night, Brian?"

"Err... no. I'm sorry sir, no I did not."

"Well, now you will. There are going to be front row tickets reserved for you at the Goodfellas Arena from now on. My assistant has to watch wrestling, or else he won't be my assistant anymore."

A pause at the other end. Clearly Brian was thinking over his answer carefully.

"Yes sir, I will be there on Sunday."

"Good choice Brian, I'll make you a wrestling fan yet."

Brian had paused again. Talon could hear a tapping noise on the other side of the phone.

"Is that kid over there? The one that you hired to admin your website?"

"Wyatt? He's right here." He looked over to the twenty-year-old Canada native sitting across the table from him and nodded. Wyatt DiPhearson smiled and nervously twitched his mouth as he turned to his own laptop and continued coding HTML. Talon knew nothing about word processors or website making, so he just nodded and let the kid do what he wanted. He signed the check, he didn't do it himself. "He's working hard."

"Alright, well, I have to go now, I'll work on getting you those advertising deals for the sVo. When are you coming back to the states?"

Talon didn't know what to tell him. He had a scheduled flight but he missed it. Odds are he wouldn't be back in Las Vegas until the end of the week, just in time to finish his preparations for Showdown.

What preparations? he asked himself as he shook his head. I don't even know who I'm facing. It could be anyone... Chris Bond... Faith Winchester... even... His thoughts paused.

Even Alex Ross. The Perfect Ten. His best friend and mentor... but they had been growing distant in the last couple of weeks. Ever since Ross had set him up on a blind date with a Mexican prostitute, they seemed to have been seeing less and less of each other. Gone were the times where they would go on adventures and stumbling into hobo fighting arenas.

Now he was on his own, and he was doing the best he could.

"Soon, Brian. Very soon," he said, "I'd like some rest before I kick off the next month though. Some big things are going to happen... I have a feeling. But... I'll let you go. Goodbye, Brian."

Click.

"Now then, what were you telling me? TalontheAwesome.com is taken?"

Wyatt smirked. "Er, uh, yes sir, it is," he said, a sweat bead sliding down his face. "I managed to get you TalonWingsofDestiny.com, though." Talon frowned and took a sip from the glass of orange juice that was sitting next to his laptop on a coaster.

"Very good, I suppose," he said, setting the glass back onto the coaster. Wyatt, slightly encouraged by the little bit of praise he received, continued to type on the laptop. "What are you adding?"

"Hmm? Oh, I'm working on a blog section to update on what you're doing, and a video section so that everyone can watch those infomercials you do."

"They aren't 'infomercials', they're public service announcements.... infomercials are selling shitty products. Public service announcements sell ideas... Ideas are worth more than shitty products, my boy. You already know that though. Working in fast food..." He paused and looked down with uncertainty as Wyatt continued to type furiously.

"Why do you do what you do, Wyatt?" he asked at the young man that sat across from him. He glanced around Wyatt's kitchen and looked at pictures of Wyatt with his family, with his girlfriend. There was a picture of Wyatt on his graduation day. He smiled.

"Because you asked me to?" the kid didn't even look up from the laptop as he said it.

"No, no, I mean why do you do what you do in life... what's your motivation? Your dreams? You have to have dreams." Wyatt stopped typing for a second and looked down. He reached up and grasped a necklace that was hanging down over his shirt. He furrowed his eyebrows, and Talon could tell that he was concentrating on his thoughts.

As if he were lost in them.

After what felt like a long time, Wyatt finally looked up, and for the first time, Talon saw a man looking into his eyes.

"I... eventually want to be a published writer. But that's a hard business to get into, you know? Mostly, though, I just want to give my family everything they could need."

Talon felt a jolt deep inside him. Here was someone who knew what he wanted out of life. He was making room for his own success, but other than that his goals were rather selfless. Talon admired that.

"Why do you do what you do?" the question came back at him. It was only inevitable. And to be honest... Talon didn't know. He was a man who had been living a comfortable life, and compromised that to chase a boyhood dream that had eluded him. He had refused to grow up and abandon his silly dreams of becoming somebody important in the business. He had searched for a long time after his world came crashing down the first run he had. He had thought he would never get another chance.

Then the opportunity presented itself in the form of Alex Ross needing backup. Talon of course jumped at the chance to relive his old life, and ever since he had been cruising around the world, having adventures and going on crazy trips.

He smiled. Nothing would ever be the same after the last month. He had tasted his first chance at championship gold, and he had come up short to some idiot who didn't even know what combinations of drugs would kill him. But then, that was okay.

Soon Talon would be competing for the Hardcore title. He had been saved from a downward spiral of mediocrity when he had rolled the magical three at Countdown to Violence. Now he had been moved up a division, and no one could take that away from him. He made a mental note to prepare for the champion, Christian... Romano he had heard it was.

"Talon?"

He looked up, and realized that he had been staring at a line on the table for at least a couple of minutes. Wyatt had a worried look on his face, and all typing had stopped.

"Mm, yes? I'm sorry, I was miles away."

"I was just asking, why do you do what you do?"

Talon frowned and bit his lip for a moment. Trying to figure out how to word it. Trying to figure out if he believed the answer itself. After another slight pause, he finally looked up and met Wyatt right in the eye.

"Because I have to."

Satisfied with the answer, Wyatt continued typing until he heard a beeping noise from the computer. Talon sighed, relaxing his shoulders. Wyatt stopped typing at the third beep, as he clicked one more time and scanned the screen excitedly. Smiling from ear to ear, he turned the laptop around and brushed the bangs from his eyes.

"What do you think?" he asked, his smile turning into a grin. Talon looked the page up and down as Wyatt scrolled around, taking him around the entirety of the site. It was all bare-bones, without any content added in, but it was a definite start.

"It looks good, man," he finally said, smiling in approval, "Definitely Talon-worthy. It just needs one thing, though..."

"What?" Wyatt asked as the worried look crossed his face again. His eyes darted around in panic.

"Calm down, calm down," Talon said, waving away the worry, "It just needs one of those fancy photoshop banners up top, letting them know whose website this is and whose bitch they are."

Wyatt looked him up and down, a confused look on his face.

"You got it," he said as he went back to the laptop. Talon assumed it was to open the program with which to make sweet banners or something. Suddenly, a third person entered the room, carrying a large metal tray and advancing on Talon.

"You boys are working too hard!" a well-sized woman in her early forties said as she set the tray on the table, "Have some milk and cookies?"

"Mom..." Wyatt groaned from behind his laptop.

"Are these chocolate chip?" Talon asked, picking one up and examining it. It looked delectable. Taking a bite from it, he immediately experienced an explosion of chocolatey goodness that threatened to knock him on his ass faster than any wrestling move. "Why, Mrs. DiPhearson, you have outdone yourself!"

"Oh, please, call me Agnes," she said, beaming at him as she played with her hair a bit, carefully examining his face.

"Mom, stop it, you're embarrassing me!" Wyatt said as he hid himself even more behind the laptop, "Stop checking out my boss!"

Talon smirked as he took another bite into the chocolate chip cookie and grabbed a glass of milk to sip. He looked up again at Agnes DiPhearson, who was staring down at him intently and smiling a disarming smile.

Oh sweet Jesus, not again...
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