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| Talon | Jul 9 2008, 04:14 PM Post #1 |
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The Hero
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Cameras flashed in front of him as reporters and fans alike crowded outside of the locker room. “Talon, can we get an interview?” “Will you sign my baby?” “Will you marry me?” “Talon, you have just experienced the biggest win in your young career, can we please get an interview!” The last reporter, a cute blond in a nice red skirt and a matching jacket over a white blouse, seemed especially persistent. “Eh, what the hell, why not?” he said as he pulled her aside and the rest of the mob went off to find Travis Williams. It was Sunday night, just before the main event of Showdown and just after the epic first encounter between Talon and Travis Williams. Talon had amazingly pulled together a comeback win against the now former leader of Bad Religion. Bad Religion had helped, but Talon knew none of that. As far as he was concerned, he had won that match all on his own. The cute reporter, Christine Lockley sat down on his bench and opened up a notebook. Setting pen to paper, she thought for a moment. “Talon...” she began, “You just won the biggest match of your career so far. A match against the number one contender for the sVo World Championship. How do you feel?” He looked at her as though she had just cussed at him in Chinese. He didn't understand Chinese in the slightest, so he wouldn't have been able to tell. But he couldn't understand this reporter in the slightest either. “How do I feel?” he asked, “I feel... great. This is the sign that I needed. My star's on the rise, and no one's going to get in my way this time!” “You say 'this time',” Christine said, “What happened 'last time'?” She smiled, as though she had done her homework on him. Talon frowned. “Last time... last time I almost got hurt,” he said, lowering his eyes to the ground, “Guy named Soze... getting revenge for what happened to this other guy, Tony Bonasera. They were tag team partners or something. Couple of big guys. But Tony... He ended up in a wheelchair, last I heard. Tag match. Me and him... don't remember who our opponents were. Tony never was able to compete again... but Soze never forgave me for it.” He looked up and met Christine in the eyes. “He just showed up in my try-out for one of the bigger federations and gunned right for me,” he continued, “Trying to knock me out of competition. It worked, to an extent. He screwed up my match well enough that I didn't make the cut. My dream was over.... then I got the call from Alex Ross, my best friend from training days, and the rest is history.” Christine nodded and jotted down his response. “Mm... So what about your goals in the sVo? What do you want to do with your career here?” Talon smiled. “Take it all the way to the top, baby,” he said, the smile spreading into a grin. “The World Heavyweight Championship?” she asked, surprise in her eyes and voice, “You think that you can make it that far?” He nodded, a twinkle in his eyes even as sweat beaded across what was left of his facepaint. “I beat the number one contender to the title, didn't I?” he asked, “I should be up there in contention, if that win means anything.” Christine wrote down this response before looking up to him. “But what about the interference from Bad Religion?” she asked, “Shouldn't that make the victory null?” “Interference?” Talon asked, sincere confusion in his voice, “There wasn't interference... I won that match, Bad Religion didn't help Williams out, or he would've won.” Christine sighed. “They didn't help Williams,” she said, rolling her eyes slightly, “They helped you. If it hadn't been for them taking out their leader, you might be the one looking up at the lights tonight.” Talon clenched his fist and looked around for his cane. He had tossed it aside when he entered the room, and now he just wanted to hit something with it. Not Christine, of course. That would be very un-gentlemanly. Talon always strove to provide excellent attention and care to his lady companions. He shook his head wildly, allowing his hair to flail around as he did. He couldn't find it. “Bad Religion...” he said, his teeth scraping together slightly, a sight which caused Ms. Lockley to cringe just a bit, “They want to get their heads into my business? I don't even need their help... I would have won that match on my own, but because of them there's an asterisk next to it! If I could get my hands on them...” “Actually,” Christine interrupted, “You'll get your chance next week. Word just hit the sVo that you're facing Zero, their enforcer.” Talon smirked. “Zero?” he asked, the smile spreading across his face, “Hasn't he won like one match? He can't even win when it counts, why are they putting HIM against me? To go from the leader to the stooge with Multiple Personality Disorder... it's insulting.” “Actually, he's won a couple of matches,” she said cautiously, “Including this week against Drew Carrig. He's actually quite a threat, and MPD is a disease, you shouldn't take it so lightly...” “Disease?” he said as he undid his gloves and tossed them aside, exposing a black ring with the design of a silver winged skull on his right hand, “Cancer is a disease. AIDS is a disease. Herpes is a disease. Genital warts... is a disease. Fighting between yourselves over which one gets to ride the roller coaster this time? That's just wrong.” He set his trench coat along the bench, before looking back at Christine. “And as for Drew Carrig, he was probably exhausted from his weekly poetry jam session with the other artsy types. No cause for concern there, and it was a first blood match for crying out loud! Those art kids are notorious bleeders. What has he done, really, of accomplishment?” When Christine struggled for a moment to find her words, Talon nodded his head. “Exactly,” he said as he grabbed the nearest towel and began wiping the paint from his face. “Moving on...” Christine mumbled, annoyance apparent in her voice, “What are you planning to do now that you've beaten the number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship?” Talon tossed the towel aside, the job finished. “Hmm...” he said, placing his hand up to his chin and stroking an imaginary beard, “I still have that shot at the Hardcore Title that I won against that idiot Nanu a couple weeks back... maybe I'll cash that in sometime soon.” “Aren't you worried about the current champion, Christian Roman?” “I'm worried about the odds to beat any champion, to be honest,” Talon said, his eyes sparkling faintly, “But am I going to let that stop me? No... anyone can be beaten on any given day. Just ask Peter Gilmour. He gets beaten EVERY given day. Am I confident that I am the next Hardcore Champion? Well, I was confident that I would be the next Las Vegas Champion, but that was two title changes ago. And look where I am now... a step up in the sVo, fighting better opponents and moving my way up the card.” He paused, wincing for a moment as the roar of hunger took his belly. “But no... I will be the next Hardcore Champion, I just have to plow through guys like this Zero character first.” Christine nodded, holding her pen to her lower lip as Talon pulled a Talon:Wings of Destiny t-shirt over his head and slid it down his torso. “Good attitude to have...” she said, taking a moment to make a note on the piece of paper. “Now then, last question. Are there any charities that you are a part of? Maybe one you endorse... just a cause that you believe in,” she said, her eyes challenging him. For one reason or another, Talon decided to accept the challenge and see where it got him. “Well, I've always been one against pollution,” he started slowly, “'Give a hoot, don't paloot!' like they say... and spell it 'P-A-L-O-O-T.' Yes, I know it's wrong, but that's the point.” She looked at him, confused, as he placed his gloves into his green duffle bag. “Now then, where was I...” he continued absentmindedly, “I've done a lot of donations to all those charitable organizations for orphans. You might have seen one of them with my friend Alex. A little Indian boy, Hadji or something. Phenomenal talent as an actor, and he's just a genuinely good kid. Wanted to hang out with the wrestlers for a day, so Alex had the idea to make a movie.” Talon crossed his feet clumsily and smiled. “We sent him back with DVD copies of the film and DVD players so that all the kids in his home town could watch him in his big performance.” Christine sat there, mouth agape, as Talon wistfully watched the paint on the wall, trying to recall more charitable actions that he perpetrated. “Let's see... I've also helped to save the bald eagles from extinction,” he said, waving his hand in the air, “You can probably tell that I'm a bird fan.” “Nope, can't tell a bit,” Christine said with an air of false sincerity, shaking her head. “Hmm... oh, and seeing as how we live in Las Vegas, the capital city of sin, lust, and decadence, I've decided to give a bit back to the harlots, as it were.” “Give back to the... What?!” “Yeah, I'm helping put together a charity for the benefit of the strippers and prostitutes of Las Vegas,” Talon said proudly, “Because let's face it, these girls- and some boys-” Talon cringed a bit and closed his eyes for a moment, “-are doing their jobs without health benefits. They are working without dental! They're working in unsafe environments, and the time has come for that to change! With the Talon Vegas Strip Foundation, we will be striving to make enough money to get these strippers and prostitutes the health care that they deserve!” Christine stared at him, not sure what to say. “I'm sure you're not serious...” she finally said, her cheeks blazing red. “Oh, surely I am,” he said, giving her a wink, “I don't partake in these activities myself, mind you... I'm just a wealthy casual observer, and what I have observed has caused me to uplift the spirits of Las Vegas and give back to my community.” There was another pause as Christine could not find the words to describe what she felt. “Would you like to make a contributing donation?” Talon asked, a smirk on his face, “For each hundred dollars you give to the Talon Vegas Strip Foundation, I promise to give you a free autographed Talon t-shirt.” “Well, this was certainly an enlightening time,” Christine said hastily, rising to her feet and heading toward the door, “I'm not sure if this interview will make it to the news stands, but you'll hear from me if any more of your time is needed. Thank you very much, and goodbye.” The locker room door opened and closed, and just like that Talon was alone once more. “New personal record,” he said aloud as he fished through his duffle bag for his cell phone, “That one stayed through the entire charity speech. I'm going to have to start coming up with more material for these reporters.” Finding his cell phone, he flipped it open and pecked his way through his contacts list, eventually finding “Ross, Alex.” Pressing 'Send', he waited as the ringing continued. Ross was, at the moment, engaged in a ladder match against Hooligan, so he wouldn't pick up. Talon was prepared to leave a voice message. “This is the Perfect Ten Alex Ross, sVo World's Champion speaking,” the voice mail said, “If your call is important to me, please wait until the beep to speak your business. Otherwise, please immediately press the pretty red button and do not call me again.” Beep. “Hey Ross, it's me,” he began, twiddling his fingers around the phone, “Just calling during your match, while you're kicking Hooligan's ass, to see if you wanted to be in on this whole charity idea I had... It seems to be something right up your alley... anyway, have fun picking your stipulations, get at me later man. See ya.” He flipped the phone closed and leaned back, chucking the device onto a beanbag chair across the room. Talon sighed as he put the trench coat back on, grabbing his duffle bag as he turned the lights off on his way out the room. “Nothing like being a rising star,” he said, smiling as he walked through the crowded hall, on his way home for another night of private debauchery and invasions of privacy in the T-Cave. |
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