
Talon was pulled to his feet and hooked into the capture suplex position. His back was still feeling the effects of the powerbomb and clubs, so he was in no condition to fight back. Before he knew it, he was lifted into and twisted around. His head and neck where slam into the canvas with ring rattling force. Coming out of the fisherman suplex, Talon sat up in a dazed and almost drunken looking stupor. He held one hand across the back his head and neck, looking he would topple over onto his side any minute.