"And he brought out the people that were in it, and cut them with saws, and with harrows of iron, and with axes..." (I Chronicles 20:3)
A clouded sky blankets Los Angeles. Light rain pours as winter sends word of its impending arrival. Standing next to the window in his office is Senester. He is reflecting heavily on Blood, Sweat and Tears with the sound of Johann Sebastian Bach’s Violin Concerto in A Minor being played by a private chamber orchestra nestled in comfortably in his office.
(Senester): In a matter of days, Blood, Sweat and Tears will shatter the fragile hearts of the wrestling world. The fans want someone to cheer, someone to loathe, someone to find indifference in, and I shall provide it. The fruits of my labor are ready for the dark harvest.
Be enthralled by your five senses. There is that smell in the air. The smell of one season changing into the next. The bouquet of an irresistible force tantalizing the air your heroes breath. Reach out as they pass the aisle to touch them as they walk willingly into the abyss. Listen as their flesh and bone betray them against unrelenting torment in the ring. Watch you’re heroes meet their destiny my feet. Watch them betray your hopes. Watch them disappoint you. Taste their sweet defeat alongside me. They have taken you all for fools, swindled the emotions you’ve wasted upon them while you shun those who offer you truth.
You will cheer them still. It is your nature to accept your own detriments…humans are such ignorant masochist. Too dim-witted to comprehend your own detriments. Talon Wilkinson captured the wrestling world with his looks, his charm and I dragged him from just a name on a list to the man on the marquee. You don’t even know why you were cheering him, beyond your ridiculous disdain for me. I made him the star he had only dreamed of being, and he took your cheers, your endorsements, your merchandise royalties with so much of a thanks and abandoned you. The Gladiator of God will do what I did to his brother at Blood, Sweat & Tears. He will turn your precious Talon inside out. No one defies me Talon. No one refuses me. No one does these things and walks away in the end having not felt a measure of my wrath. If you think by growing silent, by hiding in the corners until you feel like sticking your head out that you can avoid me then thing again. We are not finished. We are not done, until I say we are done. You and I have unfinished business. You’re journey to heaven was glorious. I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Then you refused my love at the very gate. I promise you Talon, your journey to hell will be very different and at this gate you cannot walk way. I will throw you through it, and there you shall stay until I command otherwise.
On his own downward spiral is Eddie. You disappoint me. All your vigor, your vibrancy leading to your World Title reign should have sustained the HWA for some time to come, but like the champion before you in Talon you too have proven fruitless. Fear not Eddie, as I said…I have planted seeds of my own. I am a constant gardener, a master botanist and my harvest is ready. I had such faith in you, but it’s pathetic what you have become. Only further tainting the World Heavyweight Championship that Talon started. The parties are all over in your little world. No more fancy entrances. Estranged friends. No more getting your dick hard from sniffing Talon’s sisters panties. Your imaginary friend(s), the constant voice in your head. Even if you are pretending Eddie, things have a way of manifesting themselves against you. The woman you loved dead. Her warm, soft caress now nothing more than cold, wizened flesh soon to wear away from the bone. I even let you make the mistake of willingly returning the leeches to your back to feed. DNA is a worthless tag team, but I suppose to your camaraderie means more than preservation. My Baron will handle you at Blood, Sweat and Tears Eddie. He will take the last step in the path of his entire career and become the World Heavyweight Champion. He will see the blueprint of his lords work, and he shall be not only champion, but a true champion.
The Loose Cannon and I have a dance of our own. Once upon a time I knew who to expect in the ring when I saw you, but not this time. As I mentioned before, this could be the fully loaded AC James, or the one shooting blanks. Make no mistake however, the lack of your affirmation does not dislodge my plans, nor shall it my victory. I in fact appreciate the air of mystery surrounding this encounter. While the HWA has been busy looking at the images on their screens, the small battles and wars of the ring, the backstage shenanigans…I have been looking at the bigger picture. Even your reality shall change after Blood, Sweat and Tears…like others you have brought this upon yourself. The one thing in your favor, is that I know that should you choose, you can adapt rather quickly. When you return to the locker room a defeated man, have no shame. You have been bested by a true ring general, and you should never have expectations of defeating God. If I am to lose, it is by my choosing, there is little credit to your ability being superior to mine. Tend to your wounds Altair, mend them and fight another fight, open your eyes and see your position, your potential. Are you not weary of the burden of others. Give me the crosses to burn at Blood, Sweat and Tears. Taste the fruits of the harvest Altair, taste and be free.
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