"And if the servant shall plainly say, I love my master, my wife, and my children; I will not go out free: Then his master shall bring him unto the judges; he shall also bring him to the door, or unto the door post; and his master shall bore his ear through with an aul; and he shall serve him for ever." (Exodus 21:5-6)
His tongue was ravenous darting across Senester’s chest, the kind of fervor one would expect of a fan meeting their idol in the flesh. The faint hint of nervousness melting away as the back of his head is grabbed and his mouth pulled forward for a deep, lustful kiss. He pulls away looking into the Senester’s eyes…
(Companion): You know what they say…”Once you go black…”
(Senester): Is that what they say?
(Companion): What do you think?
The man pulls himself up from on top of Senester, jangling his dick in front of him.
(Companion): See!
Senester cracks a smile in the corner of his mouth. He rolls over flipping the guy over onto the sofa, and once more onto his back before he lays on top of him. Grabbing him up by the waist, the ease in which defying his masculine, chiseled physique. His moans carry on for the next hour and he awakes nearly sometime later later on the sofa alone. He looks around for Senester to find him across the room, sitting naked at his desk gazing at the large computer screen. He gets up, the silhouette of his perfect body forms between the light and dark of the room as he comes up behind Senester and wraps his arms around his neck that he begins to kiss before looking up at the screen.
(Companion): Hmmm…damn sexy man.
On the laptop screen in the latest edition of Ebony Magazine that Senester is looking at. He turns his head, cutting his companion “a look.”
(Companion): I mean…we……excuse me! So what’s it about?
(Senester): Nothing that concerns you.
He reads the screen for himself and scoffs.
(Companion): I’m so sick of that race card shit. Just cuz he’s a brutha doesn’t mean he’s being held down. If the he was as hard as he says he is, then he wouldn’t have anything to b###h about.
(Senester): Are you finished?
(Companion): So what’s the deal you two gonna fight?
(Senester): In simple terms…“eventually.”
(Companion): What about him?
Looking at the screen once more we see the cover of a local newspaper from Dunfermline, Scotland, with Butch Parker on the cover.
(Senester): Parker is the wrestling world’s newest enigma. Despite the clear path I laid before him, he doesn’t know if he’s going or coming. Get dressed!
(Companion): Huh?
(Senester): I said “get dressed.”
He looks pissed off, upset at being dismissed so easily. He stomps over to the couch and starts pulling his clothes together and getting them on mumbling under his breath.
(Companion): With your permission my Lord, I’d like to come again.
His words fall on deaf ears as Senester concentrates on his computer, switching back and forth between clips from Havoc and reading articles. By the time he lifts his head some unknown time later the sun is rising.
(Senester): A new day rises casting light on the events of Havoc. The images of men crystal clear but the lines between them so very blurred. Friends of friends are enemies. Enemies of enemies are friends. The days ahead for all of you no doubt…tumultuous. Where do you median men belong? Where do you want to be, perhaps the more important question for you? And of course… Where do you even deserve to be?
I’m disappointed in you Parker. I paved you a yellow brick road and still you are lost. Family has always been so important to you, and yet these people seem so surprised by your actions. You’ve always jumped through hoops, walked through fire, and crossed lines in order to protect your family, to uphold its honor. It’s one of the things that have made you a man of integrity. In the past they’ve always pitied you. In the past they all found your actions justified. When Thane Given desecrated the grave of your brother, christening it with his piss…your actions were warranted. In years past whenever Nick Shaw, or Hans, or Matthew, or your nephew Sean where faced with a threat…your actions were acceptable to their defense. When the virtue and veracity of your women, Blush, Ice, Callisto, Diana and Wisdom were ever questioned or in harm’s way…your actions were defensible. Nothing has changed, nothing but the fans, nothing but the perception of your peers…all who have denounced you for saving your sisters life. It isn’t fair, but they are inconsistent if nothing else. They are entities of the sin of greed, and you teeter in their endless, utopian illusions. Are you a rampant lion Butch Parker, or are you just a lion in their zoo? You needn’t make me your enemy as you seem intent on doing. You cannot blame me for the things you have done. You cannot point the finger at me for the things which must have been. I have given you more than you asked for. Not only does Diana live, but I have parted the skies, the seas and the earth so you may glimpse the true essence of man’s existence. I have made all these things possible, yet you did not bring her to me. Diana will kiss your feet before me, and she will bow in humble bliss, in reverence at mine. You will see to this.
For you Hans, I weep. I weep as a father watching his son make the mistakes in his life that must be allowed, must not be tampered with. It is not that you are no longer my Baron Hans…it is merely the fact that you refuse to feel what you feel to be restricted. Where did your understanding go? You’re ship is sailing into the dark storm Hans. Ahab himself did not possess frame of mind to turn into such an entity. Do not be taken by the gold. It has bewitching powers. Powers romanticized in film…it is your very own ring of power, and you it’s lord. It brought Talon and Eddie to their knees with its weight and it has already begun to work its magic on you. Your celebrity, penthouse, World Title celebration party was only the beginning. Where has your faith gone? Why have you turned from me? You are the captain now Hans…steer your ship to safety or go down with the vessel damning all passengers aboard with you.
And then there is you…Mr. McNeil…..Ronald DeShawn McNeil II. The man who has done it all in wrestling, yet has still done nothing. Congratulations on this newfound alliance of yours. You and I both know the meaning of this, but we shall save that tasty revelation for discussion at a later date. Here and now…allow me to inform you that I know what you think you are doing, which is not what you are actually doing…so in essence you aren’t really doing anything other than passing the time. I have all the time in the world Mr. McNeil, unfortunately you and the rest of HWA do not. Time as you will soon come to realize is so very precious; and you will regret having wasted it in your sad little efforts against me. You are a mere clog in an unbreakable wheel Mr. McNeil. You may slow things down, even stop them from time to time, but in the end it is you who will be removed, either in pieces or in whole. At Havoc you decided to play judge and condemn two men, and their loved ones. The suns stone they were to acquire is in your possession, and you will deliver it to me, and leave it in my possession intact. I want you to think about your future…the one you imagine. I will think on your factual one…the one of certainty, and fate. Jonah too thought that he had the power to escape God, to overcome God’s will…but he was come upon by a great fish that swallowed him whole. There in the belly of the beast he was humbled before God and found that he had no such power. In the end of it all Mr. McNeil…long after I am done with you…should you survive to old age there will be video footage, old magazines, and various text of past events, but your stories shall not begin with “back in my day” or “I used to be.” Shame will have long erased even in your own memory the old monikers “Living Legend”… “Franchise”… “One Man Show” etc. Ronald DeShawn McNeil II will simply be known as “The Man Who Never Was.” If you do not believe me now, I promise you in time you will.
A red light blinks on the phone at his desk and he picks up dialing a single digit.
(Voice): It’s arrived my Lord.
(Senester): Take it to the East Tower…I want to begin working on it immediately.
(Voice): But we’ve only just activated the second riddle, it has yet to be solved.
(Senester): It will be, and then it will be time for this one.
(Voice): Yes my Lord, as you wish.
(Senester): And get me TNT on the line…I want a status update.
(Voice): Of course…at your command.
He hangs up the phone and stands forgetting that he’s been sitting for hours without clothes on. He goes to the window watching the sky brighten from orange to blue, a tear forms in his eye, as he thinks to himself.
(Senester): So little time left….I don’t think I’ll be able to save any of them.
And the scene fades to black.
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