"Then the earth shook and trembled; the foundations also of the hills moved and were shaken, because he was wroth. There went up a smoke out of his nostrils and fire out of his mouth devoured: coals were kindled by it. He bowed the heavens also, and came down: and darkness was under his feet. And he rode upon a cherub, and did fly: yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind. He made darkness his secret place; his pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies." (Psalms 18:7-11)
(Senester): Here we are once more Mr. Bridges. Another dance upon the stage we both know all too well. Another dance in a long line of dances between us. To some the thought of a familiar opponent is less than inviting. To coax their self-important egos with a list of opponents seems like an ideal accomplishment, but they stray far from the essence of truth in competition. What more could two individuals learn having faced one another countless times? What more could two individuals say to one another that has not yet been said? What new depths or heights can they reach, that they have not already traveled? There are no new bones to break. There is no new blood to spill, or tear to shed.
There is so much more to learn, so much more to say, so many new levels to reach. No bone breaks the same, no blood or tear has the same taste from one drop to the next. I am looking forward to our encounter for all of these reasons. This is a new encounter between us Buff Bridges, this is a very different dance. The stage we take at Havoc is a different stage from one we’ve taken before.
To the common eye it will be like any other match between legends, but in the eyes of God, in my eyes…it will be much, much more. There are those who will look past this encounter. There are those who will watch and see nothing but a series of simple gestures of this sport, when there is nothing straightforward about it. You are a superstar, a legend, an icon, a champion, a Hall of Famer, and all the other monikers that come with the stature you have achieved in your time. You will bring these things to the ring with you, and none of them will mean anything against me. I will give you something of meaning. I will give you something to leave that ring with to value. Do not expect to know me in this encounter Buff Bridges for you do not, and you never will, but I will bring you closer to understanding. I will burn the laurels you rest upon and shove the ashes down your throat. I want to hear you choke. I want to see you gasp and swallow. I want to hear you tell the world what it tastes like.
I do not pity you the moments that follow when they scrape you off the mat. I can stand the hatred of men, so the gestures and words of those who follow you are irrelevant to me. I will watch them carry you away and reach into your very mind to hear the reality which I know rests within your soul. I tell you now…settle your affairs Buff Bridges. Have your last interactions with those repugnant things you call fans. Enjoy the worthless women at your side. Gaze once more at all your gold and feel for the last time a man a merit.
My words have gone unheard, my lessons unlearned, my riddles unsolved. You like so many others, haven’t even tried to save yourself. I say unto you…this is not a match; it is a gift, a gift from me to you, a sacrament. I will make this your darkest hour Buff Bridges. It is men like you, like Talon, Eddie, McNeil…like Hans and Butch…all the way down to Deas and the newest recruit Grunge…it is men like you who have taken my benevolence in greed. How long have I been saying these things Buff Bridges? How long now have the prophecies been spoken? How long has it been that the so-called “ramblings of Senester” gone unnoticed. Each of you leaves me no choice. This is no new phenomenon! You Buff Bridges are my paradigm to things which have been rehearsed by destiny one-thousand times over before you laced your first pair of boots.
And when you fall victim to my great power, when you kneel before me, when you lay at my feet, when you bleed into the mat and the sounds of the world around you fade, when the lids of your eyes flutter in what is left of the light in your vision… I will lift your head into my arms, and I will kiss your forehead. I will whisper in your ear, in that last moment, that final breath….one word…. “Good-bye.”
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