"And it shall come to pass, that as the LORD rejoiced over you to do you good, and to multiply you; so the LORD will rejoice over you to destroy you, and to bring you to nought; and ye shall be plucked from off the land whither thou goest to possess it." (Deuteronomy 28:63)
(Senester): Countless leaders have stood in this very spot, high atop their thrones to take in the depth and breadth of their vast empires. Countless leaders has have watched their enemies, subjects, and even allies rise against them. Countless leaders have taken the forefront in wars to defend what is theirs. History denotes their tales. It illustrates their ruined, defeated, weakened and destroyed empires. It underscores their loss of love, power and ultimately life. I have fought these same battles. I have waged these same wars, and I have shared some of these same inconveniences.
I am accustomed to these trivial pursuits, the very nature of man calls for them. Their feeble attempts to dethrone me….their own greedy desire to rule in my place. The insatiable lust for some measurable account of success and power is what eats away their souls. The wrestling business is born of men and women who go beyond the physical limitations of commoners found on the street. As they each ascend above the plebeians they become idols, heroes, role-models and icons. The fabric of space and then separates them from those who watch in awe. Their world, the world of wrestling is theirs alone. It has its own policies, its own guidelines, and its own thresholds. The world of wrestling is a divine entity unto itself, and I am its lord and master. I hold it in the palm of my hands like a mother her newborn child.
Countless rulers have stood in this very spot indeed, watching civil wars brew around them. How many times have I gone into battle to defend what cannot be taken from me? It’s almost cliché. The Alliance, The New Era of Excellence, The Derrty Infantry, Eternal Darkness, the list goes on and on to now the New World Order. Delight in your petty victories as you may, weaken my defenses and dance on my miniscule defeats as you will…the end was written in the beginning, and you will never win. I along command this world, my very breath spins it on its axis and you shall move as the wind blows.
Senester looks over at his desk. Small stacks of folders containing various documents that have been assembled for the ongoing court case.
(Senester): I am faced with the challenge of outsiders. Feeble beings on earth with their paltry legal assault. I can see them arrive on the horizon alongside my regular foes. Two forces against one another with a singular goal. At times you will cooperate, but only for your own benefits. I can hear the approaching charge. I can smell the sweat, the blood and the tears that will be shed. I can feel the souls that I will burn and those I shall save. When it has finished I shall relish in my favorite flavor of victory. For those who oppose me in the mortal world, know that you're wasting your time. I will defeat you, and for your ignorance I shall wipe the surface of the earth clean of you and erase you from all existence and memory. I will play this game as it entertains me, even frustration can be engaging from the proper perspective.
And for my HWA fledglings. I cannot say what it is in store for you, to do so would spoil things. I am however, a constant gardener, I plant the seeds, I nourish the soil, I wait patiently for growth, I pick my fruit at just the right time, or I allow it to rot and wither away. Two weeks ago I warned you Bridges. I warned you not to do what you have now done at Havoc. I knew you would defy me, you had no choice. Now you lead these men to destinies already determined, a thrilling roller coaster ride just before the final drop where below them the tracks disappear. This is their end and you know it. I will humble these men, humiliate them and leave them each in a corner of the ring crying, sucking their thumbs and wishing for nothing more than a hug from their mommy. I will show them what it means to be seen as evil. I will show them the true sounds of the crowds disdain. I will show them what it feels like to truly walk by a lesser and radiate unrelenting fear. I am God Buff Bridges, this and so much more is in my power. Your entire career we had this strife, and I never tire of playing with you my brother.
A small smile, almost distant as if recalling a fond memory escapes his face, a sense perhaps of irony.
(Senester): And then there’s you Parker…it would be in your best interest to keep your woman silent in her role outside the ring. Do you not have enough troubles without her trying to get back into the mix and stirring the pot in the wrong direction? Do not forget whom you owe eternal gratitude, and do not regret what had to be done to receive my mercy. I know you Parker…now that your head is clearer of its miseries the very cells in your body are beginning to itch. I know you hear your name whispered on the wind, blown off the very crest of the mountain top. I know you look over at Hans each week wondering when he’ll lose the World Heavyweight Championship so you can once again make a mad dash to reclaim glory in your eyes. Your idiotic pride prevents you from doing so now against him. You wouldn’t want to wage that war again would you? Not against the only man who stood still as you stood beside me. You want him to enjoy his reign, but you fool no one with civility. He knows as well as you that in the recesses of your being you believe you can take it from him, and a small measure of you wants to do it. You think you can victor over anyone….including me. I am going to show you differently Parker. We will meet in the ring in due time, and believe me, trust me when I tell you that as strong as you think you are, that as much as you think you can resist me, I will bring you to your knees, and even in that moment we needn’t be enemies Parker. You my Baron….I have pondered long and hard. You’ve disappoint me, and it is only due to the love I’ve had for you that you remain hinged to life as you know it. I have hoped that you’ve been paying attention; that you have been listening, and will act accordingly…perhaps we will see if your loyalties to Parker can be mirrored only by his own to you.
As for the rest of you…from the muck of the ring Bryan Deas with your never-ending campaign of delusional greatness, to the men of the SOA such as Draconis who look past me at the immaterial All Star Championship, to AC James and this sickening emergence of consideration, to the Archangels looking to make a name for themselves, to Ronnie McNeil and your self-absorbed need of importance, know your history as you may...read well of empires destroyed, watched epic recreations of the events from Alexander the Great, Gaius Julius Caesar, Henry VIII, Queen Elizbeth I, I am not them, I am greater, I am supreme and eternal. I am God, and in this game we play you may have instants of enjoyment, but I will always take them away in my victory. HWA dies, it crumbles, and it is destroyed by my hands, not in some courtroom, and certainly not by some underling and their futile attempts to bring me down...but my hands and mine alone…and I am far, far from bored with it.
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