"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)
It’s nearing sunset in Los Angeles, Dark Horse Towers glisten in the radiant red and orange sky, black silhouettes against the landscape. In the North Tower, watching the world spin as day gives in to night is Senester. His arms folded behind his back and his cold eyes fixed on the horizon. His thoughts turn to Butch Parker’s recent online promo, his own desires for their confrontation and the potential outcomes of it all in the very end.
(Senester): What does this match mean? What purpose is there to us facing each other once again Parker? Obviously you have pondered this question yourself recounting our many adventures together. What a pleasure to find that you have not forgotten about your master so easily amidst defending against the NWO, eyeing Han’s World Heavyweight Championship, watching your name constantly referenced in HWA’s current court proceedings or the recent developments of these letters of yours? Speaking of which, allow me to set your mind at ease when I say that I have not sent these messages to you. However, you are indeed a busy man these days. How are your juggling skills? With all that is going on in your small niche of the world, your stubborn pride forces you to enter this challenge with great anticipation. It will make you believe you are as Shiva with more than two hands to manage the many things being thrown at you. There is however no divinity in you, and you have but to mortal hands to manage your affairs.
The life of mortal men is of choices and of their consequences. In your time you have made many, and few with regret. You escape the gates of hell and sneak into those of heaven knowingly, and willingly. At The Other Side....I will take those words from a mere pay-per-view moniker and award you with a proper perspective. I could tell you that you will be left broken. I could profess to you how much I shall make you bleed and sweat. But to do so is pointless. You are no stranger to pains of the flesh. You are one of few who welcome them, who carry them as badges of honor. What I can tell you about this match is the “Why Now?” that you have asked. I know your soul Butch Parker. I know the soul of all men, and yours I own. It is candy in my pocket I remove to taste when the mood hits me. I know which way your blood flows and why. I know the threshold of your very will before your mind thrusts your fists, feet and limbs to act almost with minds of their own. I know what tunes sooth the savage beast. I know what hardens your heart as well as what softens it.
Senester walks across the room to pour a drink, he takes a sip of the golden liquid and it cascades down his throat like fine silk against skin.
(Senester): Why now, Butch Parker is simple…it is time for us to reconcile. It is time for us to once again stand together for what you may describe as the “right reasons.” Listen to me Parker, and listen well. When we have finished our business in the ring, I will leave you with but two choices you have to make. Without hesitation, without regret, you may stand beside me once and for all, or you can may decline and accept the consequences of for the first time in your career feeling the anguish of regret, and the waging of war against an enemy you cannot fight as it eats you away from the inside out, and of an enemy in myself of which you cannot conquer. When your sister was ill you were prepared to walk away. It wasn’t just her that I gave life to Butch, but I gave you life. I gave you a reason to fight. I gave you an unconstrained life, removed from the shackles of this miserable society and your sad, common existence in it.
I made “The One Man Tartan Army” mean something. Instead of assaulting you for interviews and signatures men, women and children ran from you in fear. For everything in your life for which you had made a rationale… I took that away and gave you blissful simplicity that there is no reason at all…it is merely my will. You for the first time in your life could look in the mirror and see yourself, and it was beautiful. You say now that you received no joy in your time spent at Dark Horse Towers. That is simply because joy is not a strong enough word to describe the cosmic euphoria you in fact did feel. Instead of testing yourself in the gym with idle weights you exercised your mind and body with men who dared enter training with you. Some survived and some did not, that is plainly the way it went. That is simply the way it should be, it is the way it can be again for you by my side where your blood flows like hot lava and when you unleash your fury like a volcano people run. Those in your wake perish, and anything left behind is destroyed.
When we enter the ring at the Other Side I will summon once more this power to the surface. I will extract from you pure, unadulterated, raw passion. I will beckon from the dark recesses of your soul your every moment in HWA because that is the strength and the power you need to face me. That is the competition worthy of my presence in the ring beyond the casual encounter. In your hands I will place these moments for you to yield as weapons. You will hold Thane Givens pissing on your brother’s grave. You will hold the scorn of ICE and Blush who tinkered, and toyed with your emotions. You will hold every word or resentment spoken to, or about you from how and why you first became World Champion, all the way to seeing the first “Fuk Butch Parker” t-shirts in the stands. I will make you relieve every painful hour spent 4years at Dragons bedside while he was comatose, and every ounce of grief and guilt you beat yourself with. You will hold the very bat that still contains bits of flesh and traces of your blood that Hans wielded against you. In your hands will be every moment that you’ve fought for the honor of Wisdom, bled for her, broke your body for her, overlooked her own transgressions, and subjected yourself to her womanly dispositions. I will put in your hands the feelings when you heard the fans turn against you. In your hands will be the moment you failed your nephew Sean, and carry his burden of trying to get out of bed in a mere attempt to walk again amidst shattered dreams. In your hands will be the image of your family, you sister Diana and the innocent hugs of your niece and nephew that always softened your hardened heart.
This Butch Parker… is the match of your life. You aren’t facing Eddie Phoenix with his entourage and New York ranting. You aren’t facing Buff, Hans or AC James in some glorious match for gold. You aren’t facing McNeil or Wilkinson in some ridiculous battle of superiority. You walk the aisle at The Other Side to face God. You will lace your boots at the ppv to face your lord and master. You enter the ring in the company of the almighty, the Alpha and the Omega as you have already attested to. You want my respect Butch Parker….this is above and beyond your comprehension of it I assure you. You say make our match one for the ages… “For the Right Reasons.” For the right reasons Butch Parker, that I have given these many years, for those I have yet to give I say unto you love the lord they God when this work is done. Stand beside me and you shall not perish, but have everlasting life. Reconcile yourself once and for all. Destine yourself for greatness, or doom yourself to disaster. When the final bell rings I will have your decision Butch Parker, I await it now most anxiously. It is the greed the moon feels waiting each day for the sea to swallow the sun…I hunger for it. It consumes me now this anticipation, this great expectation. Will you choose for your every dream to be made true, or accept the never ending nightmare of your refusal? Wonder no more Butch Parker for this is where I am. Planning for your future…one way, or the other.
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