"And he brought forth the people that were therein, and put them under saws, and under harrows of iron, and under the axes of iron, and made them pass through the brickkiln: and thus did he unto all the cities of the children of Ammon. So David and all the people returned unto Jerusalem." (II Samuel 12:31)
(Senester): Mr. Angel…I take you as a man of some measure of intelligence. When you first arrived you were joined by Basher and shortly thereafter Legion…..The Dark Templars. The test of time has ruled against them, but you remain, now aligned with former enemies of the original Sons of Anarchy. As much claim has been made about equality and the non-existence of a single leader, I will simply say humility does not become you. When you first arrived Mr. Angel I saw fire in your eyes, and now the flame is a smoldering ember slowly growing cold. Every once in a while you come out with a bold statement that falls flat on the follow-through. Small glimmers of hope I would call it, and small measures of disappointment. I had imagined by this time in your career that your name would be on the marquee in the main event, and as I look at Helloween Harvest you’re not even on the card. Why?
Angelus Payne, William Draconis, Grunge, that’s why. You have a habit of surrounding yourself with anchors. Mr. Payne has proven unreliable, coming and going as he pleases with no benefit to you. Mr. Draconis has perhaps outsmarted you etching his way up the ladder past you, and Grunge is nothing more than a petulant apprentice like masses before assumes himself greater than his master. I can hear your chains rattling from here, and the balls at your ankles dragging across the ground. At the same time I see a key around your neck, your salvation the instrument to open the door to your house and get it in order. Sure, you’ve earned moderate amounts of success for your alliances, former Tag Team Champion, a fair run with the Spotlight Championship, but I’ve contemplated why at this stage in your career is your name not on the marquee in the main event. When the thought comes to me I need only listen to the sound of you passing by and the thought once more leaves me.
Your original match with Grunge was scheduled for the previous Havoc when you and many others were absent due to flight trouble, but I might be persuaded to add it to the ppv. How much do you want it? You see, as much as it may be Halloween, I’m not going to book some candy-coated performance. You would be in the ring with a man who has betrayed you Mr. Angel. He has betrayed your tutelage, and your trust. What good is a mere 1………2……..3 against someone who has had the audacity to attack you, and interfere in your matches for weeks and has had little more than the threat of an “ass whooping” as you called it.
Senester just smiles and shakes his head.
(Senester): An “ass whooping” Mr. Angel? Grunge has demonstrated he has no fear of you. If it were me, the mention of my name would uncontrollably draw the piss from his penis in utter fear. This doesn’t sound like a match I want to see. This doesn’t sound like a match that will make this company any money. This sounds like an Indy Circuit house show confrontation that no one, not even the competitors care about. You propose a match with Grunge that will be worth my time inking on paper and I’ll make it. It’s easy…simply tell me what you are going to do to him. “Ass Whoopings” are for children who don’t do as their told. This Mr. Angel is the wrestling industry. This Mr. Angel is HWA. Here men and women suffer the rigors of this business, they suffer for their defiance, their ignorance, their blasphemy. Here, when you enter the ring under these circumstances you have but a singular goal… extracting the retribution that is due to you. I await your answer…pen and paper ready.
As far as Draconis goes. Who is to blame him? Pulling himself away from the Tag Team division to find individual success. Success that has surpassed your own as of late. Currently he holds the right to any championship match of his choosing, yet you claim to be the best. Deas claims to be the best as well. Claims are nothing more than speculations until proven. Currently I fail to see how you intend on proving this in your current mood. How is it that Draconis has over stepped you? Spare me the Eddie Phoenix…. “I let him have the spotlight” speech. A braver man admits the mistake he has made and has set a plan to remedy it. As it is now… Draconis is on his way towards gold and you are sitting around with a useless sidekick Sheik and planning “ass whoopings.” This may not be the image you see when you look in the mirror, but make no mistake…this is the picture the real world sees when they look at you.
Mr. Angel, I have a question for you. It is a question that at some point many have asked themselves from the very start of their careers. For many it is the ultimate question. It is the only question. It is the first thought before you get out of bed, and the last before you close your eyes to sleep. Do you want to be World Champion? I signed you because I thought you could be. If you answer yourself with a “Yes” then ask yourself why don’t you have not had it, or at the very least are not close to it? The answer is you spend your time with camaraderie, insignificant associates and idle threats. I don’t like being wrong Mr. Angel. If you tell me that you are not the man I assumed you could be… that would make me wrong, and I would be forced to rectify that error…personally. I trust you have a lot to consider, and for now…I shall leave you to your thoughts.
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