"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): Herr Hans…Herr Heinrich. I trust you find the arrangement at Havoc more efficient than any of your matches over the last several weeks. I am doing you a favor by placing you together. I am eliminating the need for one of you to constantly stare at the monitor backstage with the expectation of some cue that will summon you ringside to assist the other. You are in the same place, at the same time, and there is no one for the fans to look up the ramp towards to be either of your saviors.
Senester pauses…heading across the room to the bar where he pours a glass of Cognac Henri IV Dudognon Heritage Cognac Grande Champagne to be exact. He swirls the liquid in the glass taking in the bouquet that tantalizes the taste buds before the taste, and he finally takes a swig.
(Senester): Between our careers Herr Hans your path has been parallel to mine, and there was of course a time when you were on mine altogether. Now you’ve chosen to taken a turn. You’ve chosen to become a fallen angel, wings clipped, and forsaking the blessing I was willing to bestow upon you and for what? The love of a Southern Belle Ms. Vanessa Lang? For years now Hans I have watched you as closely as you have watched me. I have protected you, nurtured you from the shadows. The presence of God, my very essence erecting the small hairs on the back of your neck knowing that I was forever there. I hoped this day would never come, but I knew years ago that ultimately it would. I’ve grown tired Herr Hans of giving to men like you. You and your short-lived stints with reality only to succumb to the weakness of false humanity.
The world is no portrait of perfection. There are no apple pies cooling in the window seals. There are no white picket fences surrounding fresh green grass that children and dogs play on. There are no white fluffy clouds in the sky where you sit and make out images and shapes. There is no sitting beside the sea and being soothed by somber waves and the effervescence of the salty air. These things are dreams, fantasies, falsehoods that you have chosen o adopt in your world where forgiveness, love, respect, and loyalty are commonalities in the populace.
The eyes of God are the only reflection of the world as it truly exists. My eyes tell the tale of the realities this world presents. There are no fresh baked goods without someone counting calories, or gluttonously devouring large quantities. Yards are yellow from water conservation efforts and even parks holds hazards for children at play. The clouds in the sky you see are nuclear and signals of war and civil unrest around the globe. The sea is an ever-changing entity filled the affects of global warming and mankind’s toxins. The sounds, the smells, these ideas of emotional attachments are the true nightmares because they are what you believe and none of them are real. This is the existence I had wished to spare you, but it is no longer possible.
You have become like Buff Bridges who once I considered like a brother. We fought against one another, then for so long we were as one, yet in the end…he chose a commonplace existence. The ignorance of the world providing him the bliss and not the burdens of truth. There remained a line that he just wasn’t going to cross when dealing with me, keeping his distance. This is you Herr Hans, but I am closing the gap on that distance at Havoc. I have given you more than most and you have provided me nothing but your indifference. I was, and I am your master in and out of the ring. As skilled as you are, you lack the proficiency of claiming a real victory over me and if you haven’t noticed Talon is operating on an all new high. It looks familiar doesn’t it Herr Hans? The eyes devoid of pity, of mercy and sympathy.
You are not getting into the ring any more with Senester, the one whom once you sided with, and have since avoided to some degree. You are getting into the ring with God, I the creator and destructor of lives. I who bath in blood and you in mere water. I whose love is rivaled only by wrath for those finding themselves at the opposite end of the spectrum. You cannot measure the depths I go, you cannot account for the things that I am willing to do, you cannot comprehend the method to the mastery that is I, the Lord for no man can go where I go.
This company is on trail and you force my hand still Herr Hans. The world is watching, the government is watching, the law is watching our every move. Will they see simple exhibition at Havoc or will they see an example made as they witnessed with Butch Parker. Call your friend, ask him what it is like to go up against God. Ask him what it means to mortal man to be blessed by the lord but not give proper praise. I took everything from the mighty lion and I can just as easily bring the Baron crashing down to the earth and its people he so loves along with your brother.
Herr Heinrich, the voracious young competitor and All Star Champion, you eyes say so much and so little at the same time. You hardly know me yet you’ve judged based on your brothers ill accounts. Talon and I have no time to waste convincing others. That time has passed, but you want to hate me, you want to hate Talon? I will give you good reason at Havoc. Ask Talon himself, as Maniac…brothers are a specialty of mine. When Havoc rolls around gentlemen you will discover it for yourselves. Talon and I will rejoice over you, and bring you to nought.
Senester holds up his glass to toast.
(Senester): Cheers gentlemen. To all that was, and all that must be.
He drinks and places the glass down as the scene fades to black.
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