"For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God. (Romans 3:23)
It is the witching hour. Dark Horse towers remains as bustling in the night as in the day, and we find Senester deep in thought pacing one of his cherished museums where he stops at the infamous barbwired bat enclosed in a glass case. His mind wanders back to the images of Butch Parker’s leg after Hans used it one him, the bits of flesh and blood still dried to it like a tribal trophy. He recently reviewed Han’s promo and it is at the foremost of his mind.
(Senester): My dear Herr Hans….since you appear to be in the mood for confessions…allow me to make one of my own….you surprise! I hadn’t expected any requests from our match coming from you. The hands that you’ve been dealt have always managed to be well played cards for you, so why now is the wager too great or the stakes too high? Notwithstanding the fact that I have no intention of anyone or anything getting in our way, it is an intriguing request nonetheless, and one easily accommodated. There is something about you Herr Hans that has always found my favor. Your poise, your professionalism, your talent. There is a kinship between us. It is why seven years ago I had hoped to enlighten you, to guide you to the fruition of your potential removed from the boundaries of flesh and bone, of society, and of humanity itself. I could tell the tale of you and Black Dragon endlessly without growing weary of it. Why do you resist me so? Why do you appear to disagree so much? Why do you not see that I have always had your best interest at heart? Why was it not you that sought to solve my simple riddles to salvation?
The ways of the Lord are not meant to be understood Herr Hans. My will is divine, and just, this is all you need ever know. I am the invisible hand at your back to push you into action, to protect you from falling, to feel beneath the skin the pulse in your veins and rhythm of your heartbeat. I don’t want to fight you, but you force my hand with your blasphemy, and repudiation. Believe me when I tell you, I weep for you. I weep out of sadness seeing what you have become, and knowing what you could be. There are days that I smile, thinking back to the fledgling at my side allowing nothing to stand in his way. Can those days be so far gone? How I approach this match otherwise, may very well depend on the success of failure of your fiancée, Ms. Vanessa Lang.
Senester continues throughout the room and comes to a case with a collection of jewelry, his eyes fix upon a Hannibal’s ring, once the carrier of the poison that killed him. The thought of rings themselves seems to be on his mind with Hans and Vanessa, and how much hangs in the balance surrounding them.
(Senester): Ms. Lang, believe me I understand the concerns you may have going into this match, but you of all people are aware that at any given time, you may be summoned to the active duty roster. While it has been some time since your last in-ring performance, I have no doubt that you have maintained some degree of athleticism and are up for the challenge. Between you and I Ms. Lang, you will never love Hans as much as I. I…his true lord and master who once nurtured him. I consider him close to me, even a brother as I have Bridges all these years, but the ties that bind families can become loose, tattered, and they are often pulled and knotted in ways that obstruct their productivity. I am pulling for you at Fatality Ms. Lang, I want you to win. It gives me no pleasure pondering bringing him pain, making him suffer. I suffer for him, I sacrifice for him, for all the children of God, for all my beloved angels, but I shall not be defied. He has walked a fine line these many years; you’ll never comprehend the resolve in him to resist me as he has. At Fatality Ms. Lang…save him…save my great archangel from pain and suffering, deliver him from a heart pierced with misery. Do not think of Logan and that little girl in the ring with you. Logan, while misguided is talented and the lesser leagues will be glad to have him should he decide to continue in the industry. All Wilkinson will remain in my employ, and I will make good use of her. You are not condemning them Ms. Lang, you are securing your future. You were left at the alter once before, I suggest you do everything in your power to make sure than the man you wish to marry is standing by your side on that faithful day.
And you little Ally, Talon and I look forward to seeing you in the ring for the very first time. Had you only listened to your brother, he would have protected you as he had your entire life. You’ll say that you don’t need him….that you have Logan now, but his love is not the same as my adored seraphim. There is only so far Logan will go for you, there are only so many hoops and hurdles he will jump for you, and there are some lines that he will never cross for you. It is a false sense of security you feel in his arms. You disgust me little girl. We tried to guide you, to nurture you, to help you understand Daniel’s sacrifice for you all, but you wouldn’t heed Talon’s warnings. Instead you’ve spread your legs, squandering the opportunity we provided you, desecrating your brother’s name, and in the end it brought you to naught but a ruined womb. We place Logan’s career in your hands at Fatality little girl. If you do not win, you will find yourself truly alone, as your contract remains and your lover is forced to watch from television. Dark Horse attorney’s have already prepared an injunction where Logan will never be allowed access to an HWA event, he may not even buy a ticket. He will be a commoner, resigned to watch on cable and nothing more. However, if you win…he will be fully reinstated and all will be as it was for the two of you. One cannot say the same however for Herr Hans. Your victory seals his fate, his destiny in the palm of my hands. I may be the nail to the coffin little girl, but at Fatality you shall be the hammer, and we shall see if you strike or not.
Senester sighs deeply, folding his arms behind him as he walks.
(Senester): Indeed Herr Hans this web runs wide, its strands fortified with the life-force of those who enter, and at Fatality we shall see who frees themselves and who is left. I will give you what you ask at Fatality, but you will find that I am just as much a master in the ring as I am outside of it. I love you Hans, but I will humble you to my power. It is my greatest wish, that I needn’t destroy you as well.
Senester rubs his hands across the statue and exits the museum as the scene fades to black.
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