Los Angeles International Airport (LAX)
Senester’s jet is arriving at LAX just at sunset in its long flight from Frankfurt Germany. As it lands and taxi’s on the runway towards a private hanger he can see paparazzi out the window, and looks over to his security chief with dismay.
(Senester): They’re like maggots on a festering corpse aren’t they?
(Officer): Yes sir!
(Senester): Is she here?
(Officer): No! She’s on voice conference waiting in the limo.
(Senester): Good!
The jet comes to a stop in the hangar and the crowd has gathered outside, held back by security. It’s a bit of a chaotic scene cameras flashing and reporters shouting out random questions. Senester can hear them but amidst the mass of media he has no idea who is asking what.
(Reporter): Are the rumors true…when will you be shutting down HWA?
(Reporter): Are you concerned about the next witness in the company’s legal case?
(Reporter): Can you confirm that Fallen is in rehab?
(Reporter): Who is the man in the Santa Claus suit?
(Reporter): Can you comment on HWA events being protested by PETA?
(Reporter): Tell us about your funding the Italian mafia through Antonio Romano?
Amidst the bombardment of questions which he ignores, Senester is whisked towards a limo waiting on the opposite side of the hangar, where is greeted by an assistant.
(Assistant): We’re ready for your conference and statement inside, but first…you’ll want to see this?
She hands his a magazine and he looks at the cover, not seeming to pleased with it.
(Senester): This is ludicrous. I want the editor fired, do what you need to.
Senester starts to get in the limo, then stops and turns his head back at her.
(Senester): Oh, and I want it done today!
(Asistsant): Of course.
As he sits down inside she reaches in and passes him a folder.
(Assistant): This is the recap of Road to Ruin. I’ve taken the liberty of matching the ratings by quarter hour segments, and the outline you requested for your discussion is at the bottom.
He takes a moment to look over it, and goes through a few facial expressions of smiles to frowns, and even confusion.
(Senester): Well…let’s get this over with then.
He gives her a nod dismissing her as the limo takes off. Inside with a remote he presses a button where video equipment begins recording.
(Senester): While Road to Ruin now lies days behind us, one would be remise not to reflect on its events. However, let me first introduce you to via video conference….Mrs. Elizabeth Shevington
We see a surprisingly older woman sitting in her office in Dark Horse Towers, and she definitely has a no nonsense air about her.
(Mrs. Shevington): Thank You, my lord. My name is Elizabeth Shevington, and I am the new Executive Director of Business Affairs for the Hardcore Wrestling Alliance. My sole purpose is to facilitate the production of our Havoc, ppv and house shows, to oversee media, public relations, and above all else…to uphold and adhere to policy. Allow me to be clear ladies and gentlemen, I have a singular purpose. I am here to make decisions in the best interest of this company, not the individual talent, and not the fans. I will not be coerced in any fashion. I look forward to working in this new position and along with its great responsibilities I have been given an even superior amount of faith. Faith I intend to demonstrate is well placed.
(Senester): Mrs. Shevington, Thank you. I will give you a formal introduction at Havoc. Now, back to Road to Ruin: Bryan Deas vs. Toast opened the event. Mr. Deas, contrary to your delusional belief you didn’t successfully defend the All Star Championship. The match concluded with a double disqualification. One of the few accurate remarks Bridges made in the evening regarded your reign as “sad” I believe the word was. You don’t have viable competition but it would appear that Toast’s ill groomed exterior shrouds a tough interior. Mr. Theodore Toasten your first HWA in-ring performance proved most promising, but find out soon enough if you have any real staying power, or if you’re better off with your day shift at McDonalds. Enjoy the gold while you can Deas, you are nothing more than its bearer waiting to pass it on to its next true owner.
Next on the card was Antonio Romano vs. Primordial Sin. Unfortunately for the viewers at home most of the physical activity occurred backstage off camera. Your instincts failed me Mr. Romano, don’t ever let it happen again. Primordial Sin, you want on this roster. Get up, brush yourself and make it past Mr. Romano. Given that you abilities do not appear capable of such a feat, then enjoy the laurels of your 15 minutes of fame your brief appearance at Road to Ruin provided.
All was not completely lost was it? It would seem that Santa thinks he knows something the rest of us do not. I don’t know what kind of proof, evidence or testimony you think you have Mr. Claus, but in the eyes of the law no one is going to believe a man who only weeks ago attacked one of my attorneys overseeing Mr. Romano’s case.
(Mrs. Shevington): Sir, if I may.
(Senester): Please.
(Mrs. Shevington): Mr. Claus, at present you are the only one breaking the law. Assault, and animal cruelty which does in fact have PETA breathing down our back, by you taking reindeer out of their natural habitat into conditions without proper care. There is also the issue of their fecal matter which you in-fact encourage at the ppv. This behavior is far below OSHA standards for employee safety and any fines or penalties regarding this, as well as fees for proper and certified care, transport, and housing will be deducted from your salary.
(Senester): I needn’t comment further it would appear. That brings me to you Judas Mercury. Kudos on your little subterfuge at the ppv, it’s obvious you have every intention of delaying your inevitable pain and suffering and will use any excuse to prolong it. Fine…let us play your game Mr. Mercury. 24/7 and 365 I am God, it doesn’t matter to me when it happens, because I know for a fact that it will. When I get my hands on you, I will take account of the offenses you’ve accrued and one by one issue your return. You should have quit while you were ahead Mercury. What happened to your little stunt double is exactly what is going to happen to you when next we meet in the ring.
That brings me to you Bridges. People like Mercury don’t know when to quit, and people like you and Deas don’t seem to remember the consequences of getting in my way. I kept you on in supplementary roles because of your expertise, but stay out of my business, and don’t you dare tell me what you only “think” is going on with this company. I’ve taken a deep look around, I know precisely what is going on and I know precisely what has yet to come.
Suddenly Senester smiles…
(Senester): Last and certainly not least was Ronnie McNeil vs. Talon Wilkinson for the HWA World Heavyweight Championship. This match was everything it was designed to be. I’ve waited these 4 years for Talon to finish what he started with you McNeil, for everything to come full circle just as it did. All these past few months, in all these matches as he vied for the title and lost by technicalities and mishaps you felt yourself redeemed and vindicated in your defenses. It simply wasn’t the right time. You declared before this bout that it was your last in HWA and that you would leave it as champion. You may be leaving McNeil, but you leave empty-handed. You didn’t leave with the title, you didn’t leave with some absurd friendship renewed, you left with a bum leg and a few paltry cheers from fans. Your perspective is an unfortunate one, but when you look back on your HWA career one could only have wondered when you’d go from bend to break. This leaves you Talon. You did what I knew you would, what I expected you to but you cannot afford to rest easy. Now begins a new challenge, a new “measure of the man” so-to-speak. Enjoy this championship Talon, it belongs to you and we shall celebrate it at Havoc.
Senester leans back in his seat and takes a swig of fine cognac as the scene fades to black.
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