And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth. And God said, Behold, I have given you every herb bearing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree, in the which is the fruit of a tree yielding seed; to you it shall be for meat. And to every beast of the earth, and to every fowl of the air, and to everything that creepeth upon the earth, wherein there is life, I have given every green herb for meat: and it was so. And God saw everything that he had made, and, behold, it was very good. And the evening and the morning were the sixth day. Thus the heavens and the earth were finished, and all the host of them.
(Senester): The heavens and the earth. Only days ago, the night sky danced with Perseids, it was a fantastic meteor shower. Children and adults alike marvel at the spectacle a shower provides the earth’s atmosphere. “Shooting Stars” children are told, cosmic greatness that one can wish upon and have the sensation of faith tingle their senses. Havoc seemed to produce its own shooting stars, did it not? Butch Parker returning to the scene, if just for a brief few weeks. Michael Dredge and his absurd human decency campaign, and last but not least Buff Bridges…casting aside the better judgment of head…for his heart. Like the night sky, I watched as children marveled at the spectacular taking place in the ring…a reunion of sorts of this industries most prominent superstars.
Yet, like shooting stars their reality is very much the same. Shooting stars are not stars at all, they are mere rocks, burning against the atmosphere. They disintegrate before ever touching earth. Gentlemen…I am God. I am that atmosphere you burn against, I am the universal super power from which you cast your glow. Like the night sky you marveled the crowd for a few brief moments, then the night was over, and you fizzles out. Perseids will come again, as will names such as yours and the endless tale of smaller insignificant entities trying to crash against a superior power will be told once more.
I suppose now we turn from those who were to those who could have been…namely Talon Wilkinson. The world is inquisitively buzzing following the events which transpired between us, which should have come as no great revelation to anyone. Who dances in the Garden of Eden, and eats of its fruits so freely, and who do I reward endlessly, without the proper praise given my name? I positioned him where I wanted and needed him to be, it is as simple as that. As I said at Havoc, I had hoped to keep him. I had hoped to make him more than he imagined, but there are tests in this world that mortal men must take, unseen and unknown to them, and while he had come far, I cannot abide his greater failures and transgressions. His future is clear to me, but I shall permit the power of time to tell that inevitable tale.
Havoc approaches and Mrs. Shevington has seen fit to send a lamb to slaughter. What fateful soul will have his day in the spotlight? Who must have the misfortune of not only facing me, but doing so under the double-duty clause? It doesn’t matter. I can assure myself victory, and as not to disappoint yourself with failure…whomever you may be…I suggest you take this match as an experience. An experience to come close to the divine, and experience of the spotlight, and experience of a lifetime young would-be wrestlers in training camps and dank, dungeness dwelling around the world would love to have. I will come to Havoc with the power of the universe, and watch once more the stars burn out.
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