"I form the light, and create darkness: I make peace, and create evil: I the LORD do all these things." (Isaiah 45:7) (Lamentations 3: 38-39)
Senester smiles his limo speeds off, thwarting yet another attack by Butch. An attendant inside brushes at the broken glass from the window and he prepares video equipment for a message to be broadcast on HWA TV. His speech is altered by slight mumbles and lisps not accustomed to having missing teeth. The very teeth that moments ago Butch Parker knocked out in a fiery rage, unleashing a brief yet powerful assault on him. Senester’s mouth is still bleeding and he holds a wet cloth to the side of it, dabbing blood. His nose perhaps broken continues to bleed as well. Perhaps one of the most disheveled appearances he has ever made on camera, yet a wry smile remains, and a sense of supreme satisfaction.
(Senester): My nose, my teeth, these bruises, this swelling…the surface heals and in a few days I’ll be back to normal. Tonight was about two things me regaining the World Title, and you Butch Parker, but enough about me let us talk about you. Tell me Mr. Parker, if you had to do all over again, would you? If I turned back the hands of time to 2004, would you do it all again? Would you still get Goosebumps when your old “Onward Battle” march drummed into the arena for the very first time? Would “The One Man Tartan Army” focus heartily on his craft and being the best, on being the pure physical dominance now synonymous with your name? Would you still be a man deeply rooted in your family? Would you have numerous championships to your credit? Would you still be a legend?
What if Thane Givens never pissed on your brother’s grave? What if you never met ICE? What if you never met Wisdom? What if you never mauled Hans with that infamous bat? What if you never fought the names of Buff Bridges, Michael Dredge, Maniac, Ixidor, Reaper, yours truly…and the list goes on in epic encounters? What if you never won a championship or received an award in HWA? What if you never had a brain tumor? What if AC James hadn’t crippled your nephew Sean? What if Diana never had cancer? What if none of these things and more had never happened? Would Butch Parker still be Butch Parker? Think of this for a few moments.
Senester exchanges a blood soaked cloth for a fresh one.
(Senester): Year after year you have been blessed with the rewards of the ring, the gifts that this company, the flagship of the wrestling industry and I have provided you. Year after year you have carried on believing your every accomplishment to be the result of your own devotion to your craft, and the small sacrifices of your family life. Never once have I received your thanks, your gratitude, or the proper praise I was due. After years of standing against me, you stood beside me for half a year for your own selfish reasons…so your sister could receive life saving treatment from the superior medical services only Dark Horse could provide.
No doubt in your mind, nor anyone else’s that you have paid your dues. No one will ever say anything to the contrary. You have paid you dues to the ring, and to this business ten times over, but you have yet to pay your dues to me. I planned your return long before your departure Butch Parker. I sent Minerva to you to be with you, to bed, but you were never forced into it. You chose of your own will to have your way with her, not once, not twice, but numerous times. You chose to end the life of your sparring partner and dump his body into the sea. You credit yourself for all that is great and glorious in your career and you blame me for every dark moment. And when the years wound down, when you accomplished it all, when tired of the fight, you couldn’t wait for your contract to finish so you could retire, and peace and quiet could touch your mind, your body and soul.
I let you retire Parker. I let you have a taste of a normal life. I let you have time away to clear your head of the busy business and narrow your life down to the simple pleasure of marriage. To mornings where you awoke and didn’t have to exercise to stay in top shape. I let you have days where you could casually go out to lunch, go shopping, or just leave your home being respected for your privacy rather than a celeb in the constant spotlight. I allowed you evenings to watch the sunset where you could stretch your arms and legs out in comfort instead of in aches and pains from the ring. I gave you nights where your biggest worry was what size steak to have for dinner, and what movie you should watch. I let you retire Butch Parker, because I knew that in a matter of time you would be back.
I knew those bastard children you believed to be your own would bring you back. Like I told you at Havoc…months ago when I saw you trying to push your paperwork through the courts I knew that the time was fast approaching. In true Butch Parker fashion you rode in on your white horse to be their savior, to stake your claim and defend your bloodline. When you left, Wisdom asked for a leave of absence so she could be with you, only in that time she forgot her own contractual obligations, enraptured no doubt by the bliss of being a newlywed. Then she made the mistake of getting pregnant and forgetting her old life for her new completely. Now she is months along and the time has expired for her return to action, and reality sets in. Would Butch Parker be Butch Parker if he knowingly allowed a loved one into a situation he thought better of…of course not. There you were at Havoc on your white horse, the king of your new world, watching the empire you spent the last year building crumble at my feet. I gave you a choice. I told you that it didn’t concern you. In my mercy I went as far as to offer you a compromise to your grief. I had every right to demand Wisdom back and hold her to her remaining 3 years, but allowed you to chose to take her place. You chose and I wouldn’t have expected anything less of you.
Tell me Butch, what is worse for you…discovering that you are not the father, and have no legal claim to those bastard kids, stepping back into the business, and into the ring you happily retired from to spare your wife from it, or having the taste of that precious new beginning erased from your lips and replaced with the grit of this industry once more? This time around Butch, there will be no accolades for you. You have had your time. Remove your crown, for your kingdom is gone and you are once more in mine. I am king. I am the World Heavyweight Champion, yet again, after over a decade without it. It is a symbol you men need to recognize superiority and I shall wield it as such. The next three years of your life will be spent in atonement, in praise of my benevolence. Look back now on my questions, of your career and the moments that have led you to this very point. Would Butch Parker still be Butch Parker? Of course not. I made those things possible, the good, and the bad. Through them I have molded you, created the beast on the inside, and the physical envy of men on the outside. I am your “necessary evil,” you can deny it, you can lie to yourself, to the media and anyone who will listen, but you cannot deny that as surely as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west……I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end of all. You know Butch Parker that I am your Lord and master, and that I am God!
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