"But God shall wound the head of his enemies, and the hairy scalp of such a one as goeth on still in his trespasses. The Lord said, I will bring again from Bashan, I will bring my people again from the depths of the sea: That thy foot may be dipped in the blood of thine enemies, and the tongue of thy dogs in the same." (Psalms 68:21-23)
The sound of a sliding door is heard as Senester walks down the hallway of the private medical facility somewhere in Dark Horse Towers. He is bandaged with visible cuts on his face and stitches in his head. He looks at chart on one of the rooms doors and walks in. A man is in bed being fed by a nurse that he can barely remove his eyes from her voluptuousness. He spots Senester coming in and straightens up in the bed.
(Man): Senester? My Lord….what are you doing here? That Romano got in a few lucky strikes eh?
(Senester): Nothing our staff cannot remedy, but I’m actually here to see you….Foster right?
(Foster): Yes my Lord…Foster, and I’m honored. Five years with Dark Horse and I finally meet you. I'm so grateful to you sir. Your staff here has been more than accommodating.
He glances at the nurse again who smiles warmly at him and then to Senester nodding her agreement.
(Senester): I'm pleased to hear it. Tell me, what do you remember about the accident?
(Foster): I was in the East Tower my Lord. Eric Peterson and I were in the B7 lab and the alarm hit, but by the time I turned around it was too late, those fuking safety doors were already closing. I dived for the door but my leg got stuck. Eric pulled me out but the damn thing crushed my leg.
(Senester): An unfortunate incident…., but you're recovering well?
(Foster): Well they had to cut the damn thing off. I can't work anymore, but I guess the disability will have to do. Christine's gonna get all that paper work turned in to your office right quick. Other than that, I should be out tomorrow which means I'll be able to be home for the boys on Halloween afterall, my boys are going to flip!
(Senester): I'm sure they will be more than surprised. Christine did send in paperwork and I wanted bring it right back to you personally.
Foster bursts with glee as Senester hands him the envelope, eager to find out what benefits he's going to be privy to, and begins to read with a smile. His smile loosens and his eyebrows begin to sag.
(Foster): What the fuk is this? What's this divorce shyt?
(Senester): I'm afraid your wife has filed for divorce, and as a Dark Horse's employee herself she is privy to our legal department’s services who will be handling her case.
(Foster): What? Why? Goddamn it I damn near died working for you, you souless sack of shyt. I put my ass on the line every day in that lab, if people knew what we were doing down there…
Foster begins to get distressed and tries to get out of bed and rolls over to the floor. The nurse stands there as he reaches out trying to grab Senester's feet as he looks down at him.
(Senester): Haven't I always treated you well, a steady job, great pay, benefits? And then what happened? You turned ungrateful because I ask you to do one thing.
The man grabs Senester's foot and he kicks him in the face knocking him back towards the bed.
(Senester): I was watching you, I'm always watching, listening, waiting.
The nurse turns on the screen in the room and it begins to show the labs security footage one week ago where he had his accident. He's working with a few flasks, and fluids, holding one up looking at the contents.
(Foster): Fuking asshole. Every fuking, goddamn holiday they pull this shyt. "We need you to work on Christmas, we need you to work on Easter, we need you to work on New Years, we need you to work on Thanksgiving…we’re sorry but the family will have to wait this Halloween"……. I'm sick of this shyt.
(Eric): What are we gonna do man, it's just half a day, shyt it's not like I'm in a rush to eat some crap ass candy. My kids could care less, and Liz is on the rag so it’s not like I’m gonna be getting a treat there either…..hell, I rather be at work.
(Foster): Well your kids are teens, they probably have parties to get to anyway, my boys are still little, and besides…Jennifer makes the best fuking caramel apples on the planet. Kids get candy, take their little butts to bed, and I’m gonna fuk Jen til she she’s ghosts…so Senester can eat me.
Eric laughs and just then the alarm hits, red strobes flash and the evacuation notice is heard. Immediately Eric heads for the closing doors and notices Foster still behind.
(Eric): What the hell are you doing?
(Foster): One sec…I can’t just set this shyt down here, it’ll blow.
Foster replaces the flask safely down and rushes out. The door is inches from closing and he dives for it, his leg being slammed into it as it closes on him. A blood curdling scream is heard and Eric grabs his arm trying to pull him out. If not for the blood gushing from his leg acting as lubrication he wouldn’t have been able to pull him free. Back to the current time he finishes telling Senester the account of the incident.
(Senester): How tragic Foster. You're leg gone as penance for your blasphemy, and your family now stripped away for your adultery. Men like you, like Butch Parker simply do not appreciate the blessings I have awarded you. You claim so much to love your families yet you defy me, and you speak my name in vain knowing the sins of the father extend beyond you.
(Foster): I'm a good man, a good man. I love my wife.
(Senester): I'm sure you do but for some reason when I showed Jennifer this tape, she suddenly didn't feel the same anymore.
(Foster): What tape?
(Senester): Don't be coy. You know what I'm talking about. Cetina here has been more than a nurse to you hasn’t she? She's been a friend, a friend with......benefits, in your time of grief hasn't she?
Foster is weeping on the floor, begging at Senester's feet.
(Foster): Please?
(Senester): Isn’t it ironic. Parker found his ruin with another woman as well. You find now like he will that it just isn't worth it in the end to challenge me. You may have fun while you’re trying, but in the end victory and vengeance is mine.
(Foster): No..... please...my boys......Jennifer.....(weeping)
(Senester): There's an old saying Foster: "Let the punishment fit the crime." Your last words were that I could "eat you," so I found it only fitting that after they took your leg it be fed back to you, from what I understand you really enjoyed your meals this past week.
Foster begins to vomit on the floor, his face laying in chunks of hurled stew. Potatoes and carrots mashed together in a wet sticky pile, and meat he thought to be anything but his own leg. He vomits again emptying his stomach as he gags and the clear mucus dribbles from his mouth as snot drools from his nose as he whines and cries. Senester smiles as he starts walking away, his arm folded behind him arrogantly.
(Senester): That’s the Halloween spirit Foster. You’re right…your boys are going to flip. Their father is a flesh eating goul this year.
Senester leaves the room as the stench of puke rises and he enters into the hallway and he laughs heartily. Still thinking of Butch Parker his mind wanders back to Havoc as he makes his way back towards his office. Minutes later he’s arrived and his crew has prepared to record a message for distribution.
(Senester): Rumor has it Mr. Parker that you spoke with Mrs. Shevington following Havoc regarding certain events of the evening. Is this what the prospect of fatherhood has reduced the mighty lion to…charging into the bosses office like a disgruntled line worker and “complaining.” I’m sure the tabloids are buzzing. The wrestling world is on fire about you exchange of the Rampant Lion for the Rampant Liar. Once more you point your finger at me for something I did not do. The business at Havoc between a certain gentleman and myself has of grossly exaggerated with the claims of me paying to have you attacked. This is what we call blasphemy Mr. Parker. This is what we call slander.
Sitting on his desk, quite by coincidence is a small pendulum, that Senester places a few coins unbalancing it.
(Senester): How freely you tip the scales of justice with your fabrications. What you and the rest of those watching saw nothing more than the exchange of an envelope. For all you know I could have been handing him a signed contract, a book of coupons, or a pumpkin pie recipe. The fact of the matter is…you don’t know, and because you don’t know you find it your best interest to perpetuate lies about me. Not even a full day into your return and you’re back to your old blame games.
Tread carefully Mr. Parker…if you’re so keen on blaming me, spreading filthy lies and accusations I just might give you good reason to, and turn your lies into truths. You wouldn’t want that would you? You forget…it was your decision to return to HWA, not mine, and you’re really getting off on the wrong foot. You insist on this absurd paternity test which I was kind enough to indulge after already explaining you were not the father, then just hours later you’re in Shevington’s office with your commonplace nuisances. I’m the World Heavyweight Champion, I’m God…I deserve your reverence not your petty retributions. It may sound like the same old rhetoric to you, but you’ll do well to remember it. There are those who learn the hard way though.
Senester looks at a screen on the wall, watching the medical area he just left. An inconsolable Foster sits on the floor in hysteria, his entire world crushed with cruelty. On a separate screen we see that Senester is watching parts of his match from Havoc.
(Senester): You however are not alone in those who need their memory jogged. This past week Mr. Romano had some choice words of his own, and the obviously were noted by Shevington who saw it fit to inject her judgment in my match turning it into an unexpected title defense. As I told you at Havoc Mr. Romano…you disappoint me. How dare you speak against me? I’ve made Dark Horse resources available to you in all of your recent legal troubles. How dare you suggest any measure of superiority over me? Did you really expect to walk away with a win over me? Did you really expect that once the match was skewed to benefit you that the odds too would change? I’ve smote men for less. After so many years we had resolved to be allies, yet you cast it aside for wasted ambitions. The years have changed Mr. Romano. I’ve stayed out of the title scene for a decade, and now that the gold is mine…I have no intentions of losing it. I will not lose it, not to you, not to Deas, to no one. I am a benevolent God, and shall provide you with the opportunity to recant your obstinate comments. The choice and the consequences are yours.
His thoughts reflect on the last several months. It had been some six months since he last teamed with anyone, that person being Antonio Romano…as Maniac. He must face the pesky All Star Champion Judas Mercury and the loyalist Sheik Shakir. Beside him would be the unknown, a man he’s never met yet alone teamed with…Chuckles the Clown.
(Senester): So at tag match it is at Outlawed. The fates have spun a round of dastardly combinations it would seem, and you Chuckles stand beside greatness. I watched you at Havoc, and I heard what you’ve had to say. Your fervor is something I can harness, something I can nurture, and I shall test this at Havoc. I don’t know what your business is with Bryan Deas, but if you want to impress me, if you want to truly bring hardcore back to HWA then you’ll need to do more than what you displayed at Havoc, yet this I suspect you are aware. You seem a……capable man.
I understand you are a veteran of sorts. Traveled the globe, and have the scars to prove it. Let me hear the tale of your badges of honor you wear upon your skin, and I shall lead the way at Outlawed for you to add one more. There are many divisions in HWA, be certain where the lines are drawn Chuckles, and on what side of the line you stand. My will is absolute, and the insolence of no man shall I abide. I look forward to Outlawed, and we shall see how sharp your blades are, and in which direction they hungrily point.
Senester ends the transmission with a fiendish grin.
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