" Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further: and here shall thy proud waves be stayed” (Job 38:11)
(Godbout): Michael Godbout here for CBC News. Quite the stir developed at a live HWA wrestling event in Sofia, Bulgaria. Individuals as young as two years old were affected by a biochemical agent that had been placed on Butch Parker t-shirts. Early in the evening fans flooded concessions stands for HWA merchandise. Mugs, trinkets, t-shirts, videos were all sold out. As the night progress in the arena, the signs of what to come were already showing. To the casual observer…episodes of itching throughout the arena were easily dismissed, until later when the situation escalated to the discovery of the tainted Butch Parker t-shirts, and the mastermind behind the attack HWA Owner and CEO Senester.
Fans young and old began clawing at their skin, ripping the t-shirts from their bodies, women exposing their bare chest to free themselves, parents were pulling the clothes off their children and sheltering them, the helpless disabled guests from the Sophia Association were in sheer panic. It is unclear what the agent was, but it left moderate to severe burns on the victims. Hours after the show hazmat crews remained on hand disposing of t-shirts and providing onsite care to thousands. We’ll have more information and reactions from those involved in the upcoming days.
The screen shuts off and as the camera pans out we see Senester’s putting down an iPad like device on the park bench he’s sitting on. Extremely uncharacteristic of his norm, he’s wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses, a plain white t-shirt and jeans.
(Senester): Is this what it’s like for you Mr. Parker? First, let me assure you it gives me little pleasure sitting here in this park, in these clothes like a commoner, but I find as it is called…. “people watching” informative, invigorating at times even like at Havoc.
At Havoc, I reminded the world that thou shalt have no false idols before me. Your devotees were justly punished for their transgression Mr. Parker; any conversation to the contrary is blasphemy. From the Bulgarian crowd, to your “special guests” I wanted to see the look on your face when you realized that you led them to their fate by turning them away from the word of God to your heroism, athletic triumph, and now paternal banter. You kneel beside them as an equal and they love you for it, but you are the wolf to the sheep.
You’re no hero now to that quadriplegic boy, relieving his bowels on the toilet while the man who supervised him was made an example of by Mr. James? Tell me about the screams of the girl with the amputated arms who couldn’t even scratch herself as her flesh burned. What did you see in the eyes of the father ripping the t-shirt he just bought off his young daughter exposing her bare innocence for the world to see on live television? I can still hear her screams singing in my mind when you doused her with water as if to perform some healing miracle. I saw in his eyes “this is your fault Butch Parker,” I was “This should be you Butch Parker.” Thousands as I understand now suffer the effects of being your fan. Your name is now seared across their flesh, as a symbol of their loyalty, and a reminder of the common disappointment one receives when meeting false idols.
People continue passing him, unaware of even who he is incognito. A woman sits across from him covering her exposed breast for her infant to feed upon. A man jogs alongside the pond blocking out the world to the tunes from his iPod. A mother spits in a napkin, wiping her sons skinned knee from playing on the jungle gym. The scenery is overall what many might find peaceful, relaxing and the very reason some visit the park to begin with.
(Senester): I imagine how the events with the Sofia Association weigh on your mind. Given the notice from the arena we received of broken tile in your locker room. The repair costs will of course be coming from you pay, although mere pennies to you. In any case, let us return to the subject of your precious guests. You shouldn’t have invited them. They are abominations, smote in their mother’s womb. Morose creatures freely awarded the sympathies of mankind to mask its own sins of guiltiness. You Butch Parker are guiltier than most. You have such high hopes for your own child, but what if your seed is ruined like your guests are? What if your child arrives missing a limb, sight, or hearing? How hard is the landing for those hopes as they fall from you never being able to share your physical prowess with your son when he’s helplessly latched to a chair and the highlight of his day is when his daddy comes to empty his colostomy bag and tries to keep a kind face? How loud will the Rampant Lion roar if his daughter were born so disfigured even he couldn’t look upon her, you who’ve surrounded yourself with women and their beauties your entire existence giving life to some twisted flesh of a thing who shall never know the warmth of being touched with affection? You’re guilty Parker. You dare parade them around as a shield but, their weaknesses were exposed so that the world could see yours.
Senester watches the passing crowd, and takes a sip of water.
(Senester): A so-called tragedy here, a war there, and this world keeps spinning. In time they too will move past this event, but they shall never forget it, nor forgive you for it. The last year you have spent trying to move your new life forward after wrestling, before you decided to return to your old one in the ring. A year in the making some are calling our pending match...strung on the spinning wheels of fate. You’ll come to Blood, Sweat and Tears, but no further, I will slay your pride in that ring Butch Parker. I will turn your justice, your retribution, your revenge, your vengeance, or whatever you wish to call your putrid cause…I will take it from you, and turn it against you, for I wield a weapon none can withstand. I hold and command the key locking your path to victory, and securing my reign of this symbolic World Heavyweight Championship.
We’ve fought before, both with our shares of wins and loses, but there is something different about this match. All I have to offer is this title, but your redemption is on the line, a piece of your soul that I have claimed and you want back to right your alleged wrongs and make you whole again….and here I thought you didn’t regret saving your sister’s life. No regrets mean just that, every moment from when we first made our accord to the moment I delivered her from deaths grasp as promised. I keep my promised Mr. Parker, and Blood, Sweat and Tears, I promise you’ll lose. Hither to you have come, but no further, no further at all. Your pathetic waves of pride will be stayed.
Senester’s limo pulls up, and he gets up leaving the park behind as the scene fades to black.
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