"Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love him." (Matthew 10:28)
Senester receives Fallen’s message and as he first reviews it, is impressed. As he goes along his impressions turn mildly irritable.
(Senester): Well, well, well…listen to you Mr. Angel. I must admit, I admire this fire in your eyes, I like that drop of silver on your tongue, just be certain you point your weapons of war in the right direction. Confidence is a fundamental element in the design of a great athlete, but over-confidence is assured to be his downfall. Despite our past…at present, there are no quandaries between us. Everyone knows I am a forgiving God. But, be careful the words you choose when you address me. Let civility prevail and we shall remain as we are now.
It’s been two and half years since we’ve met in the ring one-on-one, one week removed from your match with TNT where the leg you mentioned was originally injured. So why is it that you point the blame for your wounded limb at me? Why hold me at fault for exercising my right to exploit your injury in our match? Would you not do the same? Have you not already done so yourself to others in matches? It is the spirit of competition Mr. Angel.
Senester turns to the video wall where dozens of screens are showing his match with Fallen back in 2010. He watches with his back to the camera, arms folded behind him in perfect poise.
(Senester): What you should remember about our match is that for reasons of my own…I first gave you the opportunity to walk away before it began. You flipped me off and chose to fight. What you should remember is that it was your friend Payne who interfered on your behalf. It was he who hit me with a sledgehammer and left you to walk away disqualified.
What happened then Fallen? You, Payne, Draconis, and the rest of your Sons of Anarchy hog-tied me and dumped me in the trunk of a car. As you sped away whose voice did I hear? Whose cries burst through the veil of your blasphemy? It was Shakir. I could hear Curt Evers banging and clawing at the trunk with a crowbar until you sped off. Whose body willed itself through faith and devotion to lunge onto the hood of that car? Whose hands clung to its grooves as you hit the road at excessive speeds until he was flung off onto the street at 60mph. It was Shakir.
He cuts the video clip off and turns back to the camera. A slightly irritable expression on his face. He says nothing for a few moments allowing the images of the video so sink in. Heading to the bar he pours himself a glass of liquor, smells its amazing bouquet before taking a swig.
(Senester): Your impiety trumps the pitiable pain you felt in your leg Mr. Angel. These are the things you should remember when you walk the aisle at Havoc to face me. Regardless of how difficult and how long you claim your road to recovery to have been…you are right in one thing. You should be wary. Be not so of me, and not of my will…but of your own next steps. You have just begun to walk a fine line, a mere hick-up could teeter you onto the wrong side of my grace. We can have an competitive exhibition at Havoc, or I can give you something more to lament than the insignificant memory of old wounds.
But, since your memory is so crystal clear regarding the last time we faced one another in a ring, certainly you recall that I am no "man" as you refer me as. You should recall that I work in mysterious ways. You should recall that there is but one message of absolute consequence to the masses, it is the message of God and you should hang on my every word. Whatever “message” you have to say is a meager post-it note in comparison. I don’t need to “hear” it, and you have little hope of bringing me the pain you suggest. What you need to do is hear me when I say unto you, I know the tingle at your fingertips at the thought or mention of Shakir. You can literally feel his throat in your grasp can’t you? I know your vengeful dreams when you sleep, and the nightmares you imagine for him while you’re awake. You feel these are your right for what he did in that bombing. Yes…I am responsible for orchestrating his release. It took a considerable number of resources to facilitate the effort, but that should be no concern of yours.
Senester returns to his desk and sits down with his glass. He takes a deep sigh his thoughts focused on Fallen.
(Senester): You have been so keen in remembering inconsequential elements of our past and easily you neglect those of real value to you. The path to my purposes is known only to me, and men like you must have faith Mr. Angel. Faith that I have set before you an opportunity, you can follow this path and see where it leads you, or you can stray from the path of God as so many have and see where that leads you. I have no doubt that you will be ready at Havoc, but given your commentary I fear you may be preparing for the wrong thing. In any case we’ll find out in one week. Until then…the eyes of God are ever watchful. Be blessed Mr. Angel. Be blessed.
End Trasmission!
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