"But I tell you, in this you are not right, for God is greater than any mortal. Why do you complain to him that he responds to no one’s words? For God does speak now one way, now another though no one perceives it." (Job 33:12-33)
Havoc had not ended as he had planned, although his master plans remained a mystery as he and Michael James seemingly were attempting to crown Bryan Deas as World Champion over Butch Parker. However, nothing is ever as it seems when it comes to Senester, and by the time all is revealed it is far too late. The journey back to Los Angeles had been fairly quiet, but the media frenzy outside LAX was as expected…a collection of meddlesome morons desperate for a headline. As he excited the Dark Horse jet, reporters buzzed like bees after their hive had been kicked. He adjusts his tie and gloved hands as he and his security team head for the helicopter off to the side.
(Reporter): Senester Hawaiian authorities in Honolulu are reporting charges to be filed against HWA. Assault on police officers, damage to the arena, and loitering in a national park. Obviously the money doesn’t concern you, but what about the negative spotlight this places the company in?
(Senester): Should these alleged filings manifest…I look forward to Dark Horse Legal meeting them in court. Local authorities are paid to be on standby at HWA events, and are subject to waivers in the contract for their services that exempt HWA and its superstars from most incidences occurring inside the arena. As far as damage to the facilities, I’m afraid you’ll need to speak with arena personnel. I cannot account for their inferior security detail that failed to contain the crowd, thus accounting for any interior damage to the arena. And what was it? Loitering a national park? I assume you are referring to the actions of one Stu-E Price. Mr. Price acted of his own volition, using his own funded resources to “loiter” the Tag Team Championships into an active volcano. I’m certain he will answer to the State of Hawaii for his criminal actions, just as he no doubt will be held accountable to HWA for the destruction of company property.
(Reporter): You blatantly interfered in the main event, nearly costing Butch Parker the world title. Why do you hate him so much?
(Senester): Hate is the furthest thing I have for Butch Parker. I’m quite fond of him really. I know who and what he is better than anyone. I know the entity that hides behind the Rampant Lion facade. I know what lies behind the visage of the ultimate champion, the considerate husband, and the doting father and it is nothing as you imagine. What you see in our interactions is disappointment….a type of lament at the actions chosen by a man who swims against the current of his true soul and nature. He is as intent to do so, as I am resolved in turning the tide.
(Reporter): He’s been placed in numerous situations with his back against the wall, he wasn’t given a choice but to rebel against you.
(Senester): He did so against himself as well…perhaps even more so. He could have let his sister Diana die, but he chose to provide her with the only advanced treatment that would save her life. I was happy to assist. He could have remained retired and far away from the ring, but he chose to place himself back on the roster instead of his wife.
(Reporter): Senester, what are your thoughts on Havoc? Suddenly there was a whirlwind of intensity in the closing moments and social media went wild echoing the “war” comments made by Mia and Jason.
(Senester): War was, war is, and war must be. This is no new revelation, no new design or thought process. Mankind has little originality left in them. We’ve simply reached a point in this timeline where sides must be chosen. The mighty will triumph over the inferior, and anyone on the sidelines is collateral damage. This is a point with a consensus to chaos. You’re social media and their echoes only point the finger at an innocent man in Michael James. The weak always fear the powerful. They loath everything they themselves cannot become. Michael James is a highly skilled performer and there are those with his dust in their mouth spewing jealousy. There is a reason he has taken HWA by storm. He is determined, and unlike most he will not allow any bump in the road to detour him, he will not use setbacks as an excuse but motivations, and where there is opportunity he will seize it with the utmost vigor.
This so-called “War” that is brewing…that is its essence. Those who can and will, are pestered by those who can, but don’t. Instead of honing his craft we have a man wandering around in a Santa suit and passing out merchandise. Instead of hitting the pavement at every fanfare event, radio show, television spot, or taking on social media we have men like Bryan Deas, like Judas Mercury, and perhaps even the talented Freddie Styles giving just enough to get noticed, but not enough for long enough for anyone to give a damn. Why did William Draconis make a comeback to HWA? To get even with Fallen. Why hasn’t Fallen become All Star Champion…or even World Champion by now? He spends his time toiling over who isn’t his friend anymore and riding the fence between getting even and getting ahead in this business. Why has Stu-E Price decided to crank his charisma up a notch? So the feebleminded fans don’t notice his stagnant career, or the excuses he’s made for being so nonchalant over the loss of the tag team championships. The list goes on and on….so War? Yes, there will be war and when the dust settles and the last ember from the fires burn out I will be standing, and beside me will be individuals who have risen above the mediocrity of their peers.
I’ve said it before that I’ve been too lenient for too long. Business has taken precedence over my own performance. You people have forgotten what it means to fear. You have forgotten what I have sacrificed, what I have given, but more importantly what I can take. I can erase the memory of every superstar in HWA history from Ice, to Buff Bridges, to Butch Parker, to Ronnie McNeil, to Eddie Phoenix, to Talon Wilkinson to Bryan Deas down to the insignificant Santa Claus….all of them and everyone in-between. I can take wrestling off the map and have the world beg at my feet to give it back. I am God.
(Reporter): Excuse me…but this whole “God” gimmick…thing…or whatever you want to call. Quite frankly….many find it rather offensive, myself included.
In a flash Senester grabs her by the throat with one hand shoving her up against the stairs from the jet. With the other he violently rams his hand against her vagina forcing his four fingers up through her skirt as if putting meat on a skewer. She screams, dropping her mic as others keep their cameras rolling and flashing.
(Senester): You don’t know what it means to be offended. Offensive is having some lowly, woman-like being shove a microphone before you with the blasphemous questions.
He stares at her, studying her face as she slightly gasps and squirms. Screaming “somebody ####ing help me” as she watches her peer reporters look on. He rams his hand further up in her and you can see blood begin to trickle down her leg.
(Senester): This is what I speak of. There it is….Fear! I could rip you in half right here and no one would dare attempt to intervene. Greed is a wonderful sin my dear. Look at them.
He forces her head to the side to stare at her fellow reporters.
(Senester): Greed keeps their cameras filming and flashing. Greed keeps them jotting down my every word. They now hunger for this story like feral beasts, as would you if the roles were reversed. This story you created, but they will get all the credit. This story that would never have come to be had the proper reverence been shown. I am God. In this very moment I can give you your life back or I can take it away. I can make every fiber of your being scream in pain for moments or months and you part your ##### mouth to speak to me of “offense.”
He releases her and steps back, holding out his hand where an attendant comes and removes his glove. He looks at the reporters who are either too afraid to move, or still very much engaged in the plight of their comrade. One bravely breaks the silence to speak.
(Reporter): Can you tell us about Michael Dredge?
(Senester): Yes.
(Reporter): Sir? You were speaking of Michael Dredge.
(Senester): I said I could. I never said that I would.
(Reporter): Then what about the terrorist Sheik Shakir. You reportedly used your political influence to get him released from Guantanamo earlier this year. He’s a known arson, and terrorist who many don’t feel belong in society let alone a wrestling ring.
(Senester): I will have only those beside me whose devotion to the divine, whose deadly sins exceed comprehension and can sweep away the remnants of my wake. Shakir is a man of devout spirituality, yet he’s treated like a Leper, a filthy reject that need be cast from the very light of day into the obscurity of mankind’s blindside. Shakir’s work has only just begun. His shroud will be worn with pride, and I will unleash him like a plague of locusts.
(Reporter): What’s the story with Buff Bridges?
(Senester): As I understand it there are many stories with Buff Bridges. I expect he will emerge from his hiatus to tell them and that people like you, and the fans will believe him.
Without another word Senester turns and walks towards a helicopter security detail in tow. He turns his head slightly to see the female reporter finally being help up, but she adamantly refuses this late gesture for assistance. He smirks and the scene fades to black.
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