Romans 12:12
Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, and be constant in prayer.
The voice fades as the historic form of a legend stands in an empty ICU room in a hospital , from the window looking out of the room the moon shines in brightly illuminating what it can of the dark cold as death room. A dark plum colored robe with shimmering jewels covered across it gently reflects what little light it can, the hood of the robe is down exposing the man's beautiful neck length blond hair. Immediately the sight is apparent that the Ring general has been forever changed into something far grander than he ever was in the entirety of his long great career. When he turns to face the camera his face reveals at just what heights this change goes, especially his ice blue eyes.
Romans 5:4
Endurance produces character, character produces hope.
Sheik Shakir steps into the room protected by a black robe that keeps him shrouded in mystery.
Shakir: Oh most beautiful creation of light most high I have come to check on you but I see you are still in deep thought.
Shakir lowers his head in submission slowly back pedaling with his eyes trained on the man that some would save was a reincarnation of Alexander The Great but is stopped in his tracks by a simple gesture of the wave of a hand. The Arabian knew he was given permission to relax by this gesture and to speak openly. While straightening up Shakir's voice becomes soft with loving affection smothered in it.
Shakir: I hope your return here has proved to be fruitful in whatever it is that you seek beautiful angel most high.
Michael Dredge emotionless and completely unreadable only looks into his loyal followers eyes delving deep into the Arabian soul.
Shakir: They will be sorry for not heading my words of your coming, they shall have the gavel of judgment brought down upon them to be eradicated by the divine firebrand!
Only for a moment does a pleased and amused look flash across Michael's face but is quickly replaced with void emotion.
Shakir: You shall rise higher than ever before most awesome one, I cannot wait for the day when the circle is once more complete!
Shakir beginning to feel nervousness truly does not know what to say or do to bring pleasure to the great man standing before him so he begins rambling off trying desperately to do what he can to remain under the good graces of man so dangerous that even he fears.
Shakir: I do not understand.....
Suddenly Dredge gently presses his index finger to his sweet soft lips silencing the Arabian.
Romans 2:7
To those who by patience in well-doing seek for glory and honor and immortality, he will give eternal life.
Dredge apparently getting his feel of entertainment for the zealous follower turns his eyes and mind back to the empty bed. Beds like this in this very room represented only one thing to Michael Dredge and that thing was death. People came here to places like this to watch their loved ones die, to witnessed the last passing breath that their beloved would ever take. In many ways he could relate to this symbol of death. People are created and destroyed in such a place countless times over and it was a never ending cycle that has happened for as long as man could remember and would continue to happen. Such catastrophic events destroyed if not damaged permanently most men of the world and just like them he too had no choice but to see the wheel of life turn. Life and Death did not affect him like it did most, yes it hurt him it saddened him but the wounds were never etched into his soul nor did such events destroy him. He was what the good book called a watcher, and a watcher is a person who simply watches patiently unlocking the riddles of life. Some might call people like him a collector of a sort but he was not an ordinary collector by any means. It was knowledge he craved because knowledge is power, through power one gains more control of their life and ended fate. From his earliest memories of a child he had been caught in the enticing web of becoming one of the greatest men in history who wielded untold amounts of power across the world that he would claim as his. This addiction took hold of many men throughout the ages and lead inevitably to their destruction but somehow Michael always found a way to stay just a step ahead of falling victim to it.
2 Timothy 3:10
You, however, have followed my teaching, my conduct, my aim in life, my faith, my patience, my love, my steadfastness
Michael gently touches the cold bed with his index and middle finger running it across the arctic cold white sheets.
His wrestling career exploded into the world filling up all those who put eyes to witness it, and with it they rejoiced as they would a child being born into the world. They watched with eager eyes while the years ticked by as they would watch a child be nurtured and grow into an adult, when it came time for this child to become a man and take leadership and the responsibility to lead the new generation he did so. It was a celebration reigning on top the HWA reaches heights of prosperity never seen before however as all mortal beings stories go it ends with certain death. The world wept great rivers at the death of their greatest hero, his great empire he built crumbled with dust just as a decaying human body does. For many years now the hwa has struggled to be even a fraction of what it once was when this iconic mortal man ruled it. A plentiful forest filled with life, over flowing with milk and honey now a barren desert with only small portions of water to wet the survivors dry tongue. God promised his chosen people that he would bring them from their trials and suffering if only they would hear his word from those enlightened and attuned enough to hear it. Now the mortal man is reborn a god like his creator, a messiah, a savior, and the many other names that follow. The rise to greatness will be swift , once there a one thousand year reign will take place where the greatest mortal man now turned a god will rule ushering in a paradise of the likes never seen or imagined before. But before that can happen those that oppose this new god and his creator must be destroyed, "Completely".
Michael Dredge can hear the steady rhythm from his mind's memory of a heart monitor beeping tracking the life of the person who now lay at the mercy of God he finally speaks in a cold tone that surpasses that of the room of death.
Michael Dredge: You all have forgotten me and my works already haven't you HWA? Your center focus is purely on Butch Parker and the man who aspires to be what I once was in a past life. Your so caught up on who will win the battle between good and evil and once its over will be looking for another repeat. I must confess my sorrow in what I am about to tell you.....
Revelation 16:16
And he gathered them together into a place called Armageddon
Michael Dredge slowly opens his arms as if to embrace the love of his life causing the plum colored robe to shimmer wildly only for a brief moment.
Michael Dredge: The constant struggle between good and evil finally comes to a close, no more will you see people such as Michael James, Butch Parker, Ac James, Talon Wilkinson, Eddie K, or others of the like come and go through HWA. At long last will you witness the greatest Hero and the most hated villain return for all time. It is time to bring an end to this tiresome long over killed story, by doing this a new story will be forged. This story will be one of conquest, one that embodies leadership, strategy, and bringing a unification to the HWA. There is no room for good and evil in this new era that I will usher in because such ideals are out dated. The end of an era and begin of a new era will be done by my "great" hands. Those like Butch Parker can beat and pound their chest if they so chose, or like Michael James can make slanderous silly insults and insinuations but to do so would mean to waste what little precious time they have in this old dead era that they still wish to cling too. Instead of fighting the change I recommend they meet Armageddon with open arms and accept a fate they simply have no power to change.
The cold voice begins to turn more sinister and brooding
Michael Dredge: Michael James I trust you understand that by having the world title makes you a marked man. Yes, yes you might be marked by all of the other would be challengers but that isn't whats important and life threatening to you. What you must understand is that you are marked by me.... That title by the law of God belongs to me, look back at history if you care too and see The HWA thresh hold match. See what it took to pry it out of my hands, it took the entire roster to take it from me and even then they barely managed to pull it off. If you think a look back at history is a waste of time and beneath you then by all means ignore the warning it makes no difference to me. I'm not here to beat my chest like a cave man and intimidate you James, in fact I don't want you to feel threatened or scared of me. I want you to become my best friend, because it would suit both of our interest to be companions then enemies. Unlike Butch Parker I don't try to dominate through physical means, why? Because I don't have too, its beneath me instead I dominate through the use of Intellect and wit. I look at you with fondness Michael James because you remind me of the life I once lived. Me and my lover's minion seems to have taken a liking to you, you might know that minion as Sheik Shakir. I beckon you Michael James do not fight me join me and my beloved Senester, join us and gain the fame, glory, and respect that you desire. Do not do what so many have and try to fight against our will, you will lose if you do and fall into desolation like Butch Parker and the many that came before you.
Isaiah 13:9
Behold, the day of the LORD cometh, cruel both with wrath and fierce anger, to lay the land desolate: and he shall destroy the sinners thereof out of it.
Michael Dredge: When I choose to take the world title I will take it, the belt will either be handed to me willingly or snatched by force. If your still champion by then I hope you will make the right decision Michael James.....
Dredge suddenly exits the room with camera crew following him like a lost dog, his plum colored robes flow freely as he sweeps through the hall his voice now turning into a distorted echo.
Michael Dredge: Wisdom my sweet I haven't forgotten about you, in fact I'm more interested in you than I am Butch Parker. Many years ago you took something precious from me without my consent and I wish to reclaim it and bring it back into the light for you and the entire world to see. What you took from me was my most prized possession, my beloved treasure of treasures. You thought our story ended so many years ago but little did you know it was only the intermission. We have reached the halfway point and while Michael James keeps Butch Parker busy you and I at long last will get to have the honeymoon we never had together.
Dredge echoing voice drips with venomous hatred and resonates a sickness of the likes that hasnt been seen since he was The Dark Messenger.
Michael Dredge: Maybe while on our honeymoon we can try again, and get it right this time. So many people believe in giving and having second chances in life, why not you and I be given our second chance?
Dredge comes to the elevator where he hits the down arrow button, after a moment the elevator arrives the doors slides open and he enters it.
Michael Dredge: Before you can forge an empire in a new world first you must finish destroying whats left of the old, for many it goes downhill from here.
The door s close shut with the last sight being a malicious gleam in the eyes of the Ravenous Legend.
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