HWA Message Board: Politics, Science, and Talon

"Unto the woman he said, I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and thy conception; in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children; and thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee." (Genesis 3:16)

The scene opens in Yarralumla, Canberra, Australia, only 24hours after Havoc. We find Senester on the front lawn of the Australian Governor-General’s estate. The two are walking in discussion as it seems they have been for a few minutes…

(Quentin Bryce): I tell you my lord, that these matters are not easily remedied with mere funding.

(Senester): Governor-General, my lady, the ease in which these small ripples are ridden does not concern me. They will be dealt with. The queen herself has assured me full collaboration.

(Quentin Bryce): Yet, the desecration of animals, the very invectives of our nation and people, not to mention the terrorist acts of two now escaped criminals.

Senester turns to her, a look of intrigue on his face.

(Quentin Bryce): You hadn’t heard?.....well I only received the report this morning myself. It appears that the two individuals arrested at your event have not only escaped confinement but caused considerable damage in the public sector in the process.

A wry smile crosses his face as he listens to the news.

(Quentin Bryce): In any case…they cannot get very far….it’s only a matter of time before they are found.

(Senester): Call off your search!

(Quentin Bryce): I beg your pardon?

(Senester): Are you hearing impaired Governor-General? I said call off your search. This is an internal matter now.

(Quentin Bryce): That’s preposterous….I will do no such thing. Her Majesty wouldn’t hear of it.

(Senester): I have the Queen’s full confidences Governor-General. If your authorities are so inept in their duties the blame hardly falls on anyone but them. If you’re so concerned with making the call yourself, may I suggest you have the Prime Minister settle this. Either way, you will see to it.

The Governor-General does not look very pleased. She is normally in a position of complete power and authority and finding herself taking commands from someone she finds no more than an American civilian, who seems to have extermly powerful connections and influences does not sit well with her at all.

(Quentin Bryce): I’ll see to it, but I’ll have it known my disagreement.

(Senester): Whatever helps you sleep my lady.

The Governor-General looks sternly at Senester before she turns and starts walking away. She then stops and turns back around to address him.

(Quentin Bryce): Since we are discussing “your” internal matters. Don’t you find it rather odd that you concern yourself more with the justice of two criminals, more-so than your own image, especially following that rather poor judgment of character you portrayed at your event?

She turns with a fake smile, feeling some small measure of her dignity returned having re-opened a very delicate issue with Senester, more specifically…the incident between he and Talon at Havoc. Senester just watches her walk away as his insides begin to warm, then heat. He takes some time to walk the grounds, collecting his thoughts. About an hour later he finds himself on a video conference with personnel at Dark Horse Towers. He is looking at one of his conference rooms filled with about 10 individuals from the Research and Development Department. The conference has already begun and we enter the scene in progress.

(Head of Dept.): ….and after that we have been able to continuously synthesize the new mitochondria. With the original cells of the LS subject into the equation we are ready to proceed into the third phase of your design my lord.

(Senester): The energy conversions must be accurate. I will not tolerate inconsistency. I want relentless tests performed until you have reached optimal levels. We are entering a new age of science and medicine here gentlemen. I needn't remind you what our work could mean to Dark Horse and to the medical and science communities. Your names will be glorified in history.

(Head of Dept.): Thank you my lord. We will make every effort to exceed your expectations.

(Senester): Meeting adjourned then gentlemen. I will review your reports through normal means while I am away.

The men in the room nod, and Senester closes the laptop he is sitting at ending the conference. His mind then wanders back to Talon. He gets up walking to the balcony and stands out looking over the lush green lawn. His eyes close for a moment and he reflects back onto Havoc.....................

(Senester): Give it to me!

The sorrow is starting to melt as anger and frustration take over. His head is full of noise. Eddie and AC poking and prodding him with their comments and snickers, Senester’s hands stretched out to take the title and his incessant demands of “hand it over”….”now”….”give it to me.” This precious gold he’s bled, sweat and cried for. Talon just starts nodding, succumbing to it all. He looks around once again at the fans, people in tears, booing the demands made of him, cheering his name. Then back to Senester eye to eye.

(Talon): Fine!

Talon goes to hand the title to Senester but suddenly reaches up instead and grabs him by the back of the head, and waist and pulls him locking his lips onto his with a serious kiss. Eyes buck, and jaws drop throughout the arena as Talon kisses Senester deeply and then pulls away. There is nothing but silence and shock. Talon looks over at Eddie and AC who have no words whatsoever in complete awe and he exits the ring with the World Title. Senester is standing there as if frozen in place watching him leave. Eddie and AC become outraged. Eddie leaning over the ropes. Logan and Hans just look at one another like “What the ####.”

(Eddie): Get your ass back here! You’re not the champion! You’re not the champion….get back here!

AC James has gone over to Senester in protest pointing at Talon walking away.

(AC James): You just gonna ####ing stand there?

Senester seems oblivious to everyone and everything around him as a “Talon” chant burst loudly in the arena that if it had a roof it would be blown off. He turns back to the ring at the top of the stage and raises the World Title up high above his head with a smile on his face. He looks back at the belt, kisses it and then puts it around his waist. He looks down at the ring and around the arena to the utter shock of his actions with a smile…..

Senester opens his eyes, and it’s almost as if he can still feel the embrace…the deep kiss from Talon that derailed his Havoc plans and caught him completely off guard. The mild abrasiveness of his light beard on his skin. The softness of his lips backed by a determined force. The grasp of his arm locked around him with deliberation. It was a perfect moment of emulated ecstasy.

(Senester): By now the entire world knows of Havoc Talon. The sea of media buzzes entering was of your demise as champion, your shameful and heartbreaking relinquishment of the World Heavyweight Championship. You’ve been as Moses and have parted that sea, changing its tide. Congratulations, you have managed to cast a net of wool over the eyes of the entire wrestling world, including mine. You turned your moment of pending grief into a moment of triumph. You have displayed the great lengths you are willing to go to retain your integrity and accolades of gold, but in doing so you expose your great strength as well as its weak counterpart.

You have only managed to buy yourself time with your little stunt, and while the taste of your mouth lingers still deliciously in mine, such an act will only serve you that one time. Fool me once Talon, shame on you. I will not be twice fooled. Bliss is fleeting, and in constant need of replenishment. Knowing this, you would also have known that there will be consequences. Once again you have endangered others to protect yourself, and salvage what it is you cherish most. Once again they will be summoned to shield you from danger. Once again they will fall with the hopes of having provided you the means for yet another narrow escape, but there I shall be on the other side Talon. There is no escape for you this time. You have given me the humiliation of a momentary fault, you have bent me, and now I must mend the stretched threads that tie us together and tighten the knots around you.

Do not look to Logan Neilson for help; or to My Baron as they take the reins of Havoc in upcoming weeks. Your only friend, your only ally….is time and I am its keeper. This is an enjoyable dance nonetheless. We’ve spun and we’ve twirled around one another. We’ve held each other close. We’ve now even kissed. The pace is quickening Talon, our momentum, our crescendo is rising for the dip and final stance to bring us to a slow. Breathless, and fatigued with a great senses of accomplishment in the art we have produced together, but all glory be to God Talon. You shall have none, and your path reset to its starting position will showcase your true resolve. Feel the strings and threads upon your back Talon, you are my marionette, and while the pace may change, this dance will never end.

Senester continues looking out on the lawn in repose as the scene fades to black.