The infamous Lady Moura....



Somewhere sailing the seas along the coastline of Australia’s west coastline we find Senester aboard his temporary residence during the Down Under Tour. He is in the captains quarters, a panoramic scene from the windows offers a refreshing view of the big blue sea as the ship sails its deep mystery. Beside him is a shirtless and extremely dashing man in white cargo pants. Senester lounges in a leather recliner, the breeze blowing through the lavish cabin, a glass and bottle of finely aged cognac to the side. There is a knock at the door, which he ignores and it opens. Standing in the doorway is the muscular frame of Butch Parker.

(Senester): Ah yes, there you are. Enjoying the Lady Moura I hope..... She’s a fine craft is she not?

(Butch): Yes, she is. You sent for me?

Senester scoffs, taking a sip of his deliciously golden cognac and sets the glass down.

(Senester): Don't look so tense Parker’ you are the Gladiator of God now, my own private barbarian. People will tremble at your feet under my command, you have few worries.

(Butch): We will see. Was there a particular reason you summoned me other than the pleasure of my company?

(Senester): I heard your question the first time, you'd do well not to waste my time repeating yourself. I'll address your inquiry when I am ready to. Sit down, let us have a chat. Such an unprecedented engagement this is wouldn't you say? Something to drink?
Butch inhales a long deep breath through his nose and smiles, sitting down as requested.

(Butch): I'll pass, thank you.

(Senester): I insist.

Senester beckons to the servant behind him.

(Senester): Get Mr. Parker a glass, I'd like to toast this occasion.

The young guy gets a glass and pours Butch some cognac handing it to him.

(Senester): To new and great beginnings.

Senester smiles deviously holding his glass up for Butch to tap with his. Butch reciprocates with a little less enthusiasm than Senester but nods his head in his direction before tapping his glass lightly against Senester's.

(Butch): To redemption.

(Senester): Speaking of redemption, it seems that the wrestling world is buzzing about Havoc. I'd say some measure of that “redemption” was garnered in the decimation of Anton and Davis. Their juvenile plot against me proved a most deadly mistake. Was it not enjoyable getting your hands on your old...rivals shall we say?

(Butch): In spite of myself, I'd be a liar if I were to say I didn't take some sort of gratification from it, yes. There are a lot of questions people will want answered, what do you intend to do?

(Senester): They want answers do they? I don't concern myself with what people want and from here on out, neither should you. My will be done Parker, mine and mine alone. I intend to do nothing.

(Butch): Very well….and if I'm asked about my involvement with you, what should I say?

(Senester): You say nothing. You have an arsenal of legendary holds, let them be your answer. Yes...that is what I want. Let your actions speak for you. The "Lion's Edge" for instance, the name of a failed and miserable tag team, but how symbolic...let us rename it...it shall be known now as "Mercy of God." While our victims lay prone above your head begging for mercy, pleading for pardon you will hold them fast like iron nails through the flesh, into the wood. Let them pray, and the deliver them to their destiny, and the "Suffocating Sight"...it shall be known as "The Eyes of God" for will be the last thing they shall see before they close their own eyes…mine staring back dangling the keys of my heaven in their sentence to my hell. Those are your answers for them. Let the world beware.

(Butch): As you wish. If that is your will, then it will be done.

Senester smiles wryly and nods at Butch.

(Senester): Now...as to why I summoned you.

Senester turns his head to the side to the servant beside him.

(Senester): Send her in.

He waits as the servant leaves the room and returns within moments accompanied by a gorgeous woman. She enters the room and goes directly over to Butch and sits on his lap.

(Senester): She is yours. I do believe the female persuasion suits appetite. You will find her most exceeding of your expectations of the species.

Butch looks up in slight astonishment at the woman and then around at Senester.

(Butch): You know I'm involved with Wisdom, right?

Senester looks sternly at Butch.

(Senester): What I know is that you are now involved with Minerva here. So in essence you still are…after all Minerva is named after the Greek Goddess of wisdom. You have the best of both worlds at your fingertips do you not?

Senester grins cunningly at Butch, sipping his cognac once more. Butch uneasily looks from Senester to Minerva and tries to act casual. Minerva crosses her legs in his lap, smiling in his face. The scent of her perfume filling his nostrils as she plays with his ear.

(Butch): So when you say she's mine....

(Senester): She is your new companion. Your new soul mate. Mind, body and soul. She is your first reward.

(Butch): And if I don't accept this "reward", I take it....

Butch arches his eyebrows up and down as if hinting at something to Senester. Keenly aware of Butch's meaning, Senester looks at him rather nonchalantly then to the door.

(Senester): There are no shackles on your feet Parker. Make no mistake...you are here of your own will, but while you are here, you will do mine!

Butch bites his lip for a brief moment before clearing his throat and smiles at Minerva and Senester before placing a hand on Minerva's leg.

(Butch): My first reward, you say?

(Senester): The first of many I hope. The ultimate reward of course is up to you.

(Butch): Duly noted.

(Senester): At Havoc My Baron has found it fit to place me against TNT. You of course will be in my corner. Tell me...what do you make of the loyalists?

(Butch): Of TNT? I haven't paid them that much mind in all honesty.

(Senester): Then I suggest you do so. It is your duty to be observant. Havoc should prove a most useful launching pad for your rise in attention. In any case, I have other matters to attend to at the moment, and I am certain you and Minerva would like to become...better acquainted. I trust you will keep her as satisfied as she is instructed to keep you.

Butch looks at Senester understanding of his meaning, nods and gets up to leave. Minerva wraps her arm around his and walks with him out onto the deck of the ship. Butch returns to his lounging.



Now changed into something more...comfortable...



Minerva saunters over with a drink in her hand to join her man, Butch as the scene fades to black.