The Sydney Opera House...Australia's most infamous landmark, and tonight host to a gala event for the Governor General, Quentin Bryce. The whose-who of Australia is in attendance as well as Senester himself who arrives via helicopter. He greets the Senester and a few other guests before making his way to a more seculded area of the event where he awaits the arrival of his own special guests whom he has cleared for the event. Curt and Shakir come walking in the Sydney Opera House wearing cheap rental tux's they look lost and amazed never having the honor of gracing such an extravagant place, Shakir's sly eyes dart around scanning the area nervously then instantly lock onto his Savior. Shakir gives Curt a nudge and the two make haste to where Senester is at they slide into the booth Shakir eager looking as ever but Curt hides whatever he is feeling with an emotionless gaze

(Senester): I assume you had no trouble arriving? The Opera House is rather difficult to miss.

Shakir: No great god of all god's we had no trouble at all finding this grand gathering place, we had a harder time finding a tux rental place cheap enough for us.

Curt has an arrogant smirk as he sizes Senester up

Shakir: If I might ask your lordship why are we not booked for The Other Side?

(Senester): Booked? You are indeed booked for the ppv. You are expected to be in attendance....is that not booked? Or are you attempting to as why do you not have a match? That of course would be a question for my beloved Talon, is it not?

Curt's arrogant look quickly turns to an angry look as he sneers

Curt Evers: You know damn well what my arabic friend means, you supposedly have all the power around here and we want to know why we don't have a fuking match!

Shakir looks over at Curt with a nervous expression

Senester leans over grabbing Curt by the throat nearly crushing his larynx as he squeezes, yanking Curts face to his.

(Senester): I can break every bone in your body without killing you Mr. Evers, do not peak my interest in giving you the understanding of what that feels like, and that is far before I even begin to think about warming up.

Senester shoves him back into his seat and adjusts his cuffs as he picks his glass up and takes a drink.

Shakir and Curt adjust their tux's and sit down properly in the booth looking around at some of the people looking at them, Shakir clears his throat

Shakir: Don't mind him oh powerful holy judge he is to stupid to understand that his life could be snuffed out in less then an instant second. Might I be so brave to request that you place us in a match of great pure one?

Senester ignores Shakirs request, looking at him to let him know that he did hear it and turns to Curt.


(Senester): Envy will undo Mr. Evers. Such a common sin it is, for common men. There's no demon in your chest waiting to get out, waiting for his moment to shine. I smell a boy. An infant vagabond dazzled by the light. You should be careful what you wish for, it does not come in the fashion you imagine, nor is it free.

Senester looks back to Shakir.
(Senester): Your comrad cares for you....he's even saved you......how intresting. Why are you here?

Curt Evers: I am willing to pay whatever the price is to become greater then Michael Dredge your beloved Dark Messenger ever was.... I am here to do what your little gladiator Butch Parker can't do and I have the balls to strike anyone down who dares to stop me even you Senester.... Unlike your Dark Angel I have the guts to tell you what I think and feel straight to your face!

Evers begins to boil over with anger once more as he looks Senester eye to eye but not daring to cross the table

Curt Evers: I am tired of being given scraps off the fuking table around here in the HWA, I'm tired of barely scraping by with money! I'm better then majority if not all the wrestlers here on the roster past, present and future! What's not to like about a guy like me Senester? Some might say I am brave enough to speak my mind and tell you face to face I would shove a knife between your shoulder blades, while others would say I'm down right stupid and ignorant or even crazy... Look at you now Senester you need two guys like us that is hungry.... Ready and willing to do whatever it takes to make it to the top, you have no horde.... Dredge is dead, Bridges is washed up, and Reaper is living out of some box on some street corner.... Your three best finished, no more, none existant! While Shakir worships you and looks to you as God I only look at you the way you truly look at Shakir, me and all the rest that's ever followed you.... I simply look at you as a stepping stone, a tool to get what I want.


Senester smiles looking amused by Evers. He beckons to a waiter who brings over a plate of grilled, and frenched lamb chops. He takes one, taking a bit that he savors for a few moments before returning his attention back to both Evers and Shakir.

(Senester): Names of the dead, names of the forgotten, and names of the fallen. You're not brave Curt Evers. You're stupidity shines brighter than the sun itself. By the faith of Shakir alone, it seems you have managed not to drown in you own river of tears. Your old mentor used to remark on his love of cars. Being the redneck that he was he found peace in vehicle restoration. Working on cars erased his every worry in the world. You're not tired of your scrounding. You're not tired of dangling from the bottom rung of the ladder. You're comforted by it, because it's all you know. Your little display of bravado wouldn't flinch a fly, but I can make you move mountains. It's not guts, it's not balls you have, but when you find them, you'll be certain to let me know, and I may show you how to really use them.

Senester turns to Shakir.


(Senester): You on the other hand are a different matter.

Curt studies Senester really taking in what he said his anger slowly begins to die down as the words of wisdom open him to enlightenment

Shakir does not dare look Senester in the eyes for he is to ashamed to from his partners outburst of disrespect

Shakir: It is you grandmaster of righteousness that makes men great... For all the greats that have came into the HWA has been forged by you at one time or another in one fashion or another... You made Buff Bridges the great legendary champion he is today, Michael Dredge the feared Dark Messenger, Butch Parker the great hero, Reaper the beloved prophet, just as you have made Han's the great Baron once again... My friend and I are nobodies and we will remain nobodies unless we prove to you that we are worth the time to even be considered as a future great legend.... It's why we come to you and have worked so diligently and hard on earning your favor, its why we are here this very night and I completely accept ,embrace and with great passion and devotion whatever your will is for us.


(Senester): Hezekiah 6:1 Do you know the word gentlemen?


Curt shrugs not really caring or understanding as to what Senester is talking about, Shakir on the other hand knows what Senester is talking about and nods

Shakir: King of Judah (727-698 BCE)- Hezekiah son of Ahaz ascended to the throne in his 25th year and in his early years of his reign followed his fathers policy of appeasing Assyria with large tributes. Encouraged by Isaiah, Hezekiah undertook a broad religious reform, purifying the temple, breaking idols, and eliminating high places and sacred groves.... Thats to tell a little bit about his legend.....

Shakir pauses for a moment

Shakir: Do you wish me to educate my friend more?

(Senester): That will do. What it means gentlemen is rather simple. No doubt you are familiar with the phrase "god helps those who help themselves." Shakir may be a devout worshiper but that alone does not make him worthy. Curt may sit in reflection if his worth but that does not make it so. Why should I help you? Why should I offer you anything, when you deny yourselves? What have you done for yourself? Living in filth. Common street beggars. Hitchikers. Trashdiggers. What good are your convictions without a foundation for them to stand upon? I'll give you nothing. I'll show you nothing. I'll teach you nothing until you do for yourself. I can wait until the last star leaves the heavens, eternity does not stand in your favor.

Curt Evers: You should help us because we will be your greatest allies... We will do anything to get to the top of the mountain and have our names engraved into the Hall of Fame. You take us under your wing and teach, train, and house us and we will not dissapoint you... What more could you possibly want? You want a fanatical follower you have one sitting across from you... You want a cut throat individual well you got that too sitting across from you... You want two men that will stop at nothing and has and knows no bounds? Guess what they are sitting across from you... You have two men that will walk into the depths of hell for you Senester mind you each for different reasons.....

(Senester): I've had all that before. I'm quite familiar with the characteristics that define those worthy of standing with me, but what good are you to me when you are no good to yourselves. How can you hope to not disappoint me, when you haven't even satisfied yourselves? You see Mr. Evers, you may very well walk on coals, you may very well sing my praise, you may very well leap at my every command...it merely makes you a common follower. Be that if, if that is the extent of your abilities, or be something more. Those who have stood before me naturally had their own agendas, but they served the cause of God, the word of God, the will of God. Before one can do well by me, before he becomes the cerebus at my gate, the archangel of my wars, he must fortify himself, or he is useless to me.

Shakir: You want us to improve our living style your worship, that is what you wish of us correct?

Curt Evers: What difference does it fuking make how we live? You want us to have a better style of living then you start shelling out the oppurtunities to get gold around our waist! You start giving me what I fuking want!

(Senester): Insolence! Tsk...Tsk...Tsk

Senester looks at Curt Evers a red dot now lit on his forehead from a snipers rifle, unseen somewhere in the dark.

(Senester): I'll give you ten seconds to dismiss yourself Mr. Evers.

Curt growls at Senester as his vision turns red from a blood rage beginning to swell in him

Curt Evers: Look you want our services or not it's a yes or no fuking answer!

Shakir quickly gets Evers attention and whispers into his ear, Evers has a viscious smile wash over his face

Curt Evers: You gonna have one of your goons take me out because you don't have the balls to do it yourself? At least I got the guts to tell you I will do you in, figured someone as mighty as a God would have the nerve to just do it himself then to be so cowardly.... But I'll leave this time Senester.... For now I play by your rules but remember one day it might be the other way around.....

Evers gets up and walks off

(Senester): Your friend is spirited Shakir.

Shakir: He lives for himself beloved creator of all things.... As long as the money is right he will be a good ally but when it runs dry expect treachery... I don't trust him no further then I can blow him up.

(Senester): He should live for himself. What he does not realize is that the only way to live what life he sees, the only way to quench the thirst of status by serving me, for I shall nourish him. One small bit of bread was once given to feed hundreds of people. He could only imagine my favor upon but a few. Even still. Hear me when I tell you, I know from which he builds his home. I know his destiny awaits.

Your destiny awaits. It is now for you to stand or fall with him. That is your charge for you are enterwined. You both shall know humility, noth shall know pride, both shall know reverence, or TNT shall know me not.