HWA Message Board: All Good Things

"But those mine enemies, which would not that I should reign over them, bring hither, and slay them before me." (Luke 19:27)

(Senester): Senator McCain, I have no interest in your Senate Bill 1070. You let Brewer off your leash…this is your mess to clean up.

(McCain): You sent your men for Obama, not two weeks ago. I’ve been getting death threats about this bit of business you know.

(Senester): So you did during the campaign as well. What else is new? The President has nothing to do with this…I don’t take sides…you know that.

(McCain): Well…this is different, very different. Name your price.

(Senester): Very well Senator. Dark Horse will be at your service, but as usual this will be done my way, and when it is finished you shall refuse me nothing.

Senester shuts the phone without another word or chance of response from McCain. He turns to the television beside him watching protests against the upcoming legislation in Arizona and shuts it off annoyed by the entire thing. On another screen his is watching footage from a few days back of Butch Parker in what cannot exactly be described as a sparring match, as much as it is a workout with human equipment, rather than iron. He gets up walking to the panoramic window of the Lady Moura. His thoughts drift alongside the sea, a flash in his mind of Talon kissing him, then the reality of his constant rejection. Lastly, he thinks of the events of Havoc.

(Senester): I’ve gave you so much Talon. You could have had more than anyone, but you’re content on being an ordinary human being subject to the erratic temperaments of the plebeians. You were warned. I cautioned you of the thin line upon which you’ve been dancing that separate my affections from my wrath, but you would not yield. You and so many others, waste your time in winning these small battles against me, yet as everyone before you, and everyone after you…you will lose the war. I win, even when I lose Talon. A lesson you cannot comprehend. You’ve flourished at my will, and now I will see those blossoms wilt and turn to mulch from which I will grow something or someone new. Let the wrestling world see just how good you are without my favor. Let them see you struggle to soar again when I clip your wings. Let them continue to cheer your name out of pity, when they find you at your lowest of lows. Let them turn against you when you can no longer dance to their endless songs of greed.

The Other Side approaches and you will lose what should have been taken weeks ago. The World Heavyweight Championship will change hands and it matters to me not between Eddie and AC who wins it, but I will see it done and you cannot stop me. If you think I’ve wronged you in the past, broken you down and you’ve fought the good fight thorough it…then think again, I have a new game to play with you. I’ve given your name merit. I’ve made you famous. I’ve put you in the spotlight and commanded how bright it should shine upon you. I placed gold around your waist. I made you the poster boy of my company, of this industry. I have done it all, and now I will take it all away. The masses will see you bare and naked. They will see you scratch, bite, and claw trying to truly be a “reflection of perfection” without me in your wrecked mirror. Or… they will watch you fade into the abyss of your blackened career….a proverbial flash in the pan. You’re kiss was a kiss good-bye Talon. Now you can kiss yourself, and bid farewell to the man you soon will no longer be.

Senester’s thoughts are interrupted when a knock at the door distracts him. He turns around looking to see the beautiful Minerva.

(Senester): Ahh…come in. So…how is he doing?

(Minerva): There’s a body floating somewhere in the sea right now, if that gives you any indication.

Senester nods, placing his arms behind his back as he walks in front of her.

(Senester): Interesting. He’s progressing slightly faster than I expected, but that could be mere enthusiasm.

(Minerva): There is one thing? It’s that woman…Wisdom. She keeps calling, threatening me.

(Senester): Let Parker deal with that, those are his lose ends to cut.

He gives her a dismissive look and she gets up to take her leave, stopping in the doorway.

(Minerva): Thank you for this opportunity. He’s a wonderful man. I can see what she liked about him, but he’s mine now. I’m going to give him everything she wouldn’t, everything she can’t.

A buzzing sound at a desk draws his attention and he looks over at the laptop there to see new updates on the HWA website. Minerva quietly dismisses herself and he goes to review things and his expressionless face takes a sip from his drink still on the table, he presses a button where an assistant promptly responds.

(Senester): Get Ricky Evans on the phone. Tell him, his presence is required at The Other Side. Tell him, I have an offer for him, should he choose to accept it.

(Voice): Yes Sir, and Dr. Zentu is on the line from Dark Horse Towers shall I transfer him.

(Senester): Yes!

He waits for the transfer…

(Senester): What is your report Zentu?

(Dr. Zentu): Greeting My Lord. The “LS” subject will be ready for testing within the next few months. All of our preliminary work is nearly completed as per your specifications.

(Senester): Good. And the other…

(Dr. Zentu): Subject DB-0178P is responding as expected…again to your specifications. We could of course accelerate at your command.

(Senester): You have your time-frame Zentu, and my instructions. I have no interest in your recommendations.

(Dr. Zentu): Of course my lord…forgive me.

Senester hangs up with Zentu and goes back to the serenity of the sea and his thoughts as they trail further onto the upcoming ppv and the HWA superstars.

(Senester): And then there were none!

Senester laughs to himself with a great smile as the scene fades to black.