HWA Message Board: Havoc Reflections and Projections

"And that prophet, or that dreamer of dreams, shall be put to death; because he hath spoken to turn you away from the LORD your God..." (Deuteronomy 13: 5)

(Senester): It is said that Havoc was a night inundated with controversies. A night where the laws of the land where upheld much to the dismay of those who’ve abused it. I assigned to this enterprise Curt Evers and Sheik Shakir. 2,356 arrests and 3,714 children taken into child services. The 6,070 people who undoubtedly condemn the law and its enforcement are insignificant. You’ve paid your fees for tickets to see your favorite HWA superstars, and not only did you not see them, you are now back in your own countries living once more in the squalor from whence you came. Turn on your televisions now to see your so-called heroes. Where were they? Where was Talon Wilkinson while you were being shackled and placed on a bus? Where was Logan Neilson who’s t-shirt your children wore began to soak in tears as you watched them cry being left behind…knowing you have failed them? Where was anyone, willing to stand for you, to give you even a minimal dose of encouragement?

Your false heroes do not exit. Bow down in prayer and worship to God, it is I who have given you heroes. It is I who has sent Shakir and Evers upon this vast pilgrimage. It is they…the new cherubs…that are your heroes. They must learn what it is to condemn someone to living damnation. To intricately carve away all hope, all faith, and all will. To leave one with nothing but the miseries of his own making, and to watch them relive each horror endlessly for their entertainment and mine. This is true kindness. This is the essence of my benevolence, for in doing so… we have removed a small measure of crime from America, we have return a small measure of dignity to those guilty of breaking the law, and I have provided a small measure of experience to Shakir and Evers. Remember this, and remember it well….you must go through hell to get to heaven.

Havoc was also a night where the intricate workings of the underbelly of wrestling made for strange bedfellows who allied towards causes they deemed of mutual significance…be it by choice or by chance. This brings us to the upcoming 8-Man Tag match. It is only called an 8-Man Tag match for identification purposes, in truth it is nearly every man for himself. On one side of the ring there is Talon Wilkinson, Buff Bridges, the All Star Champion Ronnie McNeil and my Baron…Hans von Richtoven. Four men know that at any given moment the other would step over their mangled body for the opportunity to contend for the World Title. Men with varied histories between them that may have seen certain wedges removed between them, but I can assure you that splinters still remain. On the opposite side a rather different equation. The World Heavyweight Champion Eddie K, AC James, the “Gladiator of God” Butch Parker and yours truly God himself. We can rely on our own histories with one another and find comfort in knowing that each of us will do what it takes to achieve our goals, the question is do we have one goal, or do we each have our own agenda?

Is Eddie looking across the ring to mend the shattered friendship with Talon? Is he looking at Hans who in turn eyes the gold around his waist? Buff no doubt will have his eyes on everyone, but he will focus his attentions on me. He is too educated in these matters not to know that that at my cue I can change day into night or vice-versa, and that I can turn a match even faster. Has Ronnie McNeil heard the rumors of contenders for his gold? Will he be looking across the ring at AC James wondering if the Loose Cannon has him once more in his sights, or to his own back and those rumors of Talon regaining his footing so-to-speak by going for the All Star Championship and etching his way back to some semblance of glory? AC James is adjusting the dial on his scope, and soon he will fire but at who? Will Butch seek his own vengeance against those who mock and discredit him? Gentlemen, we will engage one another at Havoc and some of your alliances shall strengthen, others shall dissolve, and new ones may yet be made that evening. This is not your everyday match, there is more at stake than a mere win or defeat on the mat, but that I shall leave it to you to discover for yourselves.

Mr. Angelus Payne…welcome back. Allow me to make a simple comment that I’m certain you shall understand. I know who you are! If you think that you are fooling me, you are mistaken. Your guise is only well accomplished in its deceit to others. You are here because I have allowed it for my own reasons. Your ability in the ring, your verse on the mic, whatever degree of marketability you posses have nothing to do with it. You are a dog off its leash in my yard, and you may think of biting the hand that feeds you, but it will be an unwise decision. On your present course…in time I shall collar you, expose you, humble you and leave you show you what true power is. For now little boy, continue your dark brooding and self-mutilation as you reflect on your compassions you’ve never had. The fairytale character Rumpelstiltskin could turn hair into gold. Let us see if you can turn your common and meager bitterness into something of value.

Senester is interrupted by a knock at the door, and an assistant cautiously peeks her head into the door.

(Assistant): My lord…Mr. Parker has arrived, you asked to be notified.

(Senester): Send him to lab, I will meet him there.

(Assistant): Yes my lord, right away.

Senester gets up from his table and heads out the door.