on July 15, 2010, 5:52 pm
(Butch): This 8-Man tag team match you've booked for Havoc, are you sure it's a good idea?
(Senester): I wouldn't have booked it otherwise....you should know that.
(Butch): Butch momentarily stops, his eyes diverting away, knowing he walked into a transparent door there.
(Butch): You do know it'll end in chaos right? There're too many combustible elements involved for this not to end up a complete shit storm.
(Senester): Chaos is a word commoners use to define that which they cannot understand, and are unwilling to face. What I see is the diligent weaving of men as to be found in a fine Persian rug. They see a "shit storm" as you say, and I see a Monet or Rembrandt...a virtual work of art.
Butch rolls his eyes at Senester's unique outlook on the world.
(Butch): We need to keep our eyes on Eddie; AC I know like a book, he'll only look out for himself and he'll team with anybody if it means causing trouble, but Eddie is a virus. He's not happy unless the entire world is taking notice of him and he'll want to make something happen at Havoc; whether it's attacking you or I, he'll try something. Sniveling little #### doesn't deserve that fifteen pounds of gold he's dragging through the mud like some dead hooker...
(Senester): And you think you do? Despite the many critiques about him, he did earn the title. Who better to dethrone Talon than the very man who he betrayed. A small measure of revenge it may be, but it holds a great deal of symbolism. Eddie need not be watched any more than anyone else. You forget Parker...I am not the caged lion you are. I am not looking over my shoulders and behind my back at every turn to see who is poking me with a stick. I expect people to be themselves even when their actions may seem contrary to the norm.
Senester gives Butch a knowing glare.
(Butch): Believe me, I know...but maybe you should be looking over your shoulders. You never know when someone's going to do something incredibly stupid...
Butch returns Senester's glare with one of his own, raising a single eyebrow.
(Senester): I have no fear of stupidity. I enjoy it's consequences far too much not to even welcome it at times. What you need to concern yourself with are the tasks at hand, and there will be many come Havoc leading up to the main event.
(Butch): Anything you'd like me to take care of? Or is it another one of those "all in good time" scenarios?
(Senester): We'll get to that momentarily. We need to discuss recent events first. We can begin with Wisdom. What are your intentions in this match proposal of hers, should it be granted by the Circle of Champions?
Butch doesn't react immediately, simply inhaling deeply.
(Butch): The Circle of Champions can do what they please. If Wisdom wants to fight me, then so be it, however, I think it's safe to assume the entire roster will come down on like a tsunami the minute the match is over.
(Senester): Are those your only thoughts on the proposed match?
Butch furrows his brow and holds his arms out slightly.
(Butch): What else do you want me to say?
(Senester): Fair enough then... what about My Baron's partner Vanessa. I saw the fear in her eyes, the anguish and the utter pain when you broke her leg....and more importantly I saw your eyes...do you know what I saw in them Parker?
(Butch): Enlighten me.
(Senester): I saw nothing. You're moving further past your initial frustrations and you now begin to realize in small pieces that the world you knew was an illusion. The fans you've abused your body for, for years have deserted, the respect in the locker room you did have is gone, and those who never like you are pointing the finger with "I told you so!" At this very moment in your life, other than myself you are nearly alone. You have my admiration for setting a goal and seeing to it, that it manifests.
Butch turns his back slightly, his head tilting.
(Butch): Sometimes it's better to be alone...less people to depend on and have depend on you...I feel nothing for the fans anymore, their true nature was shown the minute I returned...the minute they seen me standing beside you rather than across the ring from you, my mind was made up....I will not be making that mistake again.
(Senester): As well you shouldn't. Fans never love you, they love the way you make them feel, when the emotions change so do they. Look at Talon and Eddie...even they were shunned at times. Speaking of Talon...it would appear that perhaps yet another match is on the horizon....these altercations and comments between you have increasing regularity.
(Butch): The fans only love and believe in ideals, they'll cheer who they're told to cheer for. As for Talon, his time is coming; he's the only man in this company worth noting that has a flawless record against me, and I intend on rectifying that inequity sooner rather than later.
(Senester): And My Baron...more than once now you have nearly come to blows. I do not think even his restraint can last another encounter....but I am willing to test that theory.
Butch narrows his eyes.
(Butch): What is your interest in Hans? That issue with Vanessa was strictly to ensure that she stopped spreading lies about me and Jason, as you put, was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. However, I don't think Hans will break that easily; he's far too intelligent for that. He knows he'll be branded a hypocrite for a striking me for being your "puppet" when he himself drank from the very same river not so long ago. Heinrich however, he's a different matter altogether; he embodies the German temperament Hans tries to conceal. Hans won't budge until his tether is well and truly at its end.
(Senester): My interest in Hans are not your concern, but I too know that it is a thin straw trying to break the camels back, perhaps it needs thickening. In any event...I will address that when the time comes. Heinrich is insignificant to this equation, whom by the way you did not quite perform as expected against.
Butch again looks away, his annoyance displayed the flaring of his nostrils and a loud exhalation.
(Butch): I don't think anybody could have predicted Jason's little stunt. I had Heinrich in the palm of my hands and I let that cock-sucking little turd get the better of me, I'll happy admit that, but you know any other day of the week, that I would have made damn sure that that deed was carried to perfection. Besides, Jason is nothing more than an annoying little zit that just won't go away, he's none of our concern.
(Senester): Don't make excuses Parker. Your failure is your own and I don't like failure. You could have decimated Heinrich in a matter of moments had you elected to do so, but you chose to have a "match." Jason is not to be blamed for taking opportunity where you lacked the resolved to do so. All you managed to do was give Heinrich a hickey on his arm. You know what I expect from you...must I now tell you how to compete as well?
Butch takes an angry step towards Senester, slamming the palms of his hands on the desk.
(Butch): Look! The match went to shit alright? I fuked up, I admit that, I make no excuse, so what the fuk do you want me to do?
Senester rises, coming around from his desk and backhands Butch, knocking him back a few steps.
(Senester): Insolence...like I said earlier Parker....I enjoy the consequences of stupidity. I don't know what your next move is, but I can guarantee that you know what mine will be.
Butch's chest heaves heavily as emerald green eyes meet black.
(Butch): I know what you're capable of Senester, but you should remember the same for me. I have a tether as you well know.
(Senester): Your tether is of no consequence to me. You are not my equal Parker...nor superior....I am God. It is my will that is done, not yours. Your gem-like eyes may glisten as green as the rain forest, but I am the bulldozer that will destroy and burn your entire world. I tire of this useless diatribe....leave me. We shall meet again tomorrow,
Butch doesn't bother responding, merely boring his eyes into Senester's for several more seconds before turning around and storming out of Senester's office as the scene fades to black.
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