HWA Message Board: Eddie K Reborn

"A shameless woman shall be counted as a dog; but she that is shamefaced will fear the Lord." (Eccles.26:25)

The garden maze of Dark Horse Towers finds Senester enjoying the overcast of Los Angles, and the intermittent rays of sunlight peeking through the clouded yet warm sky. A rich, herbal Japanese tea sits before him in a small cup next to a tea-pot also of some antique Asian origin. He is poured a cup by a servant, and takes no sugar, stirring nonetheless with a demitasse spoon.

(Senester): These are troubling times Eddie, are they not? I would offer my sympathies on the death of Ms. Divine, but you don’t need them, and to do so would be a futile attempt at condolences for closure you shall not have, and again…do not need. You must know Eddie that I tried to save her soul. I tried to lead her back to you in the only way truly possible and effective…down the path of righteousness. I led her beside the still waters to restore her soul, I led her to face her sins, but in the end…at The Other Side when I returned her to your world, in her shame she feared me and the lesson was lost upon her. She has left you once again, and this time for good. My only comforts are to you, for it you who are the victim, you who have suffered, perhaps in time you shall see that I work in mysterious ways and see that my footsteps have been beside you all along.

Which leads me to Havoc where my footsteps shall not be beside you, but on the opposite side of you, as you have selected me as the challenger to your World Title. Your recent state of being is understandable so allow me to clarify these proceedings. It is I, as the challenger who shall select the special guest referee, and while we have seen the full extent of his capabilities on the World Title seen, and thus a referee position may suit him quite well….regretfully, Talon Wilkinson is no longer at the top of my list of interests, thus he will have no part in this exhibition. However, I have selected an individual that shall prove to be a very appropriate choice. We can assure ourselves of their impartiality, their level of recognized respect throughout the organization, and expertise with the guidelines of the ring. For these obvious reasons…I have selected…Ms. Vanessa Lang.

A wry smiles crosses Senester’s face. He takes a sip of his tea, the steam rising in waves to his face as he sniffs its herbal bouquet.

(Senester): Some may say that you chose me because we have never met in the ring one-on-one. They are wrong. While that small fact may be true, the same goes for a number of other viable candidates…Butch Parker, and Hans von Richtoven both come to mind. Even still….it was only last week that you face Ronnie McNeil for the first time in singles competition, and what a battle that was, in fact the catalyst to this past Havoc’s main event. I wonder how Ronnie McNeil would have fared in an actual title match against you. He has a tendency to rise to the occasion when the lights are shining their brightest. What about Buff Bridges? Surely he delights in the idea of a 13th, 14th or whatever number championship to be added to his mantle. I feel terribly for him, as he is a long lost brother to me. Always a second thought in the eyes of his peers, no matter what wins he secures under the radar, no matter how much support he throws in their direction. No matter the direction of his focus, he is always met with a double-edged sword. Do you take him at all seriously Eddie, the veteran, the icon, the legend that is Buff Bridges?

What about Butch Parker? There is as the wrestling world knows... no lost love between the two of you. It is only a matter of time before that meeting finds its way onto the card, and I dare say we shall have ourselves another Juno on that day, as I believe the two of you shall tear the town apart in your encounter. You wish to silence him as much as he does you. You wish to bleed him snow white as much as he does you. You are the oil and water to one another, but in truth you are so much more alike than you might imagine. Such is the case with greatness. The greatness of men is as of stars…they may orbit one another, their binary dance twinkling in the sky but they dare not come too close to one another, for it could mean the destruction of them both. When the time comes… I shall halt the very cosmos, and the very universe shall dim to witness a remarkable event.

There is also my Baron…Hans von Richton. Perhaps you may say “guilty” by association, but then others have said the same of you Eddie…in grave error. The years away from wrestling’s spotlight have been most kind to my Baron. He is no longer merely Butch Parker’s friend, he is no longer the mid-card superstar…he is Hans von Richtoven. His name has earned the respect that his reputation precedes. Yet it would appear that you have still to recognize this. Be careful of your comparisons. The accomplishments you have made in the few years you have been here are of these times Eddie. Your era is of greed, of envy, and of ego….an accumulation of sins in far greater abundance than yesteryear. Men today defeat themselves more than their opponents ever could, but it was not always so. Once upon a time, men fought for the sport, and the competition…today they fight for the rights to the thrill of the limelight. My Baron comes from the old world Eddie, your best interest rests in taking him seriously. He is a greater threat to you, than you can imagine.

Enough however of those you did not choose to face at Havoc. At Havoc we meet one-on-one for the World Heavyweight Championship. You should know me well enough by now Eddie to know that championships do not mesmerize me. There are those in this industry who have made their mark by claiming to “live, eat, and breath” this business to become champion. For those who define themselves by the details of score sheets and collection of gold…it is a desolate existence indeed in that fading limelight. Championships are symbols of accomplishment, nothing more, and the reason I do not actively seek them is that my accomplishments speak for themselves. However, when circumstances permit as they shall at Havoc, I am hardly unconcerned with winning them.

Until our time comes Eddie, please relax. Enjoy the bottle of tequila that should arrive with this message. My tastes are exemplary, and you shall find it beyond your expectations. The Cuervo family has produced tequila for over two centuries, and naturally a limited supply of their 250th anniversary reserve was distributed. Parting of it is no great loss to me, and I have little faith in those paltry bottles in the stock of your bar to facilitate a true relaxing experience. May the blue agave mend what has been broken…the knife wound in your back from Talon, your mind from borderline incestuous thoughts of his sister Ally, your bones from carrying the needs of your every friend with you, your heart from the death of Hennessey. Come to Havoc and face me Eddie…I will make you come alive once more. I will make your veins tingle in the anticipation of battle. I will make the beads of sweat upon your brow cold again. I will make your heart pound the very breath from your lungs. I am the only one who can…that Eddie….that is why you chose to face me.

Senester drains the last bit of tea from his cup and peers inside it….reading the tea leaves. He holds his glass up as if to toast to Eddie, nodding in recognition as the scene fades to black.