HWA Message Board: Senester: Being Human – Episode 1 – The Beginning of the End

Continued from Part 1

The footage ends and back in the home of William Blaton, Anderson Cooper looks at him seeing his eyes cascading tears, he shudders, sniffling and clearing his throat pulling out a crumpled napkin dabbing at the corners of his eyes.

(Anderson Cooper): You were the referee in that match replacing the first who we saw brutally ejected. You said this “Broke” you, clearly this was an exceptionally challenging match to officiate. The cameras focus mostly on the action in the ring, but to the careful observer one can certainly see your struggle, the torment on your face throughout was very apparent.

(Former HWA Official: William Blaton): You know, when you see people talking about mental health and self-care…I have to tell you that its very real, I believe in that now. I went blank, I just went blank. I’m not sure I remember calling the match. I don’t remember leaving the ring, I don’t remember walking to the back, or getting my bag or leaving the arena…none of it. God as my witness. I woke up the morning after that, I don’t think I still remembered. All I knew was we were going to another town and had Havoc after that ppv. I got out of bed, stretched my arms out and told myself it was time to get to the airport and go to work, and then I pissed myself. Me, a 53-year-old man and I was suddenly so terrified of leaving that hotel room I pissed myself right there next to the bed out of nowhere. It hit me just like that, all of it, all at once, all over the floor, all down my leg.

(Anderson Cooper): Overwhelming fear…you were still in shock. How did you cope at the time?

(Former HWA Official: William Blaton): I reached for the phone but my hands were shaking so bad. I looked at my right hand and it didn’t look like my hand. I could see it, but I couldn’t control it. It took me a few moments but I managed to call my wife…told her I was coming home…I couldn’t do this anymore. She had wanted me to stop years prior, saying it was taking its toll on me but that night…………….it was that match that did me in. I called the office and told them I wasn’t coming back. I haven’t stepped foot in any arena since, not for a show, a play, a concert, any other sporting event…nothing. I can’t….I won’t.

(Anderson Cooper): You mentioned mental health, let’s talk that, and this apparent aversion to arenas you have. When we first contacted you months back, you originally rejected the offer to be a part of this documentary. You told producers you were too ashamed.

Blaton breaks down crying. He covers his face, his shoulder shuddering as he sobs in his hands. Anderson Cooper looks on, allowing him this moment to feel and sober himself.

(Former HWA Official: William Blaton): Shame and guilt, yeah! More than anything I feel shame and guilty, I still do. You saw what I did. After you called me yourself, I changed my mind. My wife heard us talk, said it was my chance to put this out in the open and behind me…finally move on I guess.

(Anderson Cooper): As much as this documentary is a discovery of facts, unearthing things long buried, forgotten or even unknown…as I told you then…this is about healing for all of those involved. Victims, survivors of these atrocities such as yourself.

(Former HWA Official: William Blaton): I can’t count how many people need to heal from those days. I had heard Elizabeth recovered over time, but I should have done something. I should have said something like Andy did. I didn’t, and when it was all over… I walked away and didn’t look back at anything or anyone. I just couldn’t.

(Anderson Cooper): “Andy” being the referee that was assaulted before you took over the match?

William nods his head in confirmation…

(Anderson Cooper): This is about healing as I said, and a great segway to make a very special and I think very needed connection, I’d like to bring into this conversation joining us virtually Andrew Krumpt. Would that be alright with you?

William jolts upright as if there were a loud, unexpected bang in the background turning his head to the door. Surprised by and recognizing his response, Anderson tries to reassure him.

(Anderson Cooper): It’s alright Mr. Blaton. Unfortunately, Mr. Krumpt couldn’t join us in person, but with your permission we’d like to invite him virtually.

William Blaton is quite disturbed. His arms shook as he gripped the sides of his chair trying to settle himself back in. He’d avoided Andy, avoided everyone with any ties to his old life in HWA. Suddenly he wasn’t sure the money was worth continuing the interview. He looked at Anderson Cooper awaiting his reply and he sighs heavily, attempting to steel himself. Andy was his trainee. He watched what Senester did to him and then took his place as if he wasn’t good enough, as if he needed to be shoved aside for a seasoned veteran to handle the situation.

Anderson points back to the laptop by the film crew on the coffee table in front of them and Andrew Krumpt is connected on the screen. Upon sight, William instantly breaks down. An atrocious groan bellows from the pits of his soul and he begins waving his hand out in front of him as if he can’t take any more. On screen, in his medical bed lies Andy Krumpt. He’s leaned upright in a brace, a ventilator whizzes assisting him to breath. The once lively young man is barely recognizable from his former self.

(Anderson Cooper): Mr. Krumpt thank you for joining us.

(Former HWA Official Andy Krumpt): ….(wheeze) Hey Bill!

The wheeze of his breath through the ventilation machine echoes as William Blaton continues crying. His shoulder shudder as he lowers his head wiping his eyes before finally mustering the strength to respond, but “Oh Jesus” is all he can manage overwhelmed at the site of his former coworker. The horror of a man before him that he’d avoided in shame and fear of facing him is now before him, waiting.

Anderson has a comforting arm on William’s shoulder. His eyes catch his wife in the background. She’s in the hallway behind them watching. Her hand over her mouth to muffle her own tears as she watches her husband battle his oldest demon. She wants to go to him, but knows he’ll cave if she does and Anderson just gives her an encouraging nod.

(Anderson Cooper): Take your time! This is your moment, your truth. Part of this truth is facing this reflection. You’ve carried this for so long, we can see the weight bearing down on you. This is your opportunity to put that weight down, to let go of the past and move forward.

He leads, hoping William will follows.

(Anderson Cooper): Mr. Krumpt we’ve spoken about your experience. Mr. Blaton has just relived that night himself, and I know there’s a reason you’re here as well and that you have something to say to Mr. Blaton. It’s been 13 years since you’ve spoken. 13 years you’ve both carried this heavy, heavy burden.

Andy looks into the camera, his dry lips part once more, his voice is ragged and raspy.

(Former HWA Official Andy Krumpt): Bill….(wheeze)…..I don’t know what you’ve been through……(wheeze)….until now. I tried reaching out to you……(wheeze)…… a couple of times over the years……(wheeze)…..but you didn’t return my calls. I was pretty………(wheeze)……angry………(wheeze)……about everything at the time… I was………(wheeze)……engaged………(wheeze)……ready to start a family………(wheeze)……and I lost it all. I………(wheeze)……agreed………(wheeze)……to do this so………(wheeze)……so I could tell you man to man that………(wheeze)……you made the right decision.

William Blaton finally looks up at the screen, at the words he wasn’t expecting to hear over his own uncontrollable sobs.

(Former HWA Official Andy Krumpt): I was………(wheeze)……a fresh-faced 26-year-old………(wheeze)……not long out of training………(wheeze)……trying to do things by the book………(wheeze)……as I was taught. ………(wheeze)……I thought I was doing the right thing………(wheeze)……standing my moral ground………(wheeze)…… wanted to make you and Jim proud of ………(wheeze) me……but look what it got me………(wheeze)…… people called you a coward………(wheeze)……but I was………(wheeze)……never one of them. You’re………(wheeze)……a goddamn………(wheeze)……hero Bill. It wasn’t………(wheeze)……cowardice………(wheeze)…… it was courage that………(wheeze)……made you call that match………(wheeze)……Look at me………(wheeze)……he crippled me………(wheeze)……Bill!

Andy begins crying but his paralyzed body doesn’t move. A hand off camera comes into frame wiping his face as he joins William in their song of suffering.

(Former HWA Official Andy Krumpt): ………(wheeze)……The son………(wheeze)……of-a-bitch………(wheeze)……crippled me, and………(wheeze)……when I tried to sue………(wheeze)…… his damn lawyers………(wheeze)……dragged me through………(wheeze)……every legal loophole………(wheeze)……you can imagine with………(wheeze)……that convoluted contract………(wheeze)……and all I got………(wheeze)……was some workers comp………(wheeze)……benefits.

(Former HWA Official: William Blaton): I’m sorry Andy, Jesus I’m so damn sorry.

(Former HWA Official Andy Krumpt): For………(wheeze)……what? ………(wheeze)……We didn’t owe………(wheeze)……anyone anything………(wheeze)……This could have ………(wheeze)……been you in this bed………(wheeze)……or in a wheelchair. ………(wheeze)……This could be………(wheeze)……you with your life ruined. ………(wheeze)……What the hell………(wheeze)……did I think………(wheeze)……I was………(wheeze)……doing………(wheeze)……trying to stand up………(wheeze)……to that monster? ………(wheeze)……How many of us………(wheeze)……over the years are………(wheeze)……are in similar situations………(wheeze)……battered………(wheeze)……bruised………(wheeze)…… beaten down…broken………(wheeze)……completely………(wheeze)……ruined and destroyed………(wheeze)……by Senester’s………(wheeze)……tyranny?

(Former HWA Official: William Blaton): Too many!

The soft, weak words escape his mouth as he still barely kept eye contact with Andy.

(Former HWA Official Andy Krumpt): There were a lot of us………(wheeze)……even more………(wheeze)……after we left but………(wheeze)……there’s been healing Bill………(wheeze)……it’s your time to heal ………(wheeze)……Butch Parker…he………(wheeze)……and Wisdom………(wheeze)……established a department in HWA………(wheeze)……years back to………(wheeze)…… support all of us………(wheeze)……It’s the one thing………(wheeze)……that survived the company collapse. ………(wheeze)……They can’t change………(wheeze)……what has happened………(wheeze)……to any of us………(wheeze)……but………(wheeze)……it’s made a lot of us………(wheeze)……better. I am………(wheeze)……where I am………(wheeze)……today………(wheeze)……because of them………(wheeze)……a lot of us………(wheeze)……are.

The scene fades and changes back to Anderson Cooper in the empty arena.

(Anderson Cooper): I spent a bit more time with the two men and witnessed their difficult reunion. Though he struggled to speak between breaths through his terrible disabilities, Andrew Krumpt was determined to share his story with us despite his condition. Mr. Blaton did request for us to stop recording and out of respect for them both with did so immediately. However, I can tell you what they shared was very real, and very raw. Through the pain they suffered separately, has come hope for healing. Their reconnection, giving oneself permission to feel and to accept is so important to one’s recovery process and I’m glad that these two men have begun that journey.

We talked about hindsight, and looking back on that fateful night in 2015 there is little doubt that the Wisdom Parker vs. Elizabeth Shevington match was the catalyst that ignited Senester’s downfall. My colleague in this docuseries and honored tv host Piers Morgan sat with Elizabeth Shevington herself, 82 years of age at the time of this recording, from her estate across the pond in Berkshire, England to discuss the aftermath of that match and the decisions she made that changed the course of the wrestling industry itself.

The scene changes to prerecorded footage outside on the deck of a beautiful lakefront property…Elizabeth Shevington sits in conversation with Piers Morgan. In true English fashion, Shevington has prepared afternoon tea with a selection of finger sandwiches, and scones with clotted cream and preserves. It is evident they have spent some time chatting already, and the subject turns to her match with Wisdom Parker and that which followed.

(Piers Morgan): ………..It's difficult to watch that footage, yes?

Piers looks very seriously at Shevington who nods her head. The flowers in her summer hat bounce ever so slightly.

(Shevington): So much so, that I must say I’ve never seen it.

(Piers Morgan): Truly? Never? Often victims reflect on their experiences using recordings as reminders of their strength, their perseverance, but not you?

Shevington has a slight smile on her face as she takes a sip from her cup of Yorkshire Gold. Age has consumed her from last we saw of her over a decade ago. Yet, the loose, almost translucent skin on her veined, spotted hands, does not diminish the twinkle in her eyes and vibrancy of her spirit that we remember.

(Shevington): No, not me. I’ve lost many things over the years, but my memory is not one of them. I never felt the need to see the footage from that match when for me…for quite some time after I needed but to close my eyes and it was there…a vivid movie in my mind.

(Piers Morgan): You say “was there”…it isn’t any longer?

(Shevington): No, it is…only not as potent, not as debilitating as it once was.

(Piers Morgan): Why is that?

(Shevington): Simply because he got what he deserved I suppose…at least so much as the laws there would allow. You must understand…mine is just one voice amongst hundreds, perhaps thousands affected by the power he lauded over everything before him.

Piers smiles at Shevington with a nod.

(Piers Morgan): I certainly want to get to some of those others, but walk me through the end of that match, the aftermath…..your on-screen presence was absent from HWA programming for about 8 months, and most believed you wouldn’t return.

(Shevington): They were nearly very correct in that assumption…as I hadn’t expected to. But I must first say again, as I said back then and have many times since…that I never bore Wisdom any ill will following that night. She’s a lovely woman, and I have nothing but the utmost respect for her and her husband, Butch. We were all pawns on the chessboard of a very dangerous game in an unwinnable situation.

(Piers Morgan): Indeed you were.

A moment of silence passes between them, Piers allowing Shevington the space to lead at her own pace. She takes a deep sigh in stern reflection.

(Shevington): One cannot express to you the degree of pain I endured. The phrase “out of body experience” is as close a proximation as one might example. You see I was never a very physical woman. Sure, in my youth I jogged a little but never have I conditioned myself to the level of an athlete as those amazing wrestlers are. Even if I had…I was 71, 72 at the time? Even had I been a more robust individual in my youth…at that age the shock to my body would have likely been the same.

(Piers Morgan): You nearly died, yet you recovered…I imagine you’ve done something right.

(Shevington): I did die dear…twice, I’m told.

(Piers Morgan): Twice? There was a moment at the end of the match when you were being cared for by emergency personnel, but it wasn’t expressly stated that you had died, I don’t think this was known to anyone.

(Shevington): Nor should it have been, it was a private matter, even for being on a live broadcast. Following the match, I’m told I wasn’t breathing and had no pulse, yet thanks to the brilliant efforts of the local EMT’s….I was resuscitated as you no doubt saw. My family was here in England, so I had no one in the States who could be called upon, but I do know Bryan Deas rode in the ambulance with me. He had leaped in just as they were about to pull away and was holding my hand when apparently (snaps her fingers) out I went again.

(Piers Morgan): Bryan Deas was with you?

(Shevington): He certainly was…and stayed that night with me at the hospital although I was placed in a medically induced coma and wasn’t aware of it at the time. I believe it was a week, perhaps a little more later when I was brought out of it and had the opportunity to have visitors. Other than my husband, son, and daughter-in-law, Bryan was one of the first people I saw along with the Parkers.

(Piers Morgan): Did the two of you share a friendship in your time with the company?

(Shevington): No, our relationship was professional. I was an executive for a billion-dollar company, it would be most inappropriate to assume friendships with subordinates. No, Bryan was riddled with guilt, the poor lad. It was his proposed match with Butch Parker that set everything in motion. Had he competed as originally planned, he’d likely have lost the match, injured as he was…but its doubtful events thereafter would have unfolded as they did.

(Piers Morgan): Let’s talk about your recovery, and why after 8 months, days away from your contract running out as we’ve come to understand…you decided to return.

Another sigh escapes her. Her appearance appears so frail it looks like she’s taking a last breath, but her looks are deceiving as she continues with vigor.

(Shevington): Recovery was hard for me, very hard as you might imagine. Eight months seemed like eight years. Bedridden for months, the physical therapy was agonizing, the persistent pain, and I shan’t forget the embarrassing personal care aid required of skilled home care professionals. From the brain swelling and concussion, to the broken bones, muscle tears in my back, loose teeth, and so on. I knew what kind of man Senester was, and I was paying the price for my own self-righteousness.

(Piers Morgan): Self-righteous, how so? I can hardly see such a description attached to you.

(Shevington): I fashioned myself a problem solver when I came to the company. I had vast experience turning organizations around, grooming, and nurturing executives, setting them on the right course in business. I was brought in at time when the reputation of HWA had become severely tarnished you see. The legal troubles had already been mounting for years. The wolves were at the door if you will.

(Piers Morgan): There are many notable instances that come time mind, I recall reporting on the discord between networks and HWA programming. The mounting political battles Senester was embroiled in.

(Shevington): Sadly, there is no shortage of examples, but yes…that is why I was hired. I was to bring some degree of discipline. He told me that I was supposed to be the line that he could not cross, and I was to keep the reigns loose enough for him to do as he wished but tight enough to keep him from any real trouble. He envisioned with me at the head the company, our partners, the networks would all find to some extent a few legal woes easing with a show of efforts being made to improve our global profile. I saw this arrogant, brash young man and just knew that I could make a positive difference.

(Piers Morgan): Did you feel that you had made a difference?

(Shevington): Ultimately no, not with him…but I had made a considerable difference in operations and how he engaged individuals most times. With the day-to-day business affairs under my purview he essentially left most people alone, too busy with his poker in more important fires. But make no mistake…..when he desired to turn his attention towards someone or something I found myself utterly powerless.

(Piers Morgan): The 8 months you were away, recovering. You said those who assumed you would not return were nearly correct, what did you mean?

(Shevington): I hadn’t planned to return, truly. Physically, I just couldn’t. I accepted my failure and was resigned to leave him and the company to their own devices. After what had already occurred, in my condition, at my age the risk far outweighed the rewards and I recognized my own failure.

(Piers Morgan): But you didn’t stay away, what changed?

(Shevington): No! I was here at home…

She points to the greenhouse across the lawn.

(Shevington): …there in the greenhouse tending my tulips. It was actually you on the tele, Good Morning Britain.

Piers gives a light chuckle and eye roll.

(Shevington): American news outlets were reporting an incident outside at the Parker’s home, the one on the beach.

(Piers Morgan): Yes, I recall. Santa Barbara, the Parkers private beach front property. Police were investigating the discovery of a mutilated lion laid across the sand, the word “Rampant” carved into its flesh. Gruesome scene.

(Shevington): Yes, it was. Nevertheless, I was content at the time letting my contract run out those last days. Yet, seeing that mutilated creature on the news….I realized that his game hadn’t ended and I felt a renewed purpose. That I might still use my role and fulfill the objective in which I had originally been hired to do. That being turn the company around, its image, its operations, everything.

(Piers Morgan): So you returned?

(Shevington): Indeed, and Ohhhhh how enjoyed that. Not my return itself mind you, but to him I was humiliated, put in my place as it were. He enjoyed seeing me arrive by driver and not on my own. He delighted at the diminished pace in which I walked and moved about. He relished seeing the pain still on my face as much as I attempted to hide it from him. I was a human flag waving his triumph.

She stops, thinking back to those days shaking her head.

(Piers Morgan): So the lion on the beach was your call to action. Although, it was never proven that Senester was responsible for it, most believed that he was and was undoubtedly sending a message. Michael James had recently disappeared from the company and Senester returned his sights and focus back to Butch Parker.

(Shevington): Precisely, such a vicious cycle and I knew that I could stop it.

(Piers Morgan): The wrestling world only knows a small part of what happened next, but in your own words set the stage for us.

She smiles and pauses again. Takes in a deep breath as she looks out over her property. The calm water beside them, the hummingbird nipping at a nearby flowerbed. She turns back to him, that smile still there, small and humble.

(Shevington): It must be known that I’ve never been a vindictive woman, but I was ambitious. I wished to fulfill the task assigned to me, protect the company. I simply couldn’t end things as they were. I had been Executive Director of Business Affairs for just over 3 years. Naturally in my capacity, I knew the ins and outs of the company. In his egotism I had his confidence and………..

Her look now more serious.

(Shevington): ….and I orchestrated a grand ruse. I tricked him in the same manner in which many had seen him do to them and others on countless occasions. Twisting the words in contracts, devising crude means for individuals to retain their jobs, using every loophole imaginable with his exceptionally gifted law firm at his fingertips to squirm out of situation after situation. It’s a bit convoluted but in short, I had access to certain documents that I got him to sign, and unknowingly full ownership of HWA was surrendered. I gave those documents to the individuals I knew would bring about the change needed.

Piers shifts in his seat looking at her.

(Piers Morgan): One moment…are you saying you committed fraudulent inducement…a crime?

(Shevington): In a way I suppose I am, and yet…at the same time I am not. As an English woman I am not professionally proud of what I did, twas my own ego I suppose.

Intently intrigued by her admission Piers is eager to dive further.

(Piers Morgan): You’re dealing with a highly intelligent individual here, surely he knew he was signing over the company.

(Shevington): Of course he did, that was his intent. Things were heating up for him legally, and to preserve the company it was to be signed into a Trust he’d arranged. But I left that name out of the agreement…..presented it to Butch and Wisdom Parker and by signing, the Parkers became co-owners of the company….that was the ruse.

(Piers Morgan): They were aware what you’d done?

(Shevington): We never expressly discussed it, but I believe there was an unspoken understanding.

(Piers Morgan): How did Senester react?

(Shevington): He was furious, but by the time he realized what had happened my contract expired and I was gone, and he was faced with more pressing issues you as you know.

(Piers Morgan): Tell us what kind of person he was.

She brings her cup of tea to her lips, a slight quiver in her hand as she sips then sets it down looking over at the lake and begins speaking as if retelling some ancient tale to a captive audience.

(Shevington): Evil! He was pure evil. Everything you’ve ever heard of the man pales in comparison to the reality of him. Were you to combine famous characters from books and movies his own characteristics would dwarf and shadow them all.

(Piers Morgan): So much has come to light, it’s hard to imagine such a man.

Shevington chuckles slightly.

(Shevington): What little has come to light is nothing compared to what yet lingers in the shadows he’s left behind. Malicious, vengeful, ruthless, unforgiving, malevolent, mischievous, treacherous, unstable, delusional….I could go on and on. He was….devoid of human emotion.

(Piers Morgan): I’m told there is a rather extensive and astounding psychological profile on the man.

(Shevington): If it exists, its extensiveness would not be surprising, and yet I can assure you they likely only touched the surface of the water. His is an abyss one dare not venture into.

(Piers Morgan): In hindsight, would you do it all over? Would you change anything?

(Shevington): I’ve asked myself this question countless times. Would I have signed with HWA? Probably! As I said, I was an ambitious woman and this assignment was to be my swan song before I retired. It was the largest organization I’d ever been part of, world-renowned and exceptionally well positioned financially at the time. There was just no way for me to know who or rather what he was then. If I were to change anything it would be myself. I would not have been blinded by my motivations to succeed and I would departed the moment the first red flag arose.

(Piers Morgan): And what was that flag?

She laughs out loud this time to herself bringing a smile to Piers’ face as well.

(Shevington): This would have been our very first face to face meeting. I interviewed virtually at first, and had come to meet him in person with the hopes of finally securing the position. The ink on my contract wasn’t even dry. I’d just shaken his hand, but it wasn’t the cold void of his eyes that caught me off guard. On my way out I was to be escorted to what would be my office. I figured to see the space and imagine how I’d like things setup, you know. Well…when we reached the floor and came to the door my name was already on it. At first I thought it was a nice touch, a bit presumptuous to assume I would be signing, but a nice touch. Then I opened the door.

It was not only furnished and decorated to my exact tastes but every detail had been carefully planned. Family photos… “My” family photos were already framed and put in place. The desk had been arranged precisely as I prefer from the monitor to the office supplies positioning. My personal favorite brands of snacks were in the cabinet and fridge down to the imported tea and biscuits. It was as if I had been there already, set this up entirely myself.

Piers looks on both impressed and shocked.

(Piers Morgan): Down to the last detail?

(Shevington): Every one! Including my choice of stationary that I used in London, my brands of perfume and lotions in the on-suite bathroom. He couldn’t have known these things. It was impossible, but I pushed my unease aside. I didn’t tell myself that it was impossible, I sold myself on the lie that it was “Impressive,” that like some other individuals oh his wealth he was prone to a degree of eccentricities. Of course he had all the money in the world at his fingertips, what was setting up an office, but to personalize it better than I could have myself…I should have known then how controlling he was, what kind of diabolical mind could go so far as to obsess over these details, let alone asking myself the question of how he discovered these things out about me.

(Piers Morgan): He had to have done his own profile on you?

(Shevington): It’s the only explanation, even how, still beggars belief. Had I known then what I do now…I would have closed that office door and never returned.

(Piers Morgan): Amongst others, you used the word “delusional,” tell us what you mean by that?

She pauses, once more taking solace in the serenity of her surroundings.

(Shevington): Well that God Complex of his for one, and I don’t mean his narcissism…I truly believe that he thought himself God. Lord of all creation itself. Power had warped his mind and he had it in abundance. Jack the Ripper, Harold Shipman, Al Capone, Adolf Hitler, Charles Manson some of histories greatest criminals and to this day he tops them all. How he influenced people, controlled them, manipulated them and called it goodness, called it kindness. I’m just glad that the nightmare is over.

Back in the arena Anderson Cooper is looking around into the stands of the darkened arena, and makes his way over to the ropes and steps onto the apron and begins walking down the steps then up the ramp in speech.

(Anderson Cooper): 2015 was a wakeup call for many within the company, both for those who left and those who remained, but none more apparent than for Butch and Wisdom Parker and Elizabeth Shevington. Eight months following her infamous match Elizabeth Shevington returned to HWA. Bones still healing, pain still subsiding and still bound at times to a wheelchair…she mustered the strength and courage to perform one final act as Executive Director of Business Affairs. Using the institutional knowledge she had gained over her tenure with the company, she crafted a plan that she laid into the hands of Butch and Wisdom Parker. Admittedly, tailoring documents that would be signed by Senester surrendering the company. Perhaps sensing their own relief from his influence efforts to overturn this fell on deaf ears in the political community. Indeed the wolves were already at the door even as the Parkers began their efforts to turn the company around….they were unknowingly already caught in the grip of forces pulling it down towards its ultimate demise.

Anderson turns at the head of the stage looking back on the dark, empty arena and the lone light in the ring. He then turns back as the scene goes to the credits with stills of the old HWA Offices in Los Angeles. Various shots of former employees and superstars backstage at arenas, and in the offices conducting business in late 2015 before the credits end and the screen fades to black.