Facing An Old Friend...Or A New Foe?

There Reya Serra Janason stood at the fork in the road…

See, my professional wrestling career had reached a crossroads after I allowed a certain contract I had with a particular federation that shall remain nameless expire. What would I do next? Would I simply focus my talents and abilities solely on Phoenix Wrestling and its annual Iron King Tournament that is about to begin? Or would I find another federation to compete in, continuing to work for two different promotions as I had done, aside from my months long absence of course, for nearly a year now?

It was something that I discussed heavily with my best friend Paxar Vega and my personal physician John Luke Abraham and that I certainly debated in my head for some time, until finally I had come to a conclusion.

I chose the latter.

All it took to come to this decision was a simple phone conversation with a man who I had come to view as a brother to me, the same man who had also just left that particular federation to accept a position with a promotion as their Director of Wrestling Operations…

The Ice Viper himself, Ryan Omega.

Silence fills the main hall of the Cathedral of Saint Paul as I sit quietly, head bowed in prayer...that is until the woman seated to my right takes it upon herself to break that silence.

“Man, the Bajorans would love this place. So quiet, peaceful, and religiousy and stuff,” my friend Paxar says to me, prompting me to halt my prayer quickly with the sign of the cross and open my eyes to glare at her in irritation.

“Paxar…” I mutter before letting out a deep sigh and shaking my head in dismay. “...nevermind.”

“You’d make a good Bajoran I think,” Paxar states seriously. “Hmm...Kai Reya even has a nice ring to it…not sure if you’d like hasperat though...”

“And I think that perhaps you should spend a day or two not watching Star Trek on your computer,” I tell her sternly. “Besides, there are other matters to attend to right now. Speaking of which, is it finalized?”

“As of this morning,” Paxar declares cheerfully, a bright smile upon her face. “You are now officially a part of the Visionaries of Wrestling. Congrats!”

“Thank you,” I reply, smiling back at her. “Any word on when the first event and its matches will be announced?”

“Not yet,” Paxar responds as suddenly the sound of the TARDIS coming from her cell phone starts to blare loudly echoing throughout the hall. “Hold on, that could be the info now…”

Paxar swipes her finger across the screen of the phone, presses a button or two, and then reads the message that had just been sent to her. A few moments pass as she begins to turn almost a ghostly pale before slowly closing the phone once more. “Are you alright? Is something the matter?” I question her worriedly, placing a hand upon her shoulder.

“That...that was from the GM Sky Sangue’s office…” Paxar stutters. “You’re...you’re booked to be a part of the first Breakthrough event...in...in the main event at that…”

“Well, that is splendid news,” I say to her with delight. “It is a tremendous honor to headline the first event of a brand new promotion.”

“...against Seth Iser…” Paxar speaks coldly, almost in a whisper out of fear, nearly immediately turning my delight that was on my face into dread.

“I see…” I mutter to her, furrowing my brow. “No wonder you appear as if you are about to be sick.”

“No, I want to jump in the nearest closet and not come out for about six months,” Paxar snaps back. “All I see around are confessionals though...see this is why I keep telling you I need sword like Michonne’s...”

“I have told you before on several occasions that you have nothing to fear from Seth Iser, Paxar,” I tell her reassuringly. “He is, after all, a friend…”

“A friend when it’s been convenient for him,” Paxar declares. “Not to mention that the two of you haven’t spoken so much as a word to each other since The Court all went its separate ways. In the meantime, he’s gone to battle with monsters like Hazard and escalated his personal war against Slater during which the two have done just about everything short of killing each other. You know what Iser is capable of, Reya. There’s a reason he’s known as the Deity of Destruction. Don’t think whatever relationship you have with him keeps you safe from his wrath.”

“I know that he will show no mercy towards me when the bell rings, nor will I show him any either,” I state as I peer down at the floor. “I have never allowed a friendship affect what happens in the ring and I do not intend for ours to do so now.”

“But he could take things further than just during the match,” Paxar warns me worriedly as she stands to her feet. “Remember, his parents were Catholic. All this faithy stuff that you love so much...he hates it with the fury of a thousand suns. He could make this match very personal very quickly. All I’m saying is...be careful. I know how much your friendships mean to you and I don’t want to see you get hurt, physically or otherwise.”

“I shall be vigilant,” I say to her with a nod before standing up as well. “Do not worry, my friend. Everything shall unfold just as the Lord plans.”

“Well, I hope the Lord’s got an eye on the Morgantown Masochist too because I’ve got a feeling he’s got no intentions of following any plans but whatever twisted psycho nutcase plans he’s got rolling around in that head of his,” Paxar declares strongly as I start to make my exit from the hall, her following closely behind.

“I am certain that He does have an eye on Seth, Paxar. I am certain that He does…”

The very first main event of the very first event of the brand new Visionaries of Wrestling promotion pits two friends against one another. At least...a friend of mine against me. I know not how Seth feels about me after what has transpired over the last several months. Does he still see me as a friend, with our contest simply being a mere friendly competition? Or does he now see me as he sees Matthew...as a foe, an enemy standing against him? I will not know for certain until stepping into the ring with him, gazing into those eyes that lie behind his mask...

What shall happen when the Herald of Holiness and the Deity of Destruction meet in the ring against each other for the first time? I do not know. I will do my best to emerge victorious of course as I always attempt to do, but no matter the outcome I will hold no ill will towards him for our match and I pray that he is able to do the same.

I suppose that we shall find out soon enough.