Post by Havoc on Sept 28, 2021 18:53:31 GMT -5
The scene begins with a camera pointed at the door of what appears to be a nice house. Though things are looking a little gloomy, the camera pans around to reveal dust collecting over furniture and trash scattered all over. As if the house had been abandoned. The locked door has a “Beware” sign plastered on the door laminate. There’s radio silence for a long uncomfortable time when suddenly we hear some commotion coming from a respectable distance. The camera pans over to the main doorway to enter the house as a figure carefully navigates its way through the trash and switches on the light. The bulb flickers back on as the camera zooms in to reveal Hana, Sabertooth’s partner in life have a look of disgust and shock on her face.
“I-- WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! It seems like you haven’t left your room for weeks! I was gone for a while due to my own work commitments b-but how could you have let go of yourself to such a degree?! It’s just a match, Chris. I know it doesn’t feel good to lose but what can you do?! You’re going to take it out on me? You’re going to take it out on our home. This is disgusting, Chris. I can’t believe that you would do something like this. Or are you even Chris anymore?! Is it you-- Havoc? Are you locked in there brooding about what happened? Answer me dammit!”
Hana demanded while being cautious of who would potentially answer back to her questions.
A loud thud is heard on the other side of the locked door as Hana maintains a safe distance from the doorway.
“Chris? I-Is everything okay?”
She questioned as a loud demonic scream is heard from the other side of the doorway startling her. The door swings open, with nothing visible on the other side. The curtains have been drawn and the lights are switched off. Hana hesitates for a moment thinking to herself if she should enter the room. After giving it a thought, she takes it upon herself to bring Chris out of the slump.
She walks into the room and searched for the light switch, flipping it on once she finds it in the darkness. We see Chris sitting on the floor facing the wall as Hana’s pupils dilate to adjust to the lighting. Hana is terrified to approach the man not knowing how he’d react but finds the courage to call out for him to no response.
“Is everything okay?! What do you think, Hana? Does everything look okay to you? Did you even WATCH the show or were you too busy in your own world? I have been sitting here, pondering about what happened. I was better than Pyro. At every fucking step of the way, I was BETTER! And yet he walked out of Night of Honor with the Noble Championship. And those fucking cunts even had the gall to STEAL the tag team championship in the final of Collision Course. How could I let that happen? On ANY fucking day, you could ask a blind man to decide who is better out of Pyro and me, and he would point in my direction. The fact that we live in a world where Pyro is double champion is DISGUSTING. I am sure Pyro is smug about what transpired at Night of Honor. It followed the Christian DeMarco script to perfection. He got what he wanted. Pyro FLUKED his way to a victory at Night of Honor. I won’t see it as ANY other way. It was a fluke. It was a MISTAKE! I don’t CARE if he walked out with the belt-- That was NOT supposed to happen. That felt wrong. The world has been talking about this mistake! And I have to suffer because of it. I have to sit here and live in a world where the BETTER MAN LOSSES! Are the people watching Project Honor blind? Do they not see that there was a robbery that took place at Night of Honor? Why is Pyro being hailed as a fucking champion when he didn’t even DESERVE to be in that match. He was HANDED an opportunity over a stupid fucking match and then he was FLUKED a way to victory. You can call me a sore loser, but my superiority was UNDENIABLE! What do I get for that? A chance to fix the mistakes of what happened at Night of Honor and bring some balance in this world? Fuck no. I have been paired with a fucking moron who struggles to form one coherent sentence without fumbling it all over! While Pyro gets to celebrate the spoils of his fluke victory. It wouldn’t hurt as much if the better man won. But Pyro WASN’T the better man that night. He is NEVER the better man in this conversation and YET he gets to celebrate a victory that should have been MINE! MINE HANA! THEY ROBBED ME! THEY RUINED MY MOMENT BECAUSE OF A GRUDGE! BECAUSE THEY DON’T WANT SOMEONE LIKE ME TO HOLD THEIR BELT HOSTAGE. I did not fail that night. No! When I am wrong, I will be the bigger man and take the loss on my chin. BUT NOT THAT NIGHT! FUCK THAT SHIT!”
Havoc punches the wall in frustration as we see a bloody imprint left in its wake. It seems like Havoc had been taking the loss hard on himself. Hana rushes to check on his hands, seeing his knuckles shattered into a bloody mess. She quickly makes her way to grab a towel to wipe the blood off his hands.
“I don’t need that shit, Hana. Let me be. I have to get it out of my system no matter what it takes or what it does to my body. I haven’t felt good about what happened for a LONG ass time and I started off by blaming myself but that was pointless! There were no holes in my game but there were landmines been placed for me to step on and FAIL. They wanted me to fail, Hana. What do I do now? Just pretend that none of that ever happened. Just move on, as people suggest. It’s not easy to look past a tragedy and that Noble Championship has undergone major tragedy at Night of Honor. How did it go from the capable hands of Jason Long to a dimwit pyromaniacal cunt! The Noble championship’s legacy is ruined. It has been tarnished and perhaps beyond repair. Despite all of that, what am I supposed to fucking say? Should I just sit there and pretend that this company isn’t the most corrupted it has ever been? Not only was I not given reparations for what I deserve-- I’ve been left to SUFFER in a nonsensical tag team match that nobody will fucking remember minutes after it is done. And I am not alone in that boat. I see somebody worth talking about in my opposition. Graham Baker and I have been given the task to carry the lifeless carcass of Switchblxde and Angel Caito to a somewhat decent matchup. Switchblxde and Caito are so uninspiring that it makes me want to puke my guts out to avoid going into this matchup. Why am I being handed a deadweight after I already carried one to the Noble Championship? I am not a star-making factory and they’re not going to leverage my name for these STUPID fucking matches. What is my story, Hana? I had A FUCKING NOVEL in mind with Jason Long after everything we had gone through and yet I have been handed blank pages with no name fucking imbeciles either tagging with me or against me. I always said that Project Honor has disrespected me but for once I gave them the benefit of doubt-- And look what happens! Pyro gets to RUIN a championship belt and sit on a fucking throne that belonged to ME! I bet your fucking ass if I had walked away with that belt, Fallout XIII would have had a six-man challenge for my championship with Elena Dedraca possibly looking for another accolade to feed her already inflated ego. Or perhaps it’d be Jason Long given a chance at redeeming himself after failing at Night of Honor. Cause double championships seem to be the TREND in this company. A fucking moronic bastard in Pyro gets to cash in the championship bonus TWICE and that is a fucking SHAME! How can ANYBODY take Project Honor seriously after that!? Or perhaps they’d fucking hire somebody to bootlick their asses and tell them they’re doing a good job. I would say that but Christian DeMarco’s team fell flat on their ass at Night of Honor. Fallout is clearly making the wrong choices if they have that fucking asshole in charge.”
Hana attends to his wounds as Havoc watches on in patience. She tapes up his fist and grabs him by the shoulder.
“Chris. You have to snap out of it. Overthinking about it won’t help you either. Who cares what kind of a match you’re forced to be part of. I know what you’re capable of. You need to find your will to fight. I can’t see you in pain like this. Over a stupid fucking piece of gold. You will get another chance, Chris. You will have an opportunity to right the wrongs. And I am sure this time around, you won’t let them get away with it. You won’t drop the ball. But being miserable like this isn’t going to help you. It will only make you feel worse than you’re already feeling. Channel your emotions into what you NEED to do next. You’re disappointed and I get that. But you need to use that hatred of yours and funnel it out of those fists. Destroy your opposition, Chris. You and Havoc are one now. There is no reason of holding back. Even though Night of Honor wasn’t your night, there is nothing to say that every fucking show going forward won’t be your night. You’re one of the best that I know, Chris. There is nobody who can stop you if you put your mind to it. All this time, you have been jaded. Havoc has been engrossed with getting revenge on Jason Long while you’ve been doing your best to reject him. You and Havoc have not looked eye to eye for YEARS. Just one match wouldn’t fix all the years of pain and suffering that you underwent at his hands. There is synergy between the two of you but it hasn’t been perfected yet. You’re WAY too emotional and Havoc is a bit too irrational. One wants to think with their head while the other has their heart in their sleeve at any given time. You have to find the right balance, Chris. You have to work with him. I was able to do it then so can you! Havoc is a power that you possess but haven’t mastered yet. This union will bear fruits and I know that! Its wrestling skill meets unmatched strength and aggression. How can that NOT work? You need to get out of the gutter, right now! Think about what’s ahead of you, Chris. Beating yourself over it is NOT worth your time. If they didn’t see what you KNOW to be the truth, then make it undeniable. Leave them NO CHOICE but to acknowledge you. Force their hand, Chris. Destroy them all.”
Hana declared nonchalantly as Havoc’s influence had found its way into the once innocent girl. She recognized Havoc’s worth at Boiling Point when she used its power to win the Athena’s Cup in OWA.
“I won’t let Project Honor win. I won’t let them destroy the movement I started over a stupid fucking loss. OWA tried to trifle his movement before but Havoc did not let that hold him back. Wrestleworld tried to kill him and yet he was reborn out of the ashes stronger than ever. It’s natural for the same to happen in Project Honor. Havoc may not be champion right now. But soon enough, WE will find a way. One by one, I will tear the fucking limbs off these so-called representatives of the company. And at the end of it all, they won’t have a choice but to pick me. They won’t have a choice but to put me on their posters. They won’t have a fucking choice but to PERSONALLY place that crown over my head. You’re right, Hana. I should be channeling the emotions that I feel right now… The feeling of disappointment is gone now. All I feel is anger. Is hatred for what they did. I will NOT be stopped now. Not EVER. Pyro may have gotten the momentary victory and played foul to the plans that I had set into play. But those will come to fruition. The seeds have been sown without their notice. Havoc will bounce back and reach heights like NEVER before. Maybe I need to thank them. Maybe I had become complacent over my time winning everywhere I went. These losses have lit something inside of me. I needed Project Honor to put me down-- I will not be comfortable with being great. I HAVE to be the fucking best and I will KILL anybody who comes in my way. Whether that be a guy in a suit and tie or a bad motherfucker like Graham Baker. The circumstances aren’t exactly as I hoped for them to be. I know Baker very well and I am aware of what he’s capable of. That sick motherfucker would do ANYTHING to win and I respect that. I have been waiting to cross paths with the Gaijin Ace. But this motherfucker always had luck behind him. Our paths would always diverge just as we were about to collide. Not this time. I am going to stomp his fucking head to a pulp. I want to bathe in his blood and wash away my wounds and this foul stench left at the hands of Pyro. I am going to crawl out of the gutter that Project Honor has placed me in and RISE TO THE FUCKING TOP! And I don’t care whose blood gets spilled and heads get trampled. Angelo Caito is a stupid motherfucker but even he knows that he doesn’t stand a chance against me. And Baker? I want him to be at his worst. I NEED him to fucking kick my head off but unlike any other cunt that he has faced before-- I will stand back up and fucking squish his fucking head with my hands if I have to.”
Hana has a smug expression on her face knowing that the aggression of Havoc has sparked even brighter flames inside of him. His thirst to succeed and put his movement and people at the forefront of Project Honor has become his one true goal. Havoc wasn’t simply motivated. He was out for blood. He was ready to be the executioner and the mortician.
“It’s a shame that I let them push me so far down into the ditch. I am not trying to climb my way out of it. I want to dig a fucking grave and make every SINGLE one of these motherfuckers join me in purgatory. My suffering has been long televised on Fallout and I have had enough. No more pushing around. No more letting undeserving fucking cunts ahead of me. I am no longer playing the role of a messiah to these ungrateful fucks. We have gone past that point. I am here to MURDER these fucking fools and eat their fucking insides for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Project Honor will be brought down to its knees and made to fucking REALIZE that they messed up beyond a doubt. They should have let me reign free when they had a chance. Now, tyranny shall ensue on Fallout. If they want to kill me, they’d have to try harder than that. Because I am taking every fucking soul in that locker room down to hell with me. They will serve as my personal servants in the Kingdom that I built. They will PRAY to me for this day going forward, I am their God. I am their maker. I am their end all be all. Every motherfucker dies. THE MESSIAH IS DEAD! THE NIGHTMARE KING SHALL SIT UPON HIS THRONE AND CHERISH UPON THE FUCKING MISERY OF THESE CUNTS!! I promised before that anybody that would take my hand wouldn’t walk alone… But it’s far too late for that. Nobody gave me their hand. Nobody showed their interest to be on the right side of history. That is fine by me. They will ATONE for their fucking sins while I FEAST ON THEIR SOUL! Angelo Caito. Graham Baker. You’re FUCKED!”
Havoc’s eyes glow in bright red as Hana watches on with a devious smirk on her face.
