Post by Havoc on Oct 26, 2021 22:26:18 GMT -5
“It’s funny how time works, isn’t it? Six months ago, you and I were one. RULING over the world of wrestling. We were destined to bring about a change in this world that would shape it for future generations to come. That was possible because of our UNITY. The Ashes of the Wake was the greatest force of nature in the world… And then everything fell apart. The Prince had decided that he had gotten too big for his shoes. He wanted a crown that fit his big head and be hailed as a King! Perhaps, that was the right thing to do. After all, the Prince was destined to take over. That’s what I always wanted! But you didn’t carry forward our legacy-- You spat on its existence and crushed it under your foot… To this day, I always think about the ‘what if’-- What if you had never done that? Where would we be today? This COULD have been your reality, Jason Long.”
As the familiar voice echoes in the background, a scene begins to formulate before our very eyes. While the setting seems familiar, it seems almost unfathomable to where they had arrived. Final Destination III. OWA’s biggest show of the year. An event etched in history as the day The Ashes came to fall-- Main Evented by Havoc defending the OWA World Championship against Jeff X and Arata Asakura. We see a fallen Arata Asakura out on the floor as Jeff X sizes up to the champion. Havoc calls upon the legion of his followers to take down the entire OWA Locker room that had gathered around to witness the fall of Havoc. We were moments away from witnessing the greatest betrayal known to mankind. Far triumphing that of Judas Iscariot or Marcus Brutus. Jason Long, or then known as Maverick, steps into the frame and grabs the steel chair out of the hands of his leader-- Right as Havoc was about to seal the deal on this competition and retain his championship.
Right as Jason grabs the steel chair, as time itself comes to a halt. Another splitting image of Havoc walks into the frame-- The same Havoc we see in Project Honor. Havoc from the current day. He has a look of disappointment on his face as he gently runs his hand down Jason’s cheek before grabbing the chair out of his hand and placing it into the grip of his former self. With a snap of his finger, time continues on as we see a confused Maverick standing on the apron without the chair in hand. Havoc goes on to slam the chair across the cranium of Jeff X before lifting him up into a devastating Giga Drill Break-- The same one that put Pyro on the shelf for good. With that, Havoc goes on to cover Jeff X as Jason Long watches on.
ONE.
TWO.
THREE.
HERE’S YOUR WINNER AND STIIILLLLL THE OWA WORLD CHAMPION!!!! HAAAAAAVOOOOC!!!!
A triumphant Havoc embraces Jason Long/Maverick in victory as the rest of the Ashes join along in celebration. You can see the despair in the eyes of the OWA Locker room as they witness the fall of their self-proclaimed hero. Havoc had prevailed yet again. And this time, with his most trusted man standing along with him. Jason Long.
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The scene dissolves into the darkness yet again as we hear Havoc’s voice echo from all directions yet again.
“How difficult would that have been, Jason? To hold back. You broke us apart for NO REASON! Why? Because of this so-called abuse that I sent your way? I cared about you, Jason. I treated you like my own brother. Even before you plotted to betray me with Abholos, I was standing by your side knowing that our bond was stronger than some careless whispers. You were the Prince that was promised, Jason. The one who was to carry out my legacy. AND YET YOU FAILED ME! You think that you were ready to take over but it is clear from what we came to see-- That you were not! You dropped every mention of your former existence to take on this new identity-- This supposed REAL you that you were hiding all along even when we stood together. Maverick was dead and out came from the ashes, Jason Long. The Self Proclaimed King had arrived.”
We see glimpses of what happened to Jason Long after his betrayal. His continued fights against the Black Sun. His eventual ascension as the OWA Spartan’s Champion, Project Honor Prime Champion-- And eventually a Noble Champion. All great things-- Until they all fell apart. Jason was stabbed at Fallout DBD by Redd, who would later reveal to be Arik Holt. The love of his life would fall victim to the hands of Arik while Jason could not ascend to the level that he already claimed to be. He could not beat Elena DeDraca as now his fate stares him in the eye. Jason Long holds on to the Prime Championship with his dear life.
“Savannah has fallen victim to the demons of her own past. Persephone has found her yet again and I see a lot of development inside of her. I see the pain pouring out of her and you couldn’t do a thing about it. Your love has fallen into the depths of hell and you stand here all alone. In possibly, the biggest battle of your career. And guess what? You have nobody but YOURSELF to blame. Not Arik Holt. Not Julius Fairweather. Not Elena DeDraca. And certainly not me. YOU DID THAT, JASON! Savannah might as well end up DEAD in a fucking ditch because of YOUR decisions! And it all stems back to the day that you decided that you were man enough to stand for your own. That you were BETTER than our union. You were BETTER than the movement that we started TOGETHER! You wanted to be your own man, Jason Long! But your hubris has led to everything in your life falling apart. And during these dark times, I could have guided you out of it for I am forever shrouded in darkness. I know through these depths of pain better than anybody else! You KNOW my story, Jason. You know what I underwent to get to my position and yet you did to me what EVERYBODY else had done before. You let your GREED overtake you. You let your PRIDE consume you. You let your LUST for gold overcome you. And while that gave you the power to momentarily get what you always wanted-- But that’s what happens when you make a deal with the devil. He ALWAYS wins. The power that you acquired came at the price of your happiness. It came at the price of EVERYTHING that you loved. And piece by piece, you will be stripped away of everything that you hold dear. Savannah. Prime Championship. Your life. EVERYTHING!”
An angered spirit of darkness is seen looming behind the image of Jason Long. Soon enough, the darkness had started to consume the image, casting an everlasting shadow on Jason’s figure.
“BUT--”
The darkness dissipates away at the sound of a flick.
We transport to a world where Jason Long never betrayed his leader. We see flashes of Jason and Havoc celebrating their success in the squared circle. We see glimpses of them capturing the Project Honor Tag Team Championship. We see a world where both Havoc and Jason Long hold on to a top prize in professional wrestling. Conquering every single promotion that they entered waving the banner of the Ashes of the Wake. An older version of Jason and Havoc are seen standing side by side, fighting till their bodies give up. And finally, we see two graves marked next to each other as people pour in to pay their tributes. Jason Long and Havoc, together even in death. A future where the Ashes burned the world to the ground and rebuilt it back up. A world with true equality amongst all people. A world not powered by money or greed. But cracks begin appearing over the screen as this Utopian future smashes into tiny pieces. We are brought back to reality by the voice of Havoc.
“You see that, Jason? A better future! Not this fucking shithole that we live in. All of this could have been made into reality... If only you never snatched that chair out of my hand. If only you continued to show your allegiance to the Ashes and the movement. If only you continued to share the vision for the world that we crafted together! You could be standing there in the face of darkness with the Nightmare King standing by your side. Savannah could have avoided another fateful encounter with Persephone. Arik Holt could have been stopped before his power grew within the company. And you-- Jason. YOU could have been standing here as the UNIFIED Legacy and Prime Champion. This power that you crave-- Let’s not forget who GAVE you the first taste of it. I nurtured you into this fighting machine that you have become. Combined with your undying resolve, it was a match made in hell. The power that you COULD have possessed would have surpassed my own but you decided to cut all ties before you reached that position. Over what? Freedom? I never forced you to join the Ashes, Jason. I may have influenced your decision but THAT decision was your own to make. In fact, I gave that same choice to plenty of other people with potential. Take Pyro for example-- I gave him a choice to join me. In exchange, I would have helped him manifest his power of destruction and take it to newer heights. Yet he chose to deny me. YOU HAD THAT CHOICE TOO, JASON! But you made the right decision. And that is evident with what would happen to Pyro. I broke his neck like a fucking twig. I could HEAR his skull shatter as I planted it onto a trash can… Where he rightfully belongs. And poof! He was gone.”
We see a wall full of images of familiar faces. Kenny Drake. Moongoose McQueen. Abholos. Tristan Killebrew. All with their faces crossed out in red. Suddenly, a new picture joins the fray as Pyro’s crossed-out face appears into view.
“And people still debate if Pyro’s victory for the Noble Championship was a fluke. It took me ONE MOVE to end it all. To take away the title that he had worked so hard for! Now having to vacate the Noble Championship as a better man in Slade Castle will take over the mantle at Bloodbath. That is the fate of a man who REFUSES to see the truth. He continued to defy me and for that, he paid the ultimate price. Pyro will NEVER be the same again. I have tamed the fire that seemed untouchable! All it took was for the TRUTH to be set free upon Project Honor. Christain DeMarco was a shitstain in this company’s legacy. He tried to hold me back while pushing on to his golden goose in Jason Long. Opportunity after Opportunity. Jason was made to look like this conquering messiah when ALL he is, is a deceitful sack of shit. It’s been long enough, hasn’t it? Do people want to know WHY I would side with Arik Holt? What was the motive behind it all? It’s simple, Jason. I had been clamoring to get my hands on you and it did irk me that Arik tried to end you before our date with destiny. But Arik isn’t like DeMarco. He saw the injustice being carried out by the management and took matters into his own hands! Arik Holt may be the head of the oppression. But we are all united by our common goal. The END of Project Honor as we know it. I do not answer to Arik and neither does he expect me to be his lapdog. There is a lot to be gained out of this union for both of us and that is where we stand. Arik Holt is an opportunist. He’s a visionary. And currently, Fallout and Project Honor in its entirety needs to be torn down and rebuilt from the ground up. Arik did not waste my time as DeMarco did. He didn’t beat around the fucking bush. I asked for Jason Long and I got it. That is all I needed.”
With that being said, a certain image appears in front of our eyes. We see Jason Long posing with the Prime Championship with Havoc holding his arm up in victory. The pride on Havoc’s face as he looks on at his brother in arms achieving greatness is evident.
“This could have been us, Jason. I always wanted you to succeed. I always wanted you to be hailed as a King. Why did you have to do it on your own? Now you’re all alone when you need somebody the most. And unfortunately, it is too late for us. It’s too late to apologize. It’s too late to make amends. I want to forgive you, Jason. Perhaps in a different timeline, I would have. After all, your success is MY success too. I molded you into the man you have become today. I taught you everything I know. I harnessed your emotions better than you ever could and brought out the TRUE side of you. That moment when you took away the chair from me wasn’t the birth of Jason Long. It had been brewing inside of you ever since you decided to join my side. I BROUGHT IT OUT OF YOU! I MADE YOU, JASON!! Instead of thanking me, you chose to bite the hand that feeds you. I won’t lie-- For a moment, I was broken. You can take pride in being the ONLY man to ever hurt me, Jason. For once, I was vulnerable. Not knowing what to do. I tried being happy about your success but seeing you stand there with a piece of gold in hand, kissing your girl while I RIPPED my hair out of the roots thinking about why you would ever betray me-- It fucking killed me, Jason! It killed me to see you happy and I hated every second of it. I hated the fact that you were doing well without me. I hated the fact that people were HAPPY about you breaking us apart. HOW COULD YOU FORGET ABOUT EVERYTHING I DID FOR YOU! I MADE YOU STRONGER! I GAVE YOU A PIECE OF MYSELF TO BRING OUT YOUR TRUE POTENTIAL! I MADE YOU, JASON LONG! I DID EVERYTHING FOR YOU AND I WAS MADE TO LOOK LIKE A DAMN FOOL! I was a fool to trust a turncoat like you. I was a fool to get invested in your betterment. And now-- I stand before you, with the unfortunate task at hand. Pyro suffered the consequences of refusing my help. You? You have committed a sin far worse than he ever did. Your fate had been sealed the moment you chose to betray me, Jason. I hope you’re happy. Maybe in another life, you will learn from your mistakes and we could be united yet again. But until then-- I have to do something I never wanted to do. You forced my hand, Jason. I have no choice left… I have to kill you, Jason Long.”
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The scene begins at an unknown cemetery as the sun dipped below the horizon, the fleeting colors of dusk began to fade away. We see a well-dressed Havoc standing over two unmarked graves with a shovel in hand. Havoc examines the area to know of the task at hand before lighting up a cigarette. He readjusts the shovel and gets to work with a look of determination on his face. He sticks the shovel into the ground, scooping out the dirt.
“I have had the misfortune of digging plenty of graves before. It’s not exactly a job that I enjoy, having done the same for people that I care about. People who I have loved. And it doesn’t get easier with time. I have been on this planet for eons but I still hate doing this every time. But as fate would have it, I have been chosen to be a gravedigger. I should probably save the emotions for the eulogy that would follow but I can’t hold on to these emotions any longer. Two incredible men were taken from this world way too soon. I happen to be very close with both of these unfortunate souls. In fact, I would call one of them my brother. So, please excuse me if I begin to choke on my words. This is the hardest thing I have to do and it pains me to do this. What do I say about the deceased? Words cannot describe how terrible I feel talking about Julius Fairweather. There were plenty of Comic Book conventions that couldn’t afford Samuel L. Jackson, that could have used his service. A tribute to a tribute act. How fitting! Julius had a lot to live for-- Like his budding wrestling career. In fact, he was a champion in his own right. Fire N Ice took over Project Honor and captured the vacant Tag Team Championships! Unfortunately, that wouldn’t last very long when Julius’s partner in crime would be indefinitely put on a vegetable rack because he became one. Crippled for life. Very unfortunate! My thoughts and condolences go out to Pyro as well, in these tough times. While he had the misfortune of being crippled, his partner suffered a fate much worse than his own. Pyro was touted out to be the next big thing in Project Honor. He bested me, of all people, to become the Noble Champion! What an incredible feat! While his contemporaries waved it off as a fluke, Pyro would go on to prove them right! That he was indeed a fluke. A brittle man that could be broken at a moment’s notice. He wasn’t built to be a champion. But I don’t blame him. Not everybody is!”
Havoc stubs his cigarette before continuing with the digging.
“That ended up putting a lot of pressure on Julius. While he had proven to be capable of handling such situations, things had changed! The landscape of Project Honor had been painted in the colors of the True Society. A group of like-minded individuals, hell-bent on leaving a path of destruction in their wake. Pariahs of the society were treated as monsters by the management that came prior to this wonderful awakening. True Society was labeled as a menace to the workings of Project Honor but they were far from that! They were here to fix the company. To make things right. Julius just happened to be at the wrong place and at the wrong time. Not only did he have his hands full against a pair of bad motherfuckers like Graham Baker and Lesley Adora-- but he had an opportunity of a lifetime mixed in with all the added pressure. But let’s not take away anything from Julius. He fought a great fight and showed the world that he deserved the respect that he got. But the True Society just proved to be TOO REAL for him to handle. The harshness of this world isn’t for everybody. People have broken down and been torn into pieces by simply staring at the TRUTH! Not everybody is equipped to handle it and unfortunately for Julius-- He couldn’t handle the burden of responsibility that he felt and he crumbled under the pressure. He wanted to bring justice to the men that destroyed his partner in a single swoop. But he bit off WAY MORE than he could ever chew. It was a miracle that Julius would even make it out of his first match with the True Society-- But his body would reach its limit towards the end. He would be tortured, victimized, for even DARING to fight the unknown. But he need not worry for I will continue to keep his memories alive till the day I die. After all, I am the one who made him meet his maker. And why wouldn’t I do that? Julius had been a thorn in my path ever since I stepped foot in the company. He had constantly belittled me throughout every corner-- every step. Why wouldn’t I want to bathe in his blood? Why would I let him make a mockery out of me once again?! Julius took pride in his skill and what good that it brought him? He couldn’t even save his friend. Pyro is DEAD for all we care. He will NEVER wrestle again! And Julius just stood there watching helplessly as Pyro’s neck folded in half. And guess how long it took me? One fucking second.”
The change in tone of Havoc was terrifying. His anger was emanating through his figure as he took it out on the ground below him. Scooping out the dirt with vigor, Havoc picked up the pace.
“When you push the buttons of the devil, don’t be surprised that he finally responded. This is what you wanted, right? You wanted the best out of me... Look what that brought you! I am going to be burying you six feet under but I am reconsidering even showing you that courtesy. Why should I? You are everything that I hate about Project Honor. A loudmouth motherfucker who thinks he’s better than he really is. You have been trying to piss me off and guess what? You succeeded Julius! I FUCKING HATE YOU! I let you get away with your fucking antics in the past but as fate would have it, your path crosses against me at a wrong fucking time. I am not in the mood to play your games anymore, Julius. I gave Project Honor a chance to respect what I had built over my time in wrestling. But people like you undermined me-- You joked about my existence. Somehow, you got away with it too! For far too long, that is. Pyro was hailed as this monster among men, that you had somehow befriended. And look what happened to him!? Honestly put, I was more disappointed in Pyro than hating him. He beat me for the Noble Championship only to get fucking folded in a second. And now that belt is vacant again-- How disrespectful! Not only to the belt but to me! If he didn’t fluke his way to victory, why did he fucking break in a second!! ANSWER ME, JULIUS! I couldn’t even toy with his broken body because of the mess that it left. I did that to a person I was willing to give a second chance to. A person who I wanted to join my side, in fact. Now, imagine what I would do to somebody who I hate. Julius, it would be a MIRACLE if you last longer than Pyro did. But I won’t be sending you to join your partner-- No. This grave has been marked with your name. After Bloodbath, I will personally put you in your place. This is where your journey ends, Julius! Bloodbath isn’t just a namesake. No! The bloodbath that awaits you will be the most beautiful that the world has seen. Maybe, I will try putting it in the words you’d understand. Think of this as Sam Jackson from Deep Blue Sea, Kingsmen and Goodfellas combined.”
He almost lets out a smirk but holds back on it. Havoc finishes digging the first grave as he walks towards the gravestone. He sits down right by it and takes out a knife. Cutting a slit in his finger, Havoc uses his own blood to etch Julius’s name onto the gravestone.
“Julius, you can loosely claim that the wrestling ring is your wheelhouse-- But everything else belongs to me! And don’t you dare even bring up that stupid fucking Dead By Daylight match which was a complete antithesis of my character. I would NEVER escape from anybody-- Especially Jason Long. That motel parking lot is about to be painted in your fucking blood, Julius. We’re going to turn it into a set straight out of an Alec Baldwin movie. I am going to drag your unconscious body along the concrete floor and stomp your fucking head until it's mush. It’s funny because you actually earned the opportunity to contest for the Prime Championship-- But I got my way right into the title picture. While you could bitch about that, consider that as reparations for Pyro being shot into the Noble title match while I had to defend my contendership TWICE! I am sure you didn’t voice your concerns back then. Consider this as Arik’s way of making things right. I am not out for blood, Julius. I tried that and it only bit me in the back. I am out for fucking vengeance. I am out for your soul! I do not want to reprimand you for what you did. I want to END you, Julius. The True Society has finally made things right and I am going to be at the forefront of the change coming Fallout’s way. If I am to become Prime Champion, I cannot let you exist. I am not letting you walk out of Bloodbath-- no matter WHAT it takes. You are a threat to my reign, Julius. And so you must end here. Your chapter lasted a page longer than Pyro’s but I will make sure your grand finale isn’t as anticlimactic as his. People are going to remember you for being more than just a Samuel L. Jackson cosplay-- In fact, you are turning into a method actor for this one. We can recreate some of the gruesome deaths of your idol as your final wish.”
His blood has dried out as Julius’s name is etched onto the stone with permanence. But Havoc’s work is far from done. He glances over at the second unmarked grave, lifting himself back up and grabbing the shovel. He almost has a look of regret on his face, but he shakes it off. He continues to speak as he drives the shovel into the dirt once again.
“I may have gotten carried away, talking about my friend Julius. But I haven’t forgotten my duty-- I must continue to dig so that my brother can rest easy in the afterlife. Hell isn’t anything to mull over after all. I am speaking from personal experience. Apart from being born out of hatred in this world, I have evolved with time. I have learned the ways of mortal life on this planet. Heck, I have even learned to LOVE. While it breaks my heart, I cannot continue to lament over the loss of my brother. I would have called myself a father figure in Jason’s life but that would be heavily dating myself. Do you know how one gets attached to something you have helped grow and nurture into being what they are today? That would be an understatement to my relationship with Jason. Jason Long existed before meeting me but he FINALLY came alive under my direction. I paved the path of what success means in this world and he embarked on that journey, with me serving as his guiding light. Our bond was pure. It had meaning. So, you can imagine how hurt I am today, having to dig his grave.”
Havoc motions to wipe a tear off his cheek but there were no tears to be wiped.
“Jason and I have shared plenty of wonderful memories together. The times we fought alongside each other in depths of hell. Through thick and thin amidst the greatest war, the world of wrestling had ever seen. People don’t often talk about the twelve disciples of Jesus Christ, except for one. Great Kings have fallen before yet people bring up Caesar's name for how he met his demise. The world has a sick and twisted fascination with betrayals. And Jason Long had been a snake in the grass all along. He stabbed me in the back when I needed him the most. He thought that I would be done for. That it would be the end of me. That he would NEVER have to face the consequences, and for the longest of times-- It certainly felt like that. Jason Long had pulled off the heist of the century. He had managed to bring me down to my knees when the rest of the wrestling world FAILED to even leave a dent. The King had risen from the Ashes and taken his rightful throne! Jason Long was Prince no more! He had matured into the man that I always wanted him to be. Or so I had thought…”
Havoc slams his fist into the dirt and lets out a scream in frustration.
“I thought you were stronger than this, Jason. But week in and week out-- I look at you and I realize that a part of you died with our bond. You aren’t the Jason Long that I had promised the world! You were a shell of your former self, hoping to reach the epitome of glory that you would have reached under my guidance. It was your destiny, Jason! Imagine my shock when I saw that you didn’t even dare to challenge Arik Holt after what he did to you. You were so transfixed with a piece of gold that you forgot about being brought to the brink of death. And what did you do? You let your girlfriend suffer the consequences of your action, forcing her to draw into a dark side that had been dormant for a while. Is that how weak you are, Jason? Is a title all that you care about? Nobody can deny your position as a prolific belt collector-- But that is such a materialistic goal to fight over. What about the fucking passion that I instilled inside of you? What about your hunger to make things right in the world? What about standing up for yourself, Jason?! You have forgotten EVERYTHING that I have taught you. Is it distance yourself from your past? What are you running away from, Jason? Your past is WHAT brought you here! How could you choose to deny everything that we did together! What wounds are you trying to heal when at every step of the way you KEEP CUTTING YOURSELF OPEN! I wish I could just shake some sense into you but it’s too late for that. I lost you that day, didn’t I? People say that I controlled and manipulated you, but that would be a slap in the face of what we had built. Our bond was untouchable, Jason. I thought that our bond was FOR LIFE!! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO FLUSH IT ALL DOWN THE DRAIN?! WHY!? Why did you have to force my hand like this? I don’t want to destroy the very thing I created. I don’t want to put an end to King Jason Long. But I have to do this for your sake. You have had a troubled life, Jason. I cannot see you suffer any longer. I cannot see you turn into the very thing you hated. I don’t want you to be the manifestation of hatred! I DON’T WANT YOU TO BE ME, JASON! That is where you are headed-- You don’t deserve that. You were a good soul, Jason. You deserve to rest easy, my brother.”
Tears finally pour down his eyes as Havoc is overwhelmed with emotions. He wishes Final Destination would have never happened. He wishes Jason would have never embarked down the same path that he had taken decades ago. This constant cycle of hatred and pain had become synonymous with Havoc’s existence. And once again, he found himself at a similar crossroad.
“I wish things could have gone differently for you, Jason. Before our last dance, I must say that I am still proud of you. I am proud of your success. I am proud that you could find happiness for a fleeting moment. I am proud that you could momentarily break out of the cycle of pain and hatred, only to put yourself in a new one hand created by yourself. You hate me-- Perhaps, you don’t. You have painful memories of your days as part of the Ashes of the Wake. Perhaps, you cherish some of those memories as I did. I am happy that I could be a part of your journey. Of your life. And it saddens me beyond limits to know that I won’t get to cherish those moments ever again. That I won’t have you by my side. But I will be happy knowing that you didn’t become a cursed soul like me. I will be happy knowing that you found your way into the afterlife. I will be happy knowing that Jason Long will be a name never forgotten in the world of wrestling. We did this. We did it together. And it's poetic that it comes to an end at Bloodbath. I will be the one to destroy my own creation. No matter what, I can’t bring myself to hate you. Even after what you did. I hate that you had to end things the way you did, but you-- I just can’t do it. While my beef with Julius is over hatred -- I hope he rots in hell! My qualms with you are over something far stronger than hatred…. Love. I had loved you like a brother, Jason. I have to end you out of the love that I have for you. I have to end so that you can be the free man that you always wanted to be. I have to end your life for your sake, Jason. Because I care. Think of this as putting down your family pet who is in pain from the diseases festering inside of them. Your soul has been corrupted, Jason. That disease will spread all over your body and CONSUME you. And as your brother, I can’t let that happen. I wish I could have saved you from delving deep into the darkness that you blindly leaped into-- That’s the kind of guy you are. You walk headfirst into danger and try to figure out a way out later. This time, there was no way out of the darkness. And no matter how good it felt to finally liberate yourself from my clutches, you only made it worse for yourself.”
Having finished digging the second grave, Havoc stumbles his way to the gravestone and slits open yet another finger. Jason Long’s name gets etched into the gravestone as Havoc looks on in sorrow.
“Hey. I know I am overstepping my boundaries but I have one favor to ask you, Jason. For one last time, I want it to be like the good ol’ days. I want us to finish off Julius in unison. As our final act of togetherness-- It will be bittersweet to have one final moment as the Ashes. I never got to end Ashes on my own terms and with you being its integral member, it’s only fair that I share that moment with you. That’s all I ask for. And after that, we can walk down to the depths of hell and make sure only one of us walks out of it alive. Julius just seems to stick out like a sore thumb, even if he is a rightful challenger for your belt. He seems to be the odd man out. The third wheel. The moment I joined Project Honor, I have been asking for only one thing. And that is to have my final goodbye with you, Jason. This seems like our story to tell. This seems like a fitting end to our journey together. Julius does NOT fit in this story. It would be a shame if he were to play foil to our final moments together. I do not want him to interfere in our business. Only when he’s out of the picture can we truly come to terms with our final dance. Julius needs to die before us, Jason. Will you honor this last thing I ask of you? Or am I wrong to assume that you care about this more than anything else you have done until this moment? This is your chance of ending the chapter that continues to haunt your life. While it acts as my chance of finding closure.”
Havoc forces himself back up to his feet, surprisingly walking over to a previously unseen unmarked grave right next to Jason Long. He has a faint smirk on his face as he begins digging the third and final grave.
“You thought my job was done? There is one final grave that I must dig. It’s not for Pyro-- Or Christian DeMarco. When I stepped foot in Project Honor, there was only one goal in my mind. I was initially driven by revenge as my motive to end Jason Long. But over time, I came to accept the fact that Jason had tried to do the right thing. He wanted to move away from the endless cycle that had haunted me for eons. He wanted to be free of the pain-- Yet he found himself in worse places than before. His young body and soul weren’t ready to witness the true brutality of this world. He was scarred by his experiences and failed to get out of the hole. Darkness followed him around and you can see that with how things have transpired over the past couple of months. I knew that I had to get him out of here. I had to save the man who was desperately calling out for help but it all fell on deaf ears. My anger had subsided-- I didn’t want to enact revenge for his betrayal anymore. I wanted to save him, one last time… From himself. Even if that would be my final act in this world. It is my duty as his brother to end his suffering. And if that means, I have to strangle the life out of him… Then so be it. I am willing to fall down to any level. If that means, I end up in the grave along with these two motherfuckers-- Then that is my destiny. But I promise you, I am not going out alone. I promise you-- I will SAVE Jason Long. I will end him. I will show him that a piece of gold does not equate to peace of mind. That does mean that he will have to part ways with the Prime Championship.”
Havoc had finished digging the final grave. With a sense of duty in his mind, he walks over to the gravestone and cuts open the third finger. This time, he writes in a name that you wouldn’t expect…. “Havoc”.
“I couldn’t let Jason be buried next to that fucking ass clown. I had to fix that. Whether it be at Bloodbath or anytime in the future, I have dug my own grave. I am ready to die for my cause. I am ready to risk it all for what matters to me. Jason, no matter what happens-- I will join you sooner or later. Or perhaps we will go down the depths of hell together, united once again. That is the price I am willing to pay. That is how ready I am for Bloodbath. I will die if that is what it takes to save you, Jason. Prior to that, I will torture that annoying bitch Julius for my own pleasure. Either way, Project Honor will never be the same again after Bloodbath. We will witness the ascension of the Nightmare King onto his rightful throne-- Or we’ll end up having three body bags bring us to this very location. It’s do or die for me. I will end Jason Long even if I end up joining him in the afterlife in the process. The Prime Championship is a consequential reward for me. A reward for all of my hard work, courtesy of the True Society. I have been the uncrowned champion since the moment I stepped foot in Project Honor. Whether it be my ascension or my downfall, Bloodbath will go down in history. The final chapter in the saga of Havoc and Jason Long comes to an end… featuring a Samuel L. Jackson cameo. The world is owed a bloodbath. Trust me, we shall deliver on that. If that motel down in Las Vegas wasn’t haunted before, it’ll surely be deeply rooted in history as the place of the ‘Great Massacre’. The beginning of the True Society. The ascension of a fallen King. The death of Jason Long.”
Havoc walks out of the frame, as we see the three dug graves marked in blood for the three competitors at Bloodbath as the screen fades to black.
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“The following message is brought to you by True Society”
We see a bunch of static imagery in quick succession. From the images of the World Trade Center collapsing to natural calamities. News Stations fell into a mass hysteria during the global pandemic. The world collapsing in on itself as we see the final moments from Fallout play out once again. Arik Holt surrounded by the five masked individuals. We see one of the masked individuals lay waste to the Noble Champion, Pyro-- His neck folding like an accordion. As one after the other, the members of True Society reveal themselves.
VALKYRIE
SLADE CASTLE
LESLEY ADORA
GRAHAM BAKER
….
And finally, we see the masked identity of Pyro’s attacker. The man who put him out of commission.
HAVOC.
Arik Holt ushers in the era of the TRUE SOCIETY.
A group not bound by friendship or emotions. A group united in their one true motive. Bringing a change in the world. Bloodbath provides an opportunity for a revolution to begin. TRUE SOCIETY has been unleashed upon the world of Project Honor with no signs of stopping. Starting off their journey with an opportunity to hold all the gold. Arik Holt’s masterpiece had finally taken shape. And with Arik at the helm of Fallout, he would bring upon the much-needed change in the system that these five individuals have been clamoring for.
We see the True Society, looking menacing as ever staring right into the camera frame. Arik Holt stands at the center, taking pride in his creation. He glances over at Havoc and lets him take center stage as we see the match graphic for the Prime Championship appear on the screen.
Jason Long defends the Prime Championship against Julius Fairweather and Havoc in a Motel Parking Lot Brawl.
“True Society will take its first step at Bloodbath. A lot of people walk into this company saying that they want to bring change-- But all they do is win a couple of matches and then disappear into obscurity. If change is what we desire, it has to be done from the surface level. Starting off by holding Project Honor and their gold hostage is what will bring attention to our goal. Arik Holt, being the wise man that he is, has provided us with an opportunity that we deserve. Nay. That this COMPANY deserves. Long it has been misguided by biased judgment at the hands of Christian DeMarco and Indy Darling. All of us have one thing in common. We were pushed to our fucking limits and it’s time we retaliated. Why are the people surprised? You reap what you sow and Project Honor has been dealt its cards. Now it is time for us to bring out the TRUTH!”
Havoc laughs maniacally as we see the word Truth plastered all over the screen.
“The world will be our canvas. We will paint it the color we please and expose it for its harsh realities. I didn’t come here to be JUST another employee. I didn’t come here to satisfy the sadomasochistic kinks of the management. I am not going to put my body on the line knowing that it is solely for the entertainment of the rich. I will not be exploited for the skills that I possess. None of us will! After Baker and Adora pummel Julius down to submission and take the tag team championships, I will destroy Julius and leave his body in a worse state than this partner. Pyro is LUCKY to be on the sidelines for he dodged this bullet. He can thank me later for what I did… But Julius? He has no way to escape. He had been blinded to the truth for far too long-- Thinking that he’s skilled enough to make it in this company. And perhaps he has Christian DeMarco to blame for his misfortune. His weakness will be exposed for the world to see.”
Havoc makes a cross-hand gesture with his finger as a black cross appears over the face of Julius Fairweather on the match graphic.
“Jason Long thought that his actions had no consequences. The golden boy of Project Honor continued on the path of superstardom only to be brought back down to reality at the hands of the goth bitch. While he hangs on for dear life to that one piece of gold that remains, Jason thinks that he has what it takes to finally put a rest to the man that CREATED him. Are we to forget what Arik Holt did to him? Or what Jason Long DID NOT do in retaliation? That pussy bitch let Savannah take the fall and that is not the man that I once knew. If he thinks that I am weaker than before then he’s gravely mistaken. The only sign of weakness the world has witnessed is out of him. He’s not the King that he pretends to be. The paper crown is starting to slip off his big head. It is time Jason finds out why he’d always be the Prince as long as I am around. He’s not ready to take on that mantle. He is not fit to be a King. It seems like Jason is completely blinded to the truth. He is so far up his own ass that he refuses to acknowledge it! But worry not-- For the TRUTH shall set him free.”
Havoc crosses out Jason Long with his fingers.
“We are aware that people will try to resist change. That’s what they always do. But with the combined might of us all, they are better off accepting it or facing the consequences for their choice. I will bring the Prime Championship and take it hostage. If they want it, they’ll have to pry it out of my dead hands. I stand for change. I stand for the truth to be brought out to the world. I stand for True Society.”
Havoc lets out a smirk as the camera zooms in on his face.
“Will you?”
Fade to black
