KINGDOM COME
Nov 9, 2021 14:41:52 GMT -5
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Post by Havoc on Nov 9, 2021 14:41:52 GMT -5
An ominous tune echoes through the dark hallway, as we see a large group of people pouring in for a momentous occasion. We arrive at an abandoned church hall as a broken statue of the Lord Jesus Christ is the first thing that the camera catches. There’s a sliver of sunlight seeping through the patchy ceiling. Moss has grown all over the walls, adding to the gloomy environment. People of all genders, ages, and sizes have gathered around the premises with a look of admiration on their faces.
The camera pans around the large hall before panning to the stage. Dense fog is seen covering the stage. Suddenly, a gust of wind blows towards the staging clearing the fog to reveal a giant iron throne placed right in the center. A familiar figure can be seen seated on the throne as he comes into the view of the people gathered around. Havoc, donning his iconic face paint, proudly fashions his newly won Prime Championship. With a devilish grin on his face, he raises his hand signaling the people to settle down.
Standing beside him is his trusted follower, Jada Blaire along with his girlfriend and fellow wrestling royalty, Hana Nakajima.
“I promised the world that I would deliver on every word that I say. It’s unfortunate that I WASN’T able to keep my promise. I had dug THREE graves leading up to Bloodbath and promised two victims to be put to eternal rest on that day. Well, there’s some blame to be passed around. I went into that fight hoping to find two capable warriors ready to do ANYTHING to keep their pride intact. But Julius Fairweather BROKE like a fucking twig before I could do anything. At the slightest sign of discomfort, Julius reminded the world that he’s just a fucking tribute act at his best. He’s no warrior. He gave up and cost Jason the title. I am sure young Jason is very upset about it. How do I know that? He sent his girlfriend after me! The world knows that Savannah Sunshine takes on Jason’s fights. Jason gets nearly stabbed to death-- He sends his girlfriend to enact revenge. No surprise that she failed-- But we’ll get to that in a minute. And now that poor Jason Long has lost the Prime Championship. He went RUNNING to his girlfriend, begging her to bring out her worst and take me down on his behalf. What’s next? Is Jason going to ask her to lay on the canvas for him to bolster his ego? It’s disappointing, honestly. He promised to END me at Bloodbath. He promised to BRING the fight to me but he failed on all of that. He failed to save the precious little title reign that was he so proud of. What does he have now? NOTHING! That’s not what I wanted! I do not want to torture Jason Long and send him into a downward spiral that he can’t recover from. I wanted to end his misery right at the spot but he just made sure that his demise is prolonged over a long time. It seems like his masochistic tendencies haven’t left him. Why else would have a date a walking burden like Savannah Sunshine?”
Havoc scoffed at the remark as Hana let out a chuckle.
“She’s her bodyguard! Of course, he keeps her around. She got a demon witch stuck up her butt that pops outta nowhere. That is EXACTLY Jason’s type. After all, he chose to follow you all those months ago. He finds solace to hind behind somebody else’s inner demon than to channel his own. Jason Long is afraid of himself. I have seen that in OWA and I see it now. He is holding himself back from unleashing his true identity that you knew! You harnessed his true ability and he stabbed you in the back for it. Well, karma is a fucking bitch isn’t it?”
Hana proclaims to the amusement of the people gathered around. Jada Blaire seems annoyed by the recent surge in popularity of Hana amongst Havoc’s followers. But she holds her emotions in check, before asking the crowd to remain silent.
“I know that some of you have doubts regarding my alliance with the True Society. I hear your concerns, people! I am not the kind to follow somebody’s instructions. I am my own man and trust me, that hasn’t changed now. An alliance with Arik Holt has its benefits. When Christian DeMarco was calling the shots, I was undermined every step of the way. No matter how hard I tried, DeMarco did not let me ascend to the top. So, when I heard about a change in guard-- When I heard about Arik Holt, my hopes weren’t too high. Cause I know better. Nobody wearing a fucking suit and tie can be trusted. They BELONG to the system and they will NEVER try to change it. But then Arik brought forward an opportunity that I had been aching for. An opportunity to make things right. He let me get my hands on brother Jason Long. You remember Jason, right? He used to be the most obedient of dogs one can find. Now, he’s yapping away in blinded confidence and that irked me. He was the very reason I engaged with Project: Honor. Arik gave that to me RIGHT OFF THE BAT! I had been telling the world that Jason is a fraud! I had been telling them he CANNOT stand up to me and I proved it right! HERE IS THE FRUIT OF THIS ALLIANCE! THE TRUE SOCIETY HAS GIVEN BIRTH TO A NEW ERA IN FALLOUT! I don’t follow Arik. We-- Everybody in the True Society share the same belief. We want to see this company BURN TO THE FUCKING GROUND! We want to bring a change in this world and that is EXACTLY what all of us wanted! This is not Arik’s vision. It is OUR vision! And the True Society is the conduit to make into a reality! The proof is in the fucking pudding. The Prime Championship is MINE!”
Havoc raises the Prime Championship to an uproar from the crowd. Jada Blaire admired Havoc’s tenacity from afar while Hana got cozy with him on the throne. Sitting by his lap.
“The True Society has served its purpose from day one. The reason I joined this alliance was to get my hands on Jason Long and in turn, get that Prime Championship off his waist. And I succeeded at that! And look now! The people are actually paying attention to what I have to say. They are REALIZING that everything I said since joining Project: Honor was true! Now, with Arik as a benefactor, the world is seeing me for what I am! A fucking champion! A KING! I got my crown at Bloodbath and I know that plenty will try to knock it off my cranium. But who is going to stop me? The True Society only grows STRONGER and reiterates everything that the Ashes wanted. That WE wanted. I have reached the fucking pinnacle at the first opportunity that I EARNED! Nobody can take that away from me. Not even the True Society, should they try to turn their backs on me. This alliance has brought all of us to the position that we desired. Now, I have the platform to say WHATEVER THE FUCK I want. I am THEIR Prime Champion and I will be heard! If anybody tries to undermine me, I can walk away with their prestigious piece of gold. I know that honor is important in this company. The prestige it has built over its short period of existence. They pride themselves on what they have achieved. Project: Honor won’t let their bias be a hindrance to progress, right? Arik Holt seemingly agrees with me. And that’s great! That’s all I ever wanted. A suit and tie corporate that doesn’t answer to the fucking system. He answers to US! THE PEOPLE! And your prayers have been answered! YOUR KING HAS RETURNED! I AM AT THE TOP ONCE AGAIN! With all of you AND the True Society by my side, there is no mortal being or demon capable enough to stop me.”
Havoc smirked with confidence as Hana grabbed the Prime Championship and played around with it. Jada Blaire steps forward to stop her but Havoc says otherwise. Havoc has a devious smile on his face as a brainwashed Hana Nakajima clutches on to the Prime Championship like Smeagol.
“But I sense a war brewing in the mix. There is one thing that the people hate and that is being told the TRUTH! The world has gone soft. They want to live in their personal bubbles, far away from the harsh reality that people like us have to endure on a daily basis. Worry not! Any sign of resistance against the TRUTH will be vanquished. As the Nightmare King, it is my duty to bring a dose of harsh reality into the deluded minds of the youth. I know that we will have a fair share of doubters. People who would LOVE to derail the momentum that we garnered at Bloodbath. The True Society is dripping in gold and people just cannot fathom that reality. It seems like we have retaliation at the forefront led by Jason’s bitch. It seems like a fucking family reunion up in here because Savannah has her bratty half-brother join the fight. Why would she endanger her own blood like that? Perhaps, it’s HER playing the game. Persephone Bane. After destroying Asher not too long ago, Persephone has gone forward and tried to ruin the last decent relationship she has left. Jason and Savannah have been at war on every social media website-- blaming each other for their downfall. Jason, finally growing a pair of balls, has decided to stand his own ground against the demon bitch. But is he equipped for the challenge? Time will tell. Do you know what’s funny to me? At the first instant, Savannah was ready to jump ship and ride Arik’s coattails the moment cracks started to appear between her and Jason. I told Jason but he wouldn’t listen. Savannah isn’t HIS girl. It’s simply his turn. She may live with Jason but her mind and soul belong to the streets. This is the girl he trusted his life with? Jason went out of his way to look after Savannah’s child and even take care of the family during tough times. Savannah has been a broken mess for a very long time and losing her mother isn’t helping her psyche. Persephone is out to play for a reason and eventually, she’ll take full control over her body. With Jason and Savannah drifting apart due to the mind games of Persephone, all she has left is her half-brother. Asher-- That motherfucker got his ass beat by his sister. We’ve got a fucking ARMY over here. The fuck is he about to do?”
The crowd burst into laughter as Havoc enjoys the engagement he has with his people. He is playing it up for his followers to enjoy. Havoc has them all eating out of his palm.
“I don’t care what kind of a fighter he claims to be. I made the ever-so-dominant Pyro look like a fucking bitch when I BROKE his neck before anybody could even blink. I folded him like paper and threw him into the fucking trash can where he belongs. All just to prove a point. And then we have a twisted motherfucker like Graham Baker amongst the ranks! That man would LOVE to catch a body. He prides himself on murking fools on the regular. He has been through everything and stood up once again. I saw him get buried alive with my own fucking eyes and come back with an even stronger desire to KILL. Graham Baker ain’t nobody to be fucked with. Let’s pretend for a second that you somehow go toe to toe against me and Baker-- You’ve got Lesley Adora standing at the doorstep to fuck shit up. Hell, if you get past him-- Valkyrie will shove her boot down your throat. She already showed the world that Angelo Caito AND Asher couldn’t lace her fucking boots. Let’s not forget about Slade Castle either. Motherfucker ALREADY proved to be better than Savannah when he won the Noble Championship despite her efforts at Bloodbath. AAAAND let’s fucking assume that they swallowed a bucket load of lucky charms and shat out a leprechaun giving them insane luck-- They have to stand up against Arik Holt! The man who fucking RUNS the show! Savannah might as well jump ship already because Arik Holt and the rest of the True Society are going to play this fucking company like a fiddle. None of them can stand up to us! We are fucking untouchable! They might as well give us the fucking keys to the Kingdom cause WE run this show. Fallout is MY fucking kingdom and I have the piece of gold to prove it. Nobody fucks measures to me! Not the so-called Golden boy Jason Long. Not his fucking hoe ass bitch, Savannah Sunshine. Or the demon stuck in her asshole, Persephone Bane. You CAN’T fight us. Resistance is futile! This is where you come in. I leave it to all of you to spread the word of the True Society. Tell your friends and family that didn’t gather around here. Tell anybody who will listen. And if they don’t, cut their fucking head off cause they don’t deserve to live in this society. This is the FINAL warning that the True Society will give to the people of Project: Honor. Consider me the flag bearer-- but listen carefully! You’re either with us-- or you’re fucking dead!”
Havoc gets off his iron throne as Jada Blaire walks up to him.
“Is everything okay?” She enquires as Havoc is seen breathing heavily. Hana is too busy playing with the Prime Championship to notice anything.
“Oh, it’s better than you could ever imagine. I feel the hatred that these people harbor against this world pouring into me. I feel ALIVE, Jada. The world is now coming to terms with what they have set loose. Christian DeMarco should have fired me when he had the chance. Now-- I will not stop till I make them all suffer.” Havoc smirked to himself as Jada didn’t seem convinced.
“What about him… What about Jason Long?” Jada’s curiosity enrages the Nightmare King as he grabs her by the throat and lifts her off the ground.
“Do not take his name in vain. I know what I need to do with him. The darkness is slowly catching up to him-- I need to make sure he lets it all in. The prophecy still entails him being my successor. I cannot end his life now. I need him to be ready for when the time is right. I need him to let the darkness take over.” Havoc lets Jada go as she collapses onto her knees, gasping for air.
“For that-- A sacrifice needs to be made.”
Jada mutters under her breath as a devious smile is plastered over Havoc’s face.
“I know just the girl…. Savannah Sunshine must die by his hands.”
Havoc let out a burst of demonic laughter that echoes throughout the giant hall as Jada’s pupils widen with excitement. With that, Havoc turns over to his legion of followers who are seen cheering him on.
“YES! CHEER FOR YOUR KING! For this is only the beginning. Project: Honor has finally taken a turn in the right direction. It’s on the True Society to guide into the next phase. That means anybody who stands against us needs to be destroyed. Arik always has a great idea, doesn’t he? Once again he makes the right decision of having three of his most hated detractors be the first to take the hit. Angelo Caito. That man REALLY makes me laugh. Apparently, he snuffed up some Coronavirus and had a fucking devil pop out of him. I always knew he was anti-vax by just looking at him. Coronavirus. Nanovirus. Whatever the fuck is breeding inside of him that lets him channel into the darkness-- Call me the fucking drug because I am going to pull that shit out of his throat. That fucking idiot put on a mask and didn’t cover up his nose and face. No wonder he caught the virus! Jokes aside, Angelo Caito has tried to be somebody he isn’t. He really puts in the effort to stand out from the rest but a fucking mask wouldn’t change the failure that he is. Angelo Caito is smoking some crack if he thinks he stands a chance against the True Society. The best that this company could offer as resistance is three people that can’t fucking stand each other? Even a bond of blood isn’t enough for Savannah to deal with her bratty little cunt that she calls brother. Asher is lucky to only get his face burned. Unfortunately, I have played with fire before and I wasn’t the one to get burned. I RETIRED PYRO FOR GOOD! That motherfucker loved that shit that nearly took your life. Asher is about to find out what’s hotter than the fucking flames that made his ugly mug even worse. I am about to curb stomp this bitch to the ground and rearrange his fucking face with my bare fists. If he thought an ass beating from Persephone was bad enough, then he’s got a rude awakening coming his way. Does he really think he got fight in him? Arik will make his bitch ass fight Persephone for ten weeks straight and there’s NOTHING he could do about it. The people don’t seem to realize that WE MAKE THE RULES! Not them! Savannah can air out the dirty laundry EVERY FUCKING EEK GOING FORWARD if she likes. She can face Jason Long till only one of them is left breathing. How about that? Wouldn’t y’all love to see it?”
Havoc points at the crowd and they all yell in agreement to the amusement of the Prime Champion.
“See! The people have spoken! True Society DELIVERS on what people want! They wanted a REAL fucking champion at the precipice and now they’ve got it! Savannah-- This weird love-hate relationship that you have with Arik? I don’t fucking care about that. I don’t care if Arik tells me to go easy on you or gut you alive. I am going to do what I WANT. I know you have been asking yourself if you’re the reason for all the misfortune headed in Jason’s way… YES! You’re a fucking bad news for everybody. That’s why nobody that you care about wants to stick along for the ride with you. You’re cursed! Persephone isn’t a man-eating demon slut. YOU ARE! You have been chewing away at hapless souls who let you into their lives and you RUINED THEM! That is the fucking truth that you DON’T want to face. Jason DIED for a moment because of YOU! He has NOTHING left anymore, all because of you. And now he has to deal with the fucked up head of yours and try to make sense of his relationships. You ruined an innocent man’s life. And now, you have chosen to ruin your own brother’s life by getting him involved in this shit. This fight with Arik won’t go as you expect it. And what will you do then? Ruin another man’s life who was stupid enough to let you in? What if Asher ends up in the fucking grave, eh? You’re going to let that man die for you? For YOUR problems! It’s about time you come to terms with the reality and that’s why the TRUE SOCIETY exists! YOU ARE THE FUCKING PROBLEM! Not Jason. Not Arik. NOT PERSEPHONE! NOT ANYBODY ELSE! Your fucking evil, Savannah. Persephone was attracted to you for a reason. She was born out of the fucking darkness that constantly surrounds you. And it will consume everybody and everything that you love. BOO FUCKING HOO! Cry me a river, bitch! You’re not a problem that I am willing to keep around. Too much a fucking hassle. So, like the fucking disobedient lapdog that you are-- You will have to be put down for good. I remember Persephone from her OWA days. I remember everything that she promised to be… AND WHAT A FUCKING LETDOWN THAT WAS! I won’t fall for that shit again. Jason can thank me for saving his ass again but I am getting rid of his fucking problem. Whether Arik likes it or not.”
Havoc playfully runs his finger down Hana’s face. With a simple touch from the Nightmare King, Hana’s eyes begin to turn crimson red. With a smirk on his face, Havoc tightly embraces Nakajima while Jada Blaire watches on in jealousy. Havoc grabs a hold of the Prime Championship and drapes it over his shoulder before standing up with Hana in his arms.
“True Society has arrived at Project: Honor. We may have similar goals but we’re not all alike. Any loose ends will be dealt with by myself personally because I don’t want anything holding me or people back. It’s about time somebody brings about a change in this company. I will BE that change. I will be the BEACON of a better future. I will take on the fucking world by myself if I have to! But I don’t… I have got all of you with me. I’ve got my beautiful Hana with me. I’ve got the TRUE SOCIETY with me! Savannah’s bitch ass, two-face, or Angelo Cunto stand no fucking chance. THE TRUTH SHALL BE SET FREE! ALL I NEED IS FOR YOU TO STAND ALONG WITH ME! ARE YOU WITH ME?!”
Havoc exclaimed as a chorus of cheers and agreement poured in.
“THEN TAKE MY HAND…. And I promise you-- YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE!”
Havoc spread his hands wide open as Jada Blaire stared into the King’s eyes in admiration. Hana did her part of getting the followers to cheer along with her. All Havoc had to do was take it all in. The crown was his. The Kingdom awaited its ruler. The Nightmare King had ascended. True Society had ascended.
