Post by Havoc on Dec 20, 2021 22:59:44 GMT -5
Location: Unknown
“On the first day of Christmas
My good friends brought to me…”
My good friends brought to me…”
A slow yet enchanting version of the famous Christmas carol echoes in the background as the scene begins. The night is gloomy and snow is beginning to pile up to perilous levels, as seen from the windows in this small yet cozy household. There are children gathered around by the fireplace, absorbing the heat. Right around the living room, we see a large Christmas tree decorated for the upcoming occasion. Although, there are peculiar decorations on said tree. Instead of the regular Christmas décor, we see eyeballs, fingers, small pieces of bones, and flesh hanging up there instead. The camera pans back to the children as they turn their attention towards the camera. They don’t appear to be normal either. With their eyeballs rolled behind their sockets and froth in their mouth, they eerily stare down at the camera with a twisted smile on their face.
The camera quickly pans around to a rocking chair facing away from the camera with a figure sitting in waiting. As we get closer, the eerie sense of familiarity starts to settle in as we get to see Havoc, surprisingly playing the role of Santa Claus for the time being. With a fake white beard and the red suit to boot, Havoc playfully called for the children of the house to join him.
Standing next to Santa Havoc is of course his favorite helper-- being his own girlfriend, Hana Nakajima.
“The year 2021 is coming to an end and it’s that time of the year when the festivities are at an all-time high. Christmas has come knocking on the door and the Ashes of the Wake have summoned me to deliver some wonderful gifts for the children of this household. Before I listen to your demands, I must evaluate you on the basis of the year you have had. After all, we don’t reward bad people now, do we?”
With a faint smirk on his face, Havoc taps on his lap as the first kid steps out of the bunch. The kid climbs up to the lap of Santa Havoc and gets comfortable.
“So, my dear child. What is your name?” Havoc enquired as the child gleefully responded.
“My name is Julius.”
“Julius? What a tacky name. But I digress! Hmm, let’s see. What did you do all year? Being a nuisance to your family. That’s not good. Letting your good friend be destroyed in front of you while you just watched. Tapping out like a little bitch… Maybe I can cut you some slack, you look about 6 years old. AH-HA! Here’s a good one! You impersonate your favorite actor to the point of stealing his identity and having nothing original to say. Well, that’s not nice either. And for some reason, I see a whole lotta mother*bleep*ers on this. You’ve got a potty mouth, don’t you Julius? Now, before I pass out my judgment, what do you have to say about yourself? What do you want from Santa?”
Young Julius pondered heavily at the question brought forward by Santa Havoc before shaking his head in confusion.
“I am not too sure! It’s almost like I want everything. All the fun stuff you have to offer. Whether that be a piece of gold or two! I want them all! Even if I have no real friends to account for, I can rely on a piece of gold to make me feel better about myself. Right? Losing everybody that I should have cared about while the world around me collapses isn’t technically MY fault, right Santa? I am still a good boy!”
Young Julius replied with enthusiasm to the disappointment of Havoc.
“You and I both know what the answer to that question is. What about your friend? The guy who liked playing with fire. You could have helped him right? Then why didn’t you? Or what about that guy Jason that you would turn on in a heartbeat given the chance. It really seems like you can’t be trusted. I heard that you joined a band in school… How is that turning out for you? Apparently, they really suck at music. To the point, they’d hire a crazy man with a mask because they were falling short in numbers. What a crazy bunch! Either way, I am not happy with you Julius. The way you’re demanding all of these gifts makes me think that you’re a greedy little guy, aren’t you? You want the whole world for yourself. You want to be the focus of everybody’s talk. You want to be FAMOUS like your idol. Or whoever you model your life after. The point is, I am not seeing whole lotta originality from you. I am not seeing dedication. I am not seeing loyalty. All I see is a no-good two-face c*bleep*nt. Apologies for the verbiage. Unfortunately, it doesn’t look good for you Julius. Santa has no gifts for you this year. Not until you put a check on your behavior. You have disappointed me. Now leave my sight and NEVER show me your face again.”
Julius hops out of the lap of Santa with tears rolling down his face. The other children now look hesitant to step up. Moments pass, as one girl decides to be brave and try her luck.
“Ah. A brave child in the mix. Please, be my guest.”
The girl hops onto Santa’s lap and whispers something into his ear. Havoc nods in acknowledgment.
“And what is your name, young one?”
He enquired as the girl replied with confidence.
“Oh-- You don’t know me? ME?! Everybody here knows my name. Like all of them. How disrespectful of you, Santa. The people here call me Dru. Now apologize for not knowing who I am. DO IT!”
Havoc looks at the kid’s face with a look of disgust. He shakes his head vigorously, showing his disappointment for what just happened.
“I tried to look into my-- database, sure why not. Let’s call it that. I really couldn’t find anything about you. You said that everybody here knew you but I asked young Julius earlier and he had no clue about your existence. Is all of this supposed to be common knowledge? Dru, you’re sounding really arrogant right now. If I was your father, I’d definitely be grounding you. But seeing how you’ve turned out this early on, I am guessing you’re a walking example of daddy issues. But hey, everybody deserves a chance! So, what do you want this year Dru? A new doll? The latest iPhone for the million camera filters it comes preloaded with so that you can catfish men when you grow up? What’s your wish?”
The considerate Havoc gave Dru a chance to think it over but Dru was ahead of the curve. She had an answer prepared.
“Firstly, you shall refer to me as QUEEN Dru going forward. Add Queen badass Drakon Dru. Yeah, that has a nice ring to it. You’ll treat me with the respect I deserve-- FOR I AM THE QUEEN! I AM THE BEST! You will kiss my feet-- Actually, never mind that’d be illegal. No! I got it! You will give me the biggest piece of gold that you have. You will melt it and carve the most beautiful crown that you have ever seen and place it over my godsdamned head.”
Dru responded as Hana buried her face into her hands from the cringe that just came out of the mouth of that young lady. Havoc starts saying something but stops himself. He rolls his eyes before continuing.
“Listen to me you little sh*bleep*t. Nobody in this fu*bleep*ing house gives a rat’s ASS about who you are. You entitled little brat! Do you think you can just walk into somebody’s house and demand them to give you the keys to the kingdom and they’ll respond in kind? They’re gonna fu*bleep*ing shoot your ass and send your rotting corpse to the garbage dispensary you belong in. No! No! Hana, let me talk! Who does this bit*bleep*h think she is? She expects to boss me around and take it lightly? I take time out of my day to talk to these little pieces of sh*bleep*t and this is what I get?! Your father clearly never loved you, Dru! Or maybe he never had the patience to deal with your sh*bleep*t. And why the hell do you sound like a fifty-year-old woman in a young body. It’s like you’re trying to sound cool but everything you say makes me want to puke. You’re the queen of nothing. Nobody cares about your reputation elsewhere. Nobody cares about how many Twitter followers you have. You’re not getting anything for Christmas! YOU HEARD ME! As a matter of fact, NONE of you are. That’s right!”
Havoc rips off the fake beard to the dismay of the young children gathered around.
“All of this was FAKE! None of you deserve any gifts. None of you deserve to be treated well. In fact, I am going to beat the living shit out of ALL of you! Guess, I don’t have to censor myself anymore. You entitled pieces of shit always come around knocking during the festive seasons demanding things that you NEVER deserve. As you can see, SANTA ISN’T REAL! He’s a figment of your imagination, hoping to get validation for something ‘good’ that you did in the year. But what about the terrible things that you commit every SINGLE day? Who is keeping a track of all of that? All the fucking gluttony. The fake bravado. The jealousy that radiates from every human being on this planet. Everybody HATES to be the onlooker of a success story. They dream for it to be THEIR life. They would do ANYTHING to take their place. Even start living in this FANTASY world of theirs were something like this would be a possibility. So much so, that they start believing in their own lies that continue to FUEL their delusions. That’s what today’s society suffers from. We tell these children that Santa is real. That they should be good or else they won’t be rewarded. Who gives a fuck about that?! That’s not positive affirmation-- Because nobody is ACTUALLY tracking what these little shits are doing. What you should be teaching them are the values that every human being should have. Loyalty. Respect. Hustle. Wait, I think I got the order wrong. Anyway, the point I am making is-- Today’s world is hellbent on the result that they forget about the journey that it took to get there. They want to bear the fruits without putting in the time or the effort. And that’s what we wanted to change. These mindless fucks need to know that everything they have been told as a child is a LIE! A GOD DAMN LIE! Nobody prepares these little shits for the real world, but I will. Kids like Julius and Dru are so far gone into the world of their own creation, that they have forgotten about the reality that we live in. I need to show them the truth.”
Havoc’s anger was reaching a boiling point as the paint starts to appear over his skin. The children begin to scatter around the house in fear as the burning desire in the eyes of Havoc starts to engulf the house in its flames.
As the fire takes out the house along with the people inside of it, Havoc looks on, unscathed. Hana joins him by his side as the scene mystically changes around them. All we see is an empty hall with a throne placed in the center. The word “Prime” is engraved on it, as Havoc takes a step towards his deserved place with the love of his life beside him. And surprisingly enough, the Golden Dragon, Arata Asakura is lurking in the shadows.
“What are you doing here?”
Havoc asked as Arata scoffs at the statement.
“Oh, Hana didn’t tell you? I was here to admire the visions that you project onto the world. This Christmas one was really good. Had me on the edge of my seat!”
Arata replied with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
“That’s real funny, Arata. But the last I remember, you refused my offer to join me in the True Society...”
Before Havoc could finish, Arata raises his hand in protest.
“Why would I join the True Society? What do they have to offer me? A title match? Well, I already have that. In fact, I will be ending this year as the Grand Champion when I best your former rival, Ozymandias. So-- It’s clear I don’t need management help to get there.”
Arata smirks after passing that comment, knowing full well he was rubbing Havoc the wrong way.
“I would grab you by your throat and rip your fucking head off but I respect the partnership that we had in the past. So, you get this ONE chance of walking away right now before I take your life and your chances of becoming champion away from you.”
Havoc threatened Arata but the Golden Dragon didn’t seem bothered by it at all.
“Oh, isn’t it typical for you to threaten my life over banter? I am just fucking with you! Besides, you already took away my chances of becoming champion earlier when you got pinned in the finals of Collision Course for the Tag Team Championships.”
Havoc steps up to Arata, only to be held back by his girlfriend. Hana Nakajima owed a lot of her success to the teachings of her sensei, Arata. In fact, Shinigami no Tensei became a possibility because of the common connection of Hana. She hates when the two important men in her life fight each other and wants to stop it every time they come to trading blows.
“You’re lucky Hana is here. But I still don’t get why you’re here. Are you just trying to belittle me in front of her knowing full well that I wouldn’t try to go against her word? Is this a joke to you?”
Havoc questioned as Arata responded with a smile on his face.
“That’s not why I am here. I know you’re familiar with Ozymandias and there were things I would like to know about him that you may know the answers to. Of course, I don’t expect you to help me for free. Perhaps, I have come here to bargain. You’ve got a Prime Championship to defend at Wired Consequences-- I can help you with that.”
Arata makes an offer, hoping to be in the best interest of the Prime Champion but Havoc does not respond in kind.
“And why would you think that I need your help?”
“I don’t know-- It seems like you have gotten a little complacent ever since you’ve signed up for this True Society thing. Firstly, I didn’t expect you to do somebody else’s bidding. That’s not your style, is it? Do you like having to answer to that bald freak for everything?”
Arata tries to create fiction within the Society with his words alone.
“Just because you refused to join me, doesn’t mean it gives you the right to lecture me on my life decisions. My reason to join True Society was in MY best interest and nobody else. I do NOT answer to anybody. Arik and I have an understanding of what is expected of the Society and I make sure that we deliver on every promise made in my presence. We have shared goals that we’re tackling together as a unit. Don’t overthink it. Your words don’t phase me, Arata. I am aware that the entirety of Project: Honor wants us gone. Perhaps, you have joined the opposition and now trying to sway me with your poetic words. Your words are sharp as knives and you’re handling them rather well. But these knives don’t pose any danger to a man like me. You can try to cut deep with these remarks but they’re not going to work. True Society is MINE as much as it is Arik’s. The same goes for EVERYBODY in the group. None of us had the intention of being Arik’s lapdog. Well, almost everybody.”
Arata’s ears stand up after hearing the last statement. He notices some cracks forming in the alliance and wants to jump in on the fact.
“Aha! So you DON’T like everybody in it. I know Graham Baker is a tough SOB. Syndicate and Slade are doing well enough with the belts they’ve got. Valkyrie too I guess though she’s rather annoying. But the rest? They don’t mean anything to you, do they?”
Arata had a devious smirk on his face as he patiently waited for the cracks to expand and explode over.
“Tell me this-- Are the soldiers of the Golden Dawn important to you? Well, the same can apply to the True Society as well. After all, if we didn’t have strength in numbers, the rest of the company would waste no time in aligning amongst each other to usurp us out of our positions of power. But with the inflated numbers, they’d have to think before they do anything. The rest of the True Society is nothing but soldiers in war. They’re expendable to me as long as they serve their purpose. Although, I have noticed a sense of favoritism floating around the walls of True Society. It seems like Arik has a soft spot for Druscilla. He keeps pushing her into the limelight, even going so far as to hand the opportunity earned by Valkyrie to her. And for what? Popping her butt on Twitter for down bad wrestlers with nothing better to do in life? What makes Druscilla so special. And before you interject me, Arata, let me make it clear that I did try to keep things civil with that woman. I tried to be the bigger man, as a King would, letting her have a chance in the spotlight. I was being polite and respectful but that bitch came out with her dick swinging. We had our exchange over the internet and the world can see that I got the last laugh. Druscilla tried to portray me as a nobody… The nobody who holds the most important championship in the company. No offense to Syndicate, but the moment I got a hold of a championship, it simply became the most important title in the company. Because there is NOBODY better than me. Druscilla seemed to differ, though. At first, I found her ignorance amusing. So-- This bitch walks into MY company and acts all high and mighty over a reputation she may or may not have built elsewhere. THE DRAKON DEMANDS RESPECT-- Fuck no! What has she done here to warrant such an attitude? She has been lackluster ever since stepping into the hallowed grounds of Fallout and now she’s been handed an opportunity and God knows what else she’s being ‘handed’ behind private doors. Arik must have SOME reason to like her or perhaps his reasoning about giving Robi a break was genuine. Maybe he had Valkyrie’s best interest in mind and didn’t want two champions under the brand of True Society to be squandering against each other. Or perhaps, he thinks that Druscilla is an easier fight for me. There might be some merit to ALL of those things.”
Havoc spoke on the matter of Druscilla getting preferential treatment over others and Arata’s mouth was practically frothing over the potential drama that could spout out of this situation.
“You can wipe that smile off your face, Arata. Despite all of that, I do respect where Druscilla stands in the True Society. What I DON’T like is that she’s forgetting her place… At the bottom of the totem pole. If there was a hierarchy, I’d be King and she’d be my subject. The fact that she was STUPID enough to ask me WHO I was made me think that Druscilla is completely out of her mind. Imagine going to the most important champion in the company’s history and asking him what he’s doing here. I will tell you EXACTLY what I am, Dru. I was the exclamation point on the very FIRST night of True Society’s existence. I walked in and I BROKE the Noble Champion’s neck with EASE! I could have ended his life but I settled for his career as the beautiful sound of his neck snapping in half would serve as dream fuel for the rest of my life. I paved the way for Slade Castle to walk right in and CAPTURE that vacant Noble Championship. He sure can thank me for that. I brutalized Jason Long and Julius Fairweather to capture my OWN piece of Gold. You know very well where I stand about Jason. While he has his hands full against Jacob Steele, I suggested that Jason should be saved for a later date. Jason and I have A LOT to talk about and I wasn’t letting my chosen successor be brutalized this early in his reinvigoration period. I am saving Jason for a later day so he better deal with Jacob Steele or else I’d be REALLY disappointed. As for the Sawyer-- That motherfucker knew better than to get his wings cut before he could ever fly. A smart decision! Sawyer would have been chewed alive, especially after the score that I had to settle from the Purge. I don’t blame him for backing out-- I don’t blame him for faking an injury or whatever the fuck he did to get out of this. Good job! And that only leaves numbnuts and Druscilla. It’s funny because everything keeps coming back to her. I DO NOT appreciate her jumping the line to get this match. Arik promised that True Society will end the year with the Prime Championship-- but it’s clear that he misspoke. Druscilla weaved these words and presented them in a way to suggest that there was a reality where she could beat ME. NOW, you may laugh Arata. That was the funniest thing I heard all week!”
Havoc forces a laugh out of his system as Arata looks on in confusion.
“So-- What you’re telling me is that Druscilla does not belong in the True Society. That she should know her place and never cross the boundaries that have clearly been drawn at the time of True Society’s inception. A time that she wasn’t a part of. But Arik has been feeding you well, hasn’t he? He took Jason out of it-- Supposedly from your request. Jacob Steele probably wanted a piece of him anyway, so that settles that. An upstart who got an impressive pinfall over the current Prime Champion suddenly backs out of the biggest match of his budding career. That’s suspicious if you ask me. And now, supposedly a weak link from the True Society has been added instead of a champion like Valkyrie. All of this sounds very convenient, don’t you think? As an outsider, I would think that Arik was rigging the system in your favor.”
Arata stirs the pot once again but this time, Havoc responds with a devious smirk on his face.
“Good job! You figured it out! Was that supposed to be an insult? You know very well what I am capable of as a fighter. I have not only ended careers but taken lives. It feels like I am a scratched record for having to repeat myself every fucking time-- But then people like Druscilla exist who would love to downplay everything I did even if it eclipses her entire existence in a matter of seconds. An outsider WOULD think Arik is rigging the system when he’s actually FIXING it. A world where the most deserving people sit at the top. Not whatever the fuck that circlejerk with Christian DeMarco was. I am glad he’s gone and I am even happier that Rock is dead. He DESERVES to die after holding the company back ever since its inception. His actions regressed the business back by YEARS and he deserved to pay for it with blood. Why stop at two-- Whoever shot him should have emptied the entire clip into his cranium and left his head in a bloody mush. Project: Honor is better without them and True Society is the living proof of it. At this point, you could call me the measuring stick for the group because the new signees need to be good enough to be with us. While Druscilla would love to beat a dead horse and exclaim to the world how great she is-- In MY world’s context, it doesn’t mean shit. Cause those companies didn’t have ME! And it’s almost like I have been a world-beater everywhere I have been. But I wouldn’t rub that in her face because I know that it’s irrelevant to the context of Project: Honor. And luckily for me, I have something to show for. The Prime Championship should be ENOUGH reason for ANYBODY to not question my legitimacy and yet people would LOVE to try. If her creator had taken some weight out of her ass and put it in her head instead, maybe she wouldn’t be as fucking delusional as she is. To answer your question, my dear friend… Druscilla DOES have a place in True Society. She stands for the same cause and ultimately, I respect that. But the fact that she disrespected me makes it clear that her head is not in the right place. She’s out chasing glory and waiting to drape it over her godsdamned shoulders-- which frankly might be the worst choice of words uttered in humanity’s existence.”
Hana nods her head in agreement as even Arata can’t deny it.
“If anything, this is a TEST for Druscilla to not end up like Lesley Adora. If she was paying attention, but let’s be frank, she has the brain capacity of a five-year-old-- she’d be more careful to not rub the people the wrong way. I feel like it’s clear that Druscilla has no intentions of respecting the True Society bond that we share. In that case, I have no reason to hold back. If Druscilla survives, and yes it’s a matter of life and death, she can stay with the True Society. But if she’s not capable enough for the job-- If she’s weak-minded like Lesley was and is only going to hold back the True Society-- I won’t hesitate to take her life. No matter how many booty pics she posts on her Twitter, her white knights won’t be able to save her. If anything, Druscilla should be our marketing head and work on the True Society Onlyfans to generate some funding for our initiative. At least then, she’d be doing something she’s good at. Insults and wrestling aren’t on that list. Can you believe it, Arata? She asked me on Twitter to kiss her ring after she beats me. The gall on that bitch to think that I’d ever fall down to that level. Druscilla is head over heels because of the attention she’s receiving from Arik. Her connection with Valkyrie is serving her well, to the point that I can barely differentiate between the two. They both say the same things. It’s almost like Druscilla struggles to find a personality of her own so she copied whatever Robi had and changed it up to the slightest degree. I feel the urge of toe punting that cunt till her head pops out and playing catch with it. I am a REAL fucking killer and if Druscilla had been doing her homework, she’d known better than running her mouth astray. And now, she will have to pay the price. Before I won the Prime Championship, I dug three graves. Two for my opponents and one for myself because that’s how far I was willing to go. In the end, Julius broke way earlier than I hoped for and disappointed me-- But that didn’t matter. I was champion. I still have those graves to fill. There’s one with Julius’s name still waiting for him. I will save one for Jason because he’s special to me. But for Druscilla, I wouldn’t even give her the benefit of having been buried six feet under. A shallow grave in some marshy land where NOBODY would ever find her sounds about right. Her body can rot till there’s nothing left-- Well, apart from all the plastic she has injected into her body.”
Arata wants to comment on the situation but Havoc stops him.
“You had your chance to talk, now it’s my time. As for Ozymandias, I can tell you everything I know about him. I don’t care if you beat him or vice versa. Proving Ground is a poor man’s brand anyway. The REAL action happens on Fallout, as formulated by the True Society. So you can stop with your little attempts to create any tension amongst us. True Society is fine and will be fine without Druscilla if she is to fail the test. She hasn’t faced any real challenge ever since stepping foot in the company and it’s about time somebody knocks some sense into that bitch. Maybe she’ll learn where she belongs on the proverbial ladder and wouldn’t dare to overstep her boundaries. Hey-- maybe after I retain MY Prime Championship, she’d grab me a glass of water like a gold soldier would for THEIR King. And then offer to be a stepping stool so that my feet don’t get dirty. She will climb the ranks through her good work. She will have to learn to respect the people that have come before her and not act like an entitled piece of shit. Druscilla radiates white Karen energy despite the young package she comes in-- It’s almost like she doesn’t belong in this age and society. Everything she says sounds forced and pretentious to the utmost degree. She wants to kick my ass but in reality, she’d rather just call the manager and tell him I hurt her feelings. If I cut her face off and gave it to Robi to wear, nobody would be able to tell the difference. Well, apart from the fact that Robi is actually successful. I appreciate your attempts of trying to break apart the True Society, Arata. You’d be doing Big Drip a huge favor cause they sure as shit won’t be succeeding in that. True Society will be fine after Wired Consequences. I will STILL be the Prime Champion. Druscilla would have learned her lesson and never DARE to speak up to me again. And Julius Fairweather would be dead.”
Arata steps up to Havoc as Hana rushes to step in between the two, only to be stopped by her mentor. Arata waves her off before staring into the face of the Prime Champion.
“Have it your way then. Just know, they’re not your friends. They won’t hesitate to turn on you the moment you don’t serve their purpose. What will you do then? Make excuses about how the whole world is rallying against you? On paper, it seems like an obvious win for the True Society. Julius is cornered by the two of you until he can’t fight anymore. And then perhaps, settling your differences amongst each other in the most pro-wrestling way possible. Beating the ever-living shit out of each other. But what if Druscilla was to become a turn-coat and join with the opposition? What if her greed played into the hand of the Big Drip and they take advantage of the inner turmoil brewing within the True Society, having Julius be the perfect candidate to stir shit up.”
Havoc lets Arata play his cards and applauds him for his persistence.
“That is a possibility. But I never said the True Society were my friends in any way. I don’t have any emotional connection with any of them, unlike my partnership with you my friend. I don’t care for their well-being. To me, it’s all about the ultimate goal. And that is to bring justice in this cruel world. I have enforced the will of the True Society because it aligns with what I have been fighting for. It’s no coincidence that the moment Christian DeMarco was out of the picture, I became the most important champion on Fallout. It’s a two-way street. As long as I feel that the True Society conforms to my own self-belief, I will associate myself with them. The moment I feel like they have squandered away from our objective or have their own personal agendas masked as a united goal-- I’d walk away with their lives being a distant memory. So, I am not worried about betrayal. In fact, Jason Long taught me an important lesson in trust. I won’t fall for that again. Speaking of which, Julius Fairweather finds himself in a pickle yet again. He’s got a championship of his own that he won along with Indy Darling. But somehow, Lil Petey got involved and got handed a free belt. That seems to be the trend with Lil Petey because his joke of an accomplishment that does not count is still plastered on all Project: Honor websites. If Julius were to miraculously survive yet another ass whooping from the True Society and retain the Tag Team Championships, he’d walk into another death trap set by me. While I secured the result that I desired at Bloodbath, the ending just seemed anti-climactic. I was told that Julius is a tough motherfucker but that man cracked faster than an egg on an English Sunday morning. I guess putting a barbed wire bat and peeling his throat wasn’t enough to change his mind about facing me.”
Havoc shook his head as the image of Julius tapping out to the Death Parade as blood trickled down his face was as clear as day.
“I would have choked him to death. I would have crushed his larynx so that motherfucker would never talk again. All of that would have been satisfying if his bitch ass didn’t tap out. We went out there to fight till the death. I was NEVER going to fucking tap no matter what he or Jason did to me. I would rather end up in a fucking grave than to be recalled as a bitch and that’s something that has been lost over the past couple of weeks. Julius didn’t go out on his shield. He fucking gave up! And once you give up something voluntarily, there should be some repercussions to your actions. You shouldn’t be afforded ANOTHER opportunity when there are people out there who would DIE to be in his position. Julius wanted to save face and life for another day. Perhaps, that was the smart thing to do. But no fighter would ever give you props for what you did. What does he have? A family to live for? Friends? It’s clear that Julius has no regard for his buddy. Pyro’s career ended in front of his eyes and he just watched from the sidelines not lifting a finger. He could have saved him if he wanted! But no! Julius was afraid. He was afraid to challenge me back then and he’s afraid now remembering every second of getting his life choked out of him for the world to see. He has NIGHTMARES about that night but he’d never admit it. Julius has been in this company for a long ass time and he’s achieved quite a lot of things. The Prime Championship NOT being one of them. How long did it take me? My FIRST try at the Prime Championship and it was MINE! And before anybody tries to give Arik all the credit, all Arik did was put me in that match. What happened at Bloodbath was ALL my doing. I needed NOBODY’S help to beat Jason and Julius and I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Julius has MORE of a reason to be afraid. There is a reality where Druscilla and I momentarily put our differences aside and make sure that True Society is the ONLY group worthy of holding on to the Prime Championship. We could beat him senseless till all that’s left is a lifeless shell of a body. What is Julius going to do then? He couldn’t stop me at Bloodbath and things have only gotten worse for him.”
Havoc points at the Prime Throne in the center of the hall.
“I carved my name onto the throne. I hold the keys to the Kingdom and there’s nothing anybody can do to deny it. People doubted me early on in my run at Project: Honor but the cream always rises to the top. I became a champion yet again as I have always done. I ended Jason Long’s historic reign as champion. I made Julius Fairweather look like a low-budget stunt double. There are people out here fighting for AGES to get their name across to the masses and I do it EVERYWHERE I FUCKING GO IN RECORD TIME! That’s the difference! While people have to struggle to get to this level, and while I respect the grind, I am not built the same way. Julius waited very long for his turn but like an Uno player with no friends to lose, I have skipped his turn time and time again. And the tradition is going to repeat itself at Wired Consequences. Julius will get close but his bitch ass will tap again. Or perhaps, his knocked-out carcass will be showcased for the world to see as I put a foot on his chest and get the 1…2….3. It’s THAT fucking easy for me. What’s he going to say? Talk about the times he beat me. Well, go ahead. The one time it meant the most, Julius folded under the pressure. So, his hollow victories don’t hold a candle to me destroying his ass and becoming the Prime Champion. I have been dominant ever since. When most people wouldn’t dare risk embarrassment, I showed up for the Proving Ground Black Friday Mall Mayhem ONE DAY--- ONE FUCKING DAY AFTER THE PURGE! And guess what? I won myself a fucking gift. I put my neck on the line because I know I can carry the fucking weight of the company on my shoulders. I can carry the True Society to show them a better future. I can carry Fallout out of the era of corruption that sullied the reign of Jason Long under the tyranny of Rock Johnson and Christian DeMarco. Julius should be THANKING me for giving him another chance. Don’t forget that True Society STILL runs the fucking show and we could have you removed in an instant and have Wired Consequences be an in-house affair between the True Society. But we chose to give you another chance even if it is underserved. If I were you, I’d hold on to that Prime Token for as long as I could. But, it appears that yet another entitled member of this society needs a reality check.”
Havoc walks up to the framed knife he won at Mall Mayhem and punches it, cracking the glass on impact. He digs his hands through the glass shards as blood trickles down his hand. Havoc pulls out the knife from the frame, merging the blood of his own with the dried crimson coating of Jason Long’s blood.
“They gave me a fucking knife, Arata. Can you believe it? A beautiful knife at that. I am going to use it to gut Julius Fairweather alive for the fans at home. They’ll see his life drained away as I pull his tracks out and play jump rope with it. I want to carve my initials onto his forehead perhaps leave some True Society branding on him so that he never forgets his place. I don’t have to worry about two matches. I don’t have to think about saving up for round two. EVERYTHING that I care about is on the line in the MAIN EVENT of the show. Druscilla can thank me for giving her this opportunity. If Jason was champion, Elena would have snuck her way into the main event. I have made the Prime Championship feel important as it should be. And now, I am going to break fucking records with it. For one, you better end the reign of Ozymandias because, by the time you face him, he’d officially be the longest-reigning champion in Project: Honor’s history. And knowing how much better I am than him, irks me beyond belief. So, I will make it my goal to break his record. I will make it my goal to go down in the history books as the BEST Prime Champion in history. Or best champion PERIOD! I did that with the OWA World Championship. I did that with the WWH World Championship. I will continue to mark my name in the annals of history as the great wrestler alive. I don’t care about how many motherfuckers or so-called royalty that they have lined up for me. The crown is on my fucking head and it’s not leaving me anytime soon. They’ll have to pry it out of my dead body and despite what anime would have you believe, you can’t kill a fucking demon. I will keep getting back up asking for more. The world will know that Havoc is not to be fucked with. It’s just like when a little child believes in the whims and fancies of the lies fed to them by society. They’re made to believe in this beautiful world that we live in when the harsh reality is that this world is CRUEL. I don’t want to fuel these make-believe stories being told by Druscilla and Julius. It’s time that they are brought down to the reality of the world that we live in. This is MY world. MY title. Santa isn’t real. What is REAL is the fear on their faces when they meet the Nightmare King. They meet their maker. They meet their END! Long Live True Society! Long Live Havoc!”
Havoc shrugs past Arata, who looks on intensely at his former partner. He has a monumental task of his own at hand and he acknowledges the request made by the Nightmare King. He has to beat Ozymandias. He has to become Grand Champion. That is the Shinigami no Tensei way. Hana walks up to Arata, trying to calm him down as the Nightmare King takes his throne.
