Post by Havoc on Jan 18, 2022 23:01:09 GMT -5
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The motion picture contains explicit portrayals of violence that may not be suitable for younger viewers.
Parental discretion is advised.
The scene fades to black after the warning message as faint sounds can be heard in the background. We hear footsteps, presumingly, heading to the source of the sound, as the voices get louder
--X--
--X--
“HERE’S YOUR WINNER AND THE NEEEEEEEW PROJECT: HONOR LEGACY CHAMPION-- OZYMAAAAANDIAAAAAASS!!!”
The declaration of a new era in Project: Honor with the crowning of the Butcher
“THE WINNER OF THE REACH FOR THE STARS MATCH-- JAAAAASOOOON LOOOOONG!!!”
The return to prominence of the ‘golden boy’ was witnessed by the Society as he reached for the stars and took what was rightfully his.
“LOOK! THAT’S ELENA DEDRACA!! SHE IS BACK! THE QUEEN IS BACK TO TAKE HER THRONE!”
Old faces that refuse to fade away. Wanting to start from the place where they left off.
The footsteps get louder with every passing second, with the voices echoing in all directions. Those phrases keep repeating one after the other, to the annoyance of the person running. It was clear, they weren’t headed towards the source. They were trying to escape it. But no matter what, the voices kept getting louder and louder as the screen is suddenly engulfed in light as if a person was opening their eyes after being lost in darkness. The brightness was overwhelming until the eyes finally settled to reveal a normal-looking bedroom. Silk curtains with fine embroidery doing their best to shield the bright sunlight away from the eyes of our protagonist.
We see a familiar face lying next to our protagonist. Hana Nakajima is fast asleep without a care in the world. The faint smile of comfort on her face as she readjusts her position on the bed, pulling away from the blanket. Our protagonist looks around, catching his reflection in the bedroom mirror. It’s none other than Christopher Sabertooth, looking exhausted after what appeared to be a nightmare. He pulls his hair back and turns his head --
A dark spectral entity jumps at him, shrieking at the top of its lungs as the scene immediately morphs around Christopher Sabertooth, who is now endlessly falling down into the darkness with a look of fear in his eyes.
Sabertooth finally hits the ground, hurting on the outside, but carefully scans his surroundings in this unfamiliar territory. He was afraid but there was no time to be wasted. Sabertooth picked himself off the ground, only to find nothing but darkness all around him. A single spotlight appears over our protagonist.
“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! I KNOW IT’S YOU HAVOC! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!”
Sabertooth exclaimed at the top of his lungs but his voice wouldn’t be heard. Knowing that the demon inside of him had a part in this made him feel uneasy. He wanted to walk down a straight line hoping it would get him somewhere but no matter where he went, all he would find is darkness with the spotlight following him around. There was nothing to be found. No one to be seen. Desperation had kicked in and Sabertooth was making a run for it-- But all that would follow is exhaustion as Sabertooth would fall down to a knee. Gasping for air, trying to catch his breath.
“Fine! I get it! There is no escaping from here. Get to the bloody point, Havoc! I don’t want to be stuck here forever!”
Perhaps it was a desperation tactic, wanting to reason with the demon. As if that had ever worked before, but what was the harm in trying.
“Given up yet?”
Said an unfamiliar voice, coming from right behind where Sabertooth was kneeling. Chris turns around in panic, to find nothing behind him. The voice wasn’t like Havoc. It was softer. More sophisticated. It didn’t sound like a demon. In fact, the voice had a calming effect on Chris.
“Who are you? And why can’t I see you?”
Chris pondered about the unknown to the amusement of the voice.
“Well, that’s because I am EVERYWHERE! I am glad to see that you have calmed down and given up on running away. It’s not going to get you anywhere. You leave this place when I let you. But do not be worried, I am not here to hurt you. In fact, I am a well-wisher of yours. Well-- Technically not yours, but the demon friend inside of you. I have taken many names over the years. The Supreme Deity. The One Above All. I am the creator. I have seen EVERY SINGLE possible future that exists in THIS universe and the others-- And my job is to maintain the fabric of time from collapsing into each other. I am not going to bore you with Quantum Physics but there’s truth to all of that. Everything that you humans have learned and yet to learn has been a product of my creation.”
Sabertooth is flabbergasted by all the information spewed at him. He is unsure if he is to believe every word. It sounded unreal. Why would somebody so beyond the scope of this world, heck the whole universe would want to talk to him?
“I don’t get it! If I were to believe what you’re saying-- Why would you want ANYTHING to do with me? What could I possibly do for somebody omnipresent and omnipotent?”
Sabertooth wondered, still not able to comprehend what he was being told.
“Good question! You’re a curious one, aren’t you? I see why HE likes you. I am not trying to sound rude but I haven’t got you here to talk to you. There could have been other ways of getting him here but this was the easiest way. I am not trying to fight here-- That’s not my job. I want to speak with HAVOC! I know he’s inside there somewhere. So, in your best interest and mine, it would be great if you could bring him out. No offense, of course!”
Sabertooth felt dejected by that response. Though, that was to be expected. But what did such a being want with Havoc? And could Sabertooth simply summon him on demand? Well, he wasn’t trying to fail now in presence of an all-powerful entity. Chris closed his eyes and tried to channel the rage inside of him to bring out the Demon. He let out a scream of agony, dipping into every past memory of pain in his mind. But nothing seemed to work.
“Come on. You gotta come out. I don’t want to die here. And I am pretty sure if I die-- so do you!”
Sabertooth murmurs to himself. He closes his eyes and thinks hard. And then it appears-- An image of Jason Long holding the Prime Championship, smirking sadistically. That was enough to bring him out as paint starts to form around the body of Sabertooth and his eyes begin glimmering the color red.
“Fuck sake. Why am I here?”
Havoc wondered as he looks around his surroundings.
“You’re an elusive man, Havoc. But good to have finally met you!”
Said the eager voice to the dismay of the Demon.
“How do you know of me? Don’t you have better things to do?”
Havoc questioned that got a chuckle out of the voice.
“Oh, how can I NOT know of you? When somebody creates a ripple in time, I tend to notice. You’ve traveled back in time before, haven’t you? Can you imagine the amount of shit I had to do to fix the mess that you created? A small change in history can have dire consequences in the world that you left. I know that you tried to fix your mistake with Ozymandias not too long ago. You tried to get revenge! How did that go for you?”
The voice sarcastically mentioned as Havoc lets out a growl in anger.
“GET TO THE POINT!”
He demanded the voice to stop mucking around and get to why he was summoned.
“Fine! Fine! You are not the type to play around, are you? Then let’s get to business, shall we? I don’t know if you heard but I have seen every possible future till the end of time! And there’s one future that has me worried. A future where you don’t win. A future where the True Society that you’ve helped build crumbles under the weight of the resistance. That alone wouldn’t be an issue. It’s what you do AFTER that worries me. Knowing your entire life history, I can sense that you would try EVERYTHING in your power to change that. Even going back in time… I can’t let you do that. While I myself cannot influence the actions that followed as I am a mere observer-- it’s my job to fix the ripples in space and time that you leave in your wake. And this time, it’d be enough to destroy EVERYTHING! It’d break the barriers within the multiverse. So-- I have a plan to fix all of the mess. All you have to do… is win. So, we have to guarantee that happens. This is why I am letting you in on my secret. The way I control EVERYTHING!”
Darkness fades away as we see a singular Möbius strip that represents the fabric of time encompassing the entire surrounding. Standing in the center of it all was an unfamiliar face. The man who would be known as The One Above All. He had a smile on his face as he warmly welcomed Havoc into the reality of the multiverse. Havoc couldn’t fathom what he was saying. Everything he had ever done was a fate meant to be.
“You see-- I am not going to fix your shit anymore. You will! I am going to help you travel into the past, future, present-- wherever you like! All I need from you is to guarantee that the True Society wins. We cannot afford for this timeline to branch any further. A Nexus event would occur that would spell doom for us all. Are you willing to take that risk? Are you willing to do whatever it takes to save this universe? If so-- All you have to do is sign this waiver form. I am not a big fan but HR wants me to do this every time. It’s quite a hassle.”
Havoc is overwhelmed with everything going on as The One Above All (TOAA) hands him a paper. Intrigued by the preposition placed in front of him, along with a chance to guarantee the victory for his group-- Havoc signs the papers.
“Good! Well, I will be sending you over for your first task!”
“Wait! What do I have to do?”
“You’re the clean-up crew! Destroy everything that you see.”
A smirk appears on Havoc’s face as he falls into a portal created by the TOAA.
CHAPTER ONE
The occasional barking of faraway dogs broke the silence of the night as the scene begins in a dense forest. The night sky is barely visible through the canopy, creating a dark and gloomy environment. Havoc finds himself drenched in water, having fallen right into a nearby lake. He pulls himself out of the water, looking angry at the situation he found himself in. He was confused for a moment about why he had been sent to a dense forest at night time until he turned around to find a giant cloud of smoke rising to the top in the distance. Without wasting any further time, Havoc approached the only possible sign of human life in the distance.
Moments pass, as we see that Havoc is now close to his destination. He quietly steps over the dried leaves on the ground to avoid raising any suspicion for what lied ahead. He peeks around the trunk of a giant tree to find a group of people gathered around wearing awfully suspicious outfits. In the middle was a giant burning cross that these hooded figures were walking around and chanting hymns that made it look like a ritual. Havoc carefully approached the figures in white hoodies, trying to gather any relevant information.
“Ah yes, my fellow brethren! The day of reckoning has arrived! The world shall know the might of the wolves! The Blood Eagle has spoken to me and it is time we take charge of our destiny!”
Proclaimed one of the hooded figures, seemingly the one in charge, as the people around cheered in agreement. The voice sounded awfully familiar to someone Havoc knew from work.
“Yes, Grand Wizard! We shall take action and show the world that the Vikings are the only ones worthy of ruling the world! WE ARE THE SUPREME RACE AFTER ALL! The unworthy shall perish under the might of swords! Or perhaps, they’d fall victim to the BITE of the wolf!”
Havoc shakes his head in disbelief in regards to what he was hearing.
“Hold on a second…. Is that-- Surely not?! Forget that-- Did that person mention, GRAND WIZARD?! LIKE THE DAMN KKK!? I know I have done bad things but this is all kind of fucked up. I guess, I understand what’s going on. But there are too many of these so-called wolves dressed in white hoodies. If I ambush them now, they’d overwhelm me with their number. But I’ve got to think of something. There’s no way I’d let this shit continue under my nose. I can’t believe what I am seeing. Shameful that we ever LET such a person into a group meant for FIGHTING FOR EQUALITY! Oh, the irony of that! But what do I do?”
Havoc whispered to himself trying to figure out a plan of action. He glances over at the fire, as the expression on his face changes to that of a devious smile.
We see it now from the perspective of the “KKK” meeting gathered around as Havoc bursts into the picture with a giant flaming stick in hand.
“What the-- What are YOU doing here?!”
The Grand Wizard recognized the man standing in front of them.
“BLOOD TO THE FUCKING EAGLE, BITCH! YOUR HAIR SUCKS, BY THE WAY!”
Havoc runs at The Grand Wizard with the flaming stick, swinging for their noggin. The Grand Wizard ducks under, only to fall into the trap of Havoc. He immediately lowers the stick into the hoodie of The Grand Wizard, setting it ablaze. The rest of the group watch in horror, as they rush in to save their leader. But Havoc continues to swing his burning stick at anybody who approached him. Setting ablaze the trees surrounding the area to create a pit of hellfire that has surrounded the group. The Grand Wizard who had been wailing around in pain, setting other trees and people on fire, has now collapsed onto the ground. As the fire begins to engulf everything in its sight, Havoc looks up with a look of urgency.
“TAKE ME OUT OF HERE NOW OR I GET BURNT CRISP!”
A portal appears behind Havoc who quickly jumps in, and it closes behind him. We see the KKK members being burnt alive, begging for mercy as the Demon returns back to where he started.
“Wow. I should have known when she rocked up with dreads that something was wrong. That and the terrible stench. It all adds up now.”
Havoc exclaimed, talking about what he just witnessed.
“That’s great! That’s one branch of reality down! It’s good that you took action because the True Society would have been canceled on Twitter and taken off Television. That’s not good for the brand, is it? Helping the downtrodden? When one of your members is screaming about white supremacy. Well, nobody’s going to miss her anyway. Look at you! Being a hero! It suits you! Anyway, you ready for your second task?”
Havoc let out a sign before nodding in acknowledgment.
A portal appears behind Havoc as TOAA bids him adieu. He turns around and walks through it as the scene changes once again.
CHAPTER TWO
The scene begins in what appears to be a kid’s room. There are posters of animated movies, action figures lying all around. Peculiarly, there’s a giant steel door reinforced with multiple locks, as seen in prison, keeping Havoc locked inside this room. There’s another strange thing that he notices, that objects around him appear to be larger than usual. He notices a small mirror placed in a corner through his peripheral vision and approaches it, only to be shocked by what he sees.
In the reflection, he saw a kid. In fact, a kid that looked just like a younger Christopher Sabertooth. He almost stumbled to the ground at the revelation, failing to find composure in such a horrifying moment. He tries to call out for the TOAA to take him back but to no avail. Havoc ran towards the steel door and tried to pry it open with all of his might but what strength could a child muster? He slams on the door, only hurting himself in the process, trying his best to not burst into tears.
“What the hell is this?”
He thought to himself as a voice echoed around the hallway.
“LANGUAGE!”
A terrifyingly cold voice could be heard on the other side of the steel door. Havoc had never felt fear before. But even he couldn’t help but shudder at the sound of what awaited him on the other side. But he reminded himself of the task at hand. He looks around his surroundings and notices a poster on the wall.
Mr. Wright’s Promise Land Playhouse.
Understanding the situation, he realized that he was currently incapable of bringing this place down. But there must have been a reason for him to be here. Moments pass as Havoc ponders about a way out of this situation until it suddenly clicks in his head. There were clear rules set in the Playhouse. Rules that were to be followed to a tee. Havoc knew if he wanted to be out of here-- He’d have to break these rules. He’d have to anger the man behind it all.
“What a fucking shithole!”
Havoc loudly proclaimed, making sure that his voice was heard by the external forces on the other side.
“LANGUAGE KIDDO!”
The voice repeated, sounding more annoyed than before.
“I mean, seriously. What the fuck is the point of this place? What kind of a freak are you? And what’s this weird fascination with kids? You want to fuck me, big guy? Is that why I am trapped here? Am I just a toy for you to play with? I don’t buy this whole ‘friendships wins’ thing either! You sound like a deranged Fred Rogers, and that guy was already fucked up! How many kids do you have locked in your basement? Answer me! Are you afraid of the truth, Mr. Rogers?”
“Shut up!”
“When will Jefferey Epstein come here to pick me up? They called Michael Jackson a pedophile for doing much less. And what’s so call about This Promise Land? If I wanted a disgusting fat man controlling my life, I’d vote for Trump. You promised to give me what I deserve. Not just me, everybody that you’ve got here. Well, I want freedom. I want to be free, Mister! I want to walk down the hallway and shoot you in the head! That’s what I want! Will you fulfill my promise? I heard that you’ve got the most important playdate in your life coming up soon! All these new friends that you want to make. Do you know what’s the funniest part? They’d NEVER be friends with a CREEP like you! Let alone share a piece of their gold with you. You don’t deserve it, Mister! You’re a failure, just like your show! Heck, even Netflix wouldn’t put you on and they take everything! You do remind me of Charles Manson! Charles Manson if he ate McDonald’s for every meal of the day. Isn’t that shirt a bit too tight for you, or do they not make it any larger than that? It’s not very flattering, is it?”
“SHUT UP!!!!”
A loud bang can be heard on the steel door as the doorway dents inwards on impact, as the voice gets more agitated by the minute. Havoc realizes that this is his opportunity, and he was going to make the most of it.
“Why does the rulebook mention taking down my pants when it comes to ‘The Wright Way’ of doing things? Is Prince Andrew also locked up in here? Seems like his fantasy has come alive! What do you want from Friendship Falls anyway? If Project: Honor wanted a clown, they’d send you to the circus down at Proving Grounds. You make John Wayne Gacy look like a good person. He could probably run more miles than you too! What is the next plan of action? Wear a spooky mask to scare the people into actually giving a shit about you? If they put you in a room with a box full of cigarettes, a boatload of ultraviolet radiation, and Robi Sorrenson-- You’d still be the most cancerous thing in there. You’re a walking commercial for stranger danger. I bet you created this show because you can’t legally be around children in a five-mile radius. What are you going to do? Kill me? Cut me up with a chainsaw? That would be a lot better than being stuck in here with you! How does it feel to have no friends at the ripe age of thirty-five or whatever the fuck your age is? Must suck huh! I’ve heard that most serial killers had their own childhood trauma that molded their impressionable minds-- Who hurt you? Let’s talk about you, Mister!”
With that being said, the door flung open as the bright colorful lights from the outside clouded Havoc’s vision.
“STOP IT!”
The terrifying voice demanded as Havoc closes his eyes waiting for the worst to happen when he suddenly falls back to the place where he started his journey, looking like an adult once again.
“What the hell was that?!”
Havoc enquired as TOAA shrugged in response.
“I liked your idea, by the way. Mr. Wright’s image is everything for him. He wants to portray himself as this loveable TV host but there’s a dark twisted mind behind all of it. Taking shots at his inflated ego would certainly blow his gasket. I don’t know if you were completely successful in throwing him off his game, but he’d certainly be blowing his image if he were to snap on you. Mr. Wright should no longer be a threat to the True Society!”
TOAA happily exclaimed but Havoc didn’t seem fully convinced.
“I am not sure about that. There’s something dark and twisted about this man and I can’t really put my finger on it. Regardless of that, I am not sure if I do want to destroy him. He may not look like it, but he certainly could be a valuable asset for my own journey. Sure, The Wright Way would have to be tweaked to include my own agendas but he has a strong reach to the younger audience! And he’s hungry for a platform. While his fat ass might not be capable enough to take me down, he certainly could benefit from my affiliation. Isn’t that what he wants? A platform to spread his message. It’s not so different from what I want to achieve. So perhaps, his existence isn’t the worst thing that could have happened. Unless he uses his position of power to do unruly things. We already got rid of the racist, the pedo would be next. Alas, I am intrigued by this guy. I want to give him a chance. I want to see what he’s truly capable of. I want him to delve deeper into the darkness within him and let it all out! Let the world know who the REAL Mr. Wright is. And then, we could talk about uniting our forces. Imagine that! The terror that we’d strike into the hearts of our enemies. Beautiful!”
Havoc wants to continue talking about the potential that Mr. Wright possesses but TOAA wasn’t having any of it. They swiftly try to move on to the next task at hand as Havoc begrudgingly agrees.
“I think you might enjoy this next one! Have fun!”
Another portal opens behind Havoc as we shift to the next chapter.
CHAPTER THREE
August 2020
“Ladies and Gentlemen, it is TIME for the marquee match of tonight’s event at Wrestleworld DREAMWORLD!! Havoc defends his European Championship against the unstoppable titan, Ozymandias!!”
The match unfolds the same way it did before. Havoc starts the match dominating early on, throwing the much larger man around the ring. It’s a great night for the Nightmare King, hitting all of his signature moves. Right as Havoc was putting on a show, mocking his opponent in the ring, he was viciously dropped on his back into the knee of Ozymandias.
And then came the finale. Ozymandias locked in the bear hug that would eventually crush the ribs of Havoc, prompting the match to be ended and Ozymandias to be handed the championship. That’s where the portal opens. The current Havoc falls down from the ceiling onto Ozymandias and the Havoc of the past knocking them down to the canvas. The crowd along with the commentators cannot believe it. They were seeing double. There were two Havoc’s in the ring and even Ozymandias was struggling to understand the gravity of the situation.
“What kind of a trick is this?”
The Ozymandias of the past questioned what he was seeing.
“There’s no trickery here. I am here to congratulate you, Ozy!”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“The man lying unconscious underneath you-- That’s me alright. A version of myself from the past. A man that you beat for the title. But I am not here to change history. Losing to you was an important step in my reemergence in the wrestling world. I had taken a step back. I had to recover after you squeezed the life out of me. I’ll give you credit, Ozy. You’re the only one physically capable of doing that. But what happened next? You became a failure, Ozy. After carrying that belt for a long time, I let you take the mantle of the champion. I let you carry on the legacy that I left behind and what did you do with it? You lost on your first defense at the very next PPV to Colt Montoya. And you call yourself a worthy champion? The Butcher is brought down in his own slaughterhouse like a slab of meat hanging from a hook. You were proven to be weak, Ozy. After this match, you were never the same. In fact, you got eliminated by Daniel Horror at War of the Worlds. DANIEL FUCKING HORROR! That’s your legacy! A man who GAVE UP when the going got tough.”
Havoc mocked the man standing in front of him, who wasn’t having any of it.
“Lies! All part of this deception. And why would I ever believe a word that you have to say?”
“Take that as you will, Ozymandias. I have no reason to be accepting defeat from somebody who’s clearly beneath me. Fate was on your side, as I would learn. But our fates would make us cross paths again. Not in Wrestleworld. Because the shame of being humiliated in the ring was too much to handle for you. You tucked your head between your legs and ran out of here. Hoping that everybody forgets about this part of your life. On to greener pasture, as they’d say. Project: Honor. A promotion that doesn’t even exist at this given time, would become your home. After a couple of more failures, you’d regain some part of your dignity again when you become Grand Champion. You’d find your way out of the gutter and be the Butcher that you were destined to be! Long may he reign, as they say. And you did! Longest in the company’s history, in fact. And what happened then? It just seemed like Ozymandias gave up on the belt that brought him back to prominence. Perhaps, you saw a bigger prize for the taking and thought that the previous one would do you no justice. You would fall to a familiar face. Arata Asakura. The less I say about him, the better. For he would in turn fall again to Emmanuelle in a matter of weeks. That’s the man you lost your title to. How does that make you feel? Humiliating isn’t it? THAT’S HOW I FELT WHEN YOU FAILED TO BEAT COLT! One day, you’d understand my pain. Your legacy being tarnished by somebody else’s mistake. Speaking of Legacy, you’d go on to capture the other piece of gold that you were eying on the side. You’d fulfill your destiny of becoming the dominant champion that you hoped to be! But how? But not putting the belt on the line. That’s right… Your greed would lead to your downfall. And you will fall by my hands. I will take everything that you worked so hard for in a matter of moments. And what will this Ozy do? Run away and find another home? Cry yourself to sleep? I will make you bathe in a pool of your own blood, Ozy. THAT’S your future.”
Havoc finished it off with a devious smile as Ozymandias stares back at him with a blank expression. It was clear that he was processing all the information told to him.
“Either you’re a great storyteller, or this is all part of an elaborate trick. Either way, I don’t want to play your games! I will end you right now! I will break your back… I will crush your ribs and leave nothing but a heap of bones behind. How’s that for a plan?”
Ozymandias threatened Havoc, who responded in kind with a smile.
“This isn’t a prophecy in the making. At this time, I am untouchable. I have a higher being watching my every move, making sure that I don’t mess things up. I am here for only one reason, Ozymandias. I want to break your soul. I want you to suffer. I want you to leave Wrestleworld like the little bitch you are. I want you to realize that we’re not built the same. We’re not alike, Ozymandias. Something that I may have told you leading up to this match. I lied! Because when I got put on the backburner, I rebounded back with vengeance and took what’s mine. I am still a champion in Wrestleworld to this day. In fact, I am a champion in Project: Honor too! The most important champion, in fact. And I am not afraid to put my title on the line even when the WHOLE WORLD lines up against me. That’s my mentality. That’s what I fucking do. While you hide behind a stipulation. The company calls it the Golden Rules Elimination match… You had a piece of gold to offer but you didn’t. That’s the kind of champion that you are. You’re a disappointment, Ozy. Even via strokes of brilliance, you find a way to disappoint the masses. But more importantly, you disappoint me. While I may not be your biggest rival. Heck, I may not even be your toughest challenge. But what I am is a cutthroat killer. A man who isn’t afraid of who or what stands in front of him. You stood up to me again, Ozy. But this time, the result won’t be the same. This time I won’t let you tarnish my legacy. This time I wouldn’t let you disappoint anybody else. You will fall, Ozymandias. You will fall to me.”
Ozymandias has heard enough as he swings for the fences, but an invisible barrier stops him from connecting with Havoc of the new. Havoc lets out a maniacal smile as he grabs Ozymandias by the throat and doubles him over. He hooks the head of the Butcher and lifts him up in the air for the GIGA DRILL BREAK! Ozy’s skull gets planted onto the canvas as Havoc slithers on top of him and hooks the leg. With a devious smile on his face, Havoc counts along with the referee.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The referee’s arm strikes the canvas for the third count with Ozymandias failing to respond before it all. “Delusions of Savior” echoes throughout the arena as the crowd watches in shock and awe of the two Havocs in the ring. One lying unconscious while the other raises his championship.
“HERE’S YOUR WINNER AND STILL WRESTLEWORLD EUROPEAN CHAMPION…. HAAAAAVOOOC!!!!”
The European Championship on his shoulder slowly starts to morph into a different belt. A belt lot more familiar to the Project: Honor crowd. The Legacy Championship that Ozymandias currently holds. With a twisted smile on his face, Havoc calls for the portal to leave but nothing happens. Instead, he hears the voice of The One Above All.
“Has someone forgotten about the rules? You can’t just take his championship and change the course of history. For your sake, I am going to give you an option to redo this from where you started. But this time, do not change the outcome of the match. That is key to not only Ozy but also your identity.”
“Then what is the point of you bringing me here? I thought I was told to destroy everything I set my eyes on. Yet I am in the wrong for doing just that? What the hell do you want from me?!”
Havoc questioned the rules set by TOAA as he watches time rewind in front of his eyes. Once again, Ozymandias is in the position to bear hug the life out of Havoc and end his reign as European Champion.
“I want you to eliminate the weakness in the ring. I want you to eliminate… Havoc.”
“What did you just say?”
“Do as I say and you will understand why.”
Havoc was unsure of what was being asked of him. He watches the European Championship being stolen from him in front of his own eyes. A lifeless Havoc falls down to the canvas as the bell sounds.
“HERE’S THE WINNER AND NEEEEEEW EUROPEAN CHAMPION-- OZYMAAAANDIIIIAAAS!!!”
While Ozy is busy celebrating in the ring, Havoc swiftly moves around the ringside and grabs his unconscious body from the ring. He places the hand right above the heart of the man lying in front of him and closes his eyes. A bright light emanates from his arm as the paint from Christopher Sabertooth’s body is wiped away and dark energy is absorbed into the arm of the Havoc of the present day.
With that, the portal appears behind him and he makes his exit.
An irate Havoc approaches TOAA and grabs him by the collar to his amusement.
“What the fuck was the meaning of that?!”
He demanded an answer and TOAA seemed calm despite his predicament.
“Do you remember losing the power of Havoc after your match with Ozy? The demon had suddenly disappeared and Christopher Sabertooth had made his return. What do you think made that possible? The reason you lost Havoc for a long period of time wasn’t Ozymandias crushing your ribs. It was you! It was always you! You absorbed the essence of Havoc from your past self to not only revitalize your own powers but to give your past self a reason to exist. A reason to fight. A reason to succeed. Christopher Sabertooth fought through the darkest of times because you freed him of the burden on his chest. The demon was gone and Sabertooth could fulfill his own destiny. His own dreams of being one of the best in his craft. YOU made it possible! The reemergence of Havoc in a much stronger form happened because of this very decision. So, YOU’RE WELCOME! How do you feel, by the way? Better? Stronger?”
Havoc looks around the paint on his body and it had expanded onto his abdomen. He could feel the darkness brewing inside of him. Astonished by the change in him, Havoc finally calmed down. He lets go of TOAA and admires the increase of his power while the all-mighty prepares for Havoc’s next destination.
Without any warning, he pushes Havoc into the portal.
CHAPTER FOUR
The scene begins in a professional setting as Havoc finds himself without any face paint on, wearing a fine suit. He is seated on a comfortable leather sofa with pictures himself framed on the wall behind him. He gets up and starts walking around to catch any details of where he was at. Havoc comes across a degree framed in teak wood, sitting on the desk beside him. Reading its contents nearly has Havoc’s eyes pop out of his sockets. A degree in psychology under the name of Christopher Sabertooth. An alternate course of history where Sabertooth never got into wrestling and instead pursued sports psychology as a career. Or perhaps a setup orchestrated by The One Above All to deceive the upcoming patient. One would never know.
A knock on the door startles him as he clears his throat to signal the person to enter the room. To his surprise, he finds himself face to face with a man he’s far too familiar with. Maverick. Or “Prince” Maverick as he was known in the wrestling world. A talented upcoming wrestler with a lot to prove.
Maverick, dressed formally as well, greets Sabertooth before taking a seat in front of him.
“Thank you for having me, Doc. I know you’ve got a busy schedule but I really appreciate you making some time for me today. I really needed it.”
“Uh… yeah. Of course, Mav. I am glad to have you here as well. You know I am always here for you.”
Havoc responded in kind to Mav’s polite gesture. Quite on the contrary of their relationship these days.
“So… What’s on your mind?”
“You know that I really care about wrestling. I have always wanted to be the best and I know deep down that I am capable of that. But there’s a mental block that just stops me from getting the job done when it matters the most. I have come milliseconds away from becoming a champion. I have given it my all, and yet I don’t know why every time I get close, I bottle it. And there’s a constant image of failure in the back of my mind that I can’t get out of my head. I have tried everything. Meds. Fuck it, if drugs could solve my problem, I’d do them all. But I am never able to cross this barrier. I have been through the wringer. I have done some terrible things in my life. And it’s almost like the ghosts of my past still haunt me to this day. Icon Championship Wrestling has been on the lookout for new upcoming talent and Johnny -- You know, Johnny Moss has given my name as a potential signee. It’s my biggest opportunity yet. And I am afraid that I will screw it all up again.”
Mav confided in Havoc and tried to be as open as he can possibly be.
“I see. I completely understand the frustration that you might be feeling during these times. But it is important to-- It is important to face your demons straight on. The ghosts of your past may haunt you, but they are what defines who you are. Sometimes, it’s necessary to embrace the darkness inside of you to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Times may be looking tough right now, but there are greener pastures ahead. I promise you, Maverick. I will guide you throughout your journey. I will be the beacon of guiding light missing from your life. Don’t mind me saying this, but there’s a lot of darkness ahead of you. Moments where being alive seem to be a strenuous task. Do not give up. You’ve got the talent. You’ve got what it takes to be a champion. Now, it is up to you to realize your true potential. One day, the Prince will become a King. But that would mean, he’d have to knock the crown out of the head of another. Only when the time is right….”
Havoc started to forget about the task at hand and starts blurting out words that wouldn’t make a lot of sense to Maverick at that moment in time.
“I-- I don’t think I fully grasp what you’re talking about. But I think I kind of understand the gist of what you said. Embrace the darkness inside of me. They make me who I am. Be the King that I want to be. Take the crown by force, when the time is right. I won’t forget those words. Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me, Jason. I have to come clean--”
Right as he was about to blurt out the truth, he hears the voice of TOAA advising him to stop what he was doing.
“You don’t understand it-- I have to tell him. I have to get it off my chest. Jason, I am not who you think I am. In fact, I am the guy whose crown you have to take. I am the guy whose legacy you were meant to carry. But you failed me, Jason. I was sent here to lead you astray. Make you forget about your goals. Make you less ambitious than you truly are. Make you feel accepted in this world but this is far from the truth. You will NEVER feel accepted. The only time you ever felt any sort of acceptance, you stabbed that one person who actually cared about you. You stabbed me in the heart, Jason. I would have died for you-- But I didn’t expect you to be the one to take my life. I was broken. I was weak. And you used that opportunity to free yourself from my influence. Why? Cause you always abandon everything that you love. Like that child, you had that you failed to acknowledge. Heck, you don’t know where he is today. You’re not only a failure-- But you’re also a deadbeat father. You’ve run away from your responsibilities ALL YOUR LIFE! You always took the easy way out-- except the one time you had the chance to end it all. You had the chance to end your misery. But you chose to live through it all. You chose to accept the pain and inflict twice as that on your enemies. I TAUGHT YOU THAT! I TAUGHT YOU EVERY PLAY IN THE BOOK! I made you into a warrior! I made you FIT TO BE A KING! And then you turned on me. For that, I would have my revenge. Trust me, I did. I stole the one thing keeping you sane. Gold. You’re quite a gold digger, aren’t you? You’re like Gollum but a lot uglier and less precious. And then it happened. You snapped. Your mental was gone. You were broken, Jason! I BROKE YOU! Not because of hatred. No! If I hated you, I’d have you skinned and hung your rotting corpse for what you had done. I let you live. I let you prosper. I let you embrace the darkness inside of you and BECOME A MONSTER! A KILLER! You have nobody else to thank BUT ME! I DID IT ALL! Not Savannah Sunshine. Oh yeah, that bitch. You haven’t met her yet, have you. It’s funny because you’re at the prime age of target for that succubus. Perhaps she was busy with Axl at this time. Savannah didn’t break your heart. Heck, that wretched witch Persephone couldn’t do shit either. You’d propose to that crazy bitch, and I hope you’ll come to regret it. I had been telling you the truth about her but your future self just refused to believe. Could you imagine that?! Very soon, I’d be facing you in my time. A Golden Rules match they called it. How apropos that the show would be called ‘Bite the hand that feeds you’. It’s not about Arik, is it? It’s not about the True Society. It was about us. You’re trying to take the crown off my head. You want to rule over the Kingdom once again. You want me dead. The man who helped you become the MONSTER that you were prophesied to be! And you want to beat me… ME?! AFTER EVERYTHING I HAVE DONE FOR YOU! Shameful…. Yet beautiful.”
Havoc lets out a smile that slowly turns into a maniacal burst of laughter while Maverick is still struggling to comprehend what he’s being told. His eyes are wide open and it’s almost like he wants to fight… But he’s holding himself back. Knowing perhaps, that he isn’t equipped to fight someone like Havoc. Not yet.
“Jason, the moment I chose you to join me-- I had already envisioned you as my successor. The man to carry the mantle when I am gone. The man to carry my legacy forward for years to come! I WANT you to beat me, you fucking moron. I want you to kill me. I want you to fucking take my crown. But the moment you do that, you guarantee yourself to be stuck with me for the rest of eternity. Jason, I want you. I want your body. I want your soul. Sabertooth was never a perfect match and yet I was able to achieve so much with him. Imagine what WE would do together. If I really wanted it, I’d take over your body right now. But that would be a waste. You haven’t matured yet. You haven’t reached your potential. But when you do, I will merge our souls together. I hold you dear in my heart because I know that we are meant to be together. We are meant to be ONE! WE ARE A PERFECT MATCH MADE IN HELL! The world would shudder in fear when we will be reunited. It’s not a matter of if-- One day, you’ll be mine. The darkness that surrounds you is already playing its part. Savannah has played her part. She has corrupted your mind to trust her. A wicked little wench like herself. And when she breaks your heart into pieces, I will be there to mend it back together. I would be there to fix your problems. I really REALLY wanted to kill you, Jason. Heck, I even dug a grave for you. But I couldn’t get rid of my only chance at immortality. The perfect match. The man TRULY fit to be a King. So-- I will be testing your progress real soon. I really hope you win, Jason. In fact, I’d be rooting for you. You’re close to where you’re meant to be. I hope you’re close enough. Because time and time again, you have disappointed me. And yet here I am, giving you another chance. I could have manipulated you right here and now to end your life. To end your suffering. I could have made you feel the pain that you never knew existed. But that would have been a waste of my time and yours. Don’t make me hurt you more than I already have. Your body-- It’s precious to me.”
A devious smile appears over the face of Havoc as he tried to grab a hold of Maverick, who pushes him out of the way.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are and what you want from me… BUT STAY AWAY! I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU! I WILL! I PROMISE! ONE DAY! I WILL! STAY AWAY FROM ME!”
Maverick screamed out of anger and fear as tears started rolling down Havoc’s face.
“Yes… That’s it, my child. That’s all I have ever wanted. Everything that has happened in your life-- Has been in accordance with what I envisioned for us. EVERYTHING! What you eat, who you sleep with. As long as you let me in… I promise you, we will be the strongest being to ever exist. Until then, take good care of yourself. I will be waiting for you, my child. My successor. My future. See you soon!”
Havoc got up from his seat as a portal opened up in front of him to Maverick’s surprise. Just as Havoc was about to enter the portal, The One Above All bursts through it with clear urgency in his movements. He grabs a hold of the young Maverick as a bright light starts to emanate from his hand.
“Thanks to you, I will have to wipe his memory regarding everything that happened right here. Good job! I brought you to make my life easier-- Not mess everything up!”
He takes charge of the situation, placing the unconscious Maverick on the sofa before grabbing a hold of Havoc and dragging him into the portal.
They both arrive back at the Time Sanctum with TOAA looking for an explanation for Havoc’s actions.
“What? Listen. That boy is special to me. I just can’t harbor hatred for him in my hatred. Trust me, I have tried. If I am ever to meet my end, it HAS to be at his hands. Nothing else would ever put my soul to rest. I couldn’t lead him astray down a different path. No! That wouldn’t be right. That would mean that Jason and I would have never met. Or even if we did, we would have never joined forces as part of the Ashes. My life would have been incomplete without it. I can’t let that happen. We’ll have to move on from Jason. I can’t change his future. I can’t change his path. If the darkness consumes him whole, I’d be disappointed. But I know he’s capable of taming the darkness inside of him. He’s a monster, after all.”
TOAA shakes his head before letting out a sigh.
“Fine! Have it your way. We’ve got one major stop left for you to handle.”
“What do you mean by that? I’ve got three more opponents. Alyssa, Henry, and Elena.”
“That is correct. But Alyssa and Henry do not pose a threat to the sanctity of the multiverse. They are fierce fighters no doubt, but they do not possess any threat to you in particular. No offense to them, of course. I don’t make the rules-- Well, I do. But I didn’t particularly choose for them being so irrelevant to the giant picture. Fine-- I kinda did. DON’T POINT FINGERS AT ME!”
TOAA turns his head away from Havoc, waiting to see his reaction.
“That’s a shame. Henry seemed to have the warrior blood inside of him. A righteous man standing up to the injustice in the wrestling world. He’s got a big heart but lacks some in the brain department. A total meathead with a moral compass. Isn’t he the guy who got a title shot but forgot who the champion was and continued to ignore the racist bitch for almost the entirety of the match? I couldn’t form much of an opinion about him apart from the fact that he fights for what’s right. And while that’s a respectable trait, that wouldn’t get him anywhere in this cruel world. True Society wouldn’t need to exist if that were the case. You gotta fight fire with fire. That’s what we’re doing. We’re bringing those who were a victim of prejudice and injustice along the way and making them reach for the stars! Angelo Caito went from being a bricklaying buffoon to a champion! How could we not acknowledge his efforts and reward him for overcoming the prejudice he went through for being autistic. What? He’s not? Oh… Well, good enough! I would say that we’d make space for Henry amongst the group but he’d get lost in the shuffle. So, he might as well take this moment as perhaps his first and final chance at being a main eventer on Fallout. I hope he enjoys his moment! Cause that shit ain’t about to last. If it ain’t Caito smacking a brick on his head, I’d gut him alive and use his intestines to choke the life out of Ozymandias.”
TOAA almost let out a chuckle at the comments made by Havoc.
“As for Alyssa? She’s a great gal, ain’t she? Recently cashed in her opportunity of becoming world champion successfully in OWA. Congratulations Alyssa! You have grown out of the shadow of the man that you love. Everybody was quick to dismiss Miss Alyssa Grace as yet another failed Wakefield project. But Alyssa rose to the occasion and did something even Finn couldn’t do! Have two working arms! Yeah, the joke is that Finn is now handicapped. The bar is quite low on this one. Jokes aside, Alyssa is great. She’s got the passion. She’s got the ability. It’s just a little cookie-cutter for my liking. I’d like to see some tenacity out of her. Something that separates her from the rest of the competition. Because let’s be real, a lot of people claim to be great wrestlers. It’s what we do OUTSIDE of the ring that makes or breaks us. And so far, Alyssa has found reasonable success around the globe. Yet, she fails to be strong enough to ever challenge me. What’s a fierce woman with guts have against a NIGHTMARE KING! The Demon overlord of this world. She’s nothing but a distraction. An obstacle that I can overcome with the simplest of ease. Alyssa has shown more passion simping for Finnegan Wakefield than anything inside the ring. The realms do not find Alyssa as a capable threat to my throne then why should I? But let’s be clear, there’s room for improvement. Alyssa could very well be the strongest contender a few months down the line. But that’s something we’ll have to see. Right now, she’s a bitch who was too scared of cashing in her briefcase on Stephanie Matsuda so she went on to find a guy at the brink of his death to steal the title from him. I’d hope for your sake that Graham Baker has other things on his plate to worry about. And let’s be honest, there’s a lot on Graham’s plate. Have you seen the size of him! Sheeesh. Anyway, I guess we move on to the last hurdle. I am ready when you are.”
With that in mind, TOAA opens the final portal, and Havoc steps through it.
CHAPTER FIVE
Wired Consequences II
The grueling matchup between Havoc, Julius Fairweather, and Druscilla White comes to an end with Havoc, although blind-sighted, catching Druscilla with his trusted Barbed Wire Baseball Bat. He falls down into a cover.
ONNE!
TWO!
THREE!
Still unable to see anything, Havoc’s arm is raised as the victor. Until he hears a loud uproar building up from the crowd. Havoc is about to be knocked down by the returning Elena DeDraca. The Godmother had returned and was about to make an example out of the champion. Right as she’s about to strike, a light flashes in front of the audience. Amidst the blinding light, Havoc quickly sends his past self out of the ring, standing in his stead. Everybody’s vision starts to return to normal as Elena finds herself face to face with the Prime Champion.
“Couldn’t bear letting me have my moment, could you? And why would you-- You’ve made a career out of overstaying your welcome. You thought I’d let you get away with a cheap shot? Elena, surely you’re not as foolish as you seem. You’ve put your hand inside the mouth of a wild lion, hoping that he doesn’t rip it off. Well, it will be my honor to welcome you back to Fallout! How have you been ever since Syndicate humbled you? Out on a vacation with Ozymandias? What? Did I spoil your plans for Unbreakable Resolution? I have always had my eyes on you. The old hag who thinks she’s all that because of the world gassing her up. Well, the world that you left has come crashing down. Rock Johnson is dead. Christian DeMarco is out of power. Arik Holt makes the rules around here. This isn’t YOUR Fallout anymore. Before you say anything-- I do remember our last encounter. I do remember what happened and it still irks me. In my head, you robbed me out of my chance under the spotlight. I was ready back then just as ready as I am now. But I wasn’t utilized. I was put on the backburner for people like you to continuously get opportunities. Why were you given a chance to regain the Legacy Championship when you lost to Warstein? Because they WANTED you there. Unfortunately, nobody wants you here anymore. You’re nothing but a shadow of the past that reminds the people of the dark times preceding the formation of True Society. Project: Honor is a better place after Rock’s death. Arik Holt has proven to be a righteous showrunner. You represent a bygone era that needs to be put to rest with Rock. So, here’s my offer. I WILL KILL YOU!”
Havoc’s teeth gritted against each other as he tries to hold back his anger.
“I have a habit of righting wrongs from my past. You can ask, Jason! His suffering has just begun and that is a fraction of the pain that he’d have to suffer for what he did to me. His title was the smallest of his losses. He will lose everything! And that’s a guarantee. The next on the list are you and Ozymandias. You’re quite the pairing now, aren’t you? Yes-- You successfully help Ozy beat Syndicate for the title. How do I know that? It’s because I have an eye for the future. Elena, your constant need for approval from these people is sickening. Why are old hags like you still coming back for an easy paycheck-- Something that could have been used to bolster the up-and-coming talent. You’re so desperate to be different-- You’re so desperate to stand out that I sometimes confuse you for Robi Sorrenson. An attention seeker way past their prime, still sticking around to hog the spotlight from people like Alyssa, Bishop, or Hyde. You want to be hailed as the Godmother of wrestling-- That’s how fucking old you are. You predate the fucking sport. We’ve got a walking fossil amongst us. Elena, I am not going to let you take away what I have built. The Prime Championship may be your first target. It may be all that you’re looking for. But that is not to be. I am not going to let you win. I am not going to let you succeed. I am going to stamp my fucking name in the history books by getting rid of the bitch that just won’t quit. Your loss to Syndicate could have been a great send-off-- But you made a mistake by coming back. You made a mistake by targeting me. You made an enemy out of me, Elena. And that is not something people live to regret. I have no reason to let you live. I have no compulsion to this company for letting you survive. I don’t care how important you were early on. But your time is over. Pack your stuff and move on before I make the decision for you.”
Before Elena can react, Havoc clocks her in the abdomen with the baseball bat before grabbing her into the Giga Drill Break. As Elena lies flat on her back, Havoc spits on her for added disrespect.
“You are nothing to me, Elena! A distant memory of the past that I have outdone in a matter of months. I am the most important thing going on in this company. I am their top champion, regardless of the belt that your bitch boy holds. Ozymandias owes you a little something-- And I bet it’s little too. And yet, he doesn’t have the balls to put the money where his mouth is. He doesn’t have the balls to put his newly won title on the line while I have been fighting anyone and every one each and every fucking week. To the point, I have to look into the True Society locker room expecting a betrayal. Yet, I do not care about who stands in front of me. Especially not a pretentious goth bitch who’s too embarrassed to act her age. I’ll send your ass back to the retirement home. Or better yet, the cemetery. Your makeup fits with their aesthetic. If you want to look like a dead bitch, then I can help you reach heights of realism that you’d never expect. The Nightmare King will not be leaving his throne anytime soon. This is my crown to hold. My legacy to carve. And the only way you make it in is as a footnote under my list of accomplishments. You’re a stepping stool for me, Elena. And I am going to step on your fucking neck and crush it until you take your last breath. Run while you can. For the boogeyman is here to collect.”
He kicks Elena’s prone body before heading back into the portal. TOAA looks satisfied with all the changes done. Perhaps, the crisis had been averted. Havoc takes a sigh of relief but TOAA lifts his finger.
“I have one last favor from you. Want to give a shot?”
CHAPTER SIX
True Society
The scene begins at the True Society headquarters. Havoc is seen with the Prime Championship draped over his shoulder looking at crossed-out pictures of Graham Baker, Lesley Adora, Valkyrie, Matthew Knox, and Druscilla White amongst others worthless cretins that couldn’t hang with the group. He glances over at those who remain. Billy Bennett. Slade Castle. Angelo Caito. Syndicate. Arik Holt.
“It’s funny because one or more of these people could fuck me over at Fallout. They could very well be eyeing the championship gold on my shoulder. After all, what could be bigger than being the Prime Champion? Billy Bennett has already proven to be capable of taking away from our own people. She didn’t think twice before taking the title away from Slade. While I respect the hunger she possesses, there can be problems at hand if she ever dares to cross paths with me. I do think she’s a great teammate to have, but man does she talk a lot. At some point, that shit might get annoying and one of us might snap. Either way, Billy gotta be careful with what she chooses. Trying to retain her own piece of gold would be the right way to go about this. But if she dares backstab one of us again-- Billy will have to pay the price in blood. The same goes for Caito. He’s the new guy on the block. The man was desperate enough to do anything to keep a hold of that title. He can rest assured that I don’t want a piece of his gold. I ALREADY have the top prize and beating him wouldn’t do anything for me. I’d much rather have us grow as a group than try to eat off each other’s plate. And finally, Syndicate. I know he’s hurting at the moment. Elena and Ozymandias robbed him of his rightful throne. But he need not worry, we have a chance of enacting our revenge against them very soon. In fact, I’d personally volunteer to get the Legacy Title back to the True Society. But then again, he has a briefcase in hand that guarantees him a shot at any Fallout title of his choosing. Titles that we already have in our possession. He’d be smart to save it in case one of us drops the ball-- though it certainly wouldn’t be me. BUT-- If he tries to cash in his opportunity on us… I will have to remind him of the time when I shoved his ass into a steel cage. These people better not play with me. Or else, they’d force my hand to show them a fate worse than Pyros. There’s plenty of room in the morgue. Hopefully, none of us end up six feet under.”
With that, Havoc gives a fair warning to all the members of the Society of what is to come if they’d ever betray the group. The One Above All brings him back into the Time Sanctum, thanking him for his work. With a snap of his finger, Havoc is returned back to his world.
His eyes burst wide open, taking a sigh of relief to find himself lying next to Hana again. All was right with the world. But for how long?
THE END
END CREDITS:
Director
Havoc
Producer
Havoc
Screenplay
Havoc
Cast:
Havoc playing himself
The rest don’t fucking matter.
This isn’t a Marvel movie. Get the fuck outta here
