Post by Havoc on Feb 1, 2022 22:55:07 GMT -5
January 2012
The scene begins outside of a local high school gymnasium in Aberdeen, as a small group of people has gathered under the glimmering lights of the basketball court. There are seats placed around the court in anticipation of an upcoming wrestling show being held in the venue. The booker of the event, Jacob McAfee, a die-hard wrestling fan turned real estate agent, took some change out of his pocket to have his life-long wish of conducting his own wrestling show.
Planning to record the event, he has a cameraman at the premises capturing footage leading up to the event that will be later sold as a DVD exclusive to the fans interested around the state. McAfee did his best to gather the best local talent that he could, including a bunch of wrestling trainees.
Amongst the crowd is a familiar face. A lot younger than what we see him as today, but Christopher Sabertooth, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, is not ruined by the years of hardship yet to come. This would be his first proper wrestling event since his training. His excitement was palpable. Along at courtside to support him was his best friend, O’Shea, who had taken time out of Police training to meet his friend.
“You’re here early!”
Chris declared as he approached him for a tight embrace. O’Shea scoffs at the remark, patting his friend on the back.
“Couldn’t miss this for the world, mate. You’re living our dream, aren’t you?”
O’Shea had always wanted to be a wrestler, a dream the pain concocted together as young kids fans of the larger-than-life personalities they had seen on TV.
“As you can see, I am not there yet. But this is the first step out of many that I’d have to take to get where I want. I am glad you’re here for the journey. It may just be fifty people in a small ass gymnasium right now, but one day, I will be fighting in front of thousands making a name for myself. You’re here since day one so you better be there for my crowning moment. Just wouldn’t feel right without you.”
Chris doesn’t let emotions get the better of him. He is glad to have his friend along with him for the ride. His day one. O’Shea is his emotional support.
“You don’t have to ask! Of course, I will be there. After all, you’re carrying the dreams of us both with you. That’s quite a lot to live up to! Can’t be slacking now. I need you to be the best wrestler to come out of Aberdeen. Heck, I want you to be the best wrestler in the country. Why stop there! I know that you will leave your mark in history. I know that your dad--”
O’Shea wasn’t sure if he should bring up Chris’ father knowing about their tumultuous relationship, but Chris nods, letting his friend know that he had nothing to worry about.
“He always talked about how you’d win the Olympic gold one day. If you’re good enough for that, I am sure this new path that you have chosen will soon be conquered! You’ll be a damn King, I promise ya! Can’t wait to raise my ‘Fuck you Sabertooth’ sign when you climb the top of the momentum and get crowned as the King of the Wrestling World! After all, I am a mark! Gotta hate your smug ass. But deep down, I will be cheering my heart out. But shit-- You better do it quick! I will soon be a badass deployed to the field, taking crime off the streets! You know me! I don’t know if I will have the time to see you succeed. Going to be a busy man, ya know. So better do it quickly!”
O’Shea laughs after his sarcastic comment that makes Chris smile and playfully grab his best mate in a headlock. The camera zooms in on Sabertooth’s face.
“You’ll be a King!...”
Those words echoed in the mind of Sabertooth as the camera slowly zooms out to reveal a change in scenery. The morning sky was gloomy with potential chances of rain. Sabertooth, dressed in a black suit, was standing in front of a funeral procession. Tears rolling down his cheeks, he watches the casket of his best friend O’Shea be lowered into the ground.
A man who died proving Chris’s innocence for a crime he didn’t commit. While O’Shea had died in the line of duty, Chris blamed himself for it every single day of his life. He had lost a part of himself that day. He had lost his biggest supporter. A true friend.
Chris walks up to O’Shea’s grieving mother and embraces her, trying to console her during these tough times. But words wouldn’t come out of Chris’ mouth. He was choking up. He was crying. He barely kept his balance walking forward.
Chris approached the grave and took a knee by the gravesite. He had a small sign in his hand. “Fuck you Sabertooth”. A sign that his friend had carried to a show of his. A sign that was a true indicator of how close they were. A day that would shape the rest of Chris’s life.
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The scene transitions to a moment from Fallout XIX, when Ozymandias had Havoc locked in the Arms of Azathoth. As Ozy crushed the life out of Havoc, the same move that crushed his ribs before, the entire arena starts to fade away. Darkness has surrounded the ring, as one by one, all the competitors vanish into thin air. Including Ozymandias, who is the last to fade away as Havoc crashed down to the canvas.
The war paint from his body disappears as Christopher Sabertooth lies in a pool of his own blood. Scars across his body as he tries to move his limbs but they don’t answer back to him. He lies motionless, just staring into the darkness.
“I was supposed to be a King. O’Shea told me that I would be. But at the same time, he said he’d be there to cherish those moments with me. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. He couldn’t be there for me and deep down, I blame myself for it. So is it right for me to even call myself a King? I have lost so much in my life that even death seems normal in this crazy world. I have gotten numb to the pain. So, am I fit to be King? I couldn’t save the people I should have. It’s nearly been nearly ten years since that incident and I still haven’t moved on. Still haven’t been able to piece my soul together. I have been a broken man. I have been taken advantage of. I have been exploited for the needs of a demon.”
Chris tries to sit back up but his body gives up halfway. He collapses onto the canvas, struggling to catch his breath.
“I pride myself on getting back up. But after that day, I never did. Physically, I may have been there. Heck, I probably put on a smile to please the masses. I had the world fooled! I put on a façade-- I showed off my ability. I had a swagger about myself that was unmatched, and yet on the inside, I couldn’t get back up. I couldn’t stand on my two feet. I couldn’t be happy. Relationships came and went. How could I let anybody in my heart when it had been shattered into pieces? How could I be happy when a person closest to me had been taken away from the world? Every night, I cursed God. I questioned him on why he would take it out on an innocent man? Why would he take away O’Shea?! I questioned his motives. I questioned his existence.”
Tears rolled down his cheek. A mere drop in a pool of his blood.
“I gave up on myself, in a way. I gave up on being a better me. The only person who had ever shown me hope was gone I had no reason to hold on to a sliver of hope left in such a dire moment. I had no intention to be happy. I had no intention to live. Every match, I gave it my all. I sacrificed my body-- Hoping that I wouldn’t wake up the next day. Hoping that I’d be reunited with my friend. But my body stayed alive. It fought religiously and survived after all the torture I put it through. A weaker man wouldn’t have lived to tell the tale. I may be mentally broken but my body was capable. I was always meant to be a warrior and I had promised that I would die on the battlefield as a true warrior would. Nobody has been capable of putting an end to me ever since. It was that trait that attracted the likes of a demon. Havoc saw potential. He knew my mind wasn’t in the shape to fight back. He knew that even if I tried resisting, his influence would far outmatch my will to live. And my body would prove sturdy enough for him to sustain his life out of the realms of darkness. Havoc was free again. A master of his own will.”
Sabertooth coughs up blood, barely keeping it together. The pain was unbearable but Sabertooth was accustomed to it.
“Havoc didn’t start off as the Nightmare King. He didn’t take over the wrestling world immediately-- Well, that’s a fucking lie. He changed the fucking world and everybody was forced to acknowledge him. Every promotion he’s ever been in, he’s been champion. Not just any champion, the TOP fucking champion. They said that cream always rises to the top-- Well, Havoc had been floating since day one. While my own freedom was sacrificed for the purpose, through Havoc, I achieved what I ever wished for. I became the champion of the world. I became a top draw. I BECAME the most talked about wrestling in the world. Havoc was at the top with nobody coming CLOSE to challenging him. Until he wasn’t. There was a nick in the shining armor. The once undefeated monster had shown weakness! People still bring up his losses because there are so few and far between. And no wonder they’d want to flaunt besting a monster. Who wouldn’t? Beating Havoc is not an easy feat for anyone. I had my own battles with him…”
Chris pauses, reminiscing about his struggles with the demon.
“... And I couldn’t win. I am stuck here, unable to stand back up. While I watch him get everything that I could ever wish for. All I could do is compromise. Let him have free reign over my body in exchange for a few moments of my life where I could be myself. I didn’t have a reason to live before. I didn’t want to! But years passed and I found the love of my life. I found happiness in this cruel world. I can’t live without Hana. I told myself that if I can’t be happy for myself-- I could at least do it for her. I owe a lot to Hana. So, I couldn’t walk down a path of self-destruction anymore. I wanted out! I wanted to be free again. I wanted to be myself but Havoc had other plans. He wanted to change the world and my happiness wasn’t going to be a burden to society. He let me be myself while with Hana in exchange for more control. I let him have it. I’d do anything for Hana. So, with all the power, he continued to conquer company after company. I wasn’t holding him back anymore. But I have come to terms with my situation. I accept it for what it is. I find happiness in every moment I get. All so Havoc can take over the world and achieve everything that he needs to achieve. That being leading a movement to bring positive impact in this world.”
Sabertooth scoffs at the remark because the term “positive” was a broad spectrum. Havoc had a lot of doubters. A lot of people thought of him as a monster. As a terror to society. But in his eyes, everything had a purpose. The fear that he struck in the minds of the people was a necessary tool to engage in meaningful conversations. Havoc called it a necessary evil. So it didn’t matter how many innocent people he hurt for his cause if a multitude of others were forced to listen and accept his ideology. He wanted to convert the whole world.
“So the question remains, am I fit to be a King? The answer is very simple…. No. I am not. I am a failure in the eyes of most and I am fine with that. But Havoc? He’s not like me. We share a body but he’s everything that you can expect from a ruler. He’s kind to his subjects. He is loyal to his Kingdom… His movement. He is fierce on the battlefield. He never gives up because his mind and soul isn’t capable of comprehending those feelings. I-- Christopher Sabertooth, am not fit to be a King. But Havoc has proven time and time again that he has what it takes. A messiah. An icon. He has shaped the minds of the youth into believing his dystopian future where everybody lives as equals. He wants to rid the world of all materialistic distractions. He wants to destroy the corporations that prey on the poor on a daily basis and make a profit out of it. He’s fighting the system and not bending a knee to it as most do. He only abides by his own rules.”
A faint smile appeared on the face of Sabertooth. While his body was hurting, he didn’t seem to be bothered by it all. It felt like he was being torn from the inside, but the pain he had felt after losing everything and everybody he ever cared for, was a mere flesh wound in comparison.
“Pride. Brave. Trustworthy. A true leader. All of these qualities define a King. There have been plenty to claim the throne before. Jason Long thought he ruled over Fallout until reality came crashing down on him. The truth is that Jason Long wasn’t capable of beating Havoc. He never has and never will. He modeled his whole career after Havoc. He talked like him. Acted like him. Not that there was anything wrong with it. Havoc personally taught him all of these things so that he could take the throne one day. But Jason jumped the gun with it. He thought he had been ready for the moment. And when it came time for the final test, Jason could not succeed. He couldn’t kill Havoc. A good leader does not copy. He makes his own path and walks down a road that he paved for himself. Jason simply took the road that was already taken. He was a sheep lost from his flock. Jason acts like he can survive and thrive without Havoc, and perhaps to some extent he can, but the reality is-- He will always come crawling back to his King. His teacher. His mentor. His brother. Jason is and ALWAYS will remain a Prince till Havoc walks along these halls.”
The blood around Chris starts to take shape. It forms a protective cup around Chris, lifting him off the canvas.
“What about Elena? The so-called Queen couldn’t bear staying out of the limelight. She attacked Havoc and tried to bring him down. What happened? The Queen couldn’t get her crown back? She failed miserably and now has to come to terms with the fact that nobody cares about her ass anymore. She could crawl back into the darkness that she came from and people wouldn’t care to ask where she went. Elena is old news and Havoc made it clear already. She couldn’t hang with him or the True Society. Maybe she needs to take her ass back to the retirement home, where old saggy men could give her the attention that she desperately craves.”
The blood is starting to form around like a chair. It lifts Sabertooth to a seated position as his scars begin to disappear.
“There are plenty of pretenders that would claim the crown for their own but they don’t have the piece of gold to support their claims. While Arik may have the reins, Havoc runs Fallout. The Prime Championship is on HIS shoulder. And now he has been placed in a war against his own people. Jason thinks he’s real smart pitting them against each other. But nobody has forgotten the pecking order. Nobody has forgotten their place in Society. They all serve a role for the greater purpose that True Society represents. There’s a reason why Havoc is the only one with a belt around his waist. Not just any other championship-- The TOP fucking belt on Fallout. That automatically gives him the right to call himself a King. But even then, Jason wants him to fight!...”
Paint appears around Chris’s body as Havoc takes his place. The blood has now taken the shape of a throne. With the Prime Championship draped over his shoulder, a dastardly smile appears on his face.
“I am the Nightmare King, not just by name. I have every right to call myself the RULER of True Society. Guess who put Pyro out of the commission just to make a statement? Guess who put an end to Lesley Adora’s incompetent ass when he couldn’t win a bloody match by himself? Guess who kicked Graham Baker’s ass off the curb when he thought he was above us? I am STILL your Prime Champion no matter what the circumstances surrounding it. If Ozymandias seems satisfied by squeezing my body for a moment, then he can bask in that glory. But to me, he QUIT. He walked out of the fucking match when there was a lot still in play. He gave up and masked it behind a sense of entitlement. If he didn’t care about the match, then why even show up? He realized when I tried to break me as he did before-- I wasn’t budging. I wasn’t planning on losing my title to his ass.”
Havoc knew that there was danger looming his way with Bennett getting far too comfortable with beating down her own stablemates.
“I broke free and I drove my knee into his face! He didn’t want any of that. He should be STRIPPED of his Legacy Championship. What champion walks away from a match? What legacy does that entail? He’s a fucking quitter and I’ve known that for ages. The moment he fails to defend the Legacy Championship, he’s going to tuck his head between his legs and walk out like he always does. He’s incapable of handling defeat. If he is REALLY about that life, then he can DARE to put the Legacy Championship on the line-- One on one, against me. But the management won’t let that happen! Ozy is Proving Ground’s monster. They need him to sell tickets!”
Havoc shakes his head out of disgust.
“I showed up on his show and I won a prize at the Black Friday Brawl. What has he achieved on Fallout apart from running the fuck away?! People need to stop putting him on a pedestal. I don’t care about what record he breaks! He can have all the records he wants. But if Arata has proven anything, it’s that he’s not untouchable. Do you think I wanted to retain my title by a fucking technicality? The last thing I want is for people to make excuses about my undisputed position as Champion. I would have destroyed Ozymandias if he didn’t slide out of the way from fear. And I WILL do it again when the moment arises. Unlike him, I wasn’t afraid to put my belt on the line against the fucking world! Anybody can get it. But Ozy needs permission from his boss before putting his title on the line, doesn't he? He’s a bitchmade champion not worthy of his position. He has LOST the right to ever call himself a King.”
Havoc was adamant about putting Ozy in his place. It irked him that Ozymandias had disrespected him by walking away, causing the whole debate in the world of wrestling over Havoc’s worth as Prime Champion.
“I will fucking eat him alive like a fat man at a seafood buffet. Ozymandias is a fish out of the ocean on Fallout and he realized that he wasn’t in his comfort zone. Lady Elena couldn’t hand him another title so to protect his humility, he walked away and proved to the world what a bitch he really is. I don’t care what the dotted line says. Ozymandias is NOT the top champion. Speaking of championships, that brings me to what happened at Fallout XIX. The Golden Society has ceased to exist. Billy handed her Noble Championship in favor of Syndicate’s briefcase. Angelo Caito proved to the world why he’s such a disappointment. We recruited him for the sole purpose of the gold that he carried and now he no longer has that! What good is he to the True Society?”
A look of disappointment takes over his face as he talks about Angelo. Knowing full well that he was disappointed in the man.
“A burden. That’s what he is. He was expecting to cruise his way through title defenses because his incompetent ass was never good enough to hold it in the first place. And that’s the Gatekeeper’s Championship. In a way, a title that represented Angelo’s career. He’s a stepping stool for every young and upcoming wrestling to take on. A literal gatekeeper to success that he has never achieved himself. And his ass couldn’t even manage to hold that?! How is Caito fit to be a King when he failed the job as a pauper? He’s not a leader-- He’s a follower. How can I tell that? Just take a deep dive into his career and you’ll understand why. This man is old as shit! And how many world titles does he have to account for? NONE! He can bitch about being held back, but there’s only so much the world can do before it’s your own fault.”
Havoc doesn’t treat Angelo seriously as a fighter. He respects the drive and passion that Angelo possesses, but it’s clear to him that he lacks the tools to ever make it big. And at his old age, it’s doubtful he ever will.
“How am I supposed to take this man seriously when all he does is lose?! We were bringing the Gatekeeper Champion along for the journey to uplift us as a unit, not bring us down. And all Angelo has done ever since he has shown up is KILL the fucking vibe. I can’t carry his ass to victories. I refuse to hand him victories that he doesn’t deserve. And before anybody calls me a hypocrite, I didn’t CHOOSE to end Fallout XIX the way I did. I was taken out of the match against my own will. I was ready to fight--- Perhaps, NONE of the True Society members would have lost their championships if I wasn’t forced to step away. Because that’s what is expected from a leader. To take charge when his subjects fail him. I lead by example and the example is on my fucking shoulder! Being the last remaining champion on Fallout from True Society-- It really irks me that some of our OWN would try to take a stab at each other’s championships up for grabs.”
Havoc has a sly expression on his face as he thinks of the culprit. The potential snake in True Society-- Billy Bennett.
“Yes, I am talking about Billy Bennett. The one who defeated Slade Castle to take the Noble Championship. The one who defeated Syndicate to take his briefcase. By now, I’d be suspecting that you were a double agent sent by Big Drip or whoever the fuck that still remains as our opposition. One might say at least the belt remains with the True Society-- But that’s not the point! There are plenty more championships to be won. Ozymandias is still walking around with a belt that is rightfully ours. Jason Long has become a Triple Crown Champion by capturing the Ascension Championship. While we all agree that the nasty stench left on the belt needed to be removed but Savannah Sunshine was a worthy replacement for the job. By the way, how does it feel to know I was right about Savannah, Jason? I told you that she didn’t care about you. She always had an ulterior motive in mind and it’s clear that her heart belonged with Arik Holt. Now, as part of us, she’d bring more harm to your legacy when she BEATS you for the Ascension Championship. I never cared for what they said on social media. They were not meant to be together. They were toxic and brought the worst out of each other. Savannah and Julius showed their true colors at Fallout. They knew better than to be at the wrong side of history.”
The Prime Championship shines under the spotlight, as Havoc wipes a speck of blood from its golden plate.
“Billy Bennett, I have had my eyes on you the moment you joined. I realized that you were different than the others. While the rest found solace in unity, you thrived in the chaos and took advantage of the situation presented in front of you. Now, you hold a briefcase that could be a threat to my reign as Prime Champion. And following the trend, it would seem that the first opportunity you get, you’ll stab me in the back and try to take what’s mine. While Slade didn’t see it coming when you bested him for the Noble Championship, I kept you on my radar. I started learning things about you that even your own family wouldn’t be privy to. You’re real good, Billy. You’ve got what it takes to revel in the chaos that we leave in our wake. You know EXACTLY what you’re doing, and to a certain extent, I can respect that. But don’t think for a moment I don’t have eyes on my back. Don’t think for a moment that I wouldn’t hesitate to drive a knife through your neck for all that you’ve done. While others may be incompetent, you’re proving to be far too competent for my liking. You had no reason to go after Syndicate’s briefcase. He was the insurance policy as Arik suggested. You kicked a man while he was down. A man that had recently lost his Legacy Championship. A championship that he deserves far more than that fake pretentious monster, Ozy.”
The name of Ozy just brings the worst out of Havoc. The look of disgust is evident as Havoc clenches his fist shut.
“So, when are you going to drive the knife into my back? Because I am not going to wait for that moment to regret it later. You’ve been a menace to the True Society. A snake hiding in plain sight pretending to be one of us. While you may be capable of being a part of history, you don’t DESERVE it. It’s only a matter of time before we call an audible between Arik and the rest of us. We see you for what you truly are... Judas. It’s crazy to imagine that Bennett has successfully hurt the Society more than any outside party ever has. Big Drip dissolved into nothingness because a failed white rapper never stood a chance to compete with a group of killers anyway. Ozymandias folded the first opportunity he had. Julius and Savannah have now seen the light. Lil Petey’s pathetic ass has been kicked to the curb and nobody is about to miss him. He can retire for all we care-- Go fuck yourself, Petey. Return to making songs for twelve-year-old prepubescent white boys that think Fortnite is the coolest thing to happen to mankind. Petey was out of his element and now he’s gone away to be irrelevant in another industry he doesn’t belong in. His trash ass music would make deaf people turn that shit off.”
Havoc completely disregards the threat that Big Drip Productions once posed to the True Society.
“Coming back to you, Billy. How could we trust somebody who wouldn’t think twice before killing her own blood? True Society was built on the foundation of trust and you’ve broken through all barriers already. While Arik has suggested keeping you around, for the time being, I am not going to let you get away with your hidden motive. Who sent you? Petey’s corny ass? Or was it Jason? It’s clear that you do not belong with the True Society and it’s only a matter of time before an executive decision has to be made. And if Arik won’t do it, then I will take matters into my hands and personally put you away for good. Ask Pyro how his neck feels? Ask Lesley where the fuck he is at? Trust me, he won’t be answering calls anytime soon. While they were simply incompetent, you’ve committed an act far worse….”
Havoc ponders over the thought for a second before grunting in annoyance.
“There’s no mercy amongst this family when it comes to treachery. There are no accidents when it comes down to glory. You took it upon yourself to crack Syndicate in the skull. You had every intention to knock him the fuck out. You had every intention to steal his glory. Knowing full well that the Ascension Champion had been vacated and Savannah would only get to hold it if she scored a Knockout. You could have pinned ANYBODY but Syndicate to keep your title. And look now, while you have a guaranteed opportunity to win it back, I know you better to not trust a single word coming out of your mouth. I do not seek your approval or your respect. Heck, I couldn’t care less for anybody that DOES NOT serve the purpose of True Society. While the gold and glory that come along with it are gratifying, it is not our purpose. Billy seems incensed about winning championships when our duty is to bring a change to this world. A change in Project: Honor. A change that was jumpstarted by Arik and brought to fruition by us all. We had a part in history and you’re forgetting about it!”
A spotlight appears over Havoc’s head as a crown can be seen hanging above the ring.
“By stealing Syndicate’s briefcase and practically handing away the Noble Championship, you’ve done no help for the Society. Your own personal agenda is slowing us down instead of taking us where we’re supposed to be. I do NOT care how I win matches. I do not care about HOW I stay champion as long as I do. Cause as long as this belt is around my waist, the True Society has a platform that it deserves. We don’t have the Noble Championship anymore because of YOU! YOUR GREED! It’s so easy for you to move on, isn’t it? With a trap like yours that doesn’t shut up, you can practically bore anybody to death into giving you what you like. Nobody wants to hear the bullshit that you spew for fucking minutes let alone hours and hours that you keep going on and on about! If you’re so fucking capable of being the Prime Champion, then pry it off my shoulder! Do it! I fucking dare you! Jason Long was a champion for a long ass time-- He thought he was untouchable until he wasn’t. I put a dent in his fucking armor that he still hasn’t recovered from. I have OWNED that man the moment our paths had crossed YEARS ago. Billy, while you make a name for yourself on Project: Honor, I have been holding the ground for us.”
Havoc’s temperament begins to reach new boiling heights.
“I did not bite the hand that feeds us. I did not try to take the easy way out which would have been sleeping the fuck out of a forever-journeyman in Angelo Caito and walking out with two fucking belts. Heck, I didn’t even try to win the Ascension Championship because I knew where my priorities stood! I KNEW where my loyalty lies and it’s clear as day that you will betray me the moment you get a chance and that means you have to FUCKING GO! Billy fucking Bennett, the moment you take the briefcase out and use it against me-- I will tear you into fucking shreds. Do not for a second forget how dangerous I can be. Do not forget that I can END your career with a snap of a finger. You’re forcing my hand into beating down somebody I SHOULD be calling family, but I just can’t come to terms with that. I am not a fucking regular jomo off the fucking street. I am not any other member of True Society. I am not a mortal being like yourself. Humanity is built around failure and you’re bound to break when you reach your limit. I am a fucking DEMON!”
Havoc bursts into a fit of rage.
“I AM A MONSTER! I HAVE KILLED PEOPLE FOR DOING FAR LESS, BILLY! YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE AFRAID TO BE DEAD! Plenty of daring motherfuckers thought they could cheat death until they met their maker. You are no different. It doesn’t matter what cloth you’re cut from-- You’ll tear like every-fucking-body else!”
Havoc slammed his foot into the canvas, causing it to shake from the impact.
“It’s clear to me that the people have forgotten about what I am capable of. I didn’t solicit any help from True Society. I didn’t ask for anybody to stand up for me. I didn’t force anybody to fight my battles. That was a choice made by everybody who chose to interfere in our business. I have stood up for other people as I have for myself. I treated everybody with respect knowing that we all stand for the same cause. But the moment there’s a chink in my armor, far less than the dents that you all flaunt, people JUMP on the opportunity to discredit my achievements. Frankly put, I do not fucking care. I win. I keep my belt. No matter what. And if that means, people die-- Then so be it. And if that means, I HAVE TO STOMP YOUR THICK FUCKING TRUE SOCIETY HEAD TO KEEP THIS BELT AROUND ME-- THEN THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I WILL DO! Billy, unlike your father’s death, this one won’t be an accident. The world will know what happened to Billy Bennett. The news article would say, ‘She fucked around and found out.’ Know your fucking place, you piece of shit. I have lived on this planet for EONS! I have survived through the test of time and an ugly unkept bitch isn’t going to be my downfall.”
Havoc spits at the face of his opposition. He doesn’t have any respect to give if it’s clearly not being reciprocated.
“Billy, you reap what you sow. You have made it clear to the rest of us where you stand. If the world comes down to Billy fucking Bennett being the Queen, then nuke it. Burn this company to the fucking ground. Billy has got a world of hurt coming her way. Who needs enemies when you’ve got a friend like Billy Bennett, eh? Though those that are betrayed do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in a worse case of woe. Arik may have decided the fates of Baker and Adora but I was the one that pulled the trigger. And right now, I have got my sight on you. There’s no point wearing a vest because I only aim for the head. You might feel untouchable, but everybody has a breaking point. You just haven’t found yours… yet. I volunteer to help you along this journey. I will lead you down a path of self-discovery. Heck, I might even help you fix your ugly face by rearranging it. Just out of the kindness in my heart.”
Havoc sarcastically remarked.
“That’s how GIVING I truly am, Billy. And hey, you need not thank me for this makeover. I will heal your heart and bring you back to our side. You BELONG to the True Society. A commodity of war. A prizefighter. We need your type-- As someone standing in the background and clapping their hands when asked. You’re not fit to be a ruler. You gave up on your gold for a shot at a bigger prize. Rulers as such ended with their heads on a pike. I don’t want your fate to be similar, Billy.”
Havoc has seemingly calmed down, flipping the narrative on his treacherous stablemate.
“Talking about Billy reminds me of the man that she wronged. A man that had a LOT stolen from him in the last couple of weeks. Now, he’s left with nothing. The Legacy Championship that he took pride in-- Now in the hands of a pussy ass bitch. Why? Because Elena DeDraca couldn’t fathom seeing somebody far better than her hold on to that belt. Syndicate, I have a lot of respect for you. I do respect the fire that you brought in our match against each other at GGG. I need not have to remind you who won that outing, do I? And while you may suggest that you’ve gotten better, that I am in agreement with… Don’t forget that I have constantly evolved my game as well. Though, I have respect for you unlike Billy or the fucking hillbilly addict. Though, I don’t blame Angelo for giving up to his vices because if my career looked anything like his, I’d be smoking crack too. You’ve been against some of the best this company has to offer and stood your ground. I appreciate the attention that you brought to True Society. While your addition was great, just remember that I have been a part of this since day one. I have been here when everybody doubted us and I’ve been there when we held all the gold. And the constant factor that succeeded through it all, is ME! I am still champion, Syndi!”
Havoc snickers at the thought, patting the Prime Championship with pride.
“There’s a pecking order that we all answer to, isn’t it? And while you were quite high up on there when you had a belt that commanded respect, that shit is gone now. You’ve fallen off, Syndi. It sucks to say that because I did enjoy our time as the top fucking champions in the company. Now, it’s all on me to be the flag bearer. I do intend on honoring your legacy by defeating Ozymandias and bringing the title back to the True Society. I’ll go do it on their show cause it’s clear that Ozy wants none from Fallout. Syndi, while this match serves as an opportunity to reinstate all the credibility that you lost, it just won’t pan out in your favor. Why? Cause you’re clearly heading into a downward spiral that will eventually lead to your destruction, whether it be by your own hands or facilitated by someone else. You’ve been on the down-low, hurting every moment since your loss. Heck, you let Billy escape with your briefcase. Your pride and joy. One that you EARNED by winning the Annual Purge. All that effort washed away because you took your eyes off that Judas for one moment. Didn’t you see what she did to Slade? And yet you let her get to your head on the show. You let her taunt you for your title loss. You let her mock you, or whatever that’s left of you in this shell of a body.”
Disappointment takes the stage as Havoc talks about the former Legacy Champion.
“I don’t want to beat a dead horse, Syndicate. I realize that you’re upset about what happened. So, I come to you with a proposal. I would extend this towards Angelo as well but he’s far too incompetent to let him in on this mission. I don’t want anybody holding us back. True Society needs us to lead the new blood down a path of success so that we can continue to expand our movement beyond just our group. Our words are reaching the hearts of the downtrodden. The ones that have been wronged by society and we’ve given them hope! We’ve given them a chance to recover and make something out of their lives. The L.A Outlaw needs to be revitalized and I have just the idea. Who is to stop us if we united our forces and beat the holy crap out of Billy? Heck, Angelo can join in for the banter. All we have to do is stomp Billy Bennett’s head into the canvas till it’s mush. Leave her to the wolves–”
A moment of pause followed right after he uttered the word.
“Actually, fuck the wolves. I just got PTSD thinking about the fucking KKK that had infiltrated True Society. What I am saying is, if Billy is incapable of fulfilling her duties as a member of True Society and Fallout, she would have to vacate that briefcase. Just like the white bitch with dreads-- Or Pyro, whose career ended in a flash of a moment. Imagine what we could do together. Perhaps, fight for the tag team championships and get it back for the True Society. It’s clear that Billy is the root of all our problems. It’s time we take out the weed whacker and chop her limb for limb.”
A devious smile appears on Havoc’s face as he put forward his proposition for the L.A. Outlaw.
“And trust me, I have no reason of getting involved in this as I still have a title of my own to worry about. Consider this as a peace offering-- The True Society has been forced to fight amongst ourselves for far too long. I have had enough of that! We can’t let Billy, Jason, or anybody break us apart. So, I suggest we put our efforts together and put an end to Billy Bennett. I don’t care if Arik sees her as an asset. What she did to you was wrong and cannot be forgiven. True Society is DONE with the services of Billy Bennett-- Now, it’s time for us to act on it. Once she’s completely out of the picture, you get back your beloved Ultimate Briefcase. Heck, we can bring Proving Ground to its knees by taking over and forcing them to give you a rematch for the belt that you should have never lost.”
Havoc is leaning hard on the Legacy Title loss to drive his point home.
“Elena was a bitter bitch, letting greed and lust be her driving force. Together as a family, we would be unstoppable. All I ask in return is one thing… A crown over my head. The championship on my shoulder is enough REASON for me to be taking the mantle of King. It’s in my blood. It’s what I deserve. And do not fret! At every moment, I will treat you as my equal. There is no jealousy involved. No treachery to be had. You will have my undivided attention and support. All I ask from you is to take my hand….”
Havoc extends his arms out in a welcoming gesture, asking for Syndicate to become his partner in crime. While their bond of True Society already brought them together, their combined hatred for Billy Bennett should be the bonding force that will bring their relationship to another level.
“Syndicate, the True Society needs to be united. There will be plenty that will stand in our way to break us apart. It’s already happening with Billy amongst us and Jason playing along from the sidelines. We can’t let our bond be broken over a piece of gold. And that goes for you too, Angelo. I know that you’ve got demons of your own. One that sounds an awful lot like a disease. And while the name of Nanovirus isn’t synonymous in the dark dimensions, it does not mean that it can’t grow any further. What better way would there be than cementing Nanovirus’ name in infamy after you combine forces with me. The Nightmare King. Imagine if I let you have a taste of my power-- Nanovirus would become unstoppable.”
Havoc was playing into the aspirations and dreams of Angelo and Syndicate, trying to get them fully on his side against Billy.
“Your lifelong dream of being a world champion would be closer to reality than it ever has been before. That’s what I can do for you. I know I have been harsh on you, but only because I care. The moment I had seen you smash Asher’s head with a brick, I knew we’d get along. All I need from you is to ignite the fire inside of you. Channel all your hatred. Think about your loss. Think about your ex-wife taking away the kids because of your terrible habits. Think about every time somebody told you that you’re not capable enough of reaching great heights of success. Use that against Billy at Fallout XX.”
Havoc nods while imparting his ideas to his stablemates.
“The crown was always mine for the taking. Billy has gotten too comfortable for her own skin. Angelo has the wrath inside of him that is not being put to good use. And Syndicate is deeply upset by his recent form. Everything could be fixed in a moment if given the chance. And I have the tools to shape them into the warriors that they’re destined to be. Ask Jason Long, and if he doesn’t admit to the fact that I made him who he is today-- then he’s lying. Think about my offer, Syndi. I hope you consider it knowing full well that I am capable enough of helping you down this path of redemption. I will make sure that you’re Legacy Champion once again. I will make sure that you get that briefcase back. All I need from you is to put that crown on my head and hail me as a King.”
The crown hanging above the ring slowly begins to descend. Moments pass as Havoc reaches out to grab what is rightfully his. He places the crown over his head as his eyes shine the bright color of red.
“I have dedicated all my life to being where I am at. I made sacrifices that I regret to this day. Innocent blood on my hand would never be washed away. The sins that I have committed will only bring me pain for the rest of eternity. But that’s a fate I am ready to acknowledge. If it is a throne of blood that awaits me-- I have been building one all my life. One that gives meaning to my existence. One that powers me into being a better warrior. The pain and suffering will all be worth it once I have a crown that declares my position in this world. True Society will stand united under the rule of its own true King. The Nightmare King. The Prime Champion! Everybody that stands against us will fall. That includes my own people. Jealousy will be the end of our journey. Do not let the deadly sins that plague humanity corrupt you as well. I hold the power to keep us fighting together. I have the success to back it up. And I will continue to reign as champion and your rightful KING, for that is my destiny. My loyal subjects, I want you to bend a knee for your King. Praise be to your Messiah!”
Lights all around the arena light up to reveal a large gathering of people of all shapes and sizes, donning the Purge mask, bending a knee for the Nightmare King. Havoc raises the Prime Championship above his head as his maniacal laughter echoes around the arena as we fade to black.
