Post by Havoc on Feb 17, 2022 22:41:30 GMT -5
The scene begins right after the Throne of Blood match at Fallout: New Immortality as Project Honor officials rush in to check on the Nightmare King who along with Angelo Caito, had taken a massive fall from the stage down to the concrete. While Angelo had landed hard on his back, Havoc could have very well cracked his skull on the ground from the spear as his motionless body lies on top of the former Gatekeeper Champion. Medics pull the Prime Champion off his fellow True Society comrade as both of them are placed on a stretcher to drag them out of the arena. In the distance, Billy Bennett can be seen obnoxiously celebrating with the crown as the medical staff attends to the fallen True Society members after a brutal affair.
Right as Havoc’s stretcher is placed on the gurney, the Nightmare King slithers out of it and falls to the ground to the surprise of the staff. Seeing Havoc even move after that terrible fall was a borderline miracle. But miracles are to be expected when dealing with the unexpected. The medic team rushes to help Havoc back up to the gurney, only to hear a loud grunt out of frustration from the Nightmare King. He had caught glimpse of Billy Bennett being crowned the victor, knowing he was too late to make a difference to the outcome. He knew he shouldn’t have toyed around with Syndicate and Angelo and concentrated on ending the match when he had the chance. Seeing Angelo being carried out of the arena turns his frustration into anger.
Havoc wanted to choke the life out of Angelo for costing him this win. For letting Billy Bennett get away with yet another win. A win that was practically handed to her after Syndicate was in no shape to fight back. The Nightmare King glares over at the medical staff who start backing up out of fear for the Prime Champion. His eyes glowing crimson red and his anger knew no bounds.
With a mountain of regret, Havoc walks through the curtains and comes to terms with the reality that had settled in. He had failed to win the crown that should have been rightfully his. The only man who is worthy of holding THE championship gold in True Society. The only reason True Society isn’t immediately written off as a failure after Golden Society collapsed under its weight within a couple of months. While Casanova English held on to the Warrior Rising Championship, his contributions to the True Society were few and far between. While Havoc had constantly been on the forefront holding the fort down for Arik Holt.
As he walks past the backstage area, he glances over at Arik Holt, who is too busy with different matters on his hands to even bother. Havoc snarls at the supposed leader, before continuing on. Knowing full well that the True Society was being broken apart on purpose. Whether it be within Arik’s control or not, the Society was constantly forced to duke it out amongst themselves causing dissension within the ranks. Havoc grabs a hold of the Prime Championship, staring it down as his own blood sullies its brilliance.
He has a seat by the True Society locker room before slamming his fist into the wall, leaving a crack in its wake. Hearing the loud thud made by Havoc’s fist meeting the concrete wall, a familiar face crashes into the locker room. Jada Blaire, who had been M.I.A. ever since Havoc joined with the True Society, sneaks her way next to the Nightmare King, who was in no mood to entertain any visitors.
“What are you doing here?”
Havoc questioned as Jada stepped into his line of sight with a sly expression on her face. She grabs the arm of Havoc and caresses it against her own, wiping away the blood. Havoc flicks his hand away from her grasp, looking suspiciously at Jada and her intention of visiting him.
“Tonight, you may not have gotten the crown… But to me-- you are ALWAYS my KING!”
She had always idolized the Nightmare King and his ways, ever since she had set her eyes on him years ago. A loyal servant to the greater cause, Jada always saw herself by Havoc’s side and hated the distance that was created between them when Christopher Sabertooth had started engaging in a romance with Hana Nakajima. Jada felt like she had been thrown to the side, despite always having the best interest for Havoc.
“I had always been distrustful of Arik Holt and his True Society. Their words don’t match up with their actions. Arik Holt made it seem like the True Society is a FAMILY of like-minded individuals moving together to make a change in this company, and in turn, the entire world. But what have they DONE for you, my King? Arik afforded you an opportunity to challenge Jason for his Prime Championship, but it was YOU who got the job done. You didn’t need anybody’s help to make that selfish mutt eat his words and crumble under your might.”
Jada continues to poke at the deteriorating relationship between the True Society.
“What you achieved would have happened regardless of who you chose to align with! You had an ARMY to yourself with the Ashes of the Wake. You were their LEADER! Their MESSIAH! You showed them the way and brought them out of the sewers. They would take a bullet for you, no matter how bad things get. And yet, you were tricked into joining a group that had no intention to make most of their promises. They knew EXACTLY what needed to be said to get your stamp of approval and then they USED you to assert dominance in Project: Honor. You were a weapon of mass destruction that they could let off on ANYBODY that chose to oppose them. It started with Pyro, as his career was brought to a screeching halt. Lesley Adora didn’t fare any better when he failed to live up to the expectations of the True Society. They disposed of Baker, Knox, Druscilla, and Robi without-- Actually, scratch that. Robi and her lapdogs deserved it.”
Despite not liking the words coming out of Jada’s mouth, he simply nodded in agreement to the last statement.
“I know it doesn’t feel right to be called a goon-- That’s what the streets have been saying about your relationship with Arik Holt. That HE is the mastermind pulling the strings while you just execute his will. Not just you-- ALL OF YOU! The True Society is simply a group of puppets, or so it seems to the world watching at home. They don’t recognize your words as your own, thinking of Arik as the mouthpiece. For those unfamiliar with your greatness, they see you as a follower-- not a leader. And that is NOT who you are. You are a KING and DESERVE to be hailed as such. Billy Bennett stole that crown from you but for how long? How long until your might brings this company down to its knees? How long before you set FIRE to it all and leave only ashes in its wake?”
Havoc, getting agitated every second, turns his attention towards Jada.
“What do you want from me? What’s the meaning behind this visit? You were the last person I was expecting to see today. As you can tell, I am not in the best of moods. So, I don’t know WHY you would dare to fucking push my buttons right now!”
Havoc doesn’t want to yell at Jada, knowing she played a key role in the early days of the Ashes. He has respect for what she did, and that’s the only thing holding him back.
“That is not my intention! I just want to show you the truth that you’ve been willingly ignoring. I feel that the truth is clear after what transpired tonight. Yet here you are, sitting in the True Society locker room when you should be plotting revenge. Billy Bennett doesn’t DESERVE to be called a Queen. YOU have the top championship on Fallout-- That automatically makes you the King. The man with all the power. Not Arik Holt! You can hold this company hostage over that championship belt. You can use the influence you have over people to set up yet another army that will bring Project: Honor to the brink of destruction. Make them fold to your will, Havoc! You’re BORN to rule… Do it while you still can.”
The last statement had malice behind it and it clearly rubbed Havoc the wrong way. With his eyes wide open, trying to hold back from lashing out, Havoc stares into Jada’s soul. Jada hesitates to continue further, as Havoc takes a step closer towards her.
“What did you just say? I said… WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?! SPEAK UP, JADA!”
Jada trembles in fear as Havoc raises his voice. She tries to calm herself down, holding back her emotions to not give Havoc any ideas about how she felt.
“I speak the truth, my King. Tonight was an early example. It is clear that the True Society has cracks in its foundation. Look at Slade Castle, his first moment of championship glory stolen in minutes. The Noble Championship meant so much to him and yet he wasn’t afforded a chance to elevate that belt to his own desires. What about the former Legacy Champion, Syndicate? While the Goth bitch crashed the party on Ozy’s behalf, helping him win the belt, where was the True Society? Why didn’t they help Syndicate? And while he was down, he was kicked in the gut once again when the Ultimate Briefcase was taken away from him. There’s a pattern here, Havoc. Billy Bennett is a curse to the Society. She has done MORE to hurt the True Society than anybody else. She CAN NOT be trusted.”
Those words were enough to stop Havoc from overreacting. She had gotten to him with her words. These thoughts weren’t new to him. He was aware of the dissension amidst the ranks. Havoc looked lost in deep thought as a faint smirk appeared on Jada’s face. She was ready to make her move.
“Don’t believe me? Why don’t you see it for yourself? A future where you are BANISHED from the Society that you have grown to respect.”
With that, Jada makes a playful gesture with her fingers as a red beam of light appears around the tip. The Witch was ready to show Havoc “the future” that awaited him if he didn’t act on his suspicions. Havoc’s eyes roll behind his eyes as Jada takes control of his mind to show him the visions of the future.
-x-
Havoc is seen endless falling down the void as visions materialize around him.
“BILLY BENNETT HAS CASHED IN HER ULTIMATE BRIEFCASE! HAVOC IS DONE FOR! SHE’S GOT THE COVER! ONE! TWO! THREE! IT’S OVER! BILLY’S CHAMPION!”
The voice of Alara Adams echoes around him as an image of Billy Bennett holding the Prime Championship is seen by the falling demon. Havoc screams at the sight of losing his championship but is in vain. He continues to fall further down as the image of Billy vanishes from his sight.
“I trusted you. I gave you SO MANY chances and you’ve continued to disappoint me. You have become a burden to me and the True Society. You have become a liability. You are of NO USE to me anymore. You’re DONE, Havoc. WE are done. THROW HIM OUT!”
Arik Holt ordered the rest of the True Society as Syndicate, Angelo, Slade, Foulweather, and Casanova jump Havoc and start beating down on him. Havoc is trying to fight back but the number’s game is too much to overcome. Even for him. Havoc helplessly watches on as the True Society collectively dumps him out of the ring and watches him lie by the wayside, motionless. Alone. They leave Havoc by ringside without a care in the world as the people cheer them on. Havoc is a broken mess, banished by the True Society he once wanted to rule.
The falling demon lashes out in anger, trying to float towards the vision in front of him. But he can’t do anything but fall and watch on as the people celebrate his downfall. The visions begin to change once again to the dismay of the Nightmare King.
“After everything we’ve been through, I never expected for you to end up like this. You were supposed to be my guiding light. The man who saw something in me when nobody else did. You were supposed to build me into the monster that I was destined to be. And yet here you are, on your knees, begging for mercy. It’s sad to see how pathetic you’ve become, Havoc. While I continued to win championships EVERYWHERE, making history along the way, you continued to fall down to irrelevance. NOBODY cares about you, Havoc. You’re NOTHING. You don’t even DESERVE to meet your end at my hands.”
We see a bloodied Havoc, kneeling in front of his greatest rival and creation, Jason Long. There is no remorse in Jason’s actions as he kicks a kneeling Havoc in the face and watches him crumple into a ball. Jason doesn’t even bother to smile and enjoy the spoils of war. He looked down at Havoc and pitied him for the man he had become. A failure. A loser. A reject.
Seeing this vision, Havoc was stunned into silence. Jason was a topic that was very dear to the Nightmare King. Seeing himself be humiliated at the hands of his former protégé made him numb. He didn’t want to scream in anger. He simply watched on in disbelief. There was a sense of shame in his face, seeing himself fall down to such a level. As Jason walked away from a fallen Havoc, the vision began to blur out once again.
“How am I supposed to care for you when you don’t care for yourself anymore? Look at you! You’re not the man who I fell in love with. You’re so pathetic, that I am scared to tell people that you’re my partner. People look at me differently because of you, Chris. You changed for the worse and you’ve brought the both of us down. I can’t live like this anymore. I don’t love you anymore, Chris. I can’t. You make it difficult. And sometimes I wonder, how I ever fell for you in the first place. I am sorry. But I deserve better.”
Hana Nakajima’s words hurt worse than any weapon could. Havoc, whether he cared for Hana or not, watched the love of Sabertooth’s life leave him in the mud. There was pain in the eyes of the Nightmare King as he watched helplessly. As the vision of Hana Nakajima began to disappear, Havoc reached his hands out trying to stop her. Even if these visions weren’t real, they had served their intended purpose.
Moments pass as Havoc finally crashes down to the floor, similar to his fall from Fallout New Immortality. He looks up and watches everybody that he has ever cared about looking down on him and laughing. Mocking him. Calling him a joke. We see Jason, Hana, Arik, and the rest of the True Society, Sabertooth’s family, even Jada watch Havoc hit rock bottom. Havoc wanted to move but his body refused to respond. He was forced to watch everything he had ever built crumble around him. The Prime Championship was stolen away. The Ashes of the Wake burnt to the ground. His friend and family abandoned him. Havoc had nothing to live for. He closed his eyes, hoping he could wake up from this nightmare.
At that moment, a circle of fire formed around his lifeless body. With every fleeting moment, it edged closer to Havoc who was in no shape to escape from it. It seemed like Havoc had accepted his fate. He closed his eyes, awaiting the end to come.
But that’s when it snapped. Havoc realized what Jada wanted him to see. He opened his eyes with furious rage, springing back up to his feet as the fire around him inched closer. The fire around him paled in comparison to the anger he felt at that moment. With a single sweep, Havoc extinguished the ball of fire approaching him. He looked around before wildly swinging a punch. A crack began to appear in the darkness as Havoc continued to smash this reality into pieces. With every punch, the crack grew bigger, before it finally shattered.
-x-
Havoc opens his eyes, finding himself back in the locker room with Jada Blaire standing by his side. Without a wasted motion, he springs up to his feet and grabs Jada by the throat. He slams her body against the wall, as Jada struggled to breathe. She was starting to go purple in the face as Havoc stared her down with no remorse. He had every intention to KILL Jada right there and then for what she had done.
“You have crossed ALL the boundaries tonight, Jada. How DARE you even think about doing such a thing to ME! You tried to trick me in your lies and deceit thinking I’d fall for it? Is that what you think of me? If I was this easy to break, I wouldn’t have survived EONS on this God-forsaken planet. I have seen it all and I have survived! My existence is FUELED by hatred, Jada. And there’s plenty of hate to be passed around in this world. I am not powerless and I will NEVER reach this state that you’ve shown me. I know that you don’t like Hana-- But do not DARE to ever mention her name ever again! OR I WILL KILL YOU!”
Havoc finally lets go of Jada, who collapses down on her knees desperately gasping for air.
“Did you really think that tonight’s loss would be enough to break me? I know what you were doing, Jada. You HATE the True Society and you’ve done so ever since the day it formed. You hate it because it took ME away from you. From the Ashes. In your mind, it was a distraction to our common goal. A hindrance that needs to be disposed of. And perhaps you’re right. After seeing what has happened in the past few weeks, maybe the True Society has lost its flavor. After all, we’re too busy fighting amongst ourselves instead of those who oppose us. Don’t think that I haven’t got my ears in the streets. I know exactly what people think about me. And I frankly do not care about those who can’t comprehend my actions. So-- I don’t need you to tell me what I am doing wrong. I don’t need to be shown a dystopian future where everything comes crashing down for me. BECAUSE A FUTURE LIKE THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE!”
Havoc shakes his head in disappointment as Jada still struggles to catch her breath.
“So, that’s what you’ve been up to these past couple of months. Don’t think that I didn’t notice your absence. You hated the True Society. You hated seeing Hana close to me. So you plotted against me. You waited for the perfect moment to strike, hoping that you would break me. Hoping that I would come crawling back to you for your help. How FOOLISH of you to assume that I would break just because of a stupid loss that doesn’t even matter. Billy gets to be called a Queen? Good for her! And if she dares to cash that briefcase on me, she’ll end up like Prince Phillip. Royalty indeed-- but six feet under. She knows better to treat that briefcase for what it is. Devil forbid that the Prime Championship ends up in the hands of the enemy, Billy will be the wildcard to bring it back to True Society.”
Havoc has a look of disgust on his face seeing Jada struggle.
“Don’t look at me like that. I know exactly what you’re thinking. Billy can not be trusted. I am well aware of that fact. I have got eyes on my back anticipating her every move. I know that she wants to be a champion again. I know that I’ve got the top prize. If Billy wants it, she will have to pry it out of my hands. The True Society is flawed and I know it. People have egos and they clash when things don’t go exactly their way. But at the end of the day, we have a goal in mind. And I don’t care if EVERYBODY abandons the ship, I will be the captain still steering the ship towards our destination. Because that HAD been my goal even before the True Society. You know that better than anybody else and YET you doubted me. I can’t forgive you for that, Jada. You made a grave mistake tonight. Although I respect everything you have done for our movement in the past-- I can’t let this slide.”
Havoc approaches a timid Jada Blaire, who tries to crawl away from the Nightmare King.
“Come on, Jada. This is not how I envisioned our journey together to end. I was hoping you’d be by my side when we start this world all over again. I respect your loyalty to our cause-- Do not worry. You will forever be remembered as a brave martyr to our movement. Thank you for all you have done, Jada.”
Havoc raises his arm but he can’t bring himself to hurt her.
“Alas, it seems like you were successful in leaving your mark in my mind. I will spare your life on one condition. I NEVER want to see you again. You will no longer try to contact anybody from the Ashes. Time will come when you will be asked to show your allegiance in the new world we have created-- You will bow down to your King. You’re right about one thing… I am a King. I may not have won a crown tonight but that’s merely a paper crown. The real piece of gold is STILL in my hands. I am THE Champion of this company. And I will continue to thrive no matter what happens to the True Society. I am not a henchman. I am not a follower. I lead by example and this journey we’ve embarked on has only just begun! Now-- Go away before I change my mind.”
Havoc helps Jada back up to her feet. She is in awe of Havoc’s tenacity. Before she walks out of the door, she turns towards the Nightmare King and takes a final bow.
“Hail to the King… Long may he reign.”
With that, Jada walks out of the locker room leaving Havoc to himself. He thinks about his actions tonight and wonders if he made the right decision. Jada had been by his side since day one and her intentions weren’t to hurt or anger him. Yet, she had crossed a line and Havoc would be setting a wrong example if he didn’t punish her for her behavior. Jada may come to hate Havoc-- But her life was spared for all the good she had done for him. With that, Havoc grabs a towel and wipes the Prime Championship clean. The belt reminds him of his duties. Havoc wasn’t backing down anytime soon. Not until he was officially crowned a King.
-x-
A Week Later
The scene begins in the House of Havoc. Now, with Jada no longer a part of the Ashes, Havoc has to attend to his people to let them know of the development. He has brought along Hana, who has started to take more interest in Havoc’s work in and out of the ring. In her mind, Jada was a distraction. She seems pleased with the decision of getting rid of Jada Blaire.
“I am glad you brought me along today. Although, something seems to be bothering you. I told you that Jada had selfish intentions. You don’t need to be thinking it over again. You did the right thing!”
Hana declared as Havoc turns his attention towards her.
“Oh-- It’s not about Jada. Project: Honor announced their matches for The Crowning II.”
Havoc seemed lost in thought to the confusion of Hana.
“Oh! What is it then? Are you defending the Prime Championship? Or perhaps you’re representing True Society in their big fight! I also heard about Ozymandias-- I always knew he was a pussy. The moment he realized that a match against you was perhaps on the horizon, he got himself arrested. I bet his bitch ass is cooperating with the police too. He does look like a snitch.”
Hana had strong words for Ozy, even though they weren’t too familiar with each other. She remembered the hard times Chris underwent after Havoc lost the European Championship to Ozymandias in Wrestleworld.
“Would you believe it if I said I am involved in NEITHER of these matches? I don’t know if Arik was responsible for this, but I cannot believe he would rather have Slade Castle, Julius Foulweather, and probably a rusty Drago Santiago over the fucking Prime Champion. It’s like he doesn’t want True Society to win! While the competition may be a joke, it does irk me to think that I-- THE FACE of True Society wouldn’t be amongst the group to defend its honor. And you know what’s worse? I could have lived with that if they gave me a championship match at The Crowning. I’ve got a piece of gold around my waist that I can be defending. I am not a lazy incompetent champion like Jason was, sitting on my ass for half a year without properly defending the belt.”
Hana echoes the sentiment with a nod.
“Heck, Ozymandias is a fucking useless champion and he proved that about a month ago when he didn’t have the fucking balls to put the Legacy Championship on the lie. And his pussy ass is about to have the title relinquished because he’s behind bars for some odd reason. I don’t give a fuck-- GIVE ME THAT BELT TOO! Why the fuck am I in a Casino Battle Royale? Half of these fucking chumps don’t even DESERVE to be in the same ring as me! I am THE top champion of this company. Ozymandias can’t stop being a flake. Emmanuelle and Arata are too busy hot potato-ing that belt around degrading its value every fucking day. NONE OF THEM compare to me!”
Havoc is irritated by his placement on the card. Not because of who he had to face-- Rather of the missed opportunities.
“And yet they would rather have Warrior Rising and Gatekeeper championship matches which are piss breaks for the live audience. No offense to English and Angelo, but they are certainly not amongst the most happening champions or challengers in this company. I sure hope they win for the True Society-- But frankly put, I am not too bothered by the outcome of those matches. Casanova has proven to be a successful champion and I am sure he’ll keep his winning ways going forward. As for Angelo, after spearing his ass off the stage, I realized that he’s one tough son of a bitch. I don’t respect a lot of people but I give him props for what he endured. The fact that he’s still walking is a testament to his mortal body. Once again though, nobody gives a FUCK about these matches. I am sure they’ll be rooting for the True Society to crumble but motherfucker, we’re not in this business to lose.”
Havoc gives props to his fellow True Society comrades, even if it doesn’t sound as genuine.
“In the grand scheme of things, the Prime Championship is a LOT bigger of a prize than those two belts. It has every right to be featured on a big show and yet here we are. Even with Arik at its helm, this company doesn’t fail to disappoint me. I thought those days were done with DeMarco and yet I have to go through The Hoeski and John fucking Blade instead.”
Havoc briskly walks around the room as Hana tries to think of a reason to make sense of the situation.
“Is there anybody else from the True Society in this match? If not, maybe their idea was to have their strongest member edge out yet another victory for the group while the rest handle the business elsewhere. With the title matches and the War Games match in the main event, the True Society has been spread thin. So, what better way to guarantee victory than to send the Prime fucking Champion!”
Hana makes a valid point which Havoc seems to consider.
“While that could be true, Slade is more than capable of handling this battle royale. I could be in the main event, making sure that the True Society doesn’t lose the war. Whatever it is-- I am not happy about it. And you know what happens when I am pissed the fuck off! People get hurt. Half of these people don’t belong on the PPV. Some of them barely manage to string a win or two. How the fuck did they manage to be in the same fucking match as the PRIME CHAMPION!? I hate this!”
Havoc declared in annoyance.
“Who are these participants anyway?”
Hana questioned as Havoc tries to remember the names by memory.
“We’ve got Archimedes J. Manson. While people seem to be excited about this guy, especially after his win at the Black Friday Brawl-- They forget how stupid that match even was. The ultimate winner of the match was the one not good enough to get a win earlier! What kind of a system is that? Is Proving Ground so hellbent on celebrating mediocrity? Seeing who the Grand Champion is, it adds up. Great! Congrats to Archie for being the most successful fucking loser. He deserves a participation medal for what he did and not a prize of his choosing. I got out of the Mall Brawl early because I am good enough to get that win early. And what was the prize for it? A damn knife! A good knife I may add-- But not a fucking title shot! So, we’ve made it clear that Archimedes’ claim to fame is being a mediocre fucking wrestler and a joke of a human being.”
Hana scoffs at the mention of Archie.
“You know it’s bad when I think that somebody’s fucked in the head! All Archie cares about is causing chaos and reveling in it. He doesn’t even fucking care about winning or losing. He just does things for the sake of it. I don’t even know who finds his shit funny! He’s got a brain of a toddler who thinks loud noises equates to comedy. Archie doesn’t have a funny bone in his body-- He’s a mess of a human being and an even worse wrestler! Oh, he doesn’t like rules? Good! He can leap off the top fucking rope and eliminate himself in that case. It’ll be doing the world a favor by getting rid of Archimedes from our TV screen as soon as possible. Someone put this guy in a straitjacket and ship his ass to the furthest mental asylum you can find! There’s a reason he can’t keep a damn job because who the fuck wants a lunatic whose only passion in this world is to annoy people. And why in the fucking world does have a posse of HOT WOMEN!?”
Havoc can’t wrap his mind around the boatload of women surrounding Archie and his ACME Looniversity.
“This man says the corniest shit ever. He’s a living fucking cartoon. NOT EVEN ANIME! AT LEAST THAT’S COOL! HE’S A LOONEY FUCKING TOON IN THE YEAR 2022!! I am going to lose my mind if I keep talking about this motherfucker. All I know is that I want his ass OUT of the ring immediately. I am not interested in watching his stupid tricks-- HIS MAGIC TRICKS ARE OUT OF THE BASIC STARTER KIT FROM A PARTY STORE! At least put some pizzazz in it! Like a fucking lightning strike to fry somebody’s brains out. Now THAT’S magic that I can appreciate. Whatever-- I am trying to remember who was next on the list… Ah yes! Brandon Hendrix.”
The name jog’s a memory to Havoc as this wasn’t the first time he has come across Brandon in the ring.
“You remember him, Hana? That’s the guy that Chris faced a while ago in OWA! It was a dog-collar match or some shit like that and this motherfucker got his ass WHIPPED by Sabertooth. No offense Hana, but Chris ain’t no fucking Demon. This guy didn’t stand a fucking chance against Chris! WHAT THE FUCK DOES HE THINK HE CAN DO TO ME?! Chris had only whipped his ass with a leash-- I am about to wrap that shit around his neck and hang him with it! What? None of this is racially motivated! This motherfucker is as white as they come. He’s so white that I could see him wearing a white hood to a Robi Sorrenson party. Brandon happens to be a pair with one of the other competitors in this match-- Whatever it is, their Twitter interactions make me want to puke.”
Havoc fakes puking by putting his fingers in his mouth before rolling his eyes in disgust.
“Stella was it? She’s a fucking hoe… No particular reason why I called her that. Just felt like it. You know, gut instinct. Brandon appears to be the flavor of the month for Stella until she finds a guy who can actually win matches. Brandon is around the same age as Chris-- He’s got one belt to his name. ONE! I know everybody learns at their own pace, but at this rate this motherfucker might be as old as Betty White and STILL competing for his first world championship. What’s he planning to do? Impress Stella by white-knighting her ass to the victory line? Brandon’s stupid ass is about to get eliminated BEFORE his own girlfriend because of how incompetent he is! Then he’ll watch his girl from the sidelines being a cheerleading bitch-- That’s the literal DEFINITION of being a cuck! Don’t take this literally Hana, but Brandon is going to watch me fucking his bitch!... out of the ring. Out of the ring! Missed the important part.”
Havoc treads carefully as Hana gives him a death stare.
“The only Hall of Fame that Brandon would ever get close to is his washed-up mentor that nobody gives a shit about. Anyway, we move from one piece of trash to other. Speaking of Stella, I heard about the ass whooping she received courtesy of Arata Asakura. While I am not Arata-- Because I am still Prime Champion while his reign ended before it could even start, I am a TOP champion everywhere I fucking go. Stella Jade is a fucking rookie. And I eat those motherfuckers every week for breakfast.”
Havoc licks his tongue in a very suggestive manner.
“I take PRIDE in breaking these fools and making them eat dirt. Stella is just a new face around the block. I am sure she has her pride and aspirations to look forward to. Her first big stint in a wrestling company. It would be a damn shame if somebody were to take her puny fucking body and crush it just because he can… I would never do that, now would I? Jade looks like a Tumblr girl with an even bigger pick-me girl attitude. She looks like a girl who wants a bad boy to ruin her fucking life so that she can write a blog about it. She is one heartbreak away from making a story-time YouTube channel about her ‘hard life’. Stella is so fucking free-- It’s not even going to be a challenge. Her rookie ass is going to be thrown out of the ring like the garbage she is. It must be Monday because I am hauling her ass to the curb.”
Havoc stops himself, knowing very well whose name he’s about to talk about next.
“Speaking of garbage reminded me of a familiar foe! Michael Bishop! The Dreadknight! The Revenant! I must say, I see him as my biggest challenge in this match. Not because he’s good of course-- He’s just one resilient motherfucker. He never knows when to give up. Fair play to the guy! If I was as unsuccessful as he has been in winning world championships in the past couple of years-- I would have given up! This man is one bad day away from being Brandon Hendrix. Okay, I may have taken that too far. Nobody is as bad as Brandon. But Mike really-- No, I mean REALLY loves talking about a victory that he has over me in a company that I was NEVER a part of. Of course, they had the OWA World Champion make their golden boy look like a million fucking bucks. Kingdom PRO put their money on Mike Bishop and now they don’t make a single fucking dime. That company is as dead as Michael’s career. You know big Mike, don’t you Hana? A journeyman who is more known for training rookies than being a world-beater champion himself.”
Hana chuckles at the remark knowing full well that Michael Bishop hates Havoc’s guts.
“You know what else he’s about to talk about? Our match on Fallout where I won! Now, he’ll bring up that Druscilla and Billy were around to help me get the win-- That I was struggling against him, but that statement can summarize the fucking life of Michael Bishop! He has a lot of fight in him and he brings it at every opportunity he gets. But at the end of the day, Michael Bishop’s name is nowhere to be mentioned in the fucking history books. Because that only accounts for WINNERS and that’s something Michael is not. Who won our match, Mike? Tell the world! When you have to preface all of your fucking arguments with an excuse, then maybe-- just maybe, you’re the damn problem! So what that I had Ashes or the True Society by my side. He’s got an army too right? The Mafia? They don’t wanna help their boy? The fact of the matter is, I terrorized his life every step of the way. I won matches that should have been his for the taking. I became THE champion in OWA. And now I remain THE champion here on Project: Honor. There’s a reason why I win the belts that he wants.”
A hysterical smile appears on Havoc’s face talking about his foe.
“Because I am not afraid to bend the rules-- I am not afraid to do what’s necessary to be at the fucking top. He just WANTS it-- I FUCKING NEED IT! I NEED THAT SHIT! If you wanted something bad enough, you would have got it. It’s clear that behind that tough exterior, he’s just a fucking failure. Nobody fucking cares about his MMA career anymore. He’s happy being a journeyman cashing his fucking cheques. He’s about to become a father-- Too bad that his son or daughter will grow up to see how miserable their father was. While he may not be a cripple anymore, I am sure he wishes he still was so that he could spend time with his wife. So that he could start a family and care about their future. He’s an alcoholic-- What’s next? We’re going to see Big Mike on the TV, for putting hands on his wife, just like the other MMA steroid junkies. Bishop is happy being relegated as the MMA tough guy. He’s happy being the Outlaw King. That’s when he’s in his element. At the fucking bottom of the card fighting future world champions that will lap him and his accolades in a matter of months.”
Hana does feel bad for Bishop as he’s the guy she’s most familiar with out of the bunch. She has seen his career unfold and all the lost potential that keeps getting brought up at every crossroads.
“Bishop is so fucking tough and yet he was crippled by a fucking stoner. This man’s career was NEARLY over because of KYLE! That man can barely speak coherent sentences and YET he nearly fucking ended the so-called legacy of Michael Bishop! I know it’s all fixed now, but it’s only a matter of time before his knee buckles again under the pressure of people’s expectations. They want him to win Clash of the Titans this year! Good fucking luck! If he’s lucky, he’ll make it to the final ten. There’s one thing Michael Bishop is-- and that is consistent. Consistently dropping the ball YEAR AFTER YEAR! Disappointment is his middle name. Excuses being his first. Go on then! He can have his way. I DARE him to win this fucking battle royale. I DARE him to win the Clash. He has an opportunity to prove the world wrong and actually win something for a change. Mr. 2-6 by the way. Congrats on taking Project: Honor by storm. He sure showed them! And yet he was afforded plenty of opportunities. What’s his excuse for not being the Ascension Champion? I am sure he’ll come up with a good one. Give me a fucking break.”
Havoc is spent talking about Bishop. He doesn’t even hate the guy, as much as he pities him. Bishop is a perfect example of crumbling under the pressure. And the trend will certainly continue going forward.
“I don’t even feel like mentioning any other of my competitors but I guess I will go through them real quick. Carny Sinclair…. Who? He looks like Robi Sorrenson’s brother so somebody better check his DMs. The Grand Wizard’s cousin has arrived in Project: Honor. I hope his name isn’t a giveaway of what he can offer to Project: Honor. We’ve got plenty of clowns in this company already. Speaking of which, I am going to group a bunch of these fucks cause they’re all the same. Diana, Latoya, Logan, Greyfield, John Blade-- Can’t win matches to save their lives. They’re in this match to make others look better. They’re simply a stat pad-- A body to be thrown out of the ring to make the ACTUAL competitors look better than they are. These motherfuckers take part in wrestling for the participation medals. And they’ve got plenty to pass around. John Blade has been around for AGES and yet he’s the stupidest motherfucker I’ve ever seen that continues to get employed for some reason. He’s coasting his way to a living. Plenty of homeless people from the streets could do what he does and they deserve the money a lot more than him.”
Havoc doesn’t want to talk about people who he simply refuses to acknowledge as a threat. While it may sound jaded, as the Prime Champion, Havoc can be afforded to take liberty with wrestlers that have never amounted to anything and don’t even try to change.
“Then there’s the Phantom Troupe. DJ Hunter and Kyle Valentine. I remember them from Collision Course. Arata and I put a fucking beating on these morons. Do you know what’s funny Hana? Some people call DJ Hunter a has-been but this motherfucker never-was anything, to begin with. He’s got nothing to his name and is now RUINING the life of Kyle Valentine. Kyle’s young and impressionable and he’s made to believe that teaming with a loser like Hunter is going to do him any good. Talk about career suicide before even having a damn career! Valentine is doomed right off the bat unless he’s in need of an actual mentor. While my services are few and far between, seeing how young Valentine is makes him a prime candidate for being a loyal disciple. Young people tend to be more open-minded. So I hope DJ can send Kyle my way after he’s done wasting his time.”
Havoc has a sadistic smile on his face thinking about the potential of Kyle Valentine. But Hana lets out a fake cough to get him back on track.
“Now, another group of people that are thrown in here for the sake of it. NWO-- Never mind, they’re the Bullet Club. Goddammit! Why does this have to be so confusing? Whatever the fuck Johnny Levy, Giovanni, and Sonya Benson go by. You remember how I said Stella looks like a girl who wants to get her life ruined-- Well, Sonya looks like a girl to RUIN someone’s life for the sake of it. I don’t trust that bitch. Johnny Levy is a poor man’s Johnny Cage. I heard they’re casting for the new Mortal Kombat movie. What is a ‘superstar’, using that word loosely, like Johnny Levy doing in a wrestling ring? This sport is for the hungry-- For the people who CHOSE to fight to put food on the table. Levy sticks out like a sore thumb. Wrestling isn’t your source material-- It’s not a hobby that you can just pick it up without any credentials to back it up. Did anyone ask if Levy wanted to be in this match? Because he’s going to get his shit kicked in from all sides. I am not sure if Levy will make out with his money-maker intact. Not that he’s making a lot of money from that stupid fucking face of his. He’s just got a smug look about him that makes me want to punch his teeth down his throat. Don’t you agree, Hana?”
Hana isn’t even aware of who Levy is but going by the description given by Havoc, she nods in agreement.
“At least Benson has a motivation behind her tenure in wrestling. I am sure daddy’s little princess was hoping to make easy money off her looks, until her father croaks. Unfortunately for her, those pretty looks won’t last in this business. Not especially if she’s facing real fucking killers like myself. Heck, even Michael Bishop’s cripple ass would beat her to a fucking pulp. Benson’s out her for wins, isn’t she? And she chose a battle royale of all matches? She could have swapped places with Giovanni to have a better chance of getting her hands on that will. These stupid decisions will only continue to stretch her tenure in the squared circle that I am sure Benson isn’t too happy to do. She clearly hates the business and I heard that she’s got good reasons behind it. People like Bishop, who LOVE fighting for a living struggle to make a mark. Why does Sonya Benson’s entitled ass think she’s got a chance doing something she absolutely loathes? Until she can find a way to appreciate wrestling for what it is, she is NEVER going to hit that 25 win mark.”
As an aspiring women’s wrestler herself, Hana just hated everything about Sonya. From her self-entitlement to the hatred for the business. Hana cracks her knuckles by the mere mention of Sonya’s name which brings a smile to Havoc’s face.
“Calm down, will ya. I think you’ll like the next one on the list. I know you love cats-- Well, meet cat boy! I think he was an idol back in the day! Pretty cool right? Have I told you he’s a cat? I did? Okay. He goes by Malachite Minj. The first time I saw him, I was taken aback. I was wondering why this cat boy is so fucking good at kicking ass! His strikes look lethal, to a normal human being. I am not sure if he’s ever come across a demon but there’s a first time for everything. While it will be an eye-opening experience for him, I am worried that they’re about to call PETA on my ass. This cat is getting thrown around the ring, that you’d think I was a drunk Twitch e-girl.”
Alinity threw her cat for reference's sake.
“Then we’ve got Yuriko… Honestly, I think she’s fantastic. Don’t look at me funny, Hana. This bitch loves to MURDER people. And you know, that’s my fucking language. I will be more than happy to see her bring her favorite weapons to the ring. I would LOVE to see what she’s capable of firsthand! Though, when it comes down to it, while people claim to be deathmatch enthusiasts, I go a step beyond that. I am more of a murder connoisseur. I deal with killing people for fun-- Frankly put, IT IS FUN! Come on! You watch them fucking bleed as their stupid puny lives are hangs in the balance. You get to play God! And while I have my issues with the Gods upstairs, I must say that seeing people take their final breath is fascinating! What? Too weird for you? Don’t worry, Hana. Once you try it, you’ll get HOOKED too. Back to Yuriko-- Yeah, I am going to enjoy killing her. If not at The Crowning then at my own convenience. Either way, I am excited!”
Hana gives Havoc a weird look as Havoc tries to play it off.
“Then we’ve got Nick Danger… He’s a wrestler. That’s about it. Pretty boring if you ask me. Wrestling may be his passion, but not everybody’s meant to be successful at it. Just look at Mike Bishop! Talking about Mike reminded me of the super zoomer, Mikey Hero. When I heard about the year he was born, I asked myself why this kid is out here putting his body on the line instead of cranking ninety’s on Fortnite. Then I found out he actually enjoys Fortnite and that made me want to puke. Is this a fucking supermarket because somebody’s child is definitely lost in the wrong fucking aisle. And he ALSO happens to be a billionaire’s entitled son. Jesus, what’s with these billionaires and their kids these days. Mikey probably saw first aid kits patching bullet holes on Fortnite and took his chances with wrestling. I feel bad for the kid-- He could die. I hope it’s by my hands!”
Havoc talks with a false sense of cheer in his voice as Hana regretfully shakes her head.
“Am I missing somebody? Oh yeah! Mr. Wright! The new Noble Champion. I haven’t congratulated him yet. I am glad I get to personally do so at The Crowning. He happens to be my only other fellow champion in this match-up. You remember Mr. Wright from a couple of weeks ago right? He’s the guy with the IT factor. By that I mean, he’s a clown that likes the taste of kids. Has somebody checked his basement yet? Who knows? Maybe you’ll find Madeleine McCann hanging out with the rest of them. I am not sure if it’s true but I’ve heard that Mr. Wright was in touch with Jefferey Epstein. I am sure he was sad to hear about Ghislaine Maxwell getting locked up. Let’s hope she doesn’t rat him out as she did with Prince Andrew. What? Too on the nose? Fine! I am sure he’s glad that Billy Bennett hasn’t come knocking with the briefcase yet. The Promise Land Playhouse would have been Michael Jackson’s favorite show if he’s still here. Goddammit, I went there again. Sorry, it’s just out of habit. I am sure Wright isn’t a bad guy…”
Havoc lets that statement settle for a while before frantically shaking his head.
“Let’s just say, I wouldn’t particularly trust this man with my child if I had one. No, it’s not a hint Hana. I am not trying to play his games because that’s where he controls the narrative. In the middle of the ring, I doubt that fat fucker could hold a candle to a fucking demon like me. Regardless of how sketchy his whole show is, Wright has proven to be a capable competitor. That’s more than what can be said about A LOT of people in this match. Failed movie stars. Terrible wrestlers. Rookies. Pedos. What a mixed fucking bag to have YOUR TOP FUCKING CHAMPION to take a part in. But I digress. Perhaps, Arik just wanted me to win the crown for the True Society. Billy gets a crown, so why not make it two. On an unrelated note, somebody keep Kyle Valentine and Mikey Hero away from Mr. Wright or they’ll end up in his basement. When I look at that man, I just feel like stomping his head into the canvas until it's mush. I don’t know why I get that sudden urge to hurt Wright. At the same time, he’s the man that intrigues me the most in this match.”
Hana looks worried for Havoc, knowing the creepy background around Mr. Wright.
“What? You look worried. Do you think that fat motherfucker stands a chance against me? Whatever he is-- He’s no demon. He’s just a creep that has somehow gotten a platform that he doesn’t deserve. Also-- OFFICER PAWG?! REALLY?! AND YOU THOUGHT I WAS WEIRD! All these special hoe ass friends he’s got-- They’ve clearly got daddy issues too. No sane individual would want to side with an adult man whose sole passion in life is to befriend little kids. Sorry to all of Michael Jackson’s friends-- Felt like they were being called out. Either way, Mr. Wright is definitely on a fucking register. He’ll make history all right-- But somewhere along the lines of the Epstein’s of this world. I am not trying to play by Mr. Wright’s rules. I am not trying to get caught in his trap. A lot of people consider Fallout like a Prison. Everybody knows what happens to pedophiles in prison right? They get their throat slit. There’s one game I would like to play with Mr. Wright. The game of life… and death. The question is, will he play MY game. Time will tell.”
A twisted demonic smile appears on Havoc’s face as Hana waves her hand to snap him back to reality.
“That’s all of them? Wow-- I really don’t understand why you’re in this match. Is there something worth fighting for at least?”
Hana asked as Havoc’s expression completely flipped.
“Worth fighting for-- THAT’S WHAT I HAVE BEEN ASKING MYSELF! What does the winner even get? A flimsy fucking crown. The real piece of gold that matters is ALREADY around my waist. The Prime Championship dictates that I AM the King. I RUN this fucking show. I hold the top championship. I make the fucking rules. This crown will only add more credence to my words, not that it was ever in doubt. And there’s that other thing you get along with it… The right to be called the Tyrant of Project: Honor. Remind me again what happened to the last guy who won this match? Mr. Legacy himself, Shawn Warstein! His tyranny lasted about a fucking minute, didn’t it? He threw a hissy fit and walked away because he just wasn’t fit for the title that he was handed. A true Tyrant is one that rules with an iron fist. A tyrant is one who brings MISERY to all of his opponents. I already tick ALL of those fucking boxes. At this point, I am the uncrowned King. The REAL Tyrant of Project: Honor. It’s about time people put respect on my fucking name. I want the WORLD to bow down to me and hail me as a King. That’s how I have always envisioned myself. As a benevolent ruler to those who are loyal to the Kingdom. And a MONSTER to those who stand against it.”
Havoc’s eyes glow crimson red once again.
“So, it’s your match to win. As the Prime Champion, it’s your duty to bring justice to that crown and the title that comes along with it. Clean the fucking Legacy stench from that shit.”
Hana declared to the amusement of Havoc.
“You’re right. I AM going to win this match. I AM going to make it worth my time. These people have doubted the legitimacy of my title reign simply because of stupid interferences that don’t even amount to much. Fine. Since the rest of the True Society is busy in other endeavors, I will take one for the team and get that win for us. The crown will be mine. The era of the Nightmare King has only begun. The tyranny shall follow suit. The world will come to respect me. They will LEARN to fear me. They will OBEY the orders of their King. Speaking of my loyal subjects….”
Havoc looks around the household before calling out for his followers.
“MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS! JOIN ME AT THIS MOMENT!”
He proclaimed with his hands spread out as his followers begin to pour into the room.
“Jada Blaire-- The Witch Mistress of the Ashes, she has fallen victim to the system. Her mind was corrupted by the mortal sins of humanity as lust and greed got better of her. But we shall not forget her countless contributions to our cause. Tonight, we respect the fallen soldier. Jada Blaire, may she rest in peace. For the real Jada that we all knew is dead. She will never be walking down these halls ever again.”
There’s a little bit of sorrow in Havoc’s voice as he talks about Jada.
“Rest in Piss Bozo. We out here”
Hana declared as the crowd erupted in cheers. Havoc shrugs it off and celebrates with his people as they chant for him.
“ALL HAIL THE NIGHTMARE KING! LONG MAY HE REIGN”
Fade to black
