Post by Havoc on Mar 1, 2022 21:28:44 GMT -5
Off Record
The scene begins at the Christopher Sabertooth household as Chris is seen watching old clips of his early wrestling career, reminiscing over that period in his life where things were easier. Didn’t have to care about the world or what they thought about him. Nowadays, everybody has an opinion. And they’ll make sure to let you know how they feel through social media.
A faint smirk appears on his face as he stares at a young Christopher Sabertooth making his mark in the world of pro wrestling when suddenly a loud thud catches his attention. Chris is startled and calls out for Hana to check if it was her to no response. He cautiously makes his way around the living room, checking for any intruders. But all the points of entry seem to be intact. He continues upstairs and enters his room when another sound catches him by surprise. And it happens to be coming from the same room.
Afraid of what he might find, Chris is taking his time with every step. The sound is seemingly coming out of the mirror. Chris realizes what it possibly could be as he is hesitant to look into the mirror. But he builds up courage and steps up to his demons, finding Havoc with a devious smile on his face staring back at him.
“I always hope that you’d be happy to see me one day.”
Havoc joked looking at Sabertooth’s expression.
“How does it feel to be a King?”
Havoc questioned Sabertooth knowing full well that he doesn’t feel fulfilled knowing that the demon inside of him played an important part in his success.
“Cat got your tongue? Come on now. Isn’t it what you always wanted? To be respected as a wrestler. To make your name around the world. You’ve done that! Why aren’t you happy?”
Sabertooth drooped his head low avoiding eye contact with the demon.
“Give me one good reason for why I should be happy? Every day I am reminded that everything that I have achieved is because of you.”
“You still haven’t figured it out, have you? Did you never wonder why I chose you? Out of everybody in this world I could have taken over, I chose a skinny white boy from Aberdeen. Think about it.”
Havoc creates doubt in Sabertooth’s mind, who slowly looks up in confusion.
“What are you talking about? You chose me because I was weak. You came into my life when I was the most vulnerable. If I had a chance, I would do EVERYTHING to skip over this period of my life. To not have you ruin everything for me. I would love to be myself, Havoc. Not a fucking demon!”
Chris lets his frustrations out to the amusement of Havoc. He almost breaks into a fit of laughter to the annoyance of Chris.
“Is that what you tell yourself? I guess whatever helps you sleep at night. Didn’t you ever wonder why your father didn’t care about you? You seemingly ignore or blur out memory in your past that sheds light on your relationship. I remember it vividly so it’s surprising that you don’t. Perhaps, you don’t WANT to remember.”
Said Havoc with a twisted smile on his face. With every second, Chris is getting more agitated. Not knowing if this is another one of the demon’s mind games.
“What the fuck are you even talking about?! What memory? My father never wanted me to be a pro wrestler. He never said he was proud of me. Never wanted me to succeed on my own. That’s all there is to it… I don’t know what you’re implying there.”
Havoc is enjoying every second of this.
“Close your eyes, Christopher. Look deep inside you and search for the answers you’re looking for. Search into those repressed memories of yours that hide the truth. Do you remember your first big fight with your father? And I mean… Do you REALLY remember it?”
“How could I ever forget? It was one of the worst days of my life…”
Chris sighed as Havoc tried to play into his emotions. As Chris stares blankly at his reflection, his eyes get foggy. He tries to recollect that day from his memory.
-x-
“What has gotten into you, Chris? Have you lost your damn mind! Ever since I was a little kid, I wanted NOTHING MORE than to represent my country at the highest stage possible. Do not think for a second that I didn’t try! I gave it my all only to meet the harsh reality. There’s only so much hard work can compensate for. You need to be a naturally gifted talent ALONG with being the hardest fucking worker in the room. Talent that I simply did not possess.”
A young Christopher Sabertooth, teary-eyed, tries to fight his emotions as his father gives him a dose of reality.
“And then you come along, with a God-given gift for the sport. I was jealous-- I thought it was unfair that my son would have everything that I ever wanted. If you had the drive that I did, you’d be competing for your country right now. It was unfair to me, Chris! But I thought that seeing you succeed at that level would put me at ease. Seeing you win a Gold medal would make me happy. I would live vicariously through you and your success!”
His dad exclaimed as young Chris tried to reason with him.
“What about me… Dad? Do my dreams don’t matter to you? Why does it always have to be about what you wanted? Isn’t that selfish of you? Ever since I was a little kid, O’Shea and I have wanted to become a pro-wrestler. When I see Black Scorpion do his moves in the ring, I see him as a hero. That’s what he is to me and countless others. I want to be like him. I want people to think of me as a hero. I’ve got it in me, dad.”
“Do you? Or are you going to give up the moment things don’t go your way? I speak about my dreams because I sacrificed EVERYTHING for your and our family. I gave up on my fucking dream so that I could put food on the table for us. How DARE you call me selfish! HOW DARE YOU! I work two fucking jobs just so your ungrateful ass can go to college. All I ever wanted from you is to pursue a sport you’re naturally great at. And you would rather do that fake shit in front of fifty people in high school gymnasiums? Is that too much to fucking expect from you after everything I have done to make sure you live a good life? And that O’Shea-- He’s not a good influence.”
Fighting back tears, Chris walks up to his father.
“I thank you for what you’ve done for me. But I don’t think it’s fair that I have to abandon my dreams just because you had to. Aren’t you living a life full of regrets? Why would you want to be as miserable as you are! And don’t you speak on O’Shea. You don’t know him-- He’s got nothing to do with this.”
“What the fuck did you call me? Miserable?”
Chris’s father is taken aback by that comment, trying to suppress his anger behind a burst of fake laughter.
“MAYBE I AM MISERABLE DEALING WITH YOUR FUCKING ASS! I HAVE LOST BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS JUST SO I CAN PROVIDE FOR YOU! So yes-- I DO deserve something in return. You WILL do what I want or you’re not welcome in this household.”
Chris’s dad puts down an ultimatum as a way to change his son’s mind.
“I am sorry, dad. I can’t do that. You may think I am good enough to represent the country but that’s unproven. But there’s one thing I know for certain. I would never be happy doing anything else but pro wrestling. And I value my happiness… All I hoped for was as my father, you would too. But your pride and ambition are bigger than your love for your son. You were a wonderful coach for me, dad. You taught me everything I know about wrestling. But at some point, I wanted my father back. My coach wouldn’t know what’s best for me-- But my father would. And I don’t see him.”
Tears roll down Chris’s face as his father shakes his head.
“Then I suppose you’ve made it clear. You can pack your bags and leave by tomorrow morning.”
“That’s all you have to say?”
Chris asked as his father looked disappointed as ever.
“What else is left to be said?..... I guess there’s one thing I can tell you. I made a promise to your mother that you’d never know about it. But it seems like all promises have been broken today. You’re NOT--”
As those words come out of his father’s mouth, Chris blanks out. The memory gets hazy again and he doesn’t seem to remember what happened after. The words coming out of his father’s mouth are muffled as tears pour down Chris’s face. He drops down to his knee as a familiar voice echoes in his mind.
“Your mind is trying to block this memory yet again. Fight through it, Chris. See the truth for yourself! If I remember what he said then so do you. CONCENTRATE CHRIS!”
Havoc’s voice echoed in his mind as Chris closed his eyes out of fear. A frown appears on his face as Chris is struggling to remember what his father told him that day. Moments pass as Chris keeps rewinding back on that memory. At that very moment. He tries to recollect-- Tries to peek past those painful memories until his dad’s voice is audible.
“You’re NOT my son… You never were. I tried really hard to care for you as my own blood. You can’t say that I didn’t try! I TRIED MY FUCKING HARDEST, CHRIS! But you’re not my blood. I told your mother you would never find this out but there’s no point hiding the truth from you. You were given to us. Ever since you were a little kid, you’ve only caused pain and suffering to your family. Your mother-- REAL mother died giving birth to you. I don’t even know who she was. That’s all I was told. And your father abandoned you.”
Chris is left speechless with every word uttered.
“My wife can’t bear a child. She cried every day when she found that out. I couldn’t see the pain in her eyes and that’s when I found you. I SAVED YOU…And this is what I get in return.”
“You’re lying to me… Dad. That can’t be true. Why would you-- Why would you say something like that?”
There’s a look of regret in his father’s eyes.
“I failed, Chris. I failed as a father. But maybe deep down, I failed because I couldn’t accept you as my own. And for that, I am sorry.”
“N-NO! STOP! YOU’RE LYING! YOU’RE FUCKING LYING!”
“I am sorry.”
“WHY WOULD YOU SAY SOMETHING SO HURTFUL? WHY?!”
Chris is on the verge of breaking down, pulling his hair. Sabertooth starts slamming his fists into the marble floor out of anger. His knuckles are left in a bloody pulp staining the floor as his father urges him to stop. It’s almost like Sabertooth has blacked out, he collapses onto the floor as his father rushes to check on him. His pulse appears to be weak.
We hear an ambulance siren in the background as Chris is being stretchered out as everything fades into the darkness.
-x-
Sabertooth opens his eyes having relived a terrible memory. He appears to be shaken to his core as Havoc salivates at the opportunity presenting itself.
“All these years, you’ve told yourself that your father never cared. You blamed your life choices-- But it was never meant to be. Your real father was an alcoholic who died not too long after your birth. Overdosed on heroin. Or that’s what your foster parents were told. You were not at fault, Chris. You were born to be somebody special and your so-called father was threatened by it. You blacked out that day-- I still remember it. I was worried about you.”
Havoc tried to ease the pain using his words as Sabertooth turns his attention towards the man in the mirror.
“What do you mean you remember it? Stop going through my memories and using that against me.”
“I don’t have to read through your memories, Chris. I was there. I have ALWAYS been there. Since the day you were born. I didn’t choose you, Chris. You chose me. You’re devil incarnate. Son of Satan. You were his seed sent into this world to instill chaos. You’re the monster that you hate. The man that you’re running away from is your own reflection. Christopher Sabertooth is the fallacy, not Havoc. This is who you are. A demon. A monster. A murderer.”
Sabertooth flares with anger at that comment.
“I KNOW THIS IS ALL A TRICK! YOU’RE PLAYING WITH MY MIND-- MAKING ME SEE THINGS THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN. THIS IS ALL A LIE! I KNOW IT! SO STOP! STOP IT NOW!”
Havoc is loving every second of it. His laughter only continues to anger Sabertooth but there’s not much he can do against a demon.
“Come on, Chris. Would I ever lie to you?”
“ABSOLUTELY!”
“Well, just think about it. I just told you the truth about your family. A truth that you had suppressed. Why would I lie to you now?”
“How do I know that you didn’t simply plant this memory in my fucking head to play games with me? I can’t trust you, Havoc. I can’t. Not after everything you’ve done to me.”
“LIKE WHAT? MAKING YOU INTO A WORLD CHAMPION IN EVERY PROMOTION YOU’VE BEEN IN? MAKING YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE? Cause that’s the only thing I’ve ever fucking done to you. I have made you stronger. And now, I am showing you the truth that you’ve always sought after. You should be thanking me-- Or rather, yourself. Because I am you. I have always been inside of you. Not as a split personality. No. You’re a fucking demon spawn. Chris does not exist. He’s a figment of your imagination.”
Chris wants to break the mirror but he stops himself. Instead, he sits cross-legged in front of the mirror.
“Good. Accept the truth for what it is. Even as a kid, you were envious of your friend O’Shea. He had a loving family who supported him through thick and thin. You wanted to be just like him. Have a perfect life. A supportive family that cares about you. So that’s when Christopher Sabertooth of today came into the picture. He’s what you’re always striving to be. A normal human being. But in reality, you’re anything but normal.”
Havoc has a twisted smile on his face as he sees Chris lost in deep thought.
“As a teenager, they thought you and O’Shea were inseparable. It was crazy how similar you were-- Why wouldn’t you be? You modeled your entire personality after the only friend you had as a child. Within months of knowing each other, his words became yours. His dreams were now YOUR dreams. That is right-- The reason you’re a wrestler today is because of him. You absorbed everything you could learn about mankind and created this false personality. Christopher Sabertooth. The prodigal amateur wrestling talent turned pro. You fooled the world, Chris! But you got TOO GOOD at it. To the point that you even fooled yourself. You suppressed your true identity after falling in love with humanity. And somewhere along the lines, you forgot who you were. Until--”
Chris knows exactly what moment Havoc is going to refer. He looks up with dread in his eyes as the demon continues to speak.
“Do you remember that incident, Chris? The turning point in your early life. The incident that led to the death of your best friend. What do you think happened? You claimed your innocence despite all the circumstantial evidence against it. O’Shea believed you though and he died proving your innocence. But hey-- At least you’re a free man.”
“Whatever you’re trying to insinuate, I suggest for your own sake to stop before you say something you’ll regret.”
“Wow! Look at you, Christopher! Threatening me now, is it? How the tables have turned! Spare me with the pointless threats. There’s nothing you can do to me-- Or yourself, for that matter. So, let’s get back to it. What do you remember? Tell me everything.”
-x-
October 2012
The day that changes Sabertooth’s life for the worse. ICPW, a local Aberdeen wrestling promotion was holding their show at the Grays Harbor College Gymnasium. They had managed to sell two hundred tickets, which was huge for that promotion.
With a decent crowd to be expected, Chris Sabertooth, who had proven to be a promising upstart was going to challenge the ICPW Champion, Duncan Gracie. Duncan wasn’t pleased with Sabertooth’s instant rise up the ranks and was against the idea of Chris challenging him for the belt. On the evening of the event, Gracie would try to haze his young opponent to deter him from the company. He wanted to teach Sabertooth a lesson in respect.
Things quickly got heated as Chris was pushed against his ‘99 Toyota Camry, denting it in the process. Duncan would even go as far as to punch Sabertooth, ordering him to no-show tonight’s event. But Chris wasn’t a pushover, he knew lashing out against Duncan would only be used against him. Instead, he would smile and wish Duncan good luck in his match later tonight before heading for the staff entry into the building.
This altercation was witnessed by a couple of other wrestlers participating in the event, which would be used as testimony against Sabertooth.
“What do you see Chris? Walking away from Duncan, eh? Is that all that happened?”
Havoc’s voice echoed in Chris’ mind as an image flashed before his eyes. Chris's eyes were bloodshot red as he walked away from Duncan. Blood was trickling down his nose after the physical altercation, seeing which had riled Chris up. And that’s when everything blacks out. The next thing Chris remembers is being taken into custody for the death of Duncan Gracie. Gracie’s valuables were missing and he had been suffocated to death, with his body left in the driver’s seat of his car.
Chris pleaded his innocence to the authorities as a dejected O’Shea, who had now become a police officer, watched from the sidelines. But Chris finds it odd that he has no recollection of events that transpired between the altercation and his arrest. He tries really hard to remember the events but nothing comes to mind.
The CCTV camera happened to be under maintenance that day and none of the events from the parking lot were captured. All the jury had to go by was witness testimony and DNA found by Gracie’s car. Chris had claimed that it must have happened during their physical altercation and that all shreds of evidence were circumstantial.
“Are you sure about that, Chris?”
Havoc questioned once again as Chris delved deeper into his memory bank.
“What do you think happened when you saw blood pouring down your nose? Do you think you took that well and simply walked away? Or maybe you decided to turn around and do something about it.”
“W-What are you saying! I was proven innocent. They found the real culprit-- THE MAN WHO KILLED O’SHEA! THEY FOUND HIM!”
Chris screamed out loud in his head but Havoc did not appear to be convinced.
“You’re a demon spawn, Chris. Even if the camera was active that day, it wouldn’t have captured anything. You blacked out for a reason-- The moment you saw blood pouring down your nose, something snapped inside of you. For that moment, Chris was nowhere to be found. The REAL you took over. I remember it clear as day. I walked back to that car and punched his teeth out with a single blow. After which, I grabbed him by the throat and choked the life out of him. There was something empowering about having a man’s life in your hands. And it’s exhilarating taking that away from them in an instant. I watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and I kept on choking till I couldn’t feel his pulse any longer. He struggled-- But what good was a man to a demon. Duncan had disrespected you-- How could you let that go?”
Havoc’s words send chills down his spine.
“That is ridiculous! I was acquitted of all charges. The real murder confessed to his crimes. This is a lie! I know you’re lying to me.”
Chris’s voice was shaking. He was struggling to get words out of his mouth after the accusations made by Havoc.
“Am I though? The man that they caught-- The man who killed O’Shea was a street thug. He had in fact stolen Duncan’s wallet and phone that day… Thinking that Duncan had passed out in the driver’s seat, it was an easy steal. Doing that also left DNA evidence inside the car. Don’t forget that this man had just killed a cop. His sentence wasn’t getting any lighter regardless of Duncan’s murder or not. He knew he was never getting out of there. Might as well take credit for other crimes to add to his reputation inside the penitentiary.”
“STOP… I CAN’T. NO. STOP IT! THAT IS NOT POSSIBLE. I-I couldn’t have done something like that. That is terrible… Please. Don’t say anything else. I beg of you.”
Sabertooth was uncontrollably weeping as Havoc’s words echoed in his mind. He closed his eyes once again trying to recollect what had happened that day.
And what he saw-- was his worst nightmare. Chris with bloodshot eyes and a nasty snarl on his face lets out a grunt before storming his way back to Duncan. And just as Havoc described it, he chokes the life out of Duncan who puts on a commendable fight. But the strength of the demon was too much to overcome. There was a dastardly smile on his face as he watched Duncan’s soul leave his body.
With that, we come back to the present day. Chris is inconsolable after finding out the truth. Havoc almost feels guilty looking at how Chris was taking it all.
“I don’t hate you, Chris. Well, that would be hating myself. This fake personality that you put on made you happy. It made ME happy. I was more than ready to let the demon inside of you fade away as a distant memory while you navigate through your life as a regular human being. What I hadn’t anticipated for-- Was O’Shea’s death. Irreparable damage was done to the Chris I knew. The man you modeled yourself after was gone. It left a hole in your mind and the demon inside of you started leaking out. I had been dormant for a long time, Chris. I was happy with that. But after O’Shea’s death, it became difficult for you to live that lie. That’s why Havoc came into your life. I am you. The REAL you. And that’s the truth.”
Chris nearly collapses down to the floor. His face has turned red after crying his heart out. If this was the truth, then his whole life had been a lie. And that was something he struggled to accept.
“Why are you telling me this? Why now?”
Chris had his reasons to doubt every word coming out of Havoc’s mouth.
“Because it’s getting worse every day, Chris. I have to hear about how you’re fucked in the head. That the demon isn’t real. When deep down, being Christopher Sabertooth makes you human. And these same people CONTINUE to try stealing that away from you. Try bringing you down. I hid the truth because it could have lasting consequences. Maybe Chris would be gone forever. But it’s about time you accept yourself for who you are. I love Hana just as much as you. I care for her and I want the best for her.”
“And if everything works out, nothing will change apart from the fact that you now know who you are. Your humanity was our greatest strength and our biggest weakness. The fact that you could turn your life around and not conform to the duties that were placed upon your shoulder when you were sent to this world is empowering. But at the same time, people took advantage of your humanity. They made you feel the pain that you didn’t deserve. Everything that you ever cared for kept getting stolen from you. And now, they want to do it again.”
Chris didn’t understand what Havoc meant by that.
“You look confused… What I am trying to say is that they’re sending a crackwhore to steal the Prime Championship away from you. At the same time, they’re telling Hana to distance herself from you. From Havoc. That nothing good can come out of this relationship. This world is working against you to take everything away ONCE AGAIN! And as long as you give humanity a chance, they will exploit your weakness. It’s time we do things OUR way. If we were sent to this planet for burning it to the ground, then that’s what we shall do. To make sure nobody ever steals from us again. Hana will always be yours. The championships you treasure today-- belong to YOU.”
“YOU are Havoc. YOU are the demon. I am simply a voice of reason in your mind, there to remind you of your true self. There’s no point in having a hole in your heart, Christopher. Humanity should pay the price for its crimes against the world. You’ve given them a lot of chances already. They are simply irredeemable.”
Chris sulks down to the floor, still sobbing away as he hears Havoc speak his supposed truth.
“You will ALWAYS be a monster in the eyes of society. We’ve seen an example of that already in OWA. They will never let you live it down. There’s no point in holding back anymore. There’s no point in being Christopher Sabertooth. Let go of your past. Embrace the reality. They called you The Nightmare Tyrant… They haven’t tasted an OUNCE of tyranny just yet. The previous cunt to take that name was a disappointment. You have a lot to make up for. If you don’t believe me, all I ask in return is to put away Chris as you did with Havoc before for the majority of your life. The world shall know pain. If a monster-- a villain is what they want? Let’s play into that narrative and give them somebody that they can REALLY hate. It’s time for you to conquer this world and bring everybody down to their knees BEGGING for mercy. They don’t deserve the kindness in your heart. It’s time to wake up, King.”
Chris looks into the mirror as tears start rolling down his face. He doesn’t see Havoc in the reflection. He sees O’Shea. The kind soul he wanted to be like. The tears pouring down his face melts the façade that he had put on for all his life. Christopher Sabertooth looks in the mirror once again and finds himself starting at Havoc. The face paint is exposed underneath the tears rolling down his cheek. The man watches his humanity die in front of him as the demon we call Havoc is now in full view. Sabertooth desperately tires hanging on to his mortal identity but his actions have led him down this path.
Now, he has to be the monster that he was born to be. The demon spawn. The Son of Satan. Hell’s answer to humanity's greed. From being teary-eyed to bursting into uncontrollable laughter, Christopher Sabertooth had died. Havoc had embraced the truth. He was the chosen one. The man to bring this world to ruins. To add to the misery in people’s lives. He embraces the man in the mirror, for its reflection never lied. The demon he saw was the man he truly was. And now, there was no reason for him to be human. If he had to save Hana-- If he had to save his titles, he had to dig deep into what made him a monster.
For years Chris had wondered about the origins of Havoc, and now the truth was in front of him. He was hurting inside but the pain was something he was willing to bear and reciprocate exponentially onto the people-- the SOCIETY that had wronged him. Whether Havoc was telling the truth-- Only time would tell. But one thing was for sure…
“The Tyranny of The Nightmare King has just begun”
-x-x-
The following is a PSA on substance abuse as part of the Anti-Drug program in Project: Honor.
“Hi! I'm Christopher Sabertooth but you can call me Havoc! Project: Honor has given me this time to talk about something we both really care about. Kids. Kids are the reason Project: Honor sponsors the "Get it straight" program, a national drug awareness effort. Think about this, many of you using drugs out there now, are under 18. Do you realize that at 18 you have lived only 1/4 of your life? When using drugs, you're only cheating yourself out of the chance to find out who you really can be, and believe me, if you don't use drugs, you can be just about anything you think you can be. Listen, you got at least 3/4 of your life to go, that's three more lifetimes to you, so don't blow it, don't do drugs, if you're doing it, stop it, get some help. Project: Honor wants you to give yourself a chance, a chance to find out all the wonderful things you really can be. And so do I… Or else, you’ll end up like the crackwhore Billy Bennett! NOBODY wants to be like Billy Bennett!”
Havoc delivers the powerful message perfectly framed at the center of the TV screen. Wearing a fancy suit and tie, he has a constant smile on his face, yet he spoke with authority on the matter.
“To commemorate this powerful message, us folks at Project: Honor have prepared a song. Do not mute your TV screens! Lil Petey had NOTHING to do with this. The corporate suits were kind enough to spare your ears today! Enjoy! And don’t forget--- Do NOT do drugs.”
A fast-paced guitar riff starts playing in the background with drums to follow. “Say no to Drugs” written in red flashes all over the TV screen as Havoc is seen playfully dancing around with a microphone in hand.
“When the going gets tough and you’ve turned into a joke
Don’t go to a junkie with some buck and ask for some coke!
That shit is addicting as fuck and your body will be sore
So don’t be like Billy, or you’ll turn into an ugly crackwhore!!”
The chorus kicks in.
“Don’t be like Billy! Yeah! Don’t be like Billy!
With drugs in your system, you’ll look very silly
Only one step away from being a stinky hillbilly
Don’t be like Billy! Yeah! Don’t be like Billy!”
The second verse kicks in.
“She’s unhinged beyond repair and a problem to society
She looks tough only when she ain’t struggling with sobriety!
She’s got ten wins in a row and that makes her a threat
So put your fingers up in the air and say fuck Billy Bennett!!
Don’t be like Billy! Yeah! Don’t be like Billy!
Cause doing drugs will make you look very silly
With or without, Billy’s just ugly really
So don’t be like Billy! Yeah! Don’t be like Billy!”
As the song comes to an end, a spotlight appears over Havoc as he hits the high notes.
“Cause at the end of the daaaaay…
Doing drugs is baaaaaad…
At the rate she’s goiiiiin’
Billy is pretty much deaaaaaaaaad
But who the fuck cares!”
“Thank you! Thank you! So remember kids, if you don’t want to end up like a stupid crackhead junkie who can’t control her vices, say no to drugs! Stop it. Get some help.”
The curtains draw as the scene comes to an end.
-x-
“Tonight in an all-new Dr. Hil episode, a junkie gone wild. She has been parading around the city STEALING from people without showing any signs of remorse. Will Dr. Hil be able to bring her back to her senses? Or will she face the consequences of her actions? Find out today!”
After the introduction from the narrator, the theme song for the show hits right on cue.
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The camera pans around the studio as the audience applauds the arrival of Dr. Hil. Or in other words, Havoc without his paint on and in a white wig. Havoc waves at the audience as the camera pans around to reveal their happy faces. They’re so fucking happy and not held at gunpoint. Like for sure. Havoc takes center stage in front of the giant monitor as the applause dies down.
“For about 25 years, Willy Tennett has been a menace to society. Willy is a rowdy, unruly, crass-- pardon my language, But she’s a bitch! No really. Her father was no good either. A criminal mastermind coming out of the sewers, Willy’s stench has sullied the sanctity of her neighborhood. And if that wasn’t enough, Willy snorts a whole lotta coke!”
The crowd boos in response to the image of Willy Tennett on the giant monitor. Definitely not sharing any resemblance to Project: Honor’s Billy Bennett. That would be crazy!
“Tonight, we’ve got plenty of neighbors here to set the record straight. Let’s have a look!”
The feed transfers to the monitor as we see highlights of Willy Tennett breaking into her neighbor's houses after snorting multiple lines of crack. We see interviews with the neighbors as the first man pops in.
Wade Hassle
“I was rather welcoming Willy initially. Not just me-- We added her to our Whatsapp group! That’s an honor around these parts. But there was also something peculiar about Willy. Apart from all the gang bangs and drug-fueled parties taking place in our neighborhood, Willy was a kleptomaniac. It’s like things just can’t get worse. How is she a junkie who ALSO steals?! She broke into my house and stole a very valuable piece of Fengshui. It was a gift from a very NOBLE man and Willy didn’t hesitate to take that away from me. I asked her to return it and Willy simply showed me the middle finger WHILE smoking a crackpot. The audacity on this motherfu--”
The feed cuts off as another neighbor appears on the monitor.
Certificate
“Hi my name is Charles Maxwell Ervine but people call me Certificate. Why? Don’t ask. I liked Willy. Or at least, I tried. I heard about her antics from Wade but I thought that was hilarious. So I gave her another chance but oh boy, did I come to regret it. Do you know what the worst thing is? She kicked me while I was down. Just days prior to the incident, some masked asshole straight out of a batman movie, broke into my house and stole stuff from me. My security system hasn’t been the best and perhaps it was my fault telling Willy that in confidence. Imagine my shock when I see Willy walking out of my house with my damn briefcase! I told her that it was really valuable and that if somebody was planning to rob my house, they should definitely pick that up. But I didn’t think she’d actually do it! What a bitch! I want my briefcase back, Willy! WILLY! GIVE IT BACK! WI--”
The feed cuts off once again as the last neighbor appears on the monitor screen.
Clarissa Graze
She is seen weeping her heart out, blowing her nose, before realizing that the camera was on her. Immediately wiping away her tears and fixing her makeup, she stares directly into the camera.
“Hi, it’s Clarissa. I’ve recently moved into the neighborhood. People had warned me about Willy but she just seemed like a nice lady. So I was having my cuckold husband watch as my boyfriend and his ex came around, we were having a great ass time! I was getting all the attention and praises from everybody, it made me feel special. But then I caught Willy looking over the fences, not minding her own business. I tried to shoo her over but instead, she broke into my house and STOLE the gift my boyfriend had got for me! And if that wasn’t enough, she also stole my boyfriend’s ex! Like really! She just picked her up and walked out of the house. I couldn’t believe it! I don’t deserve this! Please, somebody! Tell me I don’t deserve this.”
The feed returns back to the studio as Dr. Hil aka Havoc is seen shaking his head.
“What a despicable little cunt. Speaking of which, please welcome Willy Tennett!”
The boos pour in as Willy walks out of the backstage area and joins Dr. Hil on the stage. She shakes his hand before taking a seat. In response to this, Dr. Hil is seen sanitizing his hands before taking a seat opposite her. Willy is peculiarly dressed terribly, with visible stains on her shirt. Her hair is undone. Willy just looks like a mess.
“So, Willy. Why are you such an irredeemable cunt? Is it the drugs?”
Dr. Hil comes along with hard-hitting questions.
“I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong.”
The response garners further boos from the audience as Dr. Hil signals them to quiet down.
“That’s the problem, Willy. You don’t see anything wrong with your behavior. You have been tormenting your neighbors without any good reason for your actions. It all just seems drug motivated to me. Is this how you pay for your addiction? Stealing from the unsuspecting people around you? For shame, Willy! For shame!”
Dr. Hil gets cheers for publicly shaming his guest for tonight.
“I don’t care about your opinion! Heck, I am 10 and 0.”
“In what regard, Willy?”
“What’s so difficult to understand? I am 10-0 in assaulting and stealing from people around my neighborhood.”
“Why would you publicly admit that?”
“You literally showed the world a video of me smoking a crackpot. I think we’ve gone past that point.”
“Fair enough. But you’re still a fucking bitch, Willy. Look at Wade’s innocent face. He wouldn’t hurt a fly but you stole his Noble Fengshui. And the briefcase from Charles-- I am sorry, Certificate. Weird name. As for Clarissa-- Eh, she deserved it. You’ve got a pass for that one. But the fact of the matter is, you’ve not been minding your damn business. Willy, you can smoke as much crack cocaine you want in your personal space-- But don’t bring that crackwhore energy to the innocent people around you. They don’t want to associate with a fuck up like yourself. It doesn’t matter what kind of success you’ve found in these illegal activities. I am airing you out for the world to see. They need to realize that giving Willy Tennett attention is what drives her. She lives off that shit. Ain’t that right, bitch?”
Willy shrugs in acknowledgment.
“I swear, people these days make it so clear they have daddy issues. I am sorry but we don’t care about your deadbeat father…. What? Did I read it wrong? Oh. Dead… Dead father. Well, the sentiment remains the same! I know being a drug addict is time-consuming and all but a shower wouldn’t hurt ya! Or at least the people around you. We’ve already had four people pass out in the front row. So, you potentially got into drugs after seeing your father die. It’s like the show Euphoria, but with ugly people and real consequences. I hate that show for glamorizing drug addicts like it’s a fashion statement. People like you are setting a wrong example for the youth. What do you have to say for yourself, Willy?”
Dr. Hil questioned with sincerity as once again the cheers pour in.
“I am 10-0 I’ll have you know! I am not going down to an old man like you. Tonight, I’ll make that shit 11-0. You’re not my father…”
“Cause he’s dead.”
“I GET IT, ALRIGHT! I am not going to stop because you said so. Willy does what Willy wants. I am about to make this PRIMEtime show mine. What will you do about it? Kick me out! Please, I have been fighting all my life. I will do it again. Bring it, old man!”
Dr. Hil lets out a sigh shaking his head to Willy’s response. Willy squares up to fight Dr. Hil who simply turns around and presses a button. Security rushes in and contains the erratic behavior of Willy Tennett, who is seen throwing a tantrum to the dismay of the audience.
“I really thought I could get through-- But Willy seems like a lost cause. I have no choice but to put this bitch down.”
“11-0 OLD MAN! Wait… put me down?”
“Security. Shut this ungrateful bitch up.”
The camera slowly pans around towards Dr. Hil as we hear gunshots fire in the background. The audience can be seen screaming in panic as blood splatters all around the stage, including the face of Dr. Hil, who continues on without blinking an eye.
“This is why you don’t do drugs, kids! Trust me, I did the world a favor by finally shutting up this cunt. Well, words couldn’t get to Willy but bullets sure did. The neighborhood can take a sigh of relief as Willy will not be a problem any longer. Tune in next time when we talk to Clarissa’s boyfriend, Grayson Short, about his erectile dysfunction and its consequences. That’s all folks!”
Dr. Hil takes a Glock out of his suit and fires in Willy’s direction as the horror of the live audience drowns out the speakers as we fade to black.
-x-x-
At The Crowning II, Havoc made true of his promise and earned himself a crown and the title of a Tyrant. Being the Prime Champion, he had a large target on his back with everybody gunning to take him out. In the end, he prevailed by throwing out Michael Bishop, Brandon Hendrix, and Sonya Benson all by himself to earn the crown that he had been aching for.
He felt disrespected when Billy Bennett had bested the rest of the True Society in a Throne of Blood match. He was well aware that she had been parading around like a Queen. But her crown was nothing but paper to the one that Havoc had earned by winning the Casino Battle Royale. Between the two of them, only Havoc’s crown was worth acknowledging and he made sure his followers knew of that.
The crowd’s murmurs turn into silence as Havoc walks into their line of sight. There’s an iron throne placed on a pedestal as Havoc approaches it in stride. With the crown over his head and the Prime Championship wrapped around his waist, he commands authority amongst his people who have put their trust in their leader to take them to newer heights.
Havoc signals for his followers to take a seat before carefully taking his place on the throne.
“My people, I have gathered you around today for a reason. While I am sure you’re pleased to see your MESSIAH be acknowledged by the world as a KING, my coronation was not why you’re here. There is something that I need everyone to know. There’s a bleak possibility that your King might not have his piece of gold in a week’s time. I am about to do something that you probably did not expect. I am here to declare that Billy Bennett is a real threat to our movement. While she may appear harmless at a glance, Billy has quickly established herself as a credible threat. Ten matches. Two titles and a briefcase that could lead to more. She has made history in Project: Honor by achieving things that have taken bums like Angelo Caito YEARS to do. And even then, her accomplishments far surpass that of anybody else. And that is in her rookie year. Imagine the potential she can have as a warrior.”
“Don’t look confused. I have every intention to win at Fallout. I have every intention to hurt Billy Bennett beyond repair. But I would be stupid to not admire her handiwork. To the naked eye, she might even appear to be a mole in the True Society working to tear it apart from the inside. And that’s what confuses me. It’s clear that Billy respects Andrew Holt for his contributions to this company and to Billy’s career. After all, he’s the one who scouted her and brought her in. He helped her channel her craziness into something productive. A career in kicking ass. Now. some of you might call her instant rise to the top lucky. Or perhaps, she was the chosen warrior that Andrew Holt had in mind while creating the True Society. After all, she put the gold in the Golden Society.”
Havoc pauses, looking at the Prime Championship wrapped around his waist.
“If I am being honest, I was hoping that Jason Long would be the one to take me down. After all, I have committed a large portion of my life making sure that he’s ready to be the King as he once foolishly claimed to be. And if the past couple of weeks is any indication, Jason has failed me once again. He was on the brink of proving me right. He was almost primed and ready to be the ruler that he was prophesied to be. And yet, there’s nothing but disappointment when I talk about Jason Long. To the point that I don’t feel he’s EVER going to be ready to take the mantle of the Messiah. To lead the Ashes into a new era. A new world.”
There’s a clear sense of disappointment in Havoc’s voice when talking about his protegee.
“And that’s when Billy comes in. In a short amount of time, she has managed to do what Jason hasn’t been able to do thus far. Push me to be better. Some of you may be aware that my origin was made known to me. I no longer have to weigh into the weaknesses humanity had instilled inside of me. And there’s a reason behind that change. I feel that I am ready to rule. I feel that I have earned my stripes over my time. But people continue to doubt me. Billy will play an important role in changing that narrative. How? By shooting down a rising star. I am sure Billy wants to outdo Jason in every way by becoming a Triple Crown champion in record time. And while that does sound like an intriguing prospect, it would come at my expense.”
Havoc lets out a heavy sigh.
“Despite how disrespectful Billy has been over the months that have passed, I do respect her. In fact, I acknowledge her to be WORTHY of one day being a ruler just like me. Yes, she has a crown of her own. But that crown is nothing but paper to the one I possess. And I am NOT talking about the one over my head. Being the Prime Champion puts me at the very TOP of the list. While I’m honored to be granted the title of The Tyrant of Project: Honor, it simply does not satisfy the itch. Even now they’re plenty of people that throw mud at me by undermining my opponents at The Crowning. They believe that I chose an easy fight by going against career journeymen like Brandon Hendrix and Michael Bishop. Don’t get me wrong-- They’re warriors in their own right. But they’re not me. They don’t have what it takes to be someone like me. Or to a certain degree, someone like Billy Bennett.”
“While I acknowledge her vigor. Her tenacity. Her playful charm. Her relentlessness. Her proficiency. At the end of the day, she’s a human being. And like any other flawed human, she has her own vices. Whether that be Ketamine or Herion. In a drug-fueled bender, Billy has somehow managed to pull her life together and find success like never seen before. I thought that True Society was about setting the right example in this world. We don’t stand for injustice-- But we don’t stand with the inherent vices that continue to plague humanity. Billy is the poster child of drug abuse.”
“In her drug-induced craziness, she’s managed to put down lesser men who never stood a chance to the unpredictability that comes along with the package. But why would Project: Honor or Andrew Holt, in particular, want to fund her addiction? No matter how good she does, Billy is walking down a path of self-destruction. I would make a threat to her life but that crazy bitch tries to kill herself every single day through a needle or a puff of smoke. One wrong dose and she would be in the cemetery along with her father. Or some marshy dump in Everglades. I would assume Billy would rather have the latter for how carefree she truly is in life. And that’s what makes her such a threat. Somebody who has never cared for themselves-- They’re operating every day with nothing to lose. If they die, oh well. That’s something that you don’t see very often.”
There’s a faint smirk on Havoc’s face as he talks about Billy.
“Perhaps it was the death of her father or a life of crime that pushed her to be so self-destructive. The world celebrates when Billy Bennett wins another match and secures her legacy. But what good is it if at any given moment we could find her dead in the sewers with a needle stuck up her ass? Bennett is a burden, not only to the True Society but to everybody around her. We already know how crazy Savannah Andrews can get and to have someone like Billy in her life will only push her further down into the darkness. Savannah is clearly hurting and desperate to be loved-- to be cared about.”
“And while Billy seemingly does tick those boxes, imagine the plight on Savannah when she finds her best friend dead in her arms, with froth in her mouth. Imagine how painful that would be for her? Who knows, that might lead her into committing acts that she would go on to regret. Is that fair to someone like Savannah? I know that Billy only cares about others at the surface level-- Deep down, she’s only in it for herself and the thrill that this journey brings her. She’s a junkie looking for her next high.”
“I don’t think it’s fair to the people that actually care about Billy-- Maybe that’s Savannah. Heck, you can add Holt to the mix. Or even her brothers! Billy selfishly lives her life and one day it will be the death of her. How could she be so selfish? How could she not care about the people that she hurts along the way? But that seems to be the trend with her, isn’t it? Beating Slade for the Noble Championship. A title seemingly cursed never to see a successful defense. Now undergoing a makeover something straight out of The Riddler’s playbook. Or Syndicate, who she kicked while he was at his worst. Ozymandias ROBBED him of the Legacy Championship which he would go on to vacate anyway. Ozy joins the list with Jason and Bishop as men who continue to disappoint me.”
“The Ultimate Briefcase was Syndicate’s pride and joy and she didn’t hesitate to take that away from him. Now, that man has nothing. As his career continues to spiral out of control, Billy talks to him in such a condescending manner. I am surprised that Syndicate still hasn’t taken action over Billy’s behavior towards him. Perhaps, being a masochist is his kink seeing how he continues to get humiliated and hurt along the way.”
“But I have to commend him for getting the victory for True Society when, surprise surprise, Billy nearly cost us with her constant bickering with Slade. She continues to burn bridges with little to no consequence. If I were her, I’d be confident too. It’s about time somebody brings her down to size. Not that you could get any smaller than Billy. Feisty nevertheless.”
Havoc lets out a chuckle but instantly backtracks the moment his followers join him in the action, stunning them into silence with his mere gaze.
“The True Society has suffered plenty at the hands of Billy Bennett. I know she’s hellbent on self-destruction but it’s clear she intends to take the True Society down to the grave with her. And I can’t let that happen. Especially during times like these when Arik Holt’s future is in jeopardy. Holt let himself get played by Indy Darling and Lil Petey of all people. And don’t even remind me about Christian DeMarco. I have always been a vocal detractor against Christian who showed clear signs of favoritism for the chosen few. Explain to me why Jason had one defense in the long-ass reign that he had? DeMarco was protecting him and the moment he was taken out of the picture, I took the Prime Championship for myself.”
“It’s clear the DeMarco and Indy do not plan on rewarding the True Society for the chaos instilled in the company over the past couple of months. In fact, they’re adding fuel to the fire by having Billy and I fight to unify our championships. They are aware of the fact that tensions are rising in the True Society camp, especially with Billy Bennett around. They want to stoke that fire until everything bursts into flames. I simply cannot let that happen. While Syndicate and Slade were unable to bring Billy back to her senses, I take it upon myself to cure her. The constant deep dive into self-destruction that Billy indulges in HAS to end. I don’t care if the drugs numb her pain and take away the sadness. I have been broken before. You have to rebuild from the ground up. A simple bandage can only act as a temporary fix. Drugs are her bandage. This is the time where all of us have to unite and bring down the system that has been orchestrated to watch us fail.”
Havoc has a serious look on his face as he talks about what transpired at the end of The Crowning II.
“Under Darling and DeMarco the company had proven to reward mediocrity seeing how that despicable talentless cunt like Lil Petey can even fathom calling himself a former Grand Champion. Official or not, bums like Petey should not be entertained. And now I have to deal with that daft cunt being at the helm of the ship? This is fucking BULLSHIT! All of this is just to put an end to the True Society. It’s funny because they talked a big fight. They wanted to take us down on the battlefield. And when they failed, they relied on loopholes to fuck us over. Indy and DeMarco simply proved our point! This system is built to not have people like us succeed. And when the tables were turned, there are loopholes set in stone to make sure that the corporate suits get their chairs back.”
Havoc has a look of disgust on his face.
“How pathetic. And now Billy Bennett has been chosen as the architect of the True Society’s downfall. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that she was on Indy Darling’s payroll all along. After all, a junkie answers to the highest bidder. But I am going to give her the benefit of the doubt. Don’t question my reasoning. I know that Billy is a flawed human being but she’s clearly misguided. The death of her father pushed her to be this vagrant hillbilly living off paychecks to find her latest drug fix. I feel like I can help Billy. I had every intention of hating her. I wanted to kill this bitch for the disrespect thrown my way. But what’s the point? She’s a capable soldier that we could still make use of. The only thing that changes is that we burst the bubble around her. Bring her back to reality. Show her that her actions have real and painful consequences. Billy NEEDS to lose. She NEEDS to be humbled.”
Havoc has a look of urgency on his face.
“Feeding her ego only plays further into the addiction. Frankly, I do not want somebody as capable as Billy Bennett to go to waste. A Prime Championship win is just another high that won’t last. I urge her brothers to get hold of their sister and try to talk some sense into her. I don’t care if they’re criminals. We all have our skeletons hidden in the closet. Do right by your family. That’s what I intend to do. True Society may be a dysfunctional family at best, but it’s a family nevertheless. I can’t see it fall apart because of an obvious ploy at the hands of Indy Darling, Lil Cunty, and Christian DeMarco.”
“Because frankly put, I don’t know WHAT will happen if I were to lose my prized possession. The Prime Championship means EVERYTHING to me. And Billy, while a piece of gold might not hold as much value to you-- Made clear when you abandoned the Noble Championship at the Golden Rush-- It has immense value to me and my movement. Being under the champion’s spotlight gives me the platform to speak my truth. If you don’t care about the gold-- And if you’re genuinely concerned about Holt and True Society’s future, then I suggest that you make the right decision. Do not put up a fight. It’s a battle of attrition in which a mere human could never outlast me. No matter how many times you kick me down… I’ll stand back up.”
Havoc tries to reason with a crazy bitch. Perhaps, not his best idea. But a shot he was willing to take.
“You won’t win at Fallout, Billy. I will unify the Prime and Ascension Championships. Which is fair cause the stench of the Grand Wizard Robi Sorrenson is a bit hard to wash off. What’s with that title and its history of having musty ass bitches hold it? Either way, the Ascension title served its purpose. It’s time that you finally do right by the True Society. The future of that group hangs by a thread in our hands. It’s on us to make sure we survive. It’s on us to make sure that we DESTROY Darling and DeMarco. I am not reaching out to Billy as her King. I am not asking her to bow down for me. I see Billy as my equal. But that’s not how Billy sees me. If the drugs won’t kill her, her hubris certainly will.”
“She’s not smoking on any packs-- it’s the crack talking. While her success has fueled her delusion, it is my duty as a fellow True Society member to show her the reality that she tries so hard to stray away from. I looked in the mirror recently and I came to terms with who I am. So, here’s my message to Billy. Stop hiding from the mirror. While what you see might scare you, it’s the harsh dose of reality that has been missing from your life. I will commend you for the amazing run you’ve had. Ten wins with no misses. It’s impressive considering everybody you’ve beaten before. A list that includes me as well, no matter the stipulation. But this fight is different. My prized possession is on the line. And Billy Bennett will not pull off the heist of the century. The cinderella-on-crack run comes to an end. 10-1. That’s what awaits her.”
Havoc gets off his throne and looks around at his people.
“My dear followers, I have embarked down a road not taken. All I wish from you is to follow me through these trenches and help me navigate out of them. I am not ashamed to say that I need your help. Each and every one of you. I am sure Billy will be ready for a fight. That bitch couldn’t care less about her life, she will be going for the jugular. I want to see this world burn and I won’t go down without witnessing it come to fruition. I HELPED pave the way for the True Society. I held down the ship when everybody else failed. This is just a match for her. But this-- It is EVERYTHING for me.”
“I won’t be another stat pad for that crazy bitch to brag about. I won’t let her condescendingly talk down to me as she has done with Sydney. I won’t be just another number in Billy Bennett’s rise to the top. Instead, I’ll be the one in 10 and 1. The Tyranny has only begun! How could I let a no-good, self-destructive piece of fucking shit burn down everything that I have built in a matter of moments? No. Billy Bennett will fall. And her fall will be well documented.”
A twisted smirk appears on Havoc’s face as his followers cheer him on.
“For somebody who doesn’t give a shit, Billy Bennett does talk a whole lot. What goes around, comes around. She has escaped consequences so far. And now they’ve caught up to her. You can’t run away from it as you have before. You can’t hide either. This is a fight where one of us will inevitably be hurt beyond repair. Whether that be physically or mentally. While I would have loved to avoid this situation, this is Billy’s doing. And now, it will be her undoing. Fallout under DeMarco may claim the arrival of a new era. But that won’t be in regards to the Prime Championship.”
“Now that I have taken my rightful place as The Tyrant. There’s only one obstacle in my way that dares to challenge my authority. And when she’s out of the picture, there will be nobody who can stop me. I will rule with an iron first and personally carry out the destruction of Project: Honor. What DeMarco and Darling did was the last straw that broke the camel’s back. If Arik Holt can’t stand up for himself and the True Society… Then I will. I will lead by example and bring us out of the murky waters. And if that means I have to leave Billy Bennett behind-- Then so be it. She’s used to being knee-deep in swamp anyway.”
Havoc appreciates the support his followers were showing him.
“So! There’s only one question left to be asked. Will you accompany me on my journey?! Will you help me bring out a change in this world that we can be proud of? Will you help me put an END to everybody that stands against me? WILL YOU?”
The crowd unanimously cheers in acknowledgment of their Messiah.
“Then help me bring tyranny down to Project: Honor! The previous cunt wasn’t worthy of this title. Just like all the other blemishes in the history of this company, I will wipe it out of existence. All I need from you is to take my hand… I promise you and the world. YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE!”
The mantra of the Ashes echoes around in the warehouse as Havoc’s followers repeatedly chant it at the top of their lungs. With their leader reveling in the chaos about to be unleashed upon his opposition. Havoc soaks in the praises with his hands spread wide. His demonic laughter is singled out amongst all the noise as the scene fades to black.
“Long may he reign!”
