Post by Havoc on Mar 16, 2022 22:20:03 GMT -5
We see an image of Havoc being helped to the ramp by Angelo Caito and Slade Castle while holding on to the Prime and Ascension Championships while Syndicate has a staredown with Arik Holt and what’s left of the True Society. Syndicate had just declared that he along with Caito, Slade, and Havoc had cut ties with the group after a major falling out. Savannah attended to Billy while Arik looked on in frustration as the True Society had been torn into pieces. What the rest of Project: Honor had been wanting for months on end, was achieved by continuous in-fighting within the group. Billy’s title unification match against Havoc just happened to be the straw that broke the camel’s back.
The image of an irate Arik Holt has been burned into the memories of his peers. With only Billy Bennet and Savannah Andrews left by his side, True Society was a mere shell of its former glory. As Havoc is brought back to the backstage area, he gets a hold of himself and pushes away Caito and Slade. It’s almost like he doesn’t trust them or has no reason to after everything that transpired. But with a nod of acknowledgment, he lets them know he is more than capable of walking his own way back to the locker room. With that, the rest of the former True Society members disperse with Havoc staring down at the Prime and Ascension Championship belts. While his body was aching, he had managed to achieve what was being portrayed as the unachievable. He had unified the belts and beaten the undefeated Billy Bennett.
Despite the pain, Havoc should be a lot happier than he was. He blankly stared at the two belts in his hand. There was no sense of pride or glory to this win. The group that he had grown to respect had fallen apart. After working along with Arik Holt for months, it seemed weird even for the Nightmare Tyrant to cut ties with the man he once called a friend. For him, their bond was more than just business. He shared a common dream with Arik that was supposed to be the motto behind getting True Society together. And how easily it all fell apart because of the leeches that sucked the life out of the group. In his mind, Havoc blamed each and every of the last standing members of the group. Savannah. Billy. And above all, Arik Holt. What should have been a way of bringing equality and justice established through means of force and fear, became something out of reality TV.
With disappointment in his eyes as he witnessed Arik and Savannah attending to Billy in the ring, Havoc stumbled his way by himself back to his locker room. He threw the championship belts by the wayside and slammed his head against the locker room mirror, shattering it upon impact. Blood started to trickle down his face as a shard of glass pierced his skin. He wanted to be happy about his monumental victory but he just couldn’t bring himself to it.
“You know… I thought we had something special. I thought that True Society would lead to a positive change in this world. I thought that we would be able to outlast the corporate dimwits who think the best a company needs is a marketable face with unrealistic ideals that do not work in the real world. They want to paint a picture to the world that is just not true and I thought we could get out of that cycle. I thought that True Society would show the world the harsh reality that it had willingly chosen to ignore. True Society was everything that I wanted-- It had the same goals as my own movement. Ashes of the Wake. And now?... IT’S RUINED!”
He throws the Ascension championship across the floor without any concern.
“Why am I even surprised? The moment Savannah Sunshine got added to the group, I knew it was over. Why would ANYONE want to bring that cursed bitch into the mix? When has she EVER done something good for anybody but herself? Not only have I called her out before for being a walking burden, but she’s a succubus! All she does is leech off other men and base her whole personality on the guy she’s been fucking. She switches men faster than Julius Fairweather--Fine-- Foul or whoever the fuck he is today switches hairstyles. She simply sucks the life out of the men and leaves them on the fucking gutters worse for wear than they were before they met her. Look at Jason for example. Where the fuck is he? He got his own fucking demon now and the Entity is exactly the darkness that I knew he was capable of manifesting. But all of that was made possible by being around a soul sucker like Savannah Sunshine. She latches on to the hottest act in the world of pro wrestling until it gets to the point of beating a dead horse.”
There is a look of disgust on Havoc’s face even talking about Savannah Sunshine.
“She RUINED the life of Jason Long and now she’s found her next victim. If Arik thinks that Savannah will be faithful to him, then he needs to get his head checked. That bitch will switch and say she’s been a lesbian all along and get hitched with Billy Bennett the moment the opportunity arises. She’s a clout-chasing demon. A succubus. A curse to any successful man or group in this world. Savannah could make the happiest man in the world want to kill themselves. She has a cloud of darkness around her at all times and she brings everybody else down to her level. She can’t HANDLE being miserable alone-- No. She wants everybody to be as pathetic as she is. And now, she’s done it again. She left Jason in the fucking sewers and now she has brought down True Society by plaguing the mind of Arik Holt. Or Andrew Holt. I don’t care who he is. What I DO know is that man had promised me something! HE HAD PROMISED TO CHANGE THE WRESTLING WORLD WITH ME AND NOW HE’S OUT THERE RUINING EVERYTHING FOR SOME MEDIOCRE PUSSY.”
You could sense the anger in the voice of the Nightmare Tyrant. He was devastated by the recent development. After all, Havoc had invested a good chunk of his time building up True Society. He had been involved since day one. It was his baby as much as it was Arik’s.
“But all of this was public knowledge. We knew that Savannah was a curse. We knew that she ruins lives for the sake of it. We knew that she was a walking disappointment and yet we indulged with her. Why? Because Arik said so. Can I even blame Sav for being the parasite that she is? That would be like going outside in a worldwide pandemic with no mask on and then blaming the disease for getting you sick! Savannah is a fucking disease, don’t get me wrong. But Arik? He should have known better. I don’t care about their history together. I don’t care why he thinks she’s the one for him. What I DO know is that ever since Savannah joined the True Society, things continued to spiral down until they reached a breaking point. Savannah has been in Billy’s ears for MONTHS! Within a week of breaking up with Jason, she was head over heels for Arik Holt and wanted to have his babies. It’s on Arik for letting her break us apart. It’s on Arik for prioritizing his personal life over a movement that SHOULD HAVE been larger than all of us.”
“Despite the common belief, True Society WASN’T the Arik Holt show. It was the union of like-minded individuals bringing forward a change in this cruel world. I don’t give a fuck about the respect that I once had for Arik. He got pussy whipped by the ring rat. She’s got the loyalty of a garden snake. Good luck on that fucking marriage. They could make an episode of 90-day fiancée and even that would be giving this relationship too much credit. Let’s see if they make it past the wedding. But it’s not just Savannah and Arik to blame. The cracks started showing the moment Billy Bennett joined the group. If Savannah is a snake then Billy is a whole fucking snake sanctuary. Ever since she ARRIVED in the group, all she has done is try to bring another True Society member down. Whether that be Slade or Syndicate or even her attempt to end my reign tonight. AND ALL OF THAT WENT UNCHECKED BY ARIK! HE LET THAT SHIT HAPPEN! HECK, HE ENCOURAGED THAT FUCKING BITCH!”
Despite all the fatigue, a surge of energy was powering through Havoc as he prowled around the locker room.
“If you claim to be the fucking leader, then you’re supposed to be the glue that keeps the group together. But Arik was too busy getting backstage tugs by Savannah to give a shit. He let Billy betray each and every one of us to the point that we were done! We wanted none of that fucking shit and you know who could help mediate that situation? Arik Holt. BUT HE DID FUCK ALL! Billy Bennett was brought in as Arik’s favorite soldier and that’s clear now. He chose to side with her and not the people who stuck around since day one. He let her steal Syndicate’s hard-earned victory. He let her play foul to Slade’s big moment in Project: Honor. He continued to feed her ego and make her think she was unbeatable. She was parading around like she ran the fucking show. Billy was the chosen one.”
“Or perhaps Arik simply has a soft spot for the ladies. I thought he only looked like a guy who had never talked to a woman before but seeing his behavior, it’s hard to say otherwise. Billy was shot up to the fucking moon because Arik liked her-- And now, she falls flat on her face and Arik is there to console his little soldier. What a great guy! Where was he when Billy STOLE EVERYTHING from Syndicate? Was he trying to console him? Fuck no! He was patting Billy on the back and lord knows where else!”
Despite all the anger, there was a boatload of emotions going through the mind of the Nightmare Tyrant. True Society was his family. But it was all over now. Jada Blaire was right about the group being doomed to fail and it hurt Havoc to admit that.
“ALL OF THAT FOR WHAT?! I glanced past all warning signs because I trusted the group. I was sure that we’d make the right choice. I was sure that we’d succeed in our goals. I LET JADA BLAIRE GO! I CHOKED HER FUCKING NECK AND SLAMMED HER AGAINST THE WALL FOR TALKING SHIT ABOUT TRUE SOCIETY! A woman who had been by my side since day one and I let her fucking go because of the TRUST that I had in Arik Holt. AND HE SHATTERED IT LIKE THE GLASS ON THE FLOOR-- HE BROKE MY TRUST! HE BROKE THE TRUE SOCIETY! NOT SAVANNAH! NOT BILLY! ARIK HOLT DID THIS! HE DID THIS! AND HE WILL PAY! HE WILL PAY IN BLOOD FOR ALL THE FUCKING TIME I SACRIFICED TO MAKE THIS SHIT WORK! I NEARLY ENDED THE LIFE OF PYRO. I BROUGHT DOWN LESLEY ADORA. I PUSHED GRAHAM BAKER OUT OF THE COMPANY! I DID ALL THE HARD WORK BECAUSE I EXPECTED BETTER!”
Havoc collapses down to his knees. Breathless after his tirade as now his emotions settled in.
“Why… Why Arik? Why did you have to break us apart? Why did you have to ruin the one thing that I looked forward to in this company? Why did you have to fall into the trap of Savannah and her endless cycle of self-destruction and pity? You were supposed to be the wise one. The mastermind who brought us all together. And not for ONE MOMENT did I feel that you made any attempt to repair the cracks that had been manufactured by YOUR ignorance. NOT ONCE! I can’t forgive you for that, Arik. I could have spent all this time bringing Ashes of the Wake to Project: Honor. I could have ACTUALLY brought a change in this company and not let myself be outwitted by Lil fucking Petey.”
“I could… I could have saved Jason from the filthy clutches of that witch, Savannah… I could have helped him naturally harness the darkness around him and not be forced to the point of taking his own fucking life! She broke him! SHE DID! People can blame me for my contributions but Jason WAS HAPPY WITH ME! HE WAS STRONG! HE WAS POWERFUL!... And now, we have to speak of him in past tense because he’s gone. For how long? Nobody knows. Jason standing alongside me as the Ashes reunited in Project: Honor would have been a magical moment. I WAS ROBBED OF THAT! I WAS MADE TO PUT AN END TO JASON’S REIGN! I WAS MADE TO BELITTLE HIM! I WAS MADE TO HURT HIM! ALL FOR THE NAME OF TRUE SOCIETY! THEN WHERE THE FUCK IS THE SOCIETY NOW!!?!”
His demonic voice echoed throughout the empty locker room.
“I can never forgive Billy, Savannah, and especially Arik for what happened tonight. A part of me died with the True Society. You hurt me, Arik… There’s no going back now. I will make sure that you feel the pain that you DESERVE for what you’ve done. I will make sure to bring RUIN to your family whether that be with or without Savannah. I will DESTROY everything that you love-- That includes Fallout. You messed with the wrong guy, Arik. If for a second you thought that you could end this movement on a whim-- Oh no. You’re mistaken, my friend. This was MORE than just you and me. IT WAS EVERYTHING! And now… I will make sure that you lose everything as well. You will die a painful death, Arik Holt. And I will personally be the overseer of it all. Do you remember what happened to Rock Johnson? Oh, I am sure you do. That would PALE in comparison to what I have in mind for you… For Savannah. For Billy. True Society is truly dead. And I will make sure that I wipe away every last reminder of that group from existence. But before I do--”
Havoc stops himself, trying to hold back his anger. His disappointment. Despite all that, he wasn’t going to be ungrateful.
“Arik-- I thank you… I thank you for the platform you gave me. I thank you for arming me with the right tools so that I could bring Project: Honor down to their knees. I thank you for being instrumental in my success here. I thank you for opening the doors that were once closed before our alliance. I thank you for everything. And for that very reason-- I have to feast on your soul. I have to send you to hell. I have to put an end to your journey. For the sake of True Society, one last time. That would be my final duty-- After all, you’re the one who told me that I could destroy anybody who stood against the betterment of our group. And that man is you, Arik. I will lick the tears out of your socket. I will soak in your blood till it satisfies my urges. I will drop you on your cranium until there’s nothing left of it. I want them to scrape your remains from the floor. That’s what awaits you. Happy married life, Arik Holt. I will be seeing you very soon.”
With that, Havoc grabs hold of the Ascension and Prime Championships and bursts out of the locker room as the camera pans to the shards of bloodied glass lying on the floor. With the blood, the words “RIP Arik Holt” had been devilishly etched onto the floor. The camera zooms in on the message before fading to black.
-x-x-
March 9th
The scene begins with Christopher Sabertooth dressed in a white shirt, black suspenders, and black shorts staring into the mirror making sure everything looks good. He has a bouquet of red roses in his hand and a smile that wouldn’t go away as he prepared for one of the most memorable days of his life. The layer covering the atmosphere had an aura of brightness as the light flickered through it and reached the surface of Earth, making it a bit scorching. The sun finding its way from horizon to the summit of sky pierced its lucid sunlight to the people which made their faces plastered with an eerie glow, squinting eyes, and glittered demeanor.
We see familiar faces like Jeff X, Michael Bishop, Finnegan Wakefield amidst the closed group gathered around for Chris and Hana’s big day. Chris and Hana had chosen not to do a fancy wedding, officially putting a stamp on the wedding certificate amidst wildlife in a beautiful Spanish resort. With only a small group of friends and family gathered around for the event, it was the quiet and peaceful wedding Chris had always hoped for.
“Looking good, buddy. Honestly, I had seen enough traditional weddings so this is a much-needed change of pace. Middle of the jungle. Good food. Alcohol for days. What else can you ask for?”
Jeff stated as the rest of the group chuckled at his remark.
“I always have my boys-- We getting drunk today. What are you waiting for? Go grab your drinks and I’ll be joining the group in a minute.”
Chris suggested as his friends embraced him before moving ahead to the open bar. With a smile on his face, Chris fixes his hair by checking himself in the mirror. And at that moment, Havoc appears in the reflection to the dismay of Sabertooth.
“No… No! NOT TODAY! Listen, I will be open for a conversation after today. But I am seconds away from one of the most important moments in my life. I have waited so long for this. Ever since you came into my life, I had forgotten about friends. About love. I had given up on having a meaningful relationship with anybody… Until Hana came around. Hana gave me a chance when nobody else did. She cared for me. She loved me for who I was. And for that, I will always be thankful. Today is not only my special day-- It’s the same for HER as well. And I will not let you ruin that for her. No matter what!”
Chris holds his ground against Havoc who simply responds by laughing to himself.
“There’s nothing funny about this, Havoc! I told you already-- LEAVE! Now is not the time for talking. I promise to get back to you the moment this is all over. But I have to make her day special. I have to make sure that she has the best day of her life. She’s my soulmate… I love her, Havoc. I can’t live without her. Please don’t do anything to ruin that. I beg of you.”
Chris is holding back his tears as he stares into the face of the demon. Havoc shakes his head which further upsets Chris.
“Have you forgotten everything I told you? I AM you, dumbass. So-- Hana is not just your soulmate. I love Hana. Why do you think I tried getting close to her when you were blocking my presence out of your life? That was the only way I could get close to her. That was the only way I could protect her. Believe it or not, a demon is capable of having feelings. You’re a prime example of that. I wouldn’t ruin anything…”
Havoc declared to the surprise of Chris. He was still confused about his appearance at his wedding as that could create problems between the people gathered here.
“Then why are you here? I am here talking to you instead of being with the love of my life. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t be walking away? If you’re not here to ruin it, then I’ll be making my exit.”
As Chris was about to walk away, a demonic arm reaches out from the mirror grabbing onto Chris, who is startled by the development. He almost lets out a scream but holds back trying to avoid causing a scene.
“Wait just a second! I’ll let you go in one moment. I just need to ask you something… I know that Hana means a lot to you. Trust me, I feel the same way. And like I said, we’re the same. I told you the truth about your identity. Did you tell Hana about the truth?”
Havoc questioned as Chris gets stunned momentarily.
“Going by the reaction on your face, I guess you haven’t told her about it yet. Do you plan to? I just don’t want her to find it out through somebody else. I don’t want her to get hurt because she’s in love with Chris. Not me. But you’re not Chris either-- So, does she even love you? And if she does, will that continue when she finds out the truth. It’s not easy to love the son of Satan. We’re destined to be humanity’s downfall--- Not join their ranks and start a family. But father can’t stop us here. We made our choice. I love Hana, whether you believe that or not. I do. And that’s why I want her to know the truth before she gets involved in something that she wouldn’t like.”
Havoc bluntly puts forward the point of Chris’s identity that was made known to him two weeks ago. Everybody talked about Havoc being a figment of Sabertooth’s imagination but as it turns out, or at least going by what Havoc claimed, Sabertooth never existed. The love for humanity inside the demon caused him to create a fake persona based on his childhood best friend, O’Shea. Christopher Sabertooth was the lie. Not him.
“I-- I can’t. I can’t tell her. I can’t risk losing her over this. And I still don’t know if this is all one elaborate lie on your part. Even if it is real, Hana loves Chris. I have to continue to be the man she fell in love with. That’s who I am. That’s who I want to be. I want to feel loved. I want to start a family. I want Hana to be in my life forever. And I am not sure if I will have that if she finds out the truth. I have to lie, Havoc. I have to.”
Chris looks terrified at the prospect of losing Hana. He almost starts hyperventilating but Havoc signals him to stay calm.
“I don’t blame you, Chris. I would do anything to be in your shoes right now-- even though I technically am. I just-- I just can’t see her getting hurt. Not because of me. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if something happened. And that’s why I just thought it was better to not hide the truth. You won’t be able to hide it forever, Chris. She will realize that you’re not getting older. What will you do then? Wipe her memory clean? You can’t avoid this forever. One day, she will find out who we are. She will find out that Chris does not exist. That your sole purpose of existence is to bring chaos in this world. Will she be able to forgive you for your actions? Will she be able to accept you for who you are?”
The questions lingered in the mind of Chris, who nearly stumbled down to the floor. He sits down cross-legged, trying to avoid his reflection. But Havoc brought up valid points that could potentially be harmful to his relationship.
“I know that a relationship is built on trust. I can’t afford to hurt her any more than I already have. But-- I am not sure if I am ready to tell her the truth. Not today. I don’t want to worry her. I don’t want her to question the past couple of years and if they were real. Through every inch of my body, I love her. I would do anything for her, including making her wedding day the best of her life. I want to see her smile. I want to see her have a good time. I know it’s probably better to start a new chapter in our relationship with the truth-- But I am not ready yet. I am sorry. I can’t do this. Not today.”
Chris gets up and looks at Havoc. With a subtle nod of acknowledgment, Havoc fades away as Chris once again finds himself staring at his reflection, trying to make sense of things. He pulls himself together and puts on a smile before heading towards the group gathered around.
Chris makes his way towards the marriage officiant with flowers in his hand. He stands patiently for the arrival of his beautiful bride to be. Hana Nakajima, dressed in a gorgeous white wedding gown makes her way towards the crowd gathered around with her father in tow. Just seeing her makes Chris's heart skip a beat as he hands over the flowers to his bride. They both turn towards the officiant who starts reading the vows set by the couple as their friends and family gather around in celebration.
With a huge smile on his face, Chris puts his thumb on the stamp pad before putting his mark on the register. Hana follows suit, making her Mrs. Sabertooth by law. After stamping the certificate, the couple embraces each other for a kiss as the applause pours in.
As Hana hugs her now-husband, Chris almost has tears rolling down his cheek. He looks happier than he has ever been. As the focus slowly pans towards Chris, we notice that his eyes begin to turn crimson red.
-x-x-
“Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight’s network special is a collection of short stories. Three in particular. It’s about three different people at different stages in their lives. Tonight, we celebrate the lives of the people that matter. We celebrate the lives of these three individuals. This is ‘A Way of Life.’ Enjoy.”
Story 1 - Persevere
“We start off with a story of a young talented woman who grew up in a privileged household. To say that life was easy would be an understatement. Emmy’s parents had a good marriage. She never had to struggle to put food on her table. She got admitted to UCLA where she would find success as a D1 Athlete. Things couldn’t go wrong for little Emmy.”
It goes from one scene to another as actors play out the narration. But suddenly, the tone of his shifts as ominous music plays in the background.
“Until the day she met her mentor. You see, that man was a hardened wrestler who had carved his legacy out of sheer hard work and perseverance. No matter what, he kept on fighting and that was exactly what he wanted to instill upon his student. Emmy would quickly pick up the basics. She was a prodigy! Everything in her life had come easy to her and wrestling wasn’t going to be any different. Or so she thought.”
The background changes as we see a silver-haired girl fighting in a squared circle, only to get her ass handed to her in every fight.
“The difference between Emmy and her opponents wasn’t due to the lack of skill. It was motivation as she had never gone through a struggle in her life. Having succeeded at every step of the way, Emmy wasn’t prepared to handle defeat. She wasn’t prepared to be thrown in the deep end right off the bat. And so-- She failed. She bit off more than she could chew. After months of getting her ass handed to her, Emmy finally made a breakthrough. She found her way in the world of wrestling-- In fact, she earned an opportunity at becoming Shogun Champion! The word Shogun was far beyond her comprehension. She wasn’t a warrior-- She was a prizefighter. Her loyalty could be bought.”
Emmy is seen facing off against somebody who looks awfully familiar to the current Grand Champion, Arata Asakura.
“She came across a man who would go on to become her sworn rival. They would exchange victories and titles at every moment. Emmy had found her way into the business. She was a champion now. People respected her. After all, her great mentor had put in a good word to the promoters. Everybody knew of Emmy-- It was hard not to. The Platinum Standard was born!”
The scenery completely shifts as Emmy starts winning her fights and capturing gold.
“She would find her way into an honorable project. One that was filled to the brim with killers, waiting for someone to slip up. Initially, Emmy would not find her footing in this new place. She would struggle to make her mark despite her talent. People would start doubting the prowess of The Platinum Standard. And yet-- She would persevere forward, just as her mentor suggested. Despite all the doubts, Emmy would find her paths crossing once again with her sworn rival. And this time, she would win the big one! She would be crowned the grandest champion of them all…. For about a month.”
Emmy’s happiness turns quickly into disappointment as people booed her after the loss.
“Was it a fluke? Was it not meant to be? Emmy questioned herself and even she did not have the answers. She was humiliated. She was made to look like an amateur. And deep down, that’s exactly what she was. Perseverance had gotten her this far but this was the land of the Kings and Gods. The Platinum Standard was simply a girl born in privilege. She didn’t have the need to fight. If she were to walk away from the sport, her parents would line up opportunities for her where she would succeed. They’d give her the tools necessary to make the most out of her existence-- Something that could not be afforded to everyone.”
There’s a pause as the narrator talks about the life of Emmy.
“So, was it even perseverance that got her this far? Or was it her world-class mentor that most wouldn’t be able to afford? Or was it the great education that she was afforded by her parents? Or was it the healthy environment that she could come back to whenever she desired? Perseverance had nothing to do with Emmy’s success. She was served all the necessary tools for succeeding in the business on a silver platter. Emmy simply happened to be skilled enough to make the most of it. But that does that mean she was good? Does that mean that she was capable of hanging around the most dangerous people on the planet?”
The narrator scoffed at his remark.
“Well, at least Emmy believes in herself. What’s the moral of this story? Is it to persevere forward until you achieve your dreams? Perhaps… Or just be born in money and things are a lot easier that way.”
Story 2 - Redemption
“This story is a lot different than the other. While one was born in the riches and always given the necessary tools to succeed, the other succeeded despite all odds being against him. This is the story of Mark. Mark had a rough childhood to start with. He lost his mother at an early age. His father and he never saw each other eye to eye, especially when it came to his chosen career path. But despite all of that, Mark would bolster forward. And through years of hard work, he would find success. We are not here to talk about this phase of his life. It was mostly uneventful and boring. Years had passed and Mark wasn’t a young man anymore.”
A slower yet experienced Mark stepped into the ring once again.
“Mark had returned after some time away from the ring. People were quick to doubt his capabilities-- After all, the wrestling business does not wait for anybody. It evolves at an alarming rate and this was no different. Nobody expected the Mark of old to make a comeback. He was too old for that. But a grizzled veteran at that, Mark would eye for the biggest prize that he never won in his prime. This was going to be the redemption story for the old man. He was going to make a comeback like no other and shut all his doubters up.”
A dejected Mark stared at a piece of gold that was simply beyond his reach. No matter how much he tried to grab it, it would simply move further away from him. After moments of struggle, Mark would collapse to the floor.
“But that wasn’t to be. Mark would get outpowered, outwitted, and outmatched at every step of the way. The redemption was not to be. Mark was overstaying his welcome. He wasn’t wanted anymore and it irked him to accept that. If he could bring forward further opportunities in the future where he could fight for redemption, he would take them. But none of them would ever succeed. After all, there’s only so much damage a body can take. The old man was at his limits. A title he could never win in his prime was never going to be his now. But there was no harm in trying. There was no harm playing into the redemption story. But miracles only happen in fairytales. Reality would eventually settle in for Mark. And it wouldn’t be to his liking.”
Story 3 - Vengeance
“This third character is a wild card. Her story is quite different than the others. While she was born in a well-off family, they just happen to be criminals. That’s the lifestyle that Billy grew up on. Trained by her brothers, uncles, and father, Billy would slowly adapt to the lifestyle and became a feared member of the clan. She was a fighter. A warrior.”
Billy is portrayed as a badass warrior with crazy survival instincts.
“Her life would change for the worse after her father’s death. What is worse is that she witnessed the death of her father and couldn’t do a thing about it. Deeply disturbed by her loss, Billy would play further into the wild lifestyle of a criminal. She would get addicted to drugs. And slowly, her addiction would start eating her up on the inside. Her body was dying due to years of self-abuse and yet she put on a tough exterior. Billy wanted to fight. And wrestling would become her outlet.”
Billy is seen running through the local Floridian circuits.
“She would hit the ground running. After all, she had found a man who trusted her ability to fight. A man who would use her as a soldier in the war. Billy would make the most of the opportunity handed to her and put away with all competition. All but one. One who was supposed to be her friend. One who she was supposed to help ascend to another level. Willingly or not, she ends up doing just that. Billy would be humbled by her superior. She would be shown her place in the tight-knit group she had hoped to conquer. But that was not to be-- Billy had rubbed everybody the wrong way. Nobody could trust her drug-infested mind. Nobody wanted to give her a second chance. Or a third. Or fourth. Billy continued to bite off her pers. And that wouldn’t go without its consequences.”
Billy is seen being dragged down to hell by a demon. She puts up a fight but it is of no use. A mortal human could never outlast a demon. Even the mighty Billy would fall.
“In her mind, all she could think of was getting revenge. She wanted to destroy the only people that had ever been truthful to her. She wanted to put an end to the demon that she once failed to conquer. She was a hunter at heart. With vengeance being the driver, Billy would push herself beyond her limits. For what? Only to fall again. Despite her skill at fighting, Billy was simply too weak to contest against a demon. Yet alone, Satan’s own child. She was driven by the wrong motive. If she chose to make amends with all the people she had wronged, perhaps there would be another chance at redemption for Billy. But misguided or simply braindead after constant abuse from the hard drugs in her system, Billy would make a fatal mistake. Vengeance would not be hers.”
Billy would lie flat on her face as a single spotlight appeared over her prone body.
“The moral of these stories are… Perseverance. Redemption. Vengeance. They’re all great driving factors. Human mind performs at another level when driven by emotion. At the end of the day, these are the stories that you’ve heard about for years. And all of them supposedly have a happy ending. But reality doesn’t work in that way. No matter how hardworking you are. No matter how angry something makes you. No matter how focused you appear to be. There will always be someone who wants it more. Someone with a stronger resolve. Perhaps even a demon because this is a cruel world.”
“Nothing is really fair in life. Emmy, Mark, or Billy would have succeeded anywhere else. But this is NOT that story. This is where despite all their efforts, they meet failure. They were all motivated by different things. Yet they shared a singular goal. To become THE champion. To carve a legacy like no other in the business. But there was a monster waiting in the shadows to chew them alive. There was no happy ending to be had. They were beaten. Battered. Bruised. That’s the real world.”
The narrator's sarcastic tone is accentuated with every passing line.
“There’s no point dreaming. Hard work doesn’t always pay off. Vengeance isn’t for everyone. While there are few that immortalized in history for their greatness, some are only meant to be a distant memory. That was the truth that Emmy, Billy, and Mark had to accept. That was the moral of their story. The End! Thank you! I hope you enjoyed today’s program! Good night everybody! I hope your nightmare don’t get ya!”
The narrator sadistically laughed as the curtains were drawn and the spotlight faded away.
-x-x-
“I see a red door
And I want it painted black”
“Paint It Black” by The Rolling Stones is blasting through the speakers as the scene begins at the House of Havoc. Havoc seems lost in thought, sitting on his throne with the Prime and Ascension Championships sitting on his lap. His newly-wed wife, Hana Nakajima is seen swaying around to the music. Watching Hana enjoy her time with him did bring a smile to Havoc’s face. He had yet to tell her the truth but he was comfortable knowing that Hana wouldn’t simply abandon him like the rest of the people in his life.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself… Good. I hope Chris has been treating you well, now that you’re his wife.”
Havoc joked as Hana scoffed at the remark while continuing to swing her body freely.
“I am glad you came here today. I have been… thinking.”
“About?”
“A lot of things. Some related to yourself. I know that you never liked Jada, but as it turns out, she was right about True Society. They failed me when I needed them. Jealousy, lust, and greed plagued the Society that we were so intricately trying to craft free of these sins. We wanted a world where everybody was equal. A world where the undesirable are treated the same as a billionaire. A world not dedicated by people’s worth in paper. And yet, we failed at the first step. It does hurt, even if it wasn’t my brainchild. Even if the Ashes continue to exist without the Society. Even if I will alone bear the flag of equality and bring forward a change for the ages… I really thought that True Society would be able to deliver on its promises.”
Havoc shook his head in disappointment as Hana pauses the music. She walks up to the Nightmare Tyrant and takes a seat by his side.
“Why does it matter to you? You’re champion! In fact, you’re the first-ever Ascended Prime champion in Project: Honor history. You have nothing to be ashamed of! Havoc is still living his best life as True Society crumbles down into non-existence. Your name will not be forgotten. And as long as you hold those belts-- You will continue to have that platform that you desire. I don’t see how the death of True Society affects you in any way.”
Hana pondered as Havoc began thinking about what she said.
“While objectively, you’re right. I have no reason to be worried. Despite it all, I have accomplished more in the last couple of months than people have in their whole careers. Winning the Tyrant crown. Holding on to my precious Prime Championship that I won from my protégé. In a matter of weeks, I will be the longest reigning Prime Champion in history. I put the 1 in 10-1 to the egotistical bitch, Billy Bennett. She was just starting to enjoy the spoils of war after cashing in on Alyssa-- But his own victory would disappear in a matter of minutes. Blink and you’d miss it. There are people who would do ANYTHING to have a fraction of the career I’ve had. But none of that is as satisfying as achieving a lifelong goal. None of that is as satisfying and bringing about a change in this world. No piece of gold could turn me away from what I want.”
Havoc looks into Hana’s curious eyes. He tried to hold back his urges to embrace her-- Knowing that Hana was still unaware of the truth.
“Was the end of True Society the price I had to pay to become the Ascended Prime Champion? And then-- I have to think if it was worth all of that. Billy’s meteoric rise to the top was no fluke. She had Andrew Holt’s backing the entire time. She was his chosen soldier. And despite all of that, she led to the downfall of the very thing he created. It’s not easy to come to terms with something I had worked really hard to shape into the most dominant group in the company’s history.”
“While we were able to achieve just that rather quickly, it all comes crashing down when personal egos came into the picture. People like Billy, Slade, Syndicate forgot that this was bigger than all of us. The championship glory was only serving as a beacon of change. It brought us the platform needed to bring about the change that we weren’t afforded under Christan DeMarco’s regime. It was all about Elena’s goth ass and Jason Long fighting each other to be the golden boy/girl.”
Havoc has a look of disgust on his face as he talked about Elena.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if Elena wants her way back to Fallout after DeMarco inevitably takes control. She’s supposed to be this badass warrior that everybody was talking about? Where? I don’t see her. I see a washed-up goth whore trying to fit in and miserably failing at that. When Elena returned, she realized that Fallout was not the same brand she remembered. She realized that she was simply incapable of competing with monsters like me. And I am not talking about the old Elena and the old Havoc that faced each other long ago. Fallout is MY show now and the moment Elena arrived, she knew she fucked up. She blindsided me and quickly ran the fuck away to Proving Ground.”
“And SHE is supposedly the greatest Legacy Champion in Project: Honor’s history? What a joke! This bitch can’t even beat Swindle Shelldrake or Brandon Hendrix anymore! BRANDON HENDRIX! The guy who made a career out of being mediocre. The guy who couldn't win a match to save his life-- That’s who she lost to! What a fucking disappointment. If I was here, I would be coasting my way to paychecks at Proving Ground too! After all, Fallout is where all the killers come out to play. And Elena is simply a neutered bitch who can’t compete anymore. Proving Ground can have her-- But is that the representation that Project: Honor wants for their supposed premier championship?!”
Havoc scoffs at the statement. He knew that the Legacy Championship, despite being held in high regard, did not compete with his own.
“The Legacy Championship lineage has been tarnished by the people who have held the belt. Elena continues down the path of career suicide. A loss to John Blade is up next. Cannot wait! As for the guy she beat to become champion-- Mr. Legacy himself. The former Tyrant, Shawn Warstein! What a fucking joke! This is the guy who was FIRED while being champion because of how much of a cunt he was. And we’ve been fucking killing people out here! This guy was a fucking crybaby. He bitched about the smallest of things and he deserved to get booted out of the company because nobody likes a delusional AND entitled fucking prick. Once again-- Tarnished legacy. This belt is supposed to be the most coveted championship in the company’s history-- Yet the Prime Championship has had competent champions that STILL are held in high regard to this day.”
“Drago Santiago. Jason Long. Say what you want, but that’s not a bad couple of champions to have. And the amount of shit they went through to keep a hold of that belt? I’ve had to fight for my right to be champion EVERY FUCKING SHOW! And I love it! That’s how a real champion is supposed to be. None of that hot potato shit that Emmanuelle and Arata have going on with the Grand Championship. And certainly not champions who let themselves go to the point of getting arrested. I WARNED everybody about Ozymandias. Once he wins the big one, his motivation gives through. That motherfucker didn’t have the balls to put his belt on the line at Fallout Golden Rush.”
“All of us True Society fuckers were forced to fit through the skin of our teeth to keep our belts-- Why the fuck was the masked cunt who was supposed to be this monster getting away with not having to defend a title?! And look what happens-- He realizes that my power FAR exceeds his own and then he gets his bitch ass arrested. He’s a fucking pussy, is what he is. He knew that after conquering everything there is to achieve in Fallout, I’d come knocking around for the Legacy Championship. He wasn’t man enough to face the challenge head-on and so he had to relinquish his title and vanish into the sunset.”
The name of Ozymandias boiled Havoc’s blood. Despite popular belief, Havoc was more than ready to face the man that once beat him. He was ready to put an end to the narrative. If Ozymandias was better-- He’d be the one defending his title against Havoc and not being arrested like a dumb cunt.
“He ran away, Hana! I know it! And that’s the last Legacy Champion to hold the belt. And we are still supposed to believe that this is THE title to win? The Ascended Prime Championship has FAR SURPASSED the importance that was once held by the Legacy belt. Being the Ascended Prime Champion makes me THE top champion in Project: Honor. It’s not even debatable. I operate on another level. The Nightmare Tyrant. The Conquering Messiah. I have beaten EVERYBODY that this company set me up to fail against. I am sure Andrew wanted his favorite toy, Billy, to pull away with the belts. Well, too fucking bad. He was blinded by the mediocrity of Savannah Sunshine and made to believe that I wasn’t the most important man in this company’s history. HE SHOULD HAVE FELT LUCKY TO HAVE ME IN THE TRUE SOCIETY! And yet he chose to be swayed away by the skanks and the junkies.”
“I hope Arik/Andrew or whatever the fuck his name is-- I hope his dick falls off from all the fucking diseases that Savannah carried around. In fact, Savannah herself is a fucking disease. She ruins EVERYTHING that she ever touches. It’s too late now for Arik. He has been cursed by that stank puss. His life will never be the same again. I hope he dies a terrible death! And I fucking hope to be the reason behind it. As for the Legacy Championship, there’s only one man that I respect who can call himself a former champion. My former partner in crime, Syndicate. We could have gotten along even better if Billy never came into our lives and interfered with something that was already perfect.”
Havoc thinks about what could have been before Hana snaps her fingers to bring him back to reality.
“Syndicate went into Proving Ground and fought against the best they had to offer. And if it wasn’t for the Goth bitch craving the spotlight again, Syndicate would have defeated Ozy. I can’t tell which one of them had daddy issues. Savannah and Elena both fit the bill. They both make terrible life choices and are fueled by their constant need for attention. So-- Syndicate’s run came to an end before it could even start. And that’s a shame! I do think he could have done good things for the title. Alas, it was not meant to be. That title has been tarnished by the champions that have held it. It has no reason or no right to be called the TOP belt. Let’s be clear-- It’s not the title that makes the champion. It’s the champion who makes the title worthy. And I can say without a doubt that I have made the Prime Championship the most sought-after belt in Project: Honor history. Why? Because I am not afraid of a fight. I have had more matches than anybody else in the period of time I’ve been here. I fight at every instant because that’s what I know! I don’t run away like Elena. I don’t get myself arrested to hide like the bitchmade Ozy. And Shawn? He’s better off forgotten for the sake of everybody.”
Havoc is all fired up talking about the failures of the Legacy Championship. The belt should have been much more than what it ended up being.
“Then why do you care about winning this belt? I agree with you. The champion is what defines the importance of a belt and not the other way around. You’ve made your point about the Ascended Prime Championship. Then why pursue the Legacy Championship? You clearly don’t need it to be called the TOP champion in Project: Honor. At this point, it should be undisputed!”
Hana remarked but Havoc shook his head as a response.
“Well, if I am making history along the way, why stop now! I know that Jason tried to win the Legacy Championship while holding on to the Prime belt-- And he failed. Call me petty, but I want to achieve what he failed to do. It’ll only add to the narrative that I have been preaching since day one. Jason’s claim for being a King is invalid as long as I am alive. Only when he’s ready to takeover… And I mean REALLY takeover, is when I will surrender my crown to him. Until then, he can lurk in the shadows and learn from the master. I have taught him everything he knows-- And now, I will give him another lesson. Frankly put, I have nothing to lose! If by any chance I don’t walk out of Proving Ground with the Legacy Championship. I still have the most important belt in Project: Honor. So-- I am simply going to win the belt and elevate it to MY level. That’s where the Legacy title SHOULD have been but it has continued to fall in grace with every passing champion. That trend will be fixed very soon.”
Havoc has a devious smile on his face as Hana continues on with pressing matters at hand.
“Listen, if they’ve tried screwing you over on Fallout-- Things aren’t going to be better on Proving Ground! You know for a fact that Indy Darling and Adam Ekaterin would love either Mark Hunter or Emmanuelle to walk away with the win. They have a vested interest in Hunter especially. They’ve been friends forever. Aren’t you worried that Indy or Adam would have some masterplan to screw you over on his grounds?”
Hana questioned.
“Well, it’s definitely a possibility. I know I have to watch my back on Proving Grounds. I have seen what they did to Syndicate. I know there will be a constant threat of Indy or Adam trying to get involved. And if it’s not him, it’ll be Arik or Savannah giving their third wheel a much-needed boost after her loss two weeks ago. Either way, I am prepared to deal with the interference. In fact, I encourage it! Bring it the fuck on. I WANT to murder, Arik. So, if he’s simply going to walk into my clutches, I am not going to stop myself from squeezing the life out of his body. As for Mark-- It’s funny, isn’t it? After being put out of commission by the Grand Wizard Robi Sorrenson’s Klan, Mark Hunter finally surfaced yet again.”
“I think seeing Elena in a perilous situation gave him the confidence boost he needed. He’s been M.I.A. for so long but suddenly Elena can’t win a match anymore and Mark Hunter has lurked out of the shadows. And imagine the audacity of this cunt to come out with the Legacy Championship around his shoulder like it was already his-- It’s clear that some foul play is at hand. He can relive that moment of his return in his mind because that’s the only time he’s ever getting close to the Legacy Championship. He failed against Elena-- He certainly wouldn’t fair better against a fucking demon and a crackhead.”
Hana bursts into laughter at the last comment to a stone-cold stare from Havoc in response.
“Mark Hunter has been gone for so long that I forgot how he even looked. When he first walked out, I was confused about who the fuck this man was. But the desperation for holding the Legacy Championship gave it away. There’s a reason why Hunter was gone for so long. With Ozymandias commanding the Grand Championship and his continued failed attempts against Elena to be something more-- He realized that he simply wasn’t built to succeed. Hunter took the sabbatical and used it to get his head straight. He didn’t want to be simply known as a former Grand Champion way past his glory days. Even though, that’s the reality settling in deep down. He knows he can’t hack it anymore so he tried to take the easy way out. In fact, he was carried to the title match by Emmanuelle. She did all the work and Hunter reaped the benefits. He got lucky! That’s all it is. Mark Hunter has an ego of a world beater but all he’s done over the past couple of months is beat off in his own privacy.”
“Despite all that, a betting man would pick Hunter to get the win. Not because he’s the most capable. He’s the guy who is desperate enough to suck up to his old friend-- and beg for him to rule in his favor. He wants this so badly to fix his legacy. He knows that he’s been outdone by every Grand and Prime Champion that came after his time. He’s a reminder of the past days of Project: Honor where mediocrity was rewarded. Look at Hunter. Elena. Warstein. They should all be clumped up together and put in a retirement home. That’s where they belong, Why the fuck is Hunter back anyway? Does he have a death wish? Because I am the fucking genie when it comes to that! I will make his wish come true!”
Havoc sadistically remarked with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Hunter should have stayed retired. He should have spent his time with Jelena and his kids. It’s a dangerous game he’s entering. You never know when everything that you’ve worked for ceases to exist. In a blink of an eye, Mark Hunter can be turned into a distant memory. I hope for Jelena’s sake. I hope for Robert and Chad’s sake that Hunter knows better than that. He wouldn’t risk his family for the sake of glory right? A man who should not be returning despite what the doctors say. Concussions don’t simply vanish away. He’s still damaged goods, in my eyes. Or maybe I should stomp his head into the canvas until his body can’t take it any longer? Wouldn’t that be beautiful? Don’t worry. I would take good care of Jelena. Meanwhile, Hunter could join his ex-wife in hell.”
A devious smile appears on Havoc’s face as even Hana looks cautiously at the monster sitting next to her. Havoc realizes that he might have terrified Hana, as he clears his throat trying to quickly move forward.
“Either way, Hunter isn’t the threat here. We’ve still got The Platinum Standard! I am all too familiar with Emmy’s work. In fact, I would call myself a fan. While everything has come easy to her in her life, she’s shown enough dedication to honing her craft with the great Carlos Rosso. Emmy did take the wrestling world by storm. Whether it be at Wrestleworld or Project: Honor. But there’s one thing that continues to loom over her head-- Arata Asakura.”
“That man ended Emmanuelle’s reign as Grand Champion before it could ever begin. She beat Arata to win the championship. That means she had what it took to bring down the Golden Dragon. And yet, within a month’s time, Emmy fell victim to Arata and lost the championship. Speaking of losses, I am sure she’s familiar with her loss at ARCADIA. The one where I beat her to become the Shogun Champion. Well, Chris officially got recognized with the belt but it’s practically mine as well. We’re one and the same after all. I am sure that loss haunts her to this day. But if that day is any proof, it’s clear that when the demon comes out to play, Emmanuelle can’t win.”
Hana nods in agreement.
“I’ll give Emmy one thing though. Out of everybody in this match, I actually do respect Emmanuelle. While being the quintessential spoiled brat, Emmy has the courtesy of acknowledging her privileged past. And she definitely has the balls to let it all loose in the ring. If there’s one person in this match I should be wary of-- It’s Emmy. I know that. The Platinum Standard has just tasted defeat. She wants to get back up swinging and winning the Legacy Championship would certainly catapult her to another level. But if history is any proof, every time Emmanuelle has lost a big match-- She turns into a mess. That woman isn’t used to failure in her life. She isn’t used to not having things go her way. When Chris became the Shogun Champion, she shaved her head off and spoke like a mad cunt. Then when she lost the King of the World tournament in Wrestleworld-- to Arata nevertheless, she continued to spiral down the card throwing tantrums to get title shots. So, with her latest failure against Arata Asakura-- She was unable to defend the Grand Championship a single time. Will this break her spirit? Will this bring her down to the mercy of the Nightmare Tyrant?”
Havoc lets out a playful smirk. It’s almost as if he’s intrigued by Emmanuelle. He knows that whenever she’s been pushed beyond her limit, Emmy has dug deep into the darkness that lives inside of her and tried to channel that hatred against her opponents to varying degrees of success. And while Emmy hadn’t successfully taken down the Nightmare Tyrant before, she certainly wasn’t the kind to back down from a challenge.
“I know that Emmy will come out of the gates guns blazing. I know that she has a lot to prove. After all, she wants to be the champion again. Being the top champion means she gets the fattest paycheck. Money drives her every move, as disappointing as that might be. I see immense potential in Emmy but it’s been clouded with unneeded bullshit. She’s got her priorities mixed up. And that’s why she will never win as long as she’s motivated by materialistic goals. Not against me. I don’t simply fight for myself. I fight for my people… I fight for you, Hana. I don’t want to lose all of this. This feeling of having you right beside me. I don’t want to lose you. And I don’t want to lose something I have worked so hard building from the ground up. True Society may be dead but Ashes of the Wake will live on forever! As long as I have like-minded people by my side-- As long as I have you. I will be powerful. I will know not to give up. It would make me push myself harder to be better. Because that’s what my people deserve. They deserve the best out of me. They deserve a messiah they can depend on.”
Havoc runs his fingers through Hana’s hair. To his shock, Hana doesn’t pull back. She stares right into the eyes of the Nightmare Tyrant with a faint smile on her face. Seeing Hana smile only makes Havoc’s resolve go stronger.
“I know, Chris. I believe in you. I know that you’re doing this for the right cause. I trust you.”
Havoc is taken aback as Hana calls him Chris knowing full well the demon was out to play. Did Hana know about the truth? Or had Chris told her without Havoc’s knowing. Either way, it made Havoc happy to see Hana was by his side no matter what.
“That’s all I needed to hear. I feel revitalized by having you by my side. You should show up on Proving Ground and stand by the ring. Just seeing you would make me push harder than ever before.”
“Maybe. Maybe I will. Anyway, aren’t you forgetting about somebody?”
“Who?”
“Billy!”
“Billy?”
“Billy Bennett!”
“Oh. 10-1? Yeah, I guess I have to talk about that bitch too. It’s funny how opinions can change real quick. Two weeks ago, I gave Billy the benefit of the doubt. I gave her the chance to get in line after I humble her. And that I did. What I expected was Billy would take a knee and act as a footrest for the Nightmare Tyrant. She would finally know her place in the True Society. I tried to be respectful knowing full well that True Society hung from the balance. I tried to keep us all together-- But I was wrong. It was never meant to be. Arik always had a soft spot for the druggie cunt and there’s only one scenario that he had hoped for. Billy to be crowned the Ascended Prime Champion. Unfortunately, Billy’s honeymoon period with wrestling finally came to an end.”
Havoc takes a sigh of relief knowing full well the pressure he had on himself.
“As fate would have it, Arik chose Savannah and Billy over the rest of us. He chose to surround himself with an ugly junkie and a parasite. I guess Arik likes his women easy. If Billy had any shred of credibility, she’d walk away from the prospect of being the forever third wheel. I use the term forever lightly because it’s only a matter of time Savannah finds her new boy toy. Maybe Billy has the hots for Arik! Shit! I may have cracked the case. Billy is waiting for Savannah to slip up to take Arik for herself. Or maybe she’s just a masochist who surrounded herself with insufferable people like Arik and Savannah. The mere mention of their names wants me to burn them alive and then piss on their graves. Billy has no self-respect-- I mean, clearly. She’s not had a proper shower in years. I can still smell the crackpot she was smoking out of from last week. But people need to give Billy credit. Combining her forces with Savannah, she managed to bring down True Society when Big Drip and KaVengers never could.”
Havoc sarcastically slow claps in honor of Billy and Hana follows suit.
“BRAVO! I hope Billy is proud of what she achieved. We had a good thing going but the junkie wanted another adrenaline rush. She snaked her way through the entire society and Arik never batted an eye. While I did respect Billy two weeks ago-- Those feelings are completely dead inside of me. I harbor nothing but hatred for this fucking bitch. I hate her with all my heart. I have never felt this way about anybody else. Not even Arik. There’s a special place in hell for that cunt and I promise to send her there myself. I am beyond irked at this point. Heck, Billy-- I want to hurt your whole family. Bo can get his throat slit. Maybe I’d go take a shit in her dead father’s grave. He should be honored!”
A demonic smirk appears on Havoc’s face as he talks about his hatred for Billy.
“I really don’t give a fuck about her family background or the crimes they’ve committed. I don’t care how strong they are and what weapons they carry-- No matter what, I will keep getting back up. I will keep walking forward until I destroy the Bennett family. That’s what I feel. I want to end them all. It’s to the point, I really don’t care if I win this match. I have championship gold of my own-- All I care about is that Billy Bennett does not win. 10-1 wasn’t enough. It’s time for 10-2. And if she wants to fight me again, I’ll make it three. Four. Five. I DON’T FUCKING CARE!”
“Never in my life have I ever had the urge of MURDERING somebody as I have with Billy Bennett. Just looking at her ugly face makes me want to pop a bullet in her head and end her misery. There’s not a single day that goes by that doesn’t make me want to wipe Billy Bennett out of existence. She took away the one thing that mattered to me in Project: Honor. The titles will come and go. True Society-- I will never get that back. NEVER! Because of that selfish fucking cunt. Now, my hands are tied behind my back. It starts with Billy, Arik, and Savannah. But now-- I have to remove the bad memories from my mind. I need to erase every MENTION of True Society. That means Angelo, Cassanova, Syndicate, Slade, Julius-- They all have to be eradicated. I just can’t bear looking at their faces--- It would remind me of the tragic history of the True Society. THAT… That is something I cannot bear.”
Speaking of True Society brings out all the bad memories attached to the group. Havoc wants to cherish what they had achieved but it was made impossible as long as Billy, Arik, and Savannah were alive. Their mere existence had gotten unbearable for the Nightmare King. He had been planning on the demise of the trio ever since Fallout.
“I won’t lie to you-- There’s something satisfying about feeling nothing but hatred for a person. It just makes you want to push yourself beyond your limits. Seeing Billy suffer would bring a smile to my face. I want to see her cry. I want to season my food with her tears. Oh, the salt! I want to bathe in her blood. I am talking about being able to breaststrokes in that bitch. The red sea ain’t got nothing on Billy. I want to gouge her eyes out with my fingers and crush them with ease. You don’t fuck around with The Nightmare Tyrant. I warned her. I TOLD HER THAT IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO THE TRUE SOCIETY-- THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY! She treated True Society as a launching platform for her own career-- She used us all. You don’t make a deal with the devil and not expect any consequences. So far, I faced Billy as a teammate. As a fellow member of the True Society. I held back because, at the end of the day, Billy could have been of use for us. Boy, was I wrong! Now-- You’re getting my undivided attention. Isn’t that what she wanted? CONGRATULATIONS BILLY! YOU SIGNED YOUR FUCKING DEATH CERTIFICATE!”
Havoc lets out a maniacal laugh, at the same time he made sure that Hana wasn’t feeling uneasy by his comments.
“Whatever happens-- I LIVE to see Billy Bennett fail. And I will continue to do so till my dying days. While I don’t need the Legacy title to leave my mark in this company. I have done more than anybody else in history. Everything else is an added bonus. So, that’s what we’ll call this adventure. I am going to make my way down to the enemy’s territory. I am going to make a mockery out of the best they have to offer. I am going to beat Billy Bennett to a bloody pulp. And then, I am walking away with the Legacy Championship wrapped around my waist. True Society is dead. And it can stay dead for all I care. But the era of The Nightmare Tyrant has only begun. I am going to break all the records. I am going to win every fucking title that is up for grabs. I am going to become the most decorated champion in the history of pro wrestling? Why? Because I am the Son of Satan. I am the Demon King. I am the Nightmare Tyrant. I do this because I fucking can! So fuck everybody in my way. Fuck Arik. Fuck True Society. And above all else, fuck Billy Bennett!”
Havoc flips his fingers up in the air with a devious smirk on his face. While Hana is reluctant to join in on the action initially, she caves into peer pressure and joins Havoc in the action. We fade to black.
