Post by Havoc on Apr 14, 2022 20:47:53 GMT -5
July 2001
The frothy, blue-green salt water crashes into the setting sun reflected shoreline in waves, then gently rolls up to the increasingly rising tide line. The wave stops as it reaches the tide line and slowly rolls back into the churning ocean water. Ocean breezes gently sway the palm leaves on a mildly crowded beach. A young Christopher Sabertooth is seen playing by the shoreside with his friend O’Shea.
“You ready to head into the water?”
Questioned Chris as O’Shea looked unsure of his answer.
“Uh, I don’t know Chris. I am not the best at swimming. I don’t know if I should go in.”
“Come on! What’s the worst that could happen? Plus the water isn’t even that deep closer to the shore.”
Hesitant but giving in to the peer pressure, Chris and O’Shea rush towards the ocean water.
Time passes as Chris is seen enjoying his time out in the ocean. When suddenly, a giant wave sweeps the shoreside to the dismay of the people in the water. As the wave settles in, Chris pulls his head out of the water taking in a deep breath. A lot of people are seen making their way back to the sandy beach.
Chris looked around for his friend, but O’Shea was nowhere to be seen.
“O’Shea… O’SHEA!”
Chris calls out for his friend as reality settles in. He screamed at the top of his lungs with no response as people started to rush in. Chris was out of the water as he informed the adults gathered around to save his friend.
The wave had swept O’Shea away deeper into the ocean water. Someone had spotted a young boy further away into the Ocean water and made the run to bring him back. Moments of silence passed as the worst possible outcome ringed through the mind of young Christopher. When finally, O’Shea is dragged back to the shore appearing to be unconscious. The lifeguard who saved his life is seen trying to pump the water out of his lungs before engaging in CPR.
As Chris watches his friend cough out water, the anxiety of losing his friend is too much for him to handle. Perhaps blaming himself for asking O’Shea to head into the water when he wasn’t very keen on it himself. Chris starts to hyperventilate seeing his friend. As darkness clouds Christopher’s mind, the last image he sees is his friend fighting for his life. And then it all blacks out.
-x-
Proving Ground XXXII
March 18, 2022
Cottonmouth has her hands wrapped around Havoc’s neck as she drags him deep into the trenches. The ringside has been submerged under the water as Havoc struggles to find a way out of his predicament. He sees Mark Hunter standing by the wayside, who is looking down at the situation before walking away. Hunter had abandoned the match leaving Havoc at the mercy of Billy Bennett’s offense. Water had started filling up his lungs as he struggled to set himself free. Havoc looked up at the arena with his body submerged in the water. His eyes were beginning to close shut. He was losing consciousness. We see his face paint dwindling as we see the man behind the paint. For once, Havoc looked mortal. For once, we were seeing Christopher Sabertooth.
In that predicament, a voice echoes inside the head of The Nightmare King.
“Wake up! You can’t let her win. You can’t let this be the end. You have to fight!”
He opened his eyes once again, desperately trying to loosen the grip of Bennett. But the damage had been done.
“What are you afraid of Chris? I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again. You’re not a mortal being. You’re not human. Let go of the past. Let go of your identity. You’re a monster, Chris. Let it all out. Free yourself of the shackles and escape. You have the power in you. You’re the son of Satan. Do not forget that.”
With every passing moment, Chris is seemingly fading away as Billy hangs on for dear life. They both tumble down to the floor as Chris raises his arm, trying to reach out to the bright lights of the arena shining through.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, CHRIS? YOUR BODY IS SHUTTING DOWN. WE CAN’T LET THIS HAPPEN.”
The demonic voice echoed in his head as Chris stared into the abyss. He was moments away from passing out. Moments away from his demise.
“I--I can’t. I am afraid, Havoc. I am afraid of the water. I can’t swim… I can’t breathe! I just can’t.”
“You know that’s not the truth! Clear your mind, Chris. I told you that everything that you know about yourself was based on your childhood friend, O’Shea. Your character. Your behavior. EVERYTHING. O’Shea was afraid of the water. Not you… Not us. We’re demons, Chris. We can’t drown. We can’t suffocate. We can’t die like this. Clear your mind and fight back. This is our only chance!”
Chris’s eyes roll behind his head as Billy tightens her grip one last time.
“I… I tried. But my body freezes up. I can’t move. I can’t breathe. I don’t… I don’t want to die.”
“You cannot die! Chris. LISTEN TO ME! This is not who you are. You’re not human. You’re not afraid of the ocean. That was O’Shea. All those years ago. You blacked out after O’Shea was saved. When you did, your memory had been altered. You believed that it was YOU who had nearly drowned. You’re not afraid, Chris. You can’t be! This is not the time to be afraid. If you don’t do something, we’ll lose.”
“... I.. am sorry.”
“CHRIS! OPEN YOUR EYES! LET GO OF THE PAST, CHRIS! LET GO OF YOUR HUMANITY! LET IT GO! CHRISTOPHER!! WAKE THE FUCK UP! CHRIS!!”
Havoc screamed for Chris to open his eyes and fight back. But Chris had seemingly become unresponsive. No matter what the demon tried, Chris wasn’t moving anymore.
Silence followed in the arena as everybody looked on in shock at what had transpired. Moments of silence pass as the ring bell is sounded. Christopher Sabertooth was dead.
…
“Here’s your winner and new Project: Honor Legacy Champion… The Cottonmouth. Billy Bennett!!”
“Is… Is Havoc fine?”
“Billy just killed Havoc!”
The familiar voices of Project: Honor echoed the sentiment as Christopher Sabertooth’s lifeless body was dragged out of the water. PH Medical Staff quickly rushed to the scene, taking his lifeless body and placing it over the gurney as he was dragged out of the arena. We see Bennett celebrating her title win as Sabertooth’s body is dragged to the backstage area. Plenty of worried officials follows through as the officials try to resuscitate him back to life. We see his wife, Hana Nakajima watching in horror, as the medics desperately try to pump the water out of his lungs.
There is a parallel in imagery between Chris and O’Shea from years ago as the two images flash by one after the other. Chris isn’t responding well to the treatment as Hana grabs a medic in panic.
“W-what’s going on? He’s fine, right? He’ll wake up, right? RIGHT! TELL ME!”
Hana screamed in panic as the medic shook his head with a terrified expression on his face. Hana is shell-shocked by the revelation as she collapses down to her knees and breaks down into tears. As the ambulance is called, the medics continue to restart Chris’s heart but Sabertooth was showing no signs of life. His body was starting to get cold.
“Chris… you can’t leave me. WAKE UP! PLEASE! I BEG YOU… HAVOC. DO SOMETHING! SAVE HIM! PLEASE!”
Hana cried in agony as she grabbed onto her husband’s hand. We hear the ambulance sirens blaring in the background as the local medical officials rush to transfer Chris to a medical facility. Chris is shown being rolled into the ambulance as Hana joins her husband by her side. The doors slam shut as the vehicle quickly leaves the arena.
As the screen begins to fade to black, we hear a distinct sound in the background. The sound of a Cardiac Monitor’s flattening sound. The sound of death.
-x-
March 24, 2022
Aberdeen, Washington
With the sun hidden behind a blanket of gray clouds, the camera pans down to reveal a large gathering at a cemetery in the hometown of the lost wrestler, Christopher Sabertooth. Sadness has settled in as people, dressed in all black, are trying to hold their emotions back to properly honor the legacy of their friend.
We see Chris’s mother weeping her heart out while digging into the shoulder of her husband as a haunting picture of Christopher Sabertooth is surrounded by a mountain of lit candles. Amongst the crowd, we see Chris’s close friends and family. Jeff X, Michael Bishop, Jason Long, and JD Damon to name a few. And at the center of it all stood a distraught Hana Nakajima, who still hadn’t come to terms with losing her husband.
The priest had finished reading his sermon, encouraging Chris’s friend and family to speak a few words in memory of the lost soul. Jeff is one of the first to step up to the occasion as he takes out a small piece of paper.
“I-- I can’t believe this is real. I have been through a shit ton in my life and this tops the list. I lost a friend last week. A man who pushed me to be a better person. A man who gave it his all when it came to fighting for what he believed was right. A man who stood beside me as my partner in crime. And he’s gone now… There are plenty of beers in the back that I could have used his help with. I’ve lost my drinking buddy. Shit ain’t fair, man.”
Jeff shakes his head trying to hold back his tears as he steps down as Hana approaches the casket. She places her hand over the casket, still hoping it’d be empty when she opened it. She was living a nightmare that she tried walking up from to no avail. The man she loved was gone.
“March 9th… The happiest day of my life. The day I was united by law to the love of my life. The day I was officially wed to be his loving wife. I made a solemn vow that day… To love him till my dying day. I promised him that we will always be together. Just over a week after that day, my husband was taken away from me. The man who had promised to stay with me forever was gone. All the promises were broken. That’s not the type of guy he was. He always kept his promises but that day-- It all came crashing down.”
Hana takes in a deep breath trying to stop herself from breaking down into tears.
“What am I supposed to do now? Did he ever think about that? I wanted a happy family and now… Now, I don’t think I will ever be happy again. I lost my soulmate last week. It’s the worst feeling ever, let me tell you that. People say that they a lose a piece of themselves-- But that’s not true. I may be living and breathing in front of you but I am empty inside. That selfish bastard took away everything with him. I have a lot of people I want to blame but that’s not what he would want. I want to HATE this world. I want to cry. I want to scream. But that’s not how he saw me. He wanted me to be strong. He wanted me to be the best version of myself I could be. And if I did those things-- I would be breaking that promise I made to him. Unlike him, I keep mine.”
Tears roll down Hana’s face as people look on in sorrow.
“I love Chris. I will always love him. I am thankful to have shared some incredible memories with him that I will cherish forever.”
With that, Hana walks away from the casket, almost stumbling to the ground. She catches her balance and moves away from the casket as the preparations are made to lower the casket into the grave.
The camera zooms in on the gravestone marked with the name Christopher Velez Jr. February 11, 1995 -- March 18, 2022.
As the people gather around, we hear somebody walking up to the group from a distance. As the figure approaches, we hear loud commotion amongst the crowd as the man steps up next to the casket.
“I would like to say some words as well…”
Hana turns around and almost collapses from the shock of the sight ahead of her. It’s almost like she had seen a ghost. The man standing in front of her was none other than Christopher Sabertooth. Dressed in a black suit and tie, he offers his hand to help Hana back up to her feet.
“Is this some sick joke?! What’s going on?”
Hana exclaimed wondering how the man she saw inside the casket was standing in front of her.
“It’s not a joke, Hana. Chris is dead… But I am not.”
Hana slaps the man standing in front of her. There is anger in her eyes as she slaps the man once again the people watch in shock and awe. The man in front of her does not retaliate. In fact, he lets Hana take out all of her frustrations before Hana pulls him into a hug bursting into tears.
Jeff, without a moment lost, opens the casket to reveal what’s inside. The whole group gasps in shock to find… an empty casket. Christopher Sabertooth was not inside. That could only mean that man standing in front of them was the real deal. Hana is not letting go of him, letting all of her emotions out.
“I am sorry you had to go through that, Hana. I am sorry to everybody gathered here. While it may seem like I am fine-- It may seem like the Christopher Sabertooth you know is standing in front of you… But that is not the case. The Chris that all of you knew… The Chris that you knew, Hana… He is dead. I am the guy who you labeled a monster. I am the demon that lived inside of him for all these years. I am Havoc.”
Hana is unsure of what Havoc was telling them. For all this time, she assumed that Havoc was like a parasite inside Chris’s body. That the demon itself couldn’t exist without the host. But if Chris was dead as Havoc said he was, who was standing in front of them. How could it be possible?
“I apologize for creating a scene and putting you all through so much. But today, the truth must come out. I had told Chris about the truth not too long ago and till his dying breath, he held on to his ideals. He held on to his opinion. Well, the reality is-- Chris was never real. I was sent here by my father, Satan, to instill chaos in the world. I would become the personification of fear. But he didn’t account for humanity’s biggest strength. Love. As a child, I grew to like O’Shea. The only kid who’d be my friend. In time, I started to like this planet. I didn’t want to leave… And so I came up with this identity of mine-- Chris. I based it off O’Shea, so I took everything he liked and disliked and made it my own. That’s who you’d know as Chris.”
Havoc’s declaration of truth seemed too crazy to believe but the group had seen a dead man show up at his own funeral. It was hard to come to terms with what was happening.
“Chris made me human. He made me realize that this world wasn’t as bad as I thought. He made me accept the fact that perhaps, humanity deserved a chance. That’s what Chris was to me. He was my attempt at being human. So, that lie manifested in a young demon’s mind. Chris kept telling himself that there was a monster inside of him that he needed to suppress. I became an outsider. I became unwanted-- And for some reason, I was fine with that. I was fine with being just a lost memory in the mind of Chris as long as he was happy. But then-- Humanity started to show its true color. They took away the one thing that made Chris human.”
Havoc takes a pause, talking about his great loss.
“The death of O’Shea was where it all fell apart. The demon that Chris had wanted to suppress started to spill out. The truth would not be hidden for long but Chris was adamant. He didn’t want to give up on this world. He didn’t want to let go of his humanity. He fought till the very end. He made new bonds with the people gathered here. He fell in love. He wished about starting his own family. But his past would always haunt him. There’s a reason why he could never get rid of me. Last week, Chris had a choice to make. He could give up on his humanity-- He could become the true demon that he was always meant to be… Or he could fight till the end for all of you. You don’t need me to tell you what he chose. Till his dying breath, Chris held on to his humanity.”
Havoc almost breaks down to the shock of everybody gathered around. There was silence all around as nobody was sure of what to say.
“All this time, I tried to tell him that humanity wasn’t worth the hassle. That it was stupid of him to run away from his true self. The people never cared about us-- But that’s where I was wrong. YOU cared about him. All of you here. He made me feel emotions that I never thought I would. Hana, he loved you. But his love did not die with him. Whether you accept me or not, I will always be there to protect you. As for the rest of you, I leave the choice up to you. Perhaps, you think this is all a lie. But there’s a reason why that casket is empty. There’s a reason why I am standing in front of you.”
Havoc looks around to see what the people think. It was clear that the people were conflicted after finding out the truth. It was a hard pill to swallow. Especially knowing how cruel Havoc could be.
“I am not asking for a chance for myself. I know that most of you here do not like me. You always treated me like a disease. And while I don’t blame you for it-- I can’t expect you to change your opinion overnight. I came here not only to tell you all my truth-- But I came here for the same purpose as all of you. To give my respect to Christopher Sabertooth. The man who gave humanity a chance when nobody else would. Christopher Sabertooth is dead but his memory will live on in all of you. I can’t say that I wouldn’t go crazy again. I can’t say that I wouldn’t lose hope in humanity again. But if there’s one thing that’d keep me going… It’s Chris.”
Havoc takes a white tulip out of his pocket and places it next to the gravestone marked for Chris.
“Chris cared about every one of you. Hana, he wanted to tell you the truth on your wedding day. I stopped him from doing so. Because I couldn’t have risked it all going wrong for him. He had been the happiest he’s ever been with you. And I couldn’t risk him losing it all over me. That goes for all of you. And for that reason, I promise you that I wouldn’t hurt you again. At least, not on purpose. As for his dreams… It’s my duty now to make sure they come true. While he may have given humanity a chance, I still need to do one thing. I need to bring down every person that ever hurt him. I need to destroy everybody that told him his dreams could never come true. I need to bring Chris to justice. So, I am here to apologize to all of you. The things I am about to do will come off as ruthless. Blood will be shed. Lives will be lost. I have to be the monster that Chris hated. Because that’s the only way I can fight back. And I will fight. For me. For Chris.”
Havoc wipes the tears off Hana’s face before stepping away from her.
“While Chris did teach me a lot-- All of you need to remember that the reason I was sane all along was because of him. The humanity inside of me is dead. And while I did say I wouldn’t hurt any of you… I’d recommend that none of you come in my way. I am not going to stop. And I need not be reasoned with. I am going to embark on a journey of vengeance. People haven’t seen the worst of me just yet. Everybody will pay for what they did to me. To Chris. And at the end of the journey, the fate of this world would be up for debate. Until then, it’s better for all of you that you do not try to stop me. I am not Chris. I am Havoc. The monster that you’re afraid of.”
A devilish smirk appears on his face as he stared at the picture of Chris surrounded by candles.
“It’s funny isn’t it, Chris? For you, all lives were created equal. That's why I came back to life. But you've finally come to realize it now, haven't you? Only one thing is equal for all, and that is death. Rest in peace.”
With that said, Havoc walks away from the group gathered around as they fail to comprehend what just happened. The man they thought of to be dead was alive-- Well, not exactly. Someone had died that fateful night. It was the humanity inside of a monster. And what remained was nothing but darkness. Havoc had a reason to inflict chaos upon the world. He had a purpose. Revenge.
-x-
Weeks of chaos followed as Havoc made his presence known in the world of Project: Honor. Some people were eager to see him gone. Especially, Mark Hunter. Not only did Hunter walk away from Chris at Proving Ground-- He had every intention of capitalizing on the supposed death of Havoc. Going as far as declaring himself as the Ascended Prime champion to be.
Havoc came back with a reason and Hunter, in turn, would serve as the first target.
The camera starts rolling as the scene begins in a rather gloomy room. There was a lot of dread in the surroundings as moss grew up along the walls of the establishment. The was a dim light keeping the surroundings lit as The Nightmare King sat in front and center of the camera. The Ascended Prime championship was carefully placed beside him along with the Tyrant crown.
“Mark Hunter. A name that has been synonymous with Project: Honor since its inception. A former Grand Champion that always found himself contesting at the top of the card. But as time passed and new people started showing up for the job, Hunter realized that he couldn’t hang with the best anymore. After a terrible ‘accident’ during the Purge, Hunter was forced to hang his boots. Even if he had physically recovered, his psyche had been shattered. Never had he felt so helpless before. Whilst the incident during the Purge is what led him down this path, it’s not what triggered it. The loss to the goth bitch, Elena DeDraca, was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Hunter had FAILED to capture the Legacy Championship. It was a tough pill to swallow. So when opportunity provided itself, Hunter packed his bags and went home.”
Havoc takes a pause for dramatic effect.
“So, why is that Mark Hunter is in the Main Event of a PPV in 2022? What changed? Well, the reason that held him back was no longer a factor anymore. The hype around Elena DeDraca had evaporated. There was nothing of substance to that lady anymore. She couldn’t hang with the best of them-- In fact, she couldn’t even hang with resident sleeper Brandon Hendrix. Elena was going through the same things that Mark went through-- But even then, she persevered. Hunter on the other hand took this opportunity to strike while the iron’s hot. He attacked Elena unceremoniously for no reason but to put himself at ease. He wasn’t man enough to beat Elena at his best-- So he chose to strike when she was down and out. Talk about kicking a dead horse. Elena was gone and Mark Hunter took the credit for something that had already been done before.”
Havoc shook his head in disappointment. The image of a gloating Mark Hunter put him in a bad mood.
“It’s clear that Hunter has had some conversations with his good friend, Indy Darling. One of the men involved in putting Arik Holt out of his job. Indy had started growing in power and it’s a common trend in humanity. When there’s a matter of power and position involved, corruption follows. Hunter probably struck a deal with his good friend that brought him back right where he left off. There was no reason for him to be in the Legacy Championship match. There was no reason for him to be handling the vacant championship and treating it like his own possession in the first place. Trust me, Hunter making his return with the Legacy belt over his shoulder will be the LAST time he ever comes close to that championship. Or any championship for that matter”
Speaking of the Legacy Championship match brought back the memories of Chris in Havoc’s mind. A fire had been lit inside of him as he stared right down the middle of the camera lens.
“The only reason he found himself in the conversation for that title was that Emmanuelle chose to carry him on her back to the finish line. If it wasn’t for her, Hunter wouldn’t have made it. But in the end, it all played into the plan of Mark Hunter. He found himself exactly where he wanted to be. At the top contesting for a belt, he could never win. With Elena out of the way, you’d think that the path to superstardom was one small step away. But fighting against me-- Against Emmy and Billy. Reality struck Hunter once again. He was out of his element. He couldn’t fight… No matter what he did, nothing was EVER going to be enough. And that’s when the truth of Mark Hunter was exposed to the world. It’s not what he’s been saying on the shows. Mark Hunter RAN away.”
Havoc lets out a snarl thinking about Hunter’s abandonment.
“And you know what irks me? The last thing Chris saw was Mark Hunter’s stupid ass choosing to not fight back. It’s hilarious! The last thing that Chris thought about was how much of a fucking pussy Mark Hunter was. Hunter had no obligation of saving Chris. But that’s not what he would have been saving if he made an effort. He would have saved a chance of winning the Legacy Championship for himself. But Hunter knew! Even if he did that, there’s no way he could fight a demon and a crackwhore. He walked away because he knew better. Maybe we should applaud him for knowing his limits. Or maybe we can ALL call him out for being a coward.”
“But credit to him, his conniving ass what trying to capitalize off a potential death. This man is willing to stoop down to the LOWEST of lows just so he can be champion again. The key here is, that he wants to do it without putting in the work. He doesn’t want to fight for the gold. He doesn’t want to earn his right to be a champion. NO! He wants the championship gold to be HANDED to him for no fucking reason. Why? Because he was somebody all those months ago? Mark hasn’t been shit for a while and the reality of not being good enough is haunting him to such a degree that he’d even lie to himself to prove otherwise. He has buddied up with Indy Darling who is playing babysitter for his old ass. I am surprised that Mark Hunter would take this fight-- It’s clearly not something he wants to do. Maybe he’ll get his head out of Indy’s asshole for a change and fight.”
Havoc shakes his head knowing better.
“Nah! He’s going to run, isn’t he? That’s what he’s been doing these past couple of weeks. Let’s not forget that the moment I got my hands on Mark, I made him bleed with my bare hands. All it took was a swift strike to the jaw and Mark was coughing up a pool of blood. At that moment, Hunter felt fear. He screamed about how unfair it was that I survived. That I lived-- Well, I didn’t come out of it unchanged. No. Far worse than that. Tell me, Mark… What do you think is the ultimate fear? I really thought that I'd already reached the darkest of the dark, but then, ahead of me, I beheld a darkness even greater still. There’ll be a moment in your life that will continue to haunt you till your dying day-- And trust me, they’re not that far away! You had a chance to save Christopher. You let the humanity inside of me die in front of your eyes, Mark. All that’s left is a void full of darkness. Chris was afraid of losing everything that he had worked so hard to build. All the relationships. A life he could be happy about. YOU LET THAT DIE IN FRONT OF YOU!... And I praise you for it. You’re like me, Mark. You’re a monster.”
A demonic smirk appeared on the face of The Nightmare Tyrant.
“But unlike me, you lack the courage to fight. You lack the will to succeed. You only WANT things. You don’t need it. You don’t try hard enough to get it. I am sure you’re hatching up a plan with your boyfriend, Indy Darling. I am sure they’ll try to screw me over. In fact, I encourage it! Please! Be my guest! I have been WAITING to be unleashed upon this cruel world and with no human voice inside of me telling me to stop-- My pent-up anger and frustrations are WAITING to be let out! I want to feel free, Mark! I don’t want to carry this burden of enacting justice for the human side of me any longer. So, I am quickly going to act on my whims.”
Havoc’s expression changed as he stared down at the camera with blood lust in his eyes.
“There’s nothing special about being born. Not a thing. Most of the universe is just death, nothing more. In this universe of ours, the birth of a new life on some corner of our planet is nothing but a tiny, insignificant flash. Death is a normal thing. So why live? Do you know how crazy things have to be for the people to be cheering me on when I whoop your ass? That’s how detestable you’ve become. The Mark Hunter of hold was a proud warrior. Whatever this is-- It’s gotta end. You may think that you’ve outsmarted the devil, but he always comes to collect. Isn’t it apropos for the show to be called Public Execution? It’s like the world is giving me signs of what I need to do. And even better, you can’t even run from this anymore! There’ll be steel on every side of the ring keeping you from running away as you have before. And there’s hell for you to pay. It’s magical, isn’t it?”
Havoc lets out a burst of laughter thinking about what he was going to do to Mark Hunter when he got his hands on him.
“Somehow, everything has aligned against you. You have the honor and privilege of being locked in a fucking cell with a demon. A demon whose anger has no bounds. A demon who was only held at bay by the voice of humanity inside of him. A voice that had now vanished. Mark-- This isn’t going to be like any other match. I am not there to fight. In fact, I could care less about who wins or losses. They can disqualify me if they so prefer. What I NEED to do is stab you in the fucking gut and pull it out. And then I am going to use your intestines as a noose around your neck to hang you from the cell. Now THAT is a public execution. That’s what the people want to see! So who am I to deprive these heathens with a satisfactory dose of blood and gore. AND THEY’RE GOING TO CHEER ME FOR IT! Your death will bring JOY to the people. How did we even get here, Mark? What the fuck did you do? I am sure you’re living a life full of regrets but there’s no going back now.”
“You may fool the world but you’re not fooling me. I saw the fear in your eyes when I stood there in front of you. You tried to fight back but it was futile. You can lie to these people and make them believe in this Mark Hunter. Heck, I wouldn’t be surprised if people had me down as an underdog in my own title match. This new and improved Mark Hunter appears to be cutthroat. He put Elena away for good. But all of that is smoke and mirrors. How weak the mind is when it wants to forget. Maybe you didn't forget. Maybe you're just lying. Is it a lie you tell to everyone around you, or perhaps a lie you tell to yourself? Do you think your sin will disappear if you lie? People have seen you for what you are, Mark. They know the REAL you. The person who wouldn’t dare step up to me face to face. I’ve never seen a monster wear a corporate suit and tie. I have never seen a monster rely on his connections to make it far in the world. This facade you’re putting upon is a cheap imitation of what I am. You’re trying to be the devil. You’re trying to be the agent of chaos. But all you’re doing is getting yourself in worse trouble for all the pretense.”
Havoc shakes his head vigorously as he talks about his opponent.
“CHOOSE YOUR FUCKING NARRATIVE! What do you want to be, Mark? A badass fighter who is the new agent of chaos. A man who will stop at nothing from reclaiming his position at the top. Or… Are you the COWARD that I see you for? A coward who continues to run away from all of his problems. A coward who couldn’t hack it before so he hung up his boots only to be brought back when his best friend takes control of the whole company. A coward who couldn’t face me when I stepped up to him. YOU CAN’T BE BOTH! You’re not a messiah. You’re not a demon. You’re not a monster. You’re Mark fucking Hunter. You’re a loser. You ran away from the ring when Elena put you in your place… I am going to send you to a place you can’t come back from. Retirement would have been ideal, Mark. You could have lived the rest of your life knowing you were somebody. But now-- The people will know your worth. YOU’RE NOTHING, MARK HUNTER! A shadow of the past overstaying his welcome.”
“I don’t think you realize what you’ve done! You’re in my wheelhouse, locked inside a fucking cage with me! ON MY SHOW FIGHTING FOR MY FUCKING CHAMPIONSHIP! The world knows what I can do-- Your LONGEST reigning Prime Champion in history. I elevated that belt-- Scratch that. I ASCENDED it to the next level! Even the seemingly unstoppable Billy Bennett couldn’t take this piece of gold from me. And trust me, I will get to Billy. Andrew. Savannah. Indy. All the people that were responsible for the death of Christopher Sabertooth. But for now-- Mark you will be the stepping stone for the next chapter in the life of The Nightmare Tyrant. Frankly speaking, I don’t think you understand the gravity of the situation. I don’t think you understand who I really am and what I am capable of. Nobody would make such a grave mistake with such gravitas without ANYTHING to back it up.”
Havoc grabs the Ascended Prime Championship and admires its beauty. He had barely gotten a chance to relish his grand achievement. Now being crowned the longest reigning champion in Fallout’s history, Havoc had proven everything that he needed to prove. He was a trendsetter. A history maker. A champion for the ages.
“Let me just say this… Mark, even if you do get your hands on championship gold. I don’t know, you pull off some miracle or have your best friend get all the security and wrestlers he can find to hold me down for the three count. You’ll never be able to be content ever again in your life. I don’t see why an old fucking bag of bones can walk into the company and simply get handed a title shot for existing. Being Indy’s bitch certainly pays the bill, doesn’t it? No matter what the result is, I promise you-- I am going to stab you in the fucking gut. I want to treat the cell like a canvas straight from hell by painting it with your blood and hanging bits and pieces of your mangled body for the world to witness. There WILL be an execution with me acting as the judge, jury, and executioner. The verdict is already out. Mark Hunter is a DEAD MAN WALKING. And he’s only FIRST on the list of people that I NEED to destroy.”
A twisted smile appears on the face of Havoc as he draws out the knife. The same knife he had won at Black Friday Mall Brawl. The same knife that was used to nearly stab Jason Long to death.
“The skinhead. His Oompa Loompa of a wife. The crackwhore extraordinaire. They will all follow suit. Mark Hunter has the privilege of being the first of many. The world will feel the wrath of The Nightmare Tyrant. I haven’t come to a conclusion just yet. I do not know if this world is worth saving. Chris made me promise that I wouldn’t hurt anybody he loved. But what about me? My promises? I don’t know how long I can keep that up before I bring this whole world to the fucking ground. I hope… I sincerely hope that the satisfaction of taking the lives of the people that wronged him will put me at ease. These people took away the only thing stopping me from doing the WORST possible things known to humanity. If humans can delve deep into their darkness and commit unspeakable acts-- Imagine what a being birthed out of the depths of hell can do at its absolute worst. I hope for the sake of this planet that you won’t find that out anytime soon.”
Havoc scoffs as he marks his final remark.
“I would say that I’ll be seeing Mark in hell. But that structure isn’t hell for Mark for what it is. It’s hell for Mark because of WHO he is locked inside with. And you best believe I’ll be digging deep into the trenches of hell to bring Mark Hunter down. Only then can I be free. Vengeance will be mine. And with it, comes freedom.”
