Post by Havoc on Apr 6, 2021 19:39:24 GMT -5
The scene begins in a dark alleyway as the scene begins with a LA Personal Security official flashing his torch at what appears to be an abandoned church. Rumor was that the Nightmare King and his loyal followers had stationed at this location for the night and this was their only opportunity to catch him when he least expected it. The Police had been informed but it was late at night and they wouldn’t come to this remote location just off a rumor. After OWA’s biggest show of the year, Final Destination III, Havoc finally succumbed to the combined forces of the ENTIRE OWA roster and has been missing ever since then. Authorities would love to put away Havoc for all the lives he has endangered over the last couple of years. Heck, maybe people could tie him to the death of the legendary wrestler, Kenny Drake, and get him locked up for life. Although, one must wonder, how effective the concrete walls of the prison will be at containing a demonic entity like himself. We’re at the perspective of the guard, who is carrying a night vision camera to capture any movements inside the abandoned church.
This brave guard had volunteered to check at this location, with a promise of Police backup on its way if he were to send a distress signal. The guard climbs over the debris as broken ceilings and damp walls surrounded this giant rotting structure. Careful with his every step, he made sure to check every corner of the Church halls and to his relief, there seemed to be nobody around. He takes in a sigh of relief, dusting off a platform and sitting by it as he took in from the dreadful surroundings around him. Places like these could easily be a setting for a horror movie for how eerie and gloomy the whole building appears to be. Utter silence can sometimes be even scarier than the chatter of the unknown. A lot of evil could be lurking in the shadows, unseen to a common eye. The guard radio’s back to the Police Station stating that the building is empty and there’s no use for the backup. He gets one final glimpse around the Church before standing up and making his way to the exit.
From his peripheral vision, he notices a large statue situated by the side of the Church. Shining the light right at it revealed its true nature. As a figure of the Lord, Jesus Christ stood in front of him-- having its own share of wear and tear. Disappointed at the state it’s in-- he turns his attention back towards the exit only to find the door he had entered from to be missing. Replaced with an endless dark hallway that had no visible end to it all. Shining his light into the darkness didn’t help either. There was nothing to be seen-- while the guard was sure of the path he had taken. He couldn’t wrap his head around what was happening around him.
He quickly turns towards the statute only to find it missing-- To his horror, the statue had somehow made it across the entire church and was situated right behind him. He lets out a scream that would go unheard in the endless darkness around him as he falls to the ground, cracking his torch open in the process. Hurriedly, he tries to assemble the torch back together as it flickered for moments before dying. The guard felt the urgency of his situation and quickly tried to get help by grabbing the radio. But even it had lost its power. No matter what button he pressed, the line was dead on the other side.
“PLEASE! PLEASE! I HAVE A FAMILY! LET ME GO! PLEASE!
The guard pleaded for his life. Knowing that he was in presence of a supernatural entity, there is nothing more he could do but beg. His pupils were heavily dilated because of the pitch-black darkness around him. He frantically searched around and screamed for help only to get silence in return. The guard, perhaps middle-aged, almost breaks into tears knowing that this might be his end. And what a terrible end to endure-- being ripped apart by a demon. For a last-ditch effort, he smacks the tail end of the torch, and surprisingly, it ends up working for him. The light of the torch returns to a shocking sight for the guard. Standing in front of him was a man with face paint smeared across his face and crimson red eyes shining bright as the fire. He wanted to scream but nothing would come out. To his horror, the man wasn’t alone. Along with him was an entire army of people staring daggers into his soul. He would try to crawl away but Havoc would get to him first. Grabbing him by his leg, he manhandles a grown-ass man and throws onto the parasite-ridden church finishing that immediately falls apart on impact as the camera now points right up at the ceiling.
The torch, now pointing directly at the horrors that would presume as Havoc approached the helpless guard as his screams echoed through the empty halls of the church. Those screams would eventually die down as Havoc is seen sitting next to the guard, upright with a faint smirk on his face. He looks at the guard like a father looks at his newborn, pulling his hair off his forehead to reveal the all-black eyes of the guard and his mouth wide open-- stuck in that position.
“Welcome… to the family, my son.”
Havoc grinned as the guard let out a shit-eating grin to reveal all his teeth missing. The rest of the group jumps on the man as Havoc steps away as an in-fight almost breaks free to the pleasure of the Nightmare King. He reveled at the chaos. With a snap of his finger, the lights of the church return to reveal demonic inscriptions painted all over the walls in “red”. Havoc grabs the fallen camera and switches off the night vision as he stares right into the lens with a stone-cold expression. He considers crushing it right there and then-- but he holds back. Choosing to rather use this as a message. A message he’d need to send to a new place that he was about to come by. The halls of Project: Honor. The words of the fearless leader would become a symbol for the group, as his people hung on to his every word. Every sermon. He was their messiah, who happened to be irate due to the humiliation he suffered at the hands of the entire OWA roster.
“It’s your very own kind that holds the power to hurt you, isn’t it? I have never paid heed to any comments made at my expense by my contemporaries. They do not faze me. But when I put my trust in somebody and they TEAR it apart, it truly does hurt me. Well, I have lost the capability to feel pain otherwise-- but the emotional trauma that I underwent this past week at Final Destination was truly the worst moment of my life. Not only was my OWA World Championship STOLEN from me-- but the people who I thought were my BROTHERS, stabbed me right in the back. I could go on and ON about all the injustice that was committed against me on that night-- but that won’t change the result. That wouldn’t give me back my title. MY FUCKING TITLE!! It won’t! And it won’t give me back the platform that was snatched away from underneath my feet. All these people around here-- They put their trust in me and I feel like I have let them down. Even now, they stand by my side, but the burden on my shoulders has only grown in size. How am I supposed to look out for the betterment of these people if EVERYBODY around me is going beyond their way to screw me over? Why? Because my actions and ideals differ from theirs? Is that the ‘free world’ that we live in? A place where we can’t even fucking fight for the injustice committed against the poor for EONS! The system wants the downtrodden or ‘untouchables’ of the society, stuck at the bottom of the totem pole, to stay there and fight amongst themselves. Petty crimes, poverty, disdain for this world-- ALL fueled by how we have been wired by the machine. While the rich keep getting richer at the expense of the common folk and make a FUCKING MOCKERY out of our existence. People like us have been BOUND to the shackles that tie us with this society’s inner workings and KEEPS us at the bottom of the barrel. People like us were NEVER meant to succeed!! And when I started to change that narrative, they couldn’t hack it! They had to go BEYOND their way to take everything away from me. I don’t deserve good things-- according to this world for the paint I wear and the people I represent. DO THEY NOT DESERVE A VOICE? Are you nodding your head at home? Because if you are, then you are PART of the problem. You’re just watching the corporate suits do whatever they please to BREAK people who have nothing begin with all for their entertainment. Everybody likes poking a stick to these people, expecting that they’d never fight back. Why would they? After all, their lives revolve around the fucking rules we’ve bound to since childhood. We are BRAINWASHED into classifying things into good and bad -- being told there is a definite line between the two. But moral standpoints aren’t that black and white. The world operates on a shade of grey and my actions, although criminal to some-- are REVOLUTIONARY to others. So who are you to call me a villain?! There are big corporations whose sole purpose is to profit off the misery of the people-- and YET I am the one this world labels as a monster. At Least I am true to what I say. I am not putting on a front when I do things-- If I DO choose to kill somebody, I will let the world know my exact motive. My people laud me as a HERO-- Who are YOU to tell them that they’re wrong!?! TELL ME!”
He screamed at the camera as the people around him were unbothered by the demon’s grumblings getting louder by the moment.
“I can’t change the past but I know that I DO hold the power to morph our future. OWA may have made their decision-- They may think that they have taken EVERYTHING from me… but they’re wrong! My strength does not come from the title I hold. It doesn’t come from the position that I bear. My strength comes from my people. AND I HAVE STILL GOT PEOPLE BEHIND ME! THEY-- THEY ARE ALL MY PEOPLE! THEY CHOSE TO BE HERE! THEY CHOSE TO STAND BESIDE ME! THEY CHOSE TO BE A PART OF HISTORY! And no title will ever change that. In fact, I have been given a wonderful opportunity-- to start afresh. While some familiar faces will continue to haunt me down at the halls of Project: Honor, it’s a completely new set of people! New fans! New wrestlers to face! New followers to be gained! My words WILL open their eyes, sooner or later. They WILL see the future that I am out to establish. They WILL… FEAR me.”
He said, as his expression changes. His eyes have been void of life for what seems to be an eternity. The body that Havoc currently possesses has served his purpose well. Having succeeded in OWA, Wrestleworld, SSW, and WWH only to name a few-- Havoc established dominance over the wrestling world with his newfound body. After laying dormant for generations, wandering around like a lost soul-- Havoc finally found a like-minded individual, whose desperation had reached its limits. When a man breaks-- he lets open the Pandora’s Box. Havoc leaped at the opportunity of taking over Christopher Sabertooth’s body, for now, he would become the conduit of his revolution.
“They WON’T listen unless we give them no other choice. FEAR! The greatest tool that mankind has given us. The world and its people speak many languages but fear happens to be common knowledge that EVERYBODY understands. Fear of what, you may ask? The TRUTH! Everybody is happy to be living in their own personal bubble high up in cloud nine! They have lost touch with reality and I am just a brutal dose of said reality that opens the eyes of these misguided people. I DO believe in second chances-- Heck, I have been given hundreds of them. While I do believe in forgiveness, there are some sins that outweigh that of others. Being ignorant can be forgiven. Being the spoke on the wheel of the machine cannot. For I am the judge, jury, and executioner for their fate. You’d imagine that I have been rendered weaker because of the losses I had to face at the hands of Jeff X-- Well, you would be mistaken. I was born out of the fucking ashes of pain and misery. That is ALL that I have felt my entire life. The pain that I feel right now only FUELS my anger. It only makes me want to crave it more. It only makes me want to go even FUCKING crazier than I did before! And for that, I have to thank Project: Honor. I am going to make the most of this opportunity... Do you know what ACTUALLY excites me? Having to build your reputation all over again. People prefer being handed the best opportunity right off the bat solely on the reputation they have built elsewhere. But Project: Honor? They have me starting right from the bottom. Frankly, I respect that. Being on the pre-show is a slap on the face of ANY world champion making the transition-- Not to me. I get to inflict FEAR upon those poor souls that have the unfortunate fate of going against me. I feel for them-- TRULY! While it happens to be their only chance to make a first impression, I will feed upon their misery as I tear them apart-- limb for limb. That INCLUDES my supposed partner, The Gym Coach. What an interesting character if I say so myself. But frankly put, I don’t give a fuck about my opponents. They just happen to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. I am DESPERATE to make things right. Utter annihilation of my opponents would certainly be a sight worth feasting upon, wouldn’t it?”
He said nonchalantly. It would be foolish to confuse his hubris for his lack of preparation. No matter who he faces, Havoc ALWAYS gives it his all. He has never taken any opponent lightly, no matter how far down the proverbial totem pole they might be. Perhaps, a detriment to his career as well, as it has taken a toll on his host’s body. But Havoc pushes through it all, for he only cares about one thing. Ashes of the Wake. His movement. His people. IF he can get a platform with plenty of eyes on him, he’d be able to reach the people whose voices have gone unheard. Through him, they’d be able to find justice for their misery. Through him, they’d find solace. Every ‘innocent’ life he has taken has played a part to get his movement towards his goal. While the concept of innocence is very subjective-- Havoc acts upon his own moral compass to execute punishment as he deems fit. Who WOULD want to stop a raging demon?
“While my inclusion at the very bottom of Fallout will be an eye-opening experience for everybody on the roster-- My mere existence will serve as notice! They will have no choice but to pay attention to me. Or else-- Project: Honor is in for one HELL of a ride. I will burst my way through glass ceilings-- I will grab the brass ring and shove it so far down the management’s throat that they’ll be left with no choice but to embrace The Nightmare King as their NEW Messiah. Or--- they’ll DIE trying. This world needs to be turned upon its head and it can only be achieved by chaos. That is what I instill in this world. And I will do that by any means necessary! Whether that be caving the skull of my opponent with my bare hands. Or leaving just a heap of bones in my wake… There is nothing holding me back. Not fear. Not pain. NOTHING! I WILL KILL IF NECESSARY! I WILL KILL EVERYBODY IF THAT MEANS THAT PEOPLE LIKE YOU AND I CAN REALIZE THE POWER THAT WE HOLD! Logan Burgess and Kevin Hunter, I do not hold any grudges towards you. This isn’t personal. It’s purely business. For if I do not destroy you, these people will not understand. You should be PROUD! You two will be the first martyrs for OUR REVOLUTION! You will be immortalized in the annals of history as people will CONTINUE to look back on these moments-- The moment when Project: Honor changed forever. I AM that change. I will burn Fallout into the ground only to rebuild it back from the ground up! Why stop there? I PLAN TO BURN THIS WHOLE FUCKING WORLD TO THE GROUND! All for a good cause, of course! The change will not happen until we demolish the old practices set by society. I hope that you’d recover from the beatdown you’re about to receive on Fallout. I hope that you go on to succeed further down in your career! It would TRULY be a shame to see two innocent men lose their lives over something that wasn’t in their control. Be careful of what you say. While I might not have any personal vendetta against you at the moment-- things could get A LOT worse for the two of you. Keep it simple-- go out there and absorb all the exposure that you get through my association alone. You’re made men! Destined to immortalized! Live in the moment! For there’s not much more left for you to enjoy.”
He remarked with a sadistic smirk on his face. His demonic aura radiated through the camera, sending shivers down the spine of those who chose to watch. The message was clear. After conquering the halls of the countless other promotions, Havoc had laid his eyes upon what was next. Project: Honor.
“Don’t forget that I forgot about you, Jason. I remember what you did. I ALWAYS will. I will be seeing you soon. And for everybody who was unfamiliar with me until today-- You’re in for a rude awakening. Unless of course, you choose to be on the RIGHT side of history. All you have to do is take my hand…. AND I PROMISE YOU….”
He stared right into the camera as all the people gathered around him with the guard from earlier front and center of the pack.
“YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE”
The camera breaks into static as the scene comes to an end.