Post by Havoc on Apr 20, 2021 21:39:39 GMT -5
The scene begins in what appears to be the eighties. A retro setup with tacky house paint, people in vibrant clothing with mullets, mohawks, and Jheri curls everywhere. “I Wanna Dance with Somebody” by Whitney Houston is blasting in the background as the scene transitions to a young couple sitting in their living room watching television on their box TV. Suddenly, there’s a knock on their door as the husband chooses to answer. The camera pans around to reveal a younger Christopher Sabertooth, looking as innocent as ever, holding on to a tiny basket with a cloth covering its contents. He smiles cordially at the man as the husband returns the gesture before inquiring about his identity.
“Hey there, young fella. What have you got there?” The husband curiously asked the young teenager standing in front of him who puts on an even bigger fake smile in response.
“Nothing but the best cookies, sir. The girl scouts were busy today so as a responsible member of the boy scout, we’ll be helping them out with sales. Would you like to try one?” He replied, with a sadistic smile on his face that creeped out the man on the front door.
“Ugh… No thank you!” With that said, the man quickly tried to shut the door close only for it to be caught mid-swing by Sabertooth. Through a minor power struggle, Sabertooth prevails as he flings the door open again to the horror of the homeowner.
“What the hell are you doing?!” The homeowner asked as a mixture of fear and anger spilled through his words.
“I said-- I’ve got some cookies for you to try. How could you even close the door on me when I am trying to help such a good cause? You’re a MONSTER, aren’t you? TRY these cookies. I INSIST!” Sabertooth said as he grabbed the homeowner’s arm and yanked on it with ease, getting it closer to the basket of cookies he has.
“H-Honey… We’ve got a p-problem. Get my gun!” He demanded but there was no answer on the other side. The man kept calling for his wife but she wouldn’t listen. The camera pans to reveal her eyes glued to the television not hearing a word, despite the loud tone. With a blank expression on her face, she kept staring into the TV monitor as we found out what exactly she was watching. A sermon from Havoc, of course. The young teenager standing outside now appeared on the television screen, donning red and black face paint as a demonic sound screeched through the TV speakers.
We pan back to the front door as the hometown panics, trying to get away from the apparent boy on the door-- but failing regardless. Chris maintained a tight grip on his hands as he began chuckling manically looking at the frantic actions of a terrified man.
“SOMEBODY-- ANYBODY! HELP! HELP ME! HELP!” He kept calling out for help as the people walking by the street just ignored his cries for help. With no options left for him, the man tries to fight his way out-- throwing a punch towards Sabertooth. He was able to clock the teenager right in the jaw, snapping his head back and forth from the impact. Yet, Chris maintained the grip as he lifting his head back into position to reveal blood dripping down his lips. With an even devious smile on his face, he shoved the cookie basket right into the head of the homeowner, knocking him down to the floor. As the man tried to crawl away, Chris grabbed him by his leg and slammed the door shut on it as the man let out an agonizing scream. With tears pouring down his face, he tries to beg for mercy from the demonic creature in front of him.
“Please… Please let me go. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know what you want from me. Take anything! Anything you’d like! My wallet-- the television. I don’t care! Just let me be!” Said the terrified man as tears poured down his face. Chris walked a step closer and kneeled by his prone body with a smirk on his face.
“Sir-- All you had to do was take a cookie. I kept telling you that you should give it a try-- BUT YOU WON’T FUCKING LISTEN! EAT. THIS. DAMN. COOKIE.” Sabertooth screamed as the man reluctantly grabbed onto the basket and took out one chocolate chip cookie. His hands are trembling as he brings the cookie close to his mouth, not knowing what’s in it or what it’d do to him. Tears continue to roll down his face as he takes a bite of the cookie.
“Good. Now that’d be $2.32. Unless you want a dozen packed which will set you back a measly $10.50. Call that a goodwill discount from me. So, what would you like?” He inquired with serious conviction confusing the husband who begins wiping away his tears.
“I-I don’t get it.”
Sabertooth lets out a deep sigh before shaking his head.
“I will only repeat it once. $2.32 for the one that you took a bite out of. $10.50 if you want them by the dozen. I’ve got more lying around in my trunk in case you want them as well. So, are we clear?” Chris questioned as the man scratched his head. He notices that the bleeding around his ankle had stopped and magically healed itself.
“A...Am I high?”
Chris shook his head as he points at the calendar in the background. April 20th….. Of course.
“OH SHIT!”
Suddenly, he snaps out of his fever-pitch dream and wakes up in the present-day-- watching the advertisement for the Project: Honor Fallout V. As the names of all the participants in the main event… A Girl Scout Cookie Table Royale match with names like Jason Long, Savannah Sunshine, and Havoc involved. He breathes a sigh of relief and looks at his wife he is seemingly judging him for acting weird.
“You won’t believe what I just saw. Man-- This Girl Scout Cookie Indica Hybrid with OG Buba Kush strain sure hit different. God damn! I just imagined getting mugged by one of the people on television right now. One of them creepy wrestlers just walked into our house-- which was surprisingly in the eighties for some reason. He was trying to sell me cookies and he was all fucking weird about it. Oh, man! I thought I was dunzo right there. And you weren’t talking to me and shit--- It was crazy! I love 420! Heck yeah!” The man takes a hit out of his bong as his wife, now annoyed by his stoner antics, disappointedly shrugs it off and walks out of the frame.
“This some good shit!”
The man looks at the screen and finds himself staring face to face with Havoc. Thinking of it as yet another high, he continues smoking out of his bong-- as the feed transfers to the man on the television screen.
“After the embarrassment of a match that happened two weeks ago-- I finally get rectify on the mistakes made by the company as I ascend to my rightful place in the MAIN EVENT. Didn’t take long, did it? While one might say that the random assortment of talent in this match is just to pad up the number of bodies for a match-type as such… I will grab this opportunity by the balls and squeeze the ever-living life out of it. Project: Honor doesn’t waste time! While I am not particularly jumping at the opportunity to be the face of a Girl Scout Cookie brand, what better publicity can one get than to be immortalized on a box of cardboard that every family in America is blackmailed to buy for a ‘good cause’. Just know that you’re a terrible person if you slam your door on those poor girls. But we already knew that, didn’t we? Deep down we’re all trying to move past our sins by doing ONE good deed for the MILLIONS of mistakes that we made throughout our lives, thinking that it would atone us for it all. All these God-fearing people don’t want to end up in hell but forget that hell is the world that we live in. Death. Poverty. Corruption. We’re not even surprised by it anymore. That’s how pathetic our lives are. We’re NOTHING to the machine-- We’re just pawns of the society doing the evil corporation’s bidding. These motherfuckers create the problem in our lives and sell us the solution at an exorbitant price. So, is that the life that we want?”
Havoc questioned, knowing very well that he holds the answer to it all.
“I do not appeal to the rich to change their ways-- They have committed heinous acts that should not be forgiven. Change won’t come as long as they exist. I am reaching out to the masses who live their lives, bound to the shackles set by society, slaving away their lives for minuscule paychecks. Do you want to live in a world RID of poverty-- Rid of corruption. RID of the corporate suits who think they know how we should be living our lives?! Then take my hand in this revolution. Become part of the change that you want to be. Voicing our opinions WILL NOT work on these people. We have to take it by force. We have to show them a language that they will understand. FEAR. They will fear our unity. They will fear our agenda. They will FEAR….US. To establish a new society, we have to break down the principles set in stone. We have to burn this world to the ground and only THEN can we rebuild it from the ashes left in its wake. People of Project: Honor… OWA vilified me. Wrestleworld wiped me out of existence. WWH put up an ARMY to take me down. This is the kind of opposition that I have to deal with. They HATE to see people like us succeed. They hate to give me a platform to SPEAK THE TRUTH! So, they’d twist the narrative to whatever they deem fit. It’s time for action, my people. We will break down these shackles. We will FREE the world of the people governing our every action. We will DESTROY anybody that stands in our way. For what? FOR EQUALITY! FOR FREEDOM! I am not going to give Project: Honor a chance to take me down. I am not going to give them a chance to hinder OUR revolution. So, get ready to print my face all over those fucking cookies. Because I am putting every single one of my opps through the table if that is what it takes. I will not hang around in the fucking pre-show dark matches, hoping to put on a show for a disinterested crowd that is too busy hogging down junk by the concession stands before the show. The main event is where I belong. Where I’ll have ALL eyes on me. I am going to use every single second of this opportunity to push my agenda. To show the people the TRUTH. I am the face of the New World. I am a beacon of change. I am humanity’s last hope. They may label me as a terrorist. They can call me a demon. A monster! But the monstrosity that this world WILLINGLY breeds is far worse than anything I have ever done. A few innocent lives are a small cost to pay in exchange for a better world. A cost far lesser than what we’re paying with our blood, sweat, and tears daily living in this hell-hole. I am not letting deviants like them judge my morality on the basis of the bloodshed I leave in my path. I don’t see them as sacrifices-- I see them as martyrs to the bigger cause. A necessary evil to get the ball rolling. They didn’t pay attention to us before-- Now, they’d be left with no choice when we GUT each and every politician… every fucking billionaire and play jump rope with their insides. Or maybe when we parade around with their heads on a pike, they’ll FINALLY listen.”
Havoc snickers at the camera. The threats he was making may have been out of order but is something he is willing to do to get the right eyes on his movement. If the people stop fearing the machine-- They’ll rebel against it. Havoc wants to be the fire that will consume the world in its entirety.
“Which brings me to the action at hand. Fallout V -- The ball is in my court. While the P:H faithful don’t expect me to pull off a victory with names such as Jason Long, Pyro, Savannah Sunshine involved-- this is the perfect opportunity to disrupt the company as they know it. Isn’t that right, Jason? Funny that I find you here instead of OWA after our conundrum at Final Destination. Storytime, PH fans! You see… Jason and I shared a tight bond. I thought of him as my partner. My right-hand man. My brother! I did everything I could in my power to drag him out of the trenches and give him an opportunity when nobody else would. I cared for this man. I treated him like family. I gave him a purpose-- I DID EVERYTHING FOR HIM! And guess how Jason paid me back for all my actions? He stabbed me in the back when EVERY FUCKING ODDS were already stacked against me. The entire OWA locker room emptied out to make sure I don’t walk out of Final Destination with the OWA World Championship. Despite all my powers, the odds seemed insurmountable. Jacob Knight-- another fucking traitor showed his true colors that night. But I knew that ONE man would have my back regardless. Maverick. Jason. Whatever you want to call him. We RAN Kingdom for a good part of a year… We did it together. But on that night, I was stabbed by the man I trusted the most. The moment he grabbed the steel chair away from me-- my heart shattered into several pieces. Somehow, he had managed to do the most damage to me than anybody has ever done without laying a finger on me. I would have taken a bullet for that man… Alas, things don’t exactly go as planned. Sometimes, greed and envy take precedence over actual fucking relationships. You wanted to be the King, didn’t you Jason? Even though I had PROMISED to hand over the keys to the Kingdom to you for everything you had done for me. I had promised to crown you as a worthy King! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO KEEP THIS MOVEMENT ALIVE, JASON! But you tried to end it all. But I am a fucking roach, Jason. They could have dropped a fucking nuke on me and I would have survived. And now, we get to start the next chapter of our lives. I see that you have your hands full, Jason. You have Drago to deal with it. Also, the love of your life-- or according to her past track record… boyfriend of the season, Savannah Sunshine up in here too! I am really happy to see you enjoy the good things in life, Jason. You’re a staple here. Everybody knows your name and I am proud… Genuinely!”
Havoc seems sincere bout his feelings regarding Jason. Although hurt by his actions, he is happy to see him succeed.
“But every time I try to be happy for you-- I get haunted by the terrible memories of you RUINING everything that we built together. Jason, I am happy that you’re getting ahead in life. But there is a rule that we set when we started the Ashes of the Wake. Destruction of EVERYONE that stands in our way. And unfortunately for you, Jason-- You will have to become a victim of that very rule. I will have to take away EVERYTHING that you have. Your happiness. Your success… your life. But don’t worry, Jason. I will take good care of Savannah after your passing. She is FAMILY after all”
Havoc let out a devious smirk as he stared right into the camera.
“Frankly put, Jason. I want to concentrate on winning this watch. I want to talk about the bizarre world of Pyro. Or the delusions of an optimist in Pixie Sloan. I really want to get into the nitty-gritty and break down my opposition, bit by bit. But every time I do that, I get reminded of your stupid fucking face staring right into my eyes. Why did you have to ruin everything, Jason? WHY?! I would have watched you ascend to your rightful throne and personally placed the crown upon your head if that is what you wanted. You should have just asked me! WHY DIDN’T YOU FUCKING ASK ME, JASON?! You know what I do next has EVERYTHING to do with you. YOU forced my hand. Now, I have to end the very thing I created. You were dead to me the moment you pulled that chair away… In fact, you were dead to the ENTIRE world that very moment. Because you signed off your fate that day. I can’t let you get away with that even if I really want to. I want to think that you’re the same Jason Long that I bonded with not too long ago. The same Jason Long that stood alongside me as we went through WAR! I want to forgive you-- I want to give you a second chance. After all, my life was built upon second chances and it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t give you a fair shot! But treachery? That is the most heinous crime anyone could commit. It does pain me to put an end to your ascension, Jason. It hurts me to take the life of my brother. I am sorry, Jason. I really am. But your death warrant has been signed off. Now, I am here to collect what I was promised. Your soul. Your body. Your life. I want it all, Jason. I want to consume it all-- And I will cherish every moment that we shared together. You were an important part of the Ashes and I commend you for your contributions. Now… die. I will try to make it quick. It’s a fucking shame that the kid will grow up without a fatherly figure in his life…. Or probably not considering how quickly Sav moves on. I will make sure she’ll mourn your death longer than her last relationship lasted. So about a week. Sorry for getting graphic, my dear Fallout enthusiasts. And I apologize in advance for what you’ll have to witness when I get my hands on Jason. Fallout couldn’t come any sooner. I’ve waited for this moment, Jason. And I am going to cherish our last moments together very well. Rest easy, my friend.”
Havoc declared, mockingly holding his hand by his heart before pointing at the heaven’s above.
“And as for the rest of the competition, I’d recommend not putting your hands on Jason. He’s mine… And ONLY mine. The consequences of not complying with it will only make it worse for you. I will KILL anybody who dares to eliminate him. This is a great opportunity for me to finally get the revenge I’ve been aching forever since Final Destination. Once I get rid of him and Savannah-- I have to take care of Savannah too. She’s my good friend, after all. I am sure she recalls her time teaming up with Sabertooth back in the day. Sabertooth and Savannah sure did look good together, didn’t they? I am sure Jason got that from me. Heck, maybe I’d want to get my hands on Savannah BEFORE I put Jason six feet under. After all, he was part of the reason why I am not OWA World Champion anymore. So, I have to take away something of equal value… maybe not as much, but close enough. You’re going to have to watch me crush Savannah’s puny little skull onto the table as I stare you right into your eyes the way you did at Final Destination. And then I’ll ask you how you feel, Jason. YOU’LL SUFFER FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME! YOU WILL! I PROMISE YOU! And I promise each and every one of you watching at home-- There will be an end to this story. There will be an end to Jason Long. There will be an end to Fallout… With my hand raised as the victor after I have victimized every poor sodding soul in that ring. Project: Honor will witness the start of a new chapter for the Ashes. And how apropos for it to begin with Jason in the grave. And Savannah back in the streets…. where she belongs. Welcome to MY show!"
He spreads his hands open in a welcoming gesture as the sadistic undertones are hidden away for a moment as the man attempts to connect with the masses watching at home.
"I hope you take note. I hope you pay attention. I hope you understand that I am not somebody to be fucked with. Jason will be the example. Everybody else will follow. And I'm taking whatever the fuck that comes with it. Titles. Glory. Recognition. I know that y'all want to be a part of that change. I know that you want to be on the right side of history. So, I'll say it once for everybody watching at home…. Join me! Take my hand! Stand alongside your Messiah. Let your voices be heard! LET ME IN! That's all you have to do…. And I promise you-- YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE!"
He chanted as the final phrase echoes through the background. A devious smile appears on his face as the camera pans out and we're back in the same household we began with. Havoc's demonic eyes shines through the TV screens as the camera pans around to reveal the same man, glued to the TV screen with a similar glimmer in his eyes and a terrifying smirk to boot as we fade to black.
