Post by Havoc on May 4, 2021 21:03:51 GMT -5
Snippets of Havoc’s performance at Fallout V play on the screen as the scene pans out to reveal relishing about the dominance he displayed in the Table Battle Royale. While he came off as an unstoppable force, the unwanted outcome became a reality. Havoc was too busy dishing out pain to his opposition that Jason Long took full opportunity of. Only time will tell what his victory entails but if Havoc was a betting man, he’d put his money on a planned altercation between the Prime Champion and Long.
Havoc is weirdly proud to see Jason succeed because he realizes that his influence also shaped the man to become who he is today. A dominant force in the wrestling world. But not as dominant as his once leader.
An announcement plays on the TV screen announcing all the marquee matches set up for Fallout VI and Havoc glances over to see Kevin Hunter’s name written across his own, which causes him to scoff. Although he is not usually dismissive about his opponents in the ring, Kevin Hunter is a different story. After embarrassing him on his Project Honor debut and eliminating him at the Battle Royale in mere seconds of his arrival, Havoc has every reason to be cocky about this altercation.
“Really? That’s the best they could offer me? Oh my-- What will I do against the Devil himself?! Kevin Hunter is a force to be reckoned with!” He sarcastically commented, unable to contain his laughter.
“Kevin Hunter hasn’t had the start that he hoped for, to say the very least. And on paper, this matchup makes sense because it allows Kevin to redeem himself! This is his big break after all! A win over me will wipe away those wrongs from weeks ago and improve his status in the company. I can imagine that there’s a price over my head already-- People would LOVE to see me lose off the bat because that means that I don’t get to the supposed top-level competitors carefully perched on their self-constructed pedestals-- fueling their ego beyond repair. Well, I can’t say that Jason is one of them for our paths didn’t necessarily cross with one another-- But I am sure that he doesn’t want me climbing up the ranks of a company he has been a part of since day one. This is his breeding ground. This is where he is treated as the STAR and I am just a new face on the block, trying to familiarize myself with this new surrounding. Kevin Hunter seems to have the tools to take me down right? If the management truly thinks so then they’re absolute fools! Have you even seen that guy? Apart from mumbling his words over are choosing complete silence as his method of “building a name” for himself in this company, he has made a fool out of himself at every step of the way! He’s a fucking joke! Someone hand him an RL Stine cosplay because his delivery is probably worse than any fucking Goosebumps on the shelf. What a fucking cornball! And this is the guy that I am supposed to take seriously? Listen-- I am no stranger to pulling off some ‘spooky shit’ as the kids would call it-- I know your schtick, Kevin. It’s been done around the world and maybe in the minor leagues it gets you enough of a buzz to keep your name relevant enough-- But this type of shit will get you canned faster than an EDP video on Youtube Kids.”
He shakes his head in disgust at the mere thought of facing somebody so far beneath his stature that he would have to dig a mile under to even catch a glimpse of his ugly mug.
“So, what exactly is Mr. Hunter’s plan to get me buried alive, as he would say it? That motherfucker could barely stand on his two feet after I plastered him through the table two weeks ago. Apart from being handed a dead-beat partner, what exactly did Kevin Hunter bring to the tag team match from even further back? Kevin Hunter is a Dean Winchester cosplay gone wrong. If he DID possess these powers that he speaks off, one would assume he’d show it off when the opportunity arises itself. Need I remind everybody-- NOBODY… Absolutely fucking nobody threw me out of that ring. I put myself through a table just so I could feel Alice’s breath shorten-- Just so I could TASTE her fear… JUST so I could see her suffer. Why? Because I fucking can! Mav-- Oh I’m sorry… Jason Long can keep shoving those cookies into his mouth-- a concept Savannah is very familair with, for all I care. If he gets a title shot out of it? Good for him because when I do meet him in that ring, I’ll take away EVERYTHING from him just like he did to me. Maybe then he’ll understand what pain truly means. So, whatever happens, I hope Project Honor makes the right decision and gives Jason his RIGHTFUL shot at the throne. And Jason? I will be rooting you on from the back, just like the good ol’ days! Beat Drago’s ass and leave him in the mud. I BEG YOU! You BETTER get there because your death and my rise to the top coinciding with one another would be the poetic justice I have been aching for!! I WANT YOU FUCKING DEAD, JASON! YOU HEAR ME?!-- I ... hate you.”
The difference in emotion was clear. While Havoc seemed dismissive about his words towards Hunter, Jason brought out his inner pain hidden inside of him. Jason’s betrayal had left a scar that would never heal on Havoc’s back. Now, Havoc had to live with the burden of ending the life of somebody he untrusted the most. The burden of ending that young man’s career before it ever started. But before he could ever get to that, he had to build his reputation from the ground up at Project: Honor. It didn’t matter how many world championships he held before-- All of that was meaningless to the PH faithful and rightfully so.
“Winning the Table Battle Royale could never have been as gratifying as seeing a pathetic little scrub of a wrestler quiver in fear. I relish these moments because they just fuel my desire to CONTINUE destroying this world, piece by piece. While Kevin Hunter wastes most of his time trying to convince people that he’s legit, my actions back every fucking word that I spew. Well, Kevin-- If an opportunity is what you wanted… It doesn’t get bigger than this. If you beat me, then ALL of your doubters would cease to exist. All you have to do is conquer the unconquerable. Kevin, you could take out a fucking knife and stab me in the throat and you’d STILL find a way to mess it up. Your name is suitable amongst the ranks of court jester. Join the likes of Daniel Horrors, The Gym Coaches-- The Savannah Sunshines for that is your place. You are fit to be the walking punchline of the joke and not the deliverer. You’re not fit to rule a kingdom. And to that Casper the ghost bitch that holds the leash to your neck will also realize what a fool she is to bring Kevin Hunter to be torn apart by a rabid pack of wolves. This ain’t the same fucking bingo halls that Kevin Hunter won his countless accolades over… You either bring it or you fucking die and this motherfucker chose death the moment he signed along those dotted lines to join this company. He will be dissected. He will be humiliated. He will be exposed for the fraud that he is! Kevin Hunter-- the worst part about this is that my win against you will be fucking pointless. It won’t get me traction. It won’t get me any attention because of how insignificant you are. I am not trying to play games here, Kevin. This isn't a competition to me. I have nothing left to prove at this point. My position in the world of wrestling is undisputed and not even bums like you could put a hindrance to my sure-shot legacy. I am here to spread a message. My movement was NEVER bound to the world of wrestling and it won't stop here. Businessmen! Politician! All will fall for the necessary change to come. So-- Unfortunately for you, I will have to change the script. A simple victory will not suffice. Hunter, I will have to skin you alive and make a new coat out of it. I will have to floss my teeth with your insides and gouge your eyes out with my fingers. I will have to dismember your body and mail you back to Casper via post, piece by piece. AND EVEN THAT won’t be fucking enough because of how moronic-- how fucking delusional you are. Nobody fucking cares about your existence and they sure as shit won’t be mourning your loss. You’re not even fucking worthy enough to have your face plastered on a T-shirt as memorabilia. Get the fuck out of here WHILE you can. Because the dog pound won’t be as forgiving going forward. The leash is tightening around your neck, my little devil boy. Pray for your safety! That’s all that you can do, at this point. Pray that I don’t kill you. Pray that the referee rings the bell before the Church does. You are at my mercy now, Kevin. Oh, I just hate that fucking name. Pick your poison! Short and sweet or dragged out and dreadful? What will it be? I am just fucking playing with ya! You never had a fucking choice, to begin with! I don’t want to wish death upon you, Kevin-- I want to personally pay the Grim Reaper a visit to steal his scythe just so I could tear you a new fucking asshole at Fallout. You were not ready, Kevin. Nobody is! The world wasn't fucking ready the moment I stepped foot in it and to this day it tries to stop me. It tries to screw me over. But I just won't fall down. I will continue to press forward no matter the fucking circumstance. NOBODY COULD FUCKING STOP ME! Even if you were Lucifer in the flesh, I’d find a way to end your life. For even the Devil… may cry.”
A demonic smile appeared on his face as Havoc’s eyes begin to show shades of crimson red.
“And for you, my little Jason-- I will be watching you VERY closely. After all, I do love you. I will be seeing you soon enough, buddy! Take care of Savannah for me! Been a while since I paid her a visit. Need to catch up with her for old time’s sake. Or that’s what Sabertooth told me. They were pretty close, ya know. But I am sure WE could get closer.”
He breaks into a burst of maniacal laughter as Havoc throws the TV remote through the skin at the opportune moment, shattering it upon impact. And through the static flickering of what was left-- we see a shadowy figure behind the disrupted image of Kevin Hunter.
Fade to black
