Post by Havoc on Jun 15, 2021 22:09:23 GMT -5
“Happy birthday to you….”
A soft voice echoed in the background as the scene begins in an overly bright room with flashy colors, streamers hanging from the ceiling, balloons floating around and a large table set up in the middle of the room.
“Happy birthday… Alice---”
The camera pans around to reveal Havoc standing with a butcher knife in his hand and a cake resembling Alice Knight’s face with candles over the eye sockets. With a dastardly smile on his face, he slams the knife into the cake as a red liquid oozes out of it, splashing the walls around him and drenching his outfit. He aggressively continues to slice up the cake into tiny pieces as a faint scream is heard in the background. The surroundings begin to morph as the reality-bending room changes to that of an abandoned church with the giant table taking the form of a casket. Havoc lifts the bloodied butcher knife with pride and closes the casket shut as muffled screams begin to die down from within.
“Happy birthday to you!”
His demonic laughter echoes in the empty church as Havoc grabs the casket and drags it along the floor.
“What a beautiful night, isn’t it? We get to celebrate the life of Alice Knight on her very birthday! How many people are LUCKY enough to die on their own birthday?! It saves a lot of effort when people don’t have to pretend they care about you after you’re gone for more than a day a year! Honestly, Project: Honor did you solid right there! I just happen to be the executioner of said will. We were so thoughtful about Alice’s decision-- Maybe she prefers to buried six feet under… Maybe she wanted her body to be laid over pyre and turned into ashes! We have JUST the man for that job! Pyro may be running late at the moment, but I am sure he’ll bring the fireworks for such a momentous occasion. On this auspicious day, we remember Alice Knight by sharing our favorite personal memories of Alice. Let me get the ball rolling-- Alice was a breath of fresh air… sometimes. I don’t know why but she just had a foul stench following her around. Must be from living in an RV all the time. Alas, my first time meeting Alice-- Yes! The Girls Scout Cookie Table Royale Extravaganza! My chance to leave a PROPER first impression for the PH loyalists! Alice had it out for me that night-- She REALLY brought the fight… for about thirty seconds. But that was the most important thirty seconds of her career! For a fleeting moment, Alice Knight was a relevant name in the world of professional wrestling. But as they say-- all good things must come to an end. Alice Knight made one hell of an impact-- By that I mean, she went headfirst through the tables on the floor thanks to an avalanche brainbuster! Now THAT is impact. Turning her brain into mush was certainly my favorite moment that I will cherish for the rest of my... day. “ Havoc stalls by the backdoor before kicking it open to reveal a graveyard. Havoc continues to drag the coffin through the muddied ground without breaking a sweat.
“I am trying to hold back tears-- I swear. It pains me to be the one to put an end to Alice Knight and her usual schtick. I would entertain somebody of Alice’s caliber-- After all, it’s always fun to joke around and lighten up your mood in contrast to the usual fights. But something about Alice-- just made my blood boil. I couldn’t bear seeing her annoying little smile. Maybe that’s why I made it my DUTY to put that smile away for good. But I digress-- Today is Alice’s special day and we have to take it upon ourselves to make sure that she feels that way. For one-- the finest of caskets for the corpse to be! Fitted with red linen, especially for the birthday girl. Well, the linen is a bit soiled at this point but it is the thought that counts!”
Havoc comes across a pre-dug burial site and swiftly slides the coffin into the ground to a loud thud. After which, he grabs a shovel laying on the side and begins to cover up the grave. The grave has been marked with a gravestone-- with Alice Knight’s name etched onto it.
“It’s time for final goodbyes, Alice! Even though your career was a mere shit stain on the fabric of wrestling-- we will all remember you for your pathetic sense of humor and disgraceful attempts at being a wrestler. You will be missed! Happy birthday, once again! Goodbye and good riddance!”
Havoc exclaimed as the last bit of dirt covered up the grave in its entirety. He takes out a tulip and places it over the grave-- before stomping on it. The scene begins to morph yet again as Havoc is now standing in the middle of a ring of fire in otherwise dark surroundings.
“Fire-- It gives warmth to the people who desperately seek it. Ever encompassing-- An unstoppable force of nature that only wreaks destruction in its wake. If you get too close, it will engulf you within it and leave you in a pile of ash. I too have been burnt in the past by treading too close… getting too comfortable around the flames. The scars never truly heal. For what feels like an eternity, I woke up every day shackled in chains bound to me by this society. I wanted to be an inspiration for young wrestlers to come-- I wanted to be a hero. But society only rewards those who manipulate and corrupt the world with their sins while people like you and I suffer. The fire around me pales in comparison to the one BURNING inside of me! The flames of hatred! The flames of retribution! I have been ACHING to get back to his fucking world for taking away every single ounce of my happiness. Now, I only live to see it burn to the ground. I only live to seek its destruction! And what does the world do? They label me as a terrorist. They call me a villain. WHAT ABOUT THE TIMES THAT I STRUGGLED TO PUT FOOD ON THE TABLE AND THE WORLD MOVED ON WITHOUT A SLIVER OF COMPASSION?! WHAT ABOUT THE TIMES THAT I COULDN’T HELP BUT CRY FOR EVERY LIFE LOST WHILE THE SINNERS CONTINUED TO BASK IN THEIR GLORY!? WHAT ABOUT ME?! Did anybody ever care?!... No. No, they didn’t. They let me suffer and hoped my suffering would end when my soul leaves the mortal plane. People tend to forget that if you keep poking a stick at someone-- no matter what the circumstances, there will be a breaking point. I had reached my limit. Christopher Sabertooth had reached his limit. All I did was light the fire inside of him and EVERYBODY else who chose to follow in my path. The times of the rich getting richer and making the lives of the downtrodden a living nightmare has come to an end. We will no longer be a punchline in the annals of capitalism. We will no longer be mocked for our misfortunes. We will no longer respond to the shackles laid out by society. My people-- It is time we break free. This world as we live in isn’t worth protecting over. Join me in our journey of DESTROYING the world as we know it-- BURNING IT TO THE FUCKING GROUND! And just like the phoenix before it, rebuilding it back from the ashes that remain in its wake. A new world with living in. A new world worth dying for. A new world where EVERYBODY is equal. We are the masters of our own will…. And that vision can be brought into reality with your help…. PYRO!”
The name echoes infinitely as the ring of fire around Havoc rises up to newer heights.
“It is destiny that has brought us together-- Even if it is for a meaningless exhibition. The first time I laid my eyes upon you-- I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Rarely have I ever felt a connection like this before. Seeing you alone sent tingles down my spine-- I knew our paths were meant to cross. It was just a matter of time. It is no coincidence that we find ourselves on the same side this coming week. There is something special about you, Pyro. We share the same goals even if our motives might not overlap. You want to SAVE the people of Project: Honor don’t you? While I-- I want to save the WORLD, Pyro! There is no reason why we cannot coexist in this world. I know for a fact that this company will try to set us up against each other-- They don’t want us to succeed. To them, it’s a monster ball! They want us to tear each other apart limb for limb, simply for their entertainment. We are just pawns to their game, Pyro-- But you and I know that we are so much more than that. This fire-- I accept it. I want it to engulf me if that is what it takes to bring a change in this world. I am ready to burn in the eternal flames as long as I take this pathetic world down with me. You can usher in a new era, Pyro. WE-- can usher that in together. These people do not realize the predicament they’re in. They’re stuck! They’re fickle! They don’t see the world as you and I do. While we are labeled as pariahs in this jaded society, the greed of humanity continues to manifest itself within the hearts of the young and old. It is for US to bring this change. We can do this together-- You and I. Brother in arms. All you have to do is take my hand, Pyro. I know that you recognize the same fire that burns inside of me-- within myself. I know that you feel my pain as I do yours. I know that you have been through an awful lot, Pyro. This world DOES NOT deserve any mercy. WE should bring it down to ruins and together-- we would truly be an unstoppable force. I know that you have some unfinished business with Julius Fairweather-- I will not come in your way. Feel free to pull his guts out and set it ablaze for all I care. It is not a matter of IF we win -- but WHEN. Once our hands are raised in victory, I want you to consider everything I have said. I want you to think about the future of this God-forsaken world. Let us burn it to the ground… TOGETHER! Take my hand, Pyro. JOIN ME! THE ASHES OF THE WAKE WILL BE STRONGER THAN EVER! WE WILL WREAK HAVOC UPON THE HALLS OF PROJECT: HONOR! NOBODY WILL STOP US!!”
Havoc burst into a fit of maniacal laughter as the fire begins to close in on him.
“But… if you choose to refuse my offer-- If you choose to stand AGAINST me… you will not live to regret your decision. You may be the hot fire around these parts, Pyro-- But if I ever wanted, I could extinguish your flames with a flick of a finger.”
Havoc snaps his fingers as the fire that moved in to burn him, vanished in an instant. A faint light begins to appear behind him as the scene morphs yet again.
“What the fuck-- Why am I facing Samuel L. Jackson?!”
The scene begins with Havoc confused about one of his opponents from this week’s Fallout. He stares intently at the card and reads the name under the picture-- Julius Fairweather.
“So like-- He LOOKS like Samuel L. Jackson and ACTS like Samuel L. Jackson…. But he’s not him!? Honestly-- That is the most incredible thing I have ever seen. That’s borderline genius. How could anybody think of something so DAMN original?! I guess the Samuel L. Jackson tribute act can only pay so much. Must have tired of going to all the nerdy conventions and taking pictures with neckbeards for a couple of bucks. Jokes aside, what do I even make of this guy? Does he even have a personality of his own or should I be watching Pulp Fiction to get to know him better? But I am sure Julius is way more than just a face… There’s a reason why there’s quite a fanfare surrounding his name-- A reason why he’s got his eyes set on a monster like Pyro without fearing for his own life-- A reason why he would choose to fight a HANDICAP match because Alice Knight sure as shit ain’t gonna be doing anything. I have to respect Julius for not backing down knowing that Pyro and Havoc stand in his way. Instead, he’s channeling his inner Mace Windu. Welp-- That didn’t end well for Mace, did it? Well, I will be doing my best Senator Palpatine cosplay for the fight. Or maybe you can dress as Nick Fury?! And end up with your eye gouged out. Or do you want me to eat you alive like Sam L in Deep Blue Sea?! The possibilities are endless! But unlike Samuel-- You’re not the hero of your movie. There is no miracle to be had here. If Pyro chooses to rip you to shreds-- then he can be my guest. But if I get my hands on you, Julius-- It won’t be pretty. Maybe you should go back to doing what you’re actually good at-- Go to San Diego-- I am sure they’ll find you a neat gig of being a Sam L. lookalike. Leave the fighting to those who have the WILL to fight. I don’t care what you think about me, Julius. You have clearly watched a lot of Star Wars but you’re no Darth Vader-- You ain’t my father. Your fate is being stuck in a stinking prequel that nobody gives a shit about. Just like that, you will get your fucking ass handed to ya in this handicap bout. You will be stuck in a limbo of being in irrelevant matches for the rest of your time in Project: Honor while I move on to bigger and better things. Like Jason. My dear Jason. We will meet one day, my brother. Until then-- I’ll take pride in beating these moronic excuses of human life into submission. Julius ain’t going to be shit, MOTHERFUCKER! Your day of reckoning has arrived. See you in hell!”
Havoc chuckles to himself as the camera pans closer to his face. There’s a fire burning deep inside of him and his eyes tell the entire story. Havoc is not here to play. Julius Fairweather will be a stepping stone towards glory. This is Havoc’s world that we live in, after all. The Ashes will rise again. Project: Honor will be his new Kingdom.
