Post by Havoc on Jun 29, 2021 21:50:04 GMT -5
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we are LIVE from the Libertad Auditorio in the beautiful city of Cusco, amidst the breathtaking Spanish architectural marvels. You have all gathered here for a show like no other! Tonight, your mind will get accustomed to unforeseen horizons. Your eyes will finally open to the reality of this world that we occupy. All in thanks to our wonderful host-- Please allow me to welcome…. CHRISTOPHER SABERTOOTH!!!”
The overly dramatized narrator finishes the intro as the red curtains are drawn open with a man standing right in the center under a bright spotlight, wearing a fancy two-piece suit and a smile to boot. The audience chimes in with their applause as Sabertooth takes it all in. The camera pans around to reveal the audience, of all ages and sizes, gathered to see the show.
“Thank you, everybody! You’re far too kind. It is so wonderful to see the power of the platform that I possess, that people from a different country have gathered around to witness this compelling show. Some of you might know me from my work all around the world. Whether it be OWA or Wrestleworld or even back in Japan as part of SSW. But most of you gathered around here are what I like to call, Project Honor loyalists! A very tight-knit community with a vocal fanbase that lets people know exactly what they like! I am a fan myself, might I add. So, as a fan, it really brings me joy to welcome you all to the Christopher Sabertooth show!!”
A retro sitcom jingle echoes through the auditorium as the name of the show is overlaid onto the TV screens. The crowd applauds once again as Sabertooth watches on with a smirk on his face.
“There’s one thing that the Project Honor loyalists enjoy-- And that is STORYTIME! I hear about the epic pieces brought to you by the likes of Ozymandias and the rest of them that I didn’t bother to research about--- But I am a man of the people! I know! It’s hard to believe a psychotic demon would even care about what people have to say but you’d be surprised! I may not be the most humane guy around but I am empathetic. And it really does seem like the PH Loyalists do NOT know about me. Or at least, not enough. So, what a way to educate the audience but to give them a brief lesson in the history of Christopher Sabertooth. Trust me-- It’ll surely help educate my opponent for this week who has simply based her judgment on what she has seen so far. Honestly, I was left dumbfounded when I heard about the things my opponent had to say! It’s like nobody cares to read up on their opponent these days. So, I have chosen not to treat her to the same standard as she did with me. I am a courteous guy after all!”
Sabertooth looks around as fake laughter echoes through the auditorium.
“Right?! Half of you probably don’t even speak the language but you gathered here for one reason or the other. And that is more courtesy than what Project Honor has afforded me so far. Don’t believe me? Please join me to welcome my guest and my lover-- The one woman who can tell you about how I have felt within my short stint here on Project Honor! A HUGE round of applause for HANA NAKAJIMA!!!”
The camera pans around to reveal Hana, wearing a beautiful purple dress, walks into the frame and gives Chris a hug before both of them move back towards the sofa set situated in the backdrop.
“A lot of you might not know this but Hana Nakajima has more than one connection to Project Honor. Recently, her mentor signed a contract with this company and has since gone on to make his debut for Proving Ground. Of course, I am talking about the great Arata Asakura! Hana is a fantastic wrestler herself having won titles in Wrestleworld and Victory Pro just to name a few. So-- Hana? How have you been? And above that-- How have **I** been ever since joining Project Honor? And no need to hold back on details. We’re honest with our people here.”
Hana looks unconvinced with the exception that Chris made but she continues to speak on the matter.
“Uh. So, Chris hasn’t been talking to me lately. I was really surprised that he called me here because he’s been really frustrated with whatever is happening on Project Honor. But his emotions are never consistent. Some days, he’d be feeling great and be nice to everybody around him-- But then the incident from two weeks ago happened. I am aware that there was some misunderstanding between Chris and his partner, but that led to them losing a handicap match with Chris taking the pinfall. Now, as a wrestler myself, I can imagine how frustrating that would be. But Chris has been beating himself about it for days on end. He’s just lost in this weird mental space where all he can think about is his future actions. He’s been planning on something for a very long time. Let’s just say, there were a lot of sleepless nights on his end, and not for good reasons; get your mind out of the gutter! Chris is obsessed. He is obsessed with changing his fortunes in PH. He is obsessed with the most minute of things and it honestly worries me, at this point. I want my boyfriend back but he’s too busy trying to win matches. He’s too busy trying to save this ungrateful world that makes fun of him for the smallest of missteps. I am more annoyed by the so-called fans that egg him on. Fans that mock him for something they wouldn’t dare do in this lifetime. Chris. I know you didn’t mean for this-- But I beg you. You do not need to keep thinking over the same thing and trying to chalk up some magical way of fixing it all-- You’ve got to move on, Chris. For me!”
Hana pleaded to Chris to a somewhat awkward response from the crowd. It was clearly a personal plea from a concerned girlfriend to a man unhinged. Chris lets out a chuckle out of embarrassment.
“You didn’t have to go *that much* into detail. But you’re right-- There’s no point talking behind the curtains since you have already aired out the dirty laundry. Might as we tackle it for the people! I DO care a lot about everything I do in my craft. Wrestling was always my number one priority since I was a little kid. And when you pour your heart out for somebody and they absolutely take a steaming pile of shit on it, it does hurt. I offered Pyro an opportunity of a lifetime! But he was simply not willing to listen. It’s funny because everything we have wanted aligns perfectly with each other so there’s no point competing over who gets to bring misery to this world when we can be doing it together. I am supposed to be expanding my reach to newer heights-- Not making a laughing stock out of myself. And Project Honor hasn’t been as compliant as I would have wanted it to be. But you know it better than anybody else-- Nothing comes easy in my life. I can build an empire for myself and I will still have doubters banging on my door, eagerly waiting to see me fail. Or even worse, have somebody like my opponent this week completely discredit my accomplishments for the small amount of time I have spent on Project Honor. I won’t lie-- I did kind of fall into a hole. There was hype behind my name but there’s only so far hype can take you. I dropped the ball early on. I will be the first to admit it. Maybe I took it too lightly. But one thing I will not take is the disrespect of my peers. I do not want to rub my past accomplishments on everybody’s faces because it’s not fair to the people that weren’t there. It’s not on an even playing field. But what Elena did is judge a book by its cover. A few missteps have completely starched my opinion in her mind, to the point that I am being compared to incompetent fucks that wouldn’t even be able to lace my boots. It’s infuriating. So, am I wrong for trying to circumvent it? Am I wrong in trying to not be in that fucking headspace again? It made me feel MISERABLE!”
Chris apologizes for raising his voice to Hana before fixing his tie.
“Folks-- All of this is great. Since my opponent couldn’t do her homework. I’ll take the responsibility of educating her on the matter. Before that, I would like to thank the wonderful Hana Nakajima for shedding some light on how I have been feeling the past couple of weeks. I want to be an open book for all of you so that when the time comes, I can reciprocate the gesture. So, Hana talked about my obsession. Where did it begin?”
Chris gets off the sofa as the curtains are drawn once again.
“Wrestling was in his blood. Amateur wrestling. His father was the head coach of Grays Harbor College in the town of Aberdeen, Washington. From a young age, he implanted his own dreams and aspirations onto his son so that one day he can make his ultimate wish come true. An Olympic medal. Call it fate, but that day would never come. Chris and his childhood best friend O’Shea were already hooked the moment they attended a local pro-wrestling show. Black Scorpion was a popular name around this time and seeing larger-than-life personalities duke it out in the middle of the squared circle was an image that stuck in Chris’s mind. From that day onward, Chris knew exactly what he wanted to be. But it was not going to be easy. His father would never accept pro-wrestling as a career path. He hated everything it stood for.”
The narrator finishes as the scene begins. A young kid representing a younger version of Christopher along with Sabertooth playing the role of his father walks into the frame as the curtains draw open to reveal a living set.
“It’s my dream, dad! There is nothing else I want to do. Even O’Shea said he’d join me! We could be superheroes just like Black Scorpion! I want to fight like him one day.”
“Are you out of your mind?! Who is going to pay the bills when you grow up? You expect me to support you through your stupid little phase of earning $2 by getting your ass kicked at a high school gym? Is that how you want to live your life?! And you’re a natural, Christopher. I know I can train you to become the finest wrestler in all of Aberdeen. And then you’ll get a scholarship into one of the ivy league colleagues and make it to where I couldn’t! There is nothing better than representing your country at the highest level. It’s the biggest honor, Chris! Not this stupid shit. As long as I am alive-- As long as you live with me, there’s no way I will let you WASTE your potential away like this. Not in a million years!”
“Well, if that’s the case, dad. Then I will leave right now.”
“What? Don’t be ridiculous. Where are you going to live? You’re a kid, Chris.”
“I’ll find my way. I do love you and I can’t thank you enough for everything that you have taught me. But I don’t want to live YOUR life. I don’t want to live through YOUR dreams. Being an Olympic wrestler is something YOU wanted to do. And I am sorry dad but I can’t fulfill your dreams for you. Because I want to spend the rest of my life fulfilling my own. As for where I’d live. O’Shea’s mom is okay with me crashing at her place for a while until I find a job. And I am going to save up to get into wrestling school, dad.”
“You’re so impulsive! How will you ever survive in the real world!?”
“Maybe I won’t. Maybe I will never have enough money to start a family. At least, I will be doing what I want to do. I see how miserable you are knowing that you can’t ever compete in the Olympics. I don’t want to be you, dad. I don’t want to hate my life. I don’t want to rely on somebody else to make my dreams come true. Thanks once again. But I will be packing my bags now.”
“Know this! If you leave now, don’t you EVER dare to come back again. I don’t want to see your face! I don’t want you to come crawling back when it all fails as it will!”
“I won’t.... Goodbye”
--
“Months pass as Christopher Sabertooth has managed to turn himself into a local celebrity. Wrestling every possible show around Aberdeen, Chris made ends meet by working three jobs simultaneously with his passion for wrestling. He wasn’t content with where he was but at least he was doing something that he always wanted to do. His best friend-- O’Shea and him had made a pact in their young teens about becoming a recognizable name in the world of wrestling. No matter what, Chris was headed towards making it a reality until a fateful day where his life would change forever.”
The scene changes as two cars are seen parked on the stage to emulate a parking lot. Sabertooth is seen playing himself with an unidentifiable man playing the role of a local pro wrestler.
“Whether jealousy played a part in it or not, Chris had a terrible argument before a Sunday night show at a local high school in Aberdeen. There were around 50 tickets sold and the main event of the night saw Sabertooth challenge for the gold against Damian Cross. A familiar anime in the Aberdeen wrestling circuit who had grown to hate Chris for the inherent talent he possessed. Chris had quickly climbed the ranks through his hard work and determination but that had rubbed a few veterans of the industry the wrong way. Chris and Damian’s argument turned into a verbal war of words before turning physical. But at no point were any weapons drawn. As Chris walked towards the backdoor entry of the gymnasium, he heard a gunshot that would turn into nightmare fuel for years to come. Damian had been shot and robbed moments after his fight with Chris. Call it bad luck or fate, but the security camera could not catch anybody pulling the trigger. What was caught in its place was the fight that Damian had with Chris. A few witnesses could attest to the existence of the fight. And that was all it took for an innocent man to get locked up.”
Gunshot echoes around the auditorium as Chris stumbles down to the ground before realizing what had happened.
The scene quickly transitions to that of a prison cell. Sabertooth’s clothes changed to reflect his capture and time spent in the prison as he awaited trial.
“With no murder weapon found and the pre-conceived notion regarding the animosity between the two men, Sabertooth was labeled as the primary suspect and locked up for a murder he didn’t commit. The next six months would be the hardest time of his life. Almost getting beaten to death. Stabbed in the gut. Disrespected at every instant. Sabertooth had lost his marbles being locked in a prison cell, knowing full well he was innocent. But nobody would listen. It was an easy outcome to rely on and Damian’s family wanted justice at any cost. Prison shaped Christopher’s mind into what it became today. To the point that he was known by a different name by his fellow inmates. HAVOC.”
Sabertooth is seen rotting in a prison cell, trying to hold on to a sliver of hope that he had left within him. Hoping that one day he’d walk free. And his emotions translated onto his face as he stared blankly at the ceiling of his prison cell.
“But a beacon of hope would find him. His childhood friend, O’Shea had gone on to sign with the Police Academy. While he shared the same dreams as Chris, he wasn’t as lucky to get into the field as he hoped. He truly believed Chris when he pleaded for his innocence and made it his life mission to find the truth about the incident. To find the real culprit. Six months would pass but that day would come. The real man behind the crime was finally caught and Chris got the message he had always been waiting for. He was a free man, but the cost of his freedom wasn’t known to him. Not until he made it out. You see, O’Shea was able to track down the murder weapon and trace it back to a local gang in the Aberdeen district. O’Shea had requested backup that day but they wouldn’t be able to make it on time. O’Shea was shot in the process of arresting the criminal who turned himself in after a shootout with the police force. His name would connect to multiple unsolved crimes in the city along with the death of Damian Cross. Christopher Sabertooth was a free man-- but in turn, he had lost his best friend. The man who was hell-bent on proving his innocence. A family man with a young daughter waiting at home. On his day back, Chris cried himself to sleep. The burden of O’Shea’s death would stick with him for the rest of his life. He was a broken man from that day on. But if the prison had taught him one thing, it was to hope-- Sabertooth had a pact with O’Shea to uphold. He now had to fulfill the dream of being a wrestling icon for both of them. And he wasn’t going to let him down.”
Highlights from the early days of Christopher Sabertooth’s career play on the screen. From his time in TCW, where he would go on to hone his craft that would get him signed to various North American promotions like NGW and NAW where he’d get the first taste of success. But like everything else in his life, it wasn’t meant to last. Sabertooth began a deep spiral down to rock bottom as his wrestling career was failing to catch traction. With every loss, Sabertooth unnecessarily blamed himself to the point of self-hatred. O’Shea’s death was still at the back of his mind and he held himself responsible for it. After months and months of being a laughing stock for the wrestling industry, something snapped. Christopher Sabertooth was no longer himself. He had turned into a monster. A demon who wouldn’t stop at any cost from achieving his goals. People say Havoc was born out of desperation. Some say that he preyed on a weak-minded individual and took over his body to enact his own methods to his madness. Whatever it was, it worked. Havoc not only found success in the world of wrestling, but he was a dominant force wherever he stepped foot. Championships would come and go. Havoc had quickly established himself as a top name in the industry.
--
The curtains draw open once again as Sabertooth returns to the stage wearing his ring gear. He has a faint smirk on his face as he looks around at the audience watching on.
“Being Havoc is not as fun as it sounds. Sabertooth had lost touch with every relationship he held dear. He had sacrificed his own free will to become successful in the world of wrestling. Talk about selling your soul to the devil-- Sabertooth had BECOME the devil incarnate as Havoc. But the humanity inside of him would play both sides. The conflict would get to a point of self-reflection that would cause Sabertooth to step away from the very thing he loved. Three years would pass as Sabertooth tried to rebuild his own image back in his mind. Three years were spent in self-discovery… All for nothing! Cause when the time would come, Sabertooth would fall prey to Havoc once again. His will to succeed far exceeded in priority to everything else in his life. Havoc was his way of being immortalized in the wrestling world. And for Havoc? Chris was the perfect host to set his goals in motion. This match made in hell still lives on as we get to the present day. The man standing in front of you is not Christopher Sabertooth. He is the culmination of all the pain and suffering that Chris endured over the years. He is the amalgamation of hatred. He is the personification of fear. THE NIGHTMARE KING. HAVOC!!”
Sabertooth takes off his shirt to reveal the body paint underneath it as his expression changes. The devilish spark in his eyes glows red as a single spotlight appears over him.
“It is so easy to discredit one’s accomplishments, isn’t it? It is fair to suggest that Havoc is not a household name in the mind of the Project Honor loyalists. Fallout is not synonymous with my name. After all, a young King that I am far too aware of holds the reins at the moment. We will get to him when the time is right but before I could do that-- I’ve got quite a challenge waiting ahead of me. Or so I have been told. You see-- Unlike me, Elena DeDraca has a successful tenure in Project Honor’s short existence. Her reputation truly precedes herself and I can see why. While Elena might not have given me the same courtesy, I’ll treat her with the respect that she has earned over her years of service to the wrestling world. WWH Women’s Champion, I see. I am sure you’ll talk about how WWH fell off the planet after you left but I happen to not only be a former WWH World Champion but the LONGEST REIGNING one at that. In fact, I managed to do something that had NEVER been done before in the history of WWH. I was a DOUBLE champion. I won the Shogun tournament. I broke records at every fucking step of the way but we won’t mention that, would we? Cause it’s not in Project Honor.”
Havoc let out a sigh of disappointment as he looked directly into the camera.
“I’ve made it so easy for you, Elena. I have basically told you everything about myself. I know you’re going to try to poke holes in my story-- Try to belittle me even further than you already did. I don’t expect everybody in the wrestling world to know me but the comparisons that you had drawn-- absolutely disgusted me. Made me want to puke my gut out. Everybody loves bringing up Ozymandias, isn’t it? Why don’t you ask him personally about me and maybe he’ll let you know how STUPID you really are to underestimate me for a second. I put him through the wringer over the most sought-after title in Wrestleworld. Ozymandias may have walked away with the European Championship but he wasn’t the same man after that day. Loss after loss. He wouldn’t recover his form until he signed with Project Honor. But what did I do? Did I walk away from a seemingly impossible fight? Fuck no. I stared right into the eyes of death himself and overcame it. There is no wrestler in Wrestleworld more decorated than I am. Current Shogun Champion, by the way. Guess who I beat for it? Proving Ground’s own, Warrior Rising Champion-- Emmanuelle. Hopefully, that’s a name you’re familiar with? You may have not been keeping track of your competition but seeing how Project Honor has a partnership with OWA-- I am sure you would have known about the most dominant OWA World Champion in the company’s history. Elena, I KILLED people to keep that belt around my waist. There was an all-out WAR in OWA and I was right in the center of it. And when the biggest show of the year rolled around, I was in the MAIN EVENT defending my title that I made relevant over the MONTHS AND MONTHS of holding it. The Ashes of the Wake were unstoppable!! Don’t believe me? Why don’t you ask a former astute follower of mine? I am not sure if you’ve heard of him but he goes by the name of Jason Long these days. I have heard he’s quite successful in Project Honor, isn’t he? YOUR PRIME CHAMPION ANSWERED TO ME!! But hey? I am just an irrelevant name in the grander scheme of things. My conquest in the world of wrestling didn’t stop with the US of A. No! I spread my teachings to the land of the rising sun. Strong Style Wrestling was FIRMLY under MY control. They had to rally every single wrestler in that company to even lay a scratch on me. But hey-- I am a name not even worth remembering, isn’t it?”
Havoc sarcastically remarked as his emotions almost got the better of him. He wouldn’t want Elena to think that she got under his skin but Havoc was not in the mood of keeping things civil any longer.
“You may have put yourself on a higher pedestal because of your position in this company-- to the point that people suggest that you being a part of the opening match is a fault of my own. That my name isn’t big enough for even the great Elena DeDraca to carry into the main event, is absolutely ludicrous. While you lost your Legacy belt to a man ousted out of the company, I was making a name for myself and my movement all over the fucking world. So, if you couldn’t keep your eyes on the game-- DO NOT blame me after our match when reality has struck your bitch ass right in the face and made you realize that this fucking bubble that you surround yourself in isn’t the end of the world. You’re not the end all be all, Elena! Maybe the management sees me as a stepping stone for you to regain your momentum out of, but that would be the LAST mistake Project Honor makes at my expense. I am sick and fucking tired of listening to the people who don’t even know me, try to downplay my teachings-- my movement because of a stupid fucking match. Samuel L. Jackson’s look alike can keep his victory. It pained me every single day to know that I let that happen to me. The longer I thought about it, the worse it got. But then I realized-- this company made the FOOLISH mistake that every other promotion made before them. They judged my worth on the basis of preconceived notions that I will now proceed to shatter into fucking pieces. If you thought your former Legacy Champion was getting a lay-up at my expense, then you’re about to wake the fuck up. Because people have been sleeping on my name for FAR too long. I did not sign with Project Honor to just be a name on the roster. I didn’t sign to be like every other complacent bastard in that locker room waiting for an opportunity to come knocking at their door. For YEARS, I have built my reputation on grabbing opportunity by its fucking balls and squeezing the ever-living life out of it. Whether it was intentional or not, Project Honor just handed me the biggest opportunity yet.”
The fire in Havoc’s eyes shone through. He was passionate about his craft and the message that he wanted to spread to the world. Wrestling was the perfect medium for him to enact his acts of violence.
“You are right about one thing, Elena. People really don’t care where you come from. It is what you do at the moment that truly matters. Luckily, you underestimating me has only made me want to work harder. It has only made me want to prove you and everybody else wrong. It has only made your eventual loss far more gratifying than it deserves to be. You can shit over my name-- my creed-- my history! But when you do that-- be VERY sure of the outcome ahead of you. Because if you make a fool out of yourself, people will NEVER let you forget it. I truly have nothing to lose, Elena. You are desperate to gain traction after Legacy slipped under your fingertips into the hands of a man who shall not be named. THAT is your legacy in this company, Elena. People won’t even want to talk about your reign because of what came after. But there’s one thing that you still carry. The label of being a former top champion in this company. My stock is about to fly through the roof when I fucking humiliate you. I am going to make you eat back everything that you said about me, Elena. You may have years over me in this industry, but time has proven that the ‘old heads’ have lost touch with reality and still believe that they live in their heyday when their prime is not the farthest thing in sight. It is time that you come to terms with your REAL role in this company-- You’ve had your fair share of success already. Now, you’ll just be a stepping stone for every new blood that steps through the ranks. You are nothing but a gatekeeper, Elena. I am going to squeeze the ever-living fuck out of this victory and get to the position I desire to be at. You’re going to my plaything, Elena. I am going to exploit your success here in Project Honor and use it as leverage for my own benefit. When I look across the ring, I don’t see a grizzled veteran of this business-- I see a walking, breathing ticket to the top of the ladder. I see an opportunity that I do not intend to waste. I see the pathway to immortality that I desperately crave!!”
The opportunity ahead of him almost fuels Havoc to go further beyond his limits. It fuels him to bring his absolute terrifying best. Havoc recognizes the urgency of the situation and he’s not going to let a golden ticket pass by. Elena DeDraca was destined to become the perfect example for Havoc’s movement.
“Worry not, Elena! I don’t do all of this for my own greed. I do not do this to establish my own legacy as the greatest competitor to ever step foot in the ring. I do it out of desperation. I do it out of anger. I do it for the people just like me-- And hey! I did my homework, so I know that you and I are not too different from each other. You had to overcome hardship after hardship to reach your level of success. I can imagine the sacrifices you must have made along your journey to the top and I can relate to that. An orphan who witnessed the cruelty of this world first hand, wandering around with the only purpose of survival in mind. Working extra jobs to make ends meet till she finally makes it big as a wrestler!! Only for that opportunity to be snatched away in a cruel sense of fate in what was thought to be a career-ending injury. But you came back from the depths of hell and rebuilt her own identity from the ground up. You care about your family. You care about your daughter. It would be a shame if something would happen to you, at this stage of your life. It would be a shame if the cruelty of this world would finally catch up to you and force your daughter to live a similar life to that of your own. I am sure you don’t want that, do you, Elena?”
A sick, twisted smile appears on the face of the Nightmare King. Although his words may be interpreted as a threat, there was some truth behind it. Havoc had proven before that he is more than capable of ENDING lives if that serves his purpose. Elena DeDraca was already setting out to be a perfect example for Havoc. What if he didn’t stop? What if he didn't hold back? Is that a risk Elena is interested in taking? Time will tell.
“How could you ever shame me for my actions when all I am doing is using my platform to empower people who aren’t as fortunate as us. It was our hard work that got us here-- But there is some amount of luck involved in our success. Most people aren’t lucky enough to be in a position like ours. All I want to do is use this opportunity to let THESE people know that their voices are heard. To let them know that it DOES get better. If Sabertooth didn’t have a brink of hope left inside of him in the prison cells, he wouldn’t have made it out of there. Sometimes, hope is all that you need. But here is where I come into the picture. I am not giving these people a false sense of security by leading them on. No. I act as an example of what humanity can achieve if it finally chose to open its eyes to the reality of this world. I just empower these people to make these changes for themselves. And what do I get for it? I get labeled as a terrorist. If terror is about bringing equality to each and every people by flipping this system on its head, then so be it! I AM A TERRORIST! Trust me, Elena. I tried to talk some sense into people but their hubris, much like yourself, is beyond repair. They leave me with no choice but to approach them in a universal language that EVERYBODY understands. If they won’t listen…. They will FEAR us. I didn’t call myself the Nightmare King. People chose to give me that name solely from the reputation I have built. And Elena, I thank you so much for this opportunity. You are going to be an important part of my movement here on Project Honor. I know they didn’t listen before-- But they will soon learn to fear me. Not that they have a choice, to begin with. I may be of no value to you-- But you, my dear friend... are precious.”
Havoc breaks into a burst of maniacal laughter as suddenly his expression changes. He has a stone-cold look on his face as he blankly stares into the audience. His eyes start to cry tears of blood as a picture appeared behind the screen. The picture of Elena DeDraca. Havoc walks over and places his finger by her hair, as a faint smile appears on his face.
“You’re history, Elena. I AM the future! And the future… is now. And when I am done ripping your head off your shoulders-- I will send little Isabella my sincerest regards. Maybe she’d take my hand and join my movement. Maybe she’ll see the light of the day. Maybe she will learn the meaning of fear… But the people around me will listen. They will hear us loud and clear. We will TAKE what we want by force whether they like it or not. We will BURN THIS WORLD to the fucking ground and rebuild it from the ashes that remain. All you have to do is take my hand…. And I PROMISE YOU!! YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE!!”
Havoc declared as he repeated the final phrase. Soon enough, we start hearing loud murmur from the crowd that eventually forms into the same phrase as the one Havoc proclaimed. The camera pans around to reveal the entire audience missing pupils from their eyes and mindlessly chanting for their Savior. Havoc will prevail.
FADE TO BLACK
