Post by Havoc on Jul 13, 2021 22:02:57 GMT -5
Bumfuck, nowhere -- Australia
The scene begins on a motorway right along a beach as the camera pans to a black Lincoln Continental 1961 convertible zooming along the highway. We get a birds-eye view of the car in question before getting a look at the passengers in the car. Christopher Sabertooth, wearing a denim jacket cruises down the road with a cigarette in tow. Sitting beside him is his girlfriend, Hana Nakajima, who appears to be enthralled by the breathtaking view along their journey.
We can hear the iconic rift of “Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns n’ Roses blasting through the speakers as Sabertooth vibes to the beat while puffing on his preferred Marlboro Reds.
“Welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and games
We got everything you want honey, we know the names”
“It’s been quite a long drive-- When you said we were going for a long driver, I didn’t fully grasp how long of a ride it would end up being. I don’t know what your plan is Christopher-- But it better be worth it!”
She exclaimed, as loud as she could so that Chris would be able to hear her over the loud music. He playfully slaps her thigh before passing her the cigarette.
“Trust me, baby. It is going to be worth our time.”
He smirks as Hana flicks the cigarette out of the car to Chris’s dismay.
“Why would you do that?! That could have easily lasted the next couple of minutes. Now, what am I supposed to hold between my fingers, eh?”
“It’s not good for you! And if you really wanted it, you shouldn’t have passed it to me in the first place. I hate that shit.”
“You make a lot of valid points, my love. Fair play!”
Chris chuckled softly while concentrating on the road. Hana smiles seeing that Chris was his chirpy self today and not brooding over his past misfortunes in the squared circle. She wants to run her hands through his hair but decides against it knowing it would possibly distract him from the road.
“I am glad…”
She said as Chris turned his attention towards her, reducing the volume of the music.
“Glad about what?”
“I am glad that you’re not overthinking it. I know the past couple of weeks haven’t been the best so this break will do you good. You know it hurts me as much as it does to you when you’re not feeling the best. I always want you to be happy and I feel like the past couple of months haven’t exactly been that way. Whether it be OWA or Wrestleworld or even Project Honor. I understand it better than anybody else when things don’t exactly go as planned-- But I am glad you’re handling it well.”
She commented on the past couple of losses that Havoc had to deal with in Project Honor as Chris’s expression visibly changes; nodding his head to what Hana had to say.
“It’s not like I have a choice, do I? Havoc poured his heart out for the Project Honor faithful to FINALLY acknowledge him for what he is capable of-- And what happens next? He takes Elena DeDraca to war and comes so close-- But not close enough. So, after being belittled by an old hag that should have been way past her prime, Havoc not only drops the ball but also gets humiliated for all the things he had to say. He talked a big game against the old guard but the old guard stayed on top. They continue to get opportunities that shouldn’t be theirs, to begin with. Everything Havoc said made that loss even worse to handle. I-I wasn’t a fan of how things panned out, frankly put. To say I am disappointed would be an understatement. Deep down, it hurt me too. Seeing Havoc fail time and time again in this new world that is Project Honor… SHOULD have been an eye-opening experience but the losses just don’t fucking make sense! It should have been his match to lose ever since the first bell and somehow he always found a way to disappoint not only himself but the people who put their trust in him. But you’re right about one thing-- I had to handle it well. I had to be calm about this situation or it would get out of hand for all of us. You and I in particular and that’s the last thing I’d want. I do not want to hurt or disappoint you, Hana. So-- I will continue on. I will put on a façade as long as the world gets fooled by it. I will smile and laugh over the smallest of things just to prove the haters wrong. Is Project Honor too much for even Havoc to handle? Is it? What do you think, baby?”
Hana knew very well that Chris was close to his breaking point and tried to thoughtfully answer his question while skimming through the core of the question to avoid any fallouts.
“Listen-- let’s not act like we all haven’t had to deal with our fair share of losses regardless of our ability. There is a mental aspect to wrestling that you will only get privy to once you get familiar with your surroundings and opponents. Havoc is a thinker-- He is meticulous with his words and carefully pries on the emotions of his opponents. The better he knows them-- the stronger he becomes. He plays into THEIR worst fears. He plays THEIR worst insecurities. Havoc is very new to Project Honor with only a handful of faces that he has had an idea of or seen prior to signing with the company. You do remember how he dealt with you, right? He knew that you were broken-- That you were weak after the terrible cards that you had been dealt by fate itself! He knew exactly what he needed to say to get you on board. To win your favor. To get control over your body. And while your relationship with Havoc has come to an even standing through sheer resilience, it took you time to get over that hurdle. It’s only fair to assume that Havoc is biding the perfect time to strike and when he does, the impact will be incomprehensible. Elena was a new face-- no matter how worn out or old she may be. No matter what she may have achieved in Project Honor, she’s still an unfamiliar face to him. While she can lay down comfortably knowing that she holds a moral victory over him-- Her time to fall will come duly. And when it does, it will be glorious! Chris, you need to keep your eyes on the prize. You need to understand the method behind Havoc’s madness and let him do his thing. If you keep getting in your feelings about a couple of losses-- You will never be able to get out of that trench.”
Hana tried to work around Chris’s insecurities to the best of her ability. Showing empathy and support is what Chris needs at this point but the pressure he puts on himself is slowly catching up to him. He carefully listened to what Hana had to say-- analyzing every word before conjuring up a response.
“Hana… Baby, you know how much I appreciate you, right? But you’re just beating around the bush. There is a certain expiry period for every wrestler where the hype dies down to the point of people’s interest completely dying out. And I feel like I have been pushed to that point where it’s either do or die for me… For Havoc. I had come to terms with his presence in my mind but the unfortunate truth is that I am still myself. I am still that guy who overthinks every situation trying to find an answer to a question I don’t even know. I have been like this since the day I was born and you can call it my greatest curse or biggest strength because this paranoia is what keeps me driven. The fact that my name wouldn’t be featured on the marquee card-- That my brand will die out because the people just don’t care anymore. I gave Havoc free rein over what he wants but if he does not deliver-- What the fuck am I supposed to do?! He is my ‘savior’ isn’t he? Then why is he taking so long to figure everything out? Why is Project Honor getting the better of him? He wanted the people to listen-- The people to witness his brilliance and all we have seen so far is an overrated monster who can’t get over the simplest of hurdles. How is he supposed to CONQUER Fallout if he can’t even get past the Old Guard? If he can’t get past a fucking Sam Jackson cosplay?! Is that the fucking message he wants to send Mav--Jason? The world gets tired of a rambling idiot and I don’t want Havoc to fall under that label…”
Chris lets out a loud sigh before slamming his hand on the car horn, prompting a knee-jerk reaction from Hana to tightly hold on to the dashboard.
“CHRIS!”
“I am FINE!... I am fine. I opened my heart to the people of Project Honor and they STILL reject me. I let them in on my life and my history-- And they STILL boo me. They boo HIM. How hard is it for the people to open their eyes and REALIZE that the TRUTH is right here standing in front of them, waiting to be acknowledged? But all these people want are the same-old shit. Same old champion. Same old challengers. Same old shtick! They do not want to embrace change. There are more than happy being miserable little SHITS caught in their own personal bubble far away from the reality that this world has to offer. They want fucking candy-cane-sucking princesses selling false expectations for people who will NEVER be happy in their lives. Or play into the madness of a pyromaniac because they lust for the freedom and power that fire brings. An all-encompassing force of nature that is a symbol of chaos and destruction-- Yet something unattainable for the common folk. They desire that freedom and they mold their fantasy according to their deepest and darkest desires! But when it comes to truth, nobody is willing to listen. Nobody wants to hear about their shitty lives-- They’d much rather live in a fantasy world while their lives crumble into pieces. Havoc SHOULD have been the eye-opening force of nature that finally brings these people out of their bubbles and into the real world. AND YET THE PEOPLE DO NOT LISTEN! What am I supposed to do, Hana!? Just watch as Havoc becomes a walking-talking punchline for the old and new!? Watch as everything WE built together is forgotten because of the terrible run so far? I CANNOT KEEP WATCHING THIS, HANA! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH! I WANT TO WIN! I WANT TO BECOME A CHAMPION! I WANT TO BUILD A FUCKING LEGACY.”
He lets his emotions out as Hana watches on, feeling bad about how Chris feels. She tries to calm him down by pulling him closer to her and hugging him tightly as Chris pulls over by the side. He embraces Hana who whispers words of support in his ears. Chris’s breathing was at an irregular pace because of the anger flowing through his body, but Hana is able to calm him down.
“But is that what Havoc wants?”
“... What?”
“I know you made a promise to your best friend to be the best wrestler ever and every sacrifice you have made along the way is to make that dream into a reality. But Havoc has his own agenda. He plays at his own pace. Is he really after building a legacy for himself and you in the process-- Or is he about the change that he wants to bring to this world? You and I both know what the answer to that question really is. But when has Havoc ever failed you? Why would you lose your faith in him now? You and I both know what he’s capable of. He has an important match ahead of him and your strength directly correlates to how ready he will be when the time comes. Do not let your emotions get the better of you. I have been worried sick about you-- But I have had enough of seeing you in such a state. You have to be stronger, Chris. For Havoc. For what you truly want to be. Havoc was able to make the world cower under his feet-- He will be able to replicate that magic at Project Honor. I feel like you need to talk to him. You need to open up about your own expectations from this partnership. You need to set your boundaries and tell Havoc to work his magic faster because your patience is running thin. Maybe he’ll listen to you. Put your trust in him, Chris.”
Chris looks confused as to why Hana was speaking in the favor of Havoc, having been vocally against the idea of letting Havoc gain back control over Chris.
“What happened to you? Why are you saying these things, Hana? Why would you ever support him? He had made my life miserable for years! Only now do we have somewhat of an understanding but I wouldn’t be able to trust him as you have. What changed, Hana?”
Chris questioned as a deviant smile appeared on Hana’s face.
“Because Hana understands this better than you, Chris.”
To the horror of Chris, Hana’s voice had completely morphed to that of a demon as her pupils rolled to the back of her head while she continued speaking.
“If you do not listen to me now, then your poor girlfriend might have to pay the price. You should be careful of what you say, Chris. Who knows-- maybe I have a breaking point too. I need you to understand that things don’t happen overnight. Do you think I am happy about how things have unfolded in Project Honor? Trust me, I am not a fan of being laughed at by the PH loyalists because they think of me as a false prophet. A belligerent idiot. Guts, Gold, and Glory cannot unfold in similar passion-- So, I DO understand the urgency of the situation. But I cannot afford for you to be a hindrance to me as you have in the past. Your body already limits my strength-- I cannot deal with your emotional nonsense again. So, serve this as a warning. I do not plan to lose at Guts, Gold, and Glory. I do not plan on losing to whoever walks out that night as the Noble Champion. Whether that be Jason, his bitch, or the other person that I frankly do not care about. This drive was not your idea, to begin with. I had a specific destination in mind as preparation for the battle ahead of us. I simply implanted that idea in your head because I know how you think, Chris. Now-- If you want poor Hana to be safe and sound, you will cooperate with everything I have to say. Project Honor WILL be ours, Chris. You just need to take my hand…”
--
“CHRIS LOOK OUT!”
Hearing the loud screech of his girlfriend, Chris snaps back into reality and realizes that he was about to drive straight into the ocean. Quickly pulling on the hand brake, he tries to drift the car away from the edge, ending up looping around the narrow road in the process. Barely escaping the fall, the car comes to a halt as Hana frantically shakes Chris in the horror of what happened.
“ARE YOU FUCKING DAYDREAMING WHILE DRIVING?!”
Chris comes to a realization that the entire conversation had played out in his mind. As the adrenaline settles down, Chris realizes that Welcome to the Jungle is still blasting on the speakers.
“I-I am sorry. I just fazed out for a second. I am fine now. Are you okay?”
“Thankfully! Fucking hell, I thought I was going to die today!”
“Yeah… sorry about that. By the way, why have we been listening to this song in a loop?”
“What do you mean? This song just came on minutes ago. Chris… Are you okay? Do you want me to drive?”
Chris is shaken by that revelation as he switches off the radio. He shakes his head, trying to come to an understanding of what transpired before turning to Hana.
“Nah… I will be fine. We’re almost at our destination. I hope you’re ready, baby!”
A malicious smile appears on Chris’s face as his eyes briefly shine red before turning back to normal.
--
The scene now transitions to an empty open parking lot as Chris carefully brings the car to a halt. With a look of excitement on his face, a complete contrast to how he was moments ago, he slams the door open and gets out of the car. Hana helps herself out of the passenger seat as Chris grabs her hand and they march towards an entry point to what appears to be a zoo.
The camera pans up to what’s written on the welcoming sign.
“THE VICTIM EXPERIENCE”
“Are we at a zoo? You would expect some people to actually be around-- This is quite odd.”
Hana exclaimed, getting a stomach-churning chill running down her spine as she looked around the establishment. Chris, without hesitation, continues to walk through the large gateway and the empty ticket booth with Hana in tow.
“Is this place abandoned, Chris? Do they even have animals here?”
“Oh, but they do. The animals here are like no other. Why don’t you see for yourself!”
Hana walks through the narrow pathway between the jungle on either side, trying to find any hint of life inside this seemingly abandoned zoo. After being startled by the rustling of leaves around their path, Chris and Hana finally come across a man-made enclosure with a large sign talking about the animal captured inside of it.
Hana is horrified to see a man, beaten to a bloody pulp lying on the ground with a metal clasp wrapped around his neck that tied him up to a tree.
“Ah look! Exhibit A! Apparently his type is usually local to Los Angeles. Woah! It must have been quite a journey to get here in Aussie land. Wow-- he’s quite a dangerous breed! Apparently, his type likes to hunt in their lonesome. For that very reason, they have been called outlaws in this world. If you are not careful around them, they could bite! They are not human-friendly, it seems. But one thing they are known for is their will to fight. They will try to secure a win by any means necessary-- even though success seems like a rare occasion for them. I mean, I can tell by how badly he’s beaten up that they can’t be THAT good, can they? What do you think, Hana?”
Chris playfully questioned, playing dumb to what lay in front of him. Not only was he ignorant to the horrific sight in front of him, but he was also borderline enjoying the pain and suffering brought down upon the unknown man in question. Hana wasn’t as receptive as he thought.
“WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE? Are you not seeing this, Chris?! There’s a man bound in chains locked up inside a glass prison! What the fuck is going on?! And how can you be so nonchalant about it?! That man seems to be at the brink of death. His wounds appear to be fresh so he must have recently been brought here. We need to help him out! Or at least get the fuck out of here!”
Hana exclaimed as panic settled in. However, Chris did not lose his calm.
“What are you even talking about?! He is a syndicate! Can’t you see? And there’s a reason behind the metal clasp around his neck-- He is a dangerous animal, Hana. You don’t want him roaming around in the wild for too long or else it might bite you in the back. Syndicates are quite high on the food chain and are natural predators. Their killer instinct is what they’re known for. So, I do not see the problem of such a barbaric creature being held in captivity. Their mind is only capable of destruction! Although dangerous, they are also known to be primitive and incapable of thinking straight. I didn’t even know that animals could have massive egos but according to the informative board -- syndicates are known to be blinded by their own ego. They confidently approach every fight even if they’re incapable of winning it. This mentality has gotten them into trouble in the past and it continues to haunt the animal to this day. That explains the bruises, doesn’t it?”
Without a hint of sarcasm or malicious intent, Chris is playing the situation as if it was a real animal. As if it wasn’t a human locked inside bleeding out to death. But the horror on Hana’s face told a different story. She started tearing up while backing away from Chris-- not understanding what was going on. At first, she thought it was all an elaborate plan to spook her out but Chris wasn’t breaking character. He was sticking to the story which made the whole ordeal a lot worse for Hana.
“WHAT…. THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU SAYING?! Are you even listening to yourself? That’s not an animal, Chris! There’s a guy in there. And you’re talking about him as if he was a wild animal. This is not a joke…. If you’re joking around, please cut the act. I-I don’t know if I am going crazy or if you have lost your fucking mind!?”
Chris let out a chuckle at Hana’s accusation.
“This is not absurd at all! We low-class humans are nothing but animals-- toys to the people of wealth. You should know that by now, Hana! Come on! We put our bodies on the line only for the corporate suits to tell us how to do our job. They put us in life-threatening situations for their own entertainment giving us a measly cut while they hog on to the riches. If we aren’t animals then why are we treated as such?! This place is more of an art piece than a zoo. It’s a statement, Hana. If they want us to be treated like animals-- then we shouldn’t be blamed for treating them at the same standard. This world truly is a Jungle. Only the fittest will survive. And Syndicate is not one of them. The man inside may not be the real Syndicate that the world knows-- but soon enough, our animalistic tendencies are going to be played out in a wrestling ring. And trust me when I say this, Syndicate will be like a helpless animal trapped against his own will because he does not have what it takes to win this fight. If he wants a crown then he’ll have to pry it off my cranium because I am the KING of this Jungle, Hana. Syndicate is like a domesticated puppy caught in a battle with a hound. He is going to get chewed out like gum and thrown into an enclosure such as this one. He is not fit for war, Hana. Every fucking passer-by wants to ‘save’ this world but only a few make a difference. Syndicate is not that guy. And he is about to be eaten alive for his troubles. Syndicate will not last here in Project Honor. He will not last in the world of wrestling for he was never fit, to begin with. Maybe he should have listened to his wife-- Maybe he’d have a chance at life. There’s a reason why nobody fucking wanted him to join Project Honor for they say the truth that this delusional cunt did not… They knew he was incapable of cutting it against the toughest motherfuckers on the planet. I kill people for fun, Syndicate. And I will kill him if that’s what it takes to put him inside a cage. His wife will welcome him back, piece by piece, as I rip him in shreds with my fucking teeth. Why would I respect somebody so fucking pathetic that they have to practically beg for an ounce of respect? He is an animal, Hana. A domesticated little bitch who will be shown his place real quick as reality comes striking down to his skull.”
Hana is not ready to accept the situation she had been put in. She did not want to believe that Havoc had manipulated Chris to bring them to a demented place such as this. She did not want to accept that there was a grim possibility that Havoc was the one responsible for the existence of such a horrifying place.
“This is not you talking, Chris. Havoc-- I do want to play into your games. This is not my business-- Let me and Chris go. I don’t care about what you do or who you hurt. JUST LET US GO!”
She screamed, pleading to be let go. Hana was living through a nightmare which she couldn’t get up from.
“Don’t be foolish, Hana. We’ve got more animals to pay a visit to. You’re following me or else Chris is as good as dead. He will never regain his consciousness if I have it that way. And you know I am capable of that.”
Hana unwillingly has to comply with the will of Havoc as they move along the gloomy path. Moments pass as the pair come across another enclosure. This time around, a man donning a mask is seen hanging from the tree. Hana shrieks at the sight of the motionless body as Havoc smirks at her.
“Go on, Hana. Read what it says.”
“I-I don’t want to. Please.”
“Alright. Alright. I guess I will take this one as well. Let’s see-- What do we have here? Ah yes! A nearly extinct breed of its kind. A local to this land, might I add. Tell me, Hana. What is the worst thing a man can do? I’ll answer that for you. Putting on a mask to hide from his responsibilities… To hide from his own identity because they are too much of a coward to face their adversities head-on. Pandalike is one such breed that we see here today. Or at least the visual representation of what we’ll be seeing at GGG. We all have our skeletons in our closet-- Some more than others. But putting on a façade to fool the world is the worst trait that humans possess. Some might point fingers at me for I am known to put on face paint from time to time. But what the people don’t understand is that the paint is a SYMBOL of my movement. I do not put paint on my face to hide my identity-- I put it on to show the people my TRUE self. Each and every fucking day I have to deal with being compared to Christopher. Just because we share a body-- doesn’t mean we are one and the same. The paint is a constant reminder for people who are too thick-skulled to realize the difference between myself and Sabertooth. I have NOTHING to hide. People are running away from the demons inside of them while at least Sabertooth has the balls to not only confront his demons but to accept them. Pandalike is insignificant to the match at GGG. Calling him a dark horse will be an insult to the horse in question. I don’t want to hear about how wrestling is just a means to a paycheck to him. Such materialistic motivation will NEVER be able to compete against a selfless motive as mine. He is admitting to being a slave to the corporate suits. He is letting them hold power over him that acts as fuel to their ego. Everything I do is for the movement when people like Pandalike are just out to make a living and live a life of mediocrity. No wonder his breed has gone extinct. There is no place in this world for complacency and incompetence and Pandalike personifies those traits better than anybody else. The fact that I even have to be compared to somebody like him is an insult to my identity. Fuck Pandalike. The world will be a better place without him. Let’s not waste our time talking about trash-- Move onward, Hana.”
Havoc brushes past Hana, who is lost in thought staring at the hanging man in front of her. Reluctantly, she has to keep going forward in this journey-- picking up the pace to catch up with Havoc.
“Ah, this is a good one.”
Havoc points at the next ‘animal’ as Hana gags at the mere sight of the victim. Unlike the other two, this man had been grotesquely mutilated with the head placed on top of the glass enclosure while the rest of the body remained mangled at the ground, rotting in the process. Hana bursts into tears, begging for this nightmare to end while covering her eyes. Havoc’s complete disregard for Hana’s feelings is shown through as he forcefully makes her look at the mutilated body.
“Talk about having their head in the clouds-- This exhibit takes that phrase quite literally. You know that I don’t harbor hatred for anybody in my soul. But it’s very difficult to look past the idiotic nature of this creature. Some call him The Absolute. Well, isn’t it ironic that there’s nothing absolute left of that decaying body? I find it hilarious! The dichotomy of the situation is almost poetic. This supposed God of the New World hadn’t been living up to his name. And by GGG, he won’t be living at all. The audacity of this man to even portray himself as this holier-than-thou personality while his words and actions fail to deliver on any promises. Levi’s idea of fixing the world is to sit on a diamond-encrusted throne with a crown signifying his position of power? Whose world is he fixing exactly? Certainly not the people who he wishes to rule over. Certainly not the people who he constantly looks down upon at every step of the way. The only world he wants to change is his own-- And that is where his ideals start to crumble. Does he really think that one man can bring down this world into submission? Does he really think that anybody would want to serve his purpose and act as an executioner to his will? Levi sounds like a brat who has had everything handed to him in life and now expects the same courtesy to be carried forward in the world of wrestling. Levi, I have built a fucking army of soldiers that are loyal to the MOVEMENT-- Not me. If they feel like I haven’t served the purpose of the movement, they have every right to destroy me. I do not put myself over the movement. The Ashes of the Wake has always been my top priority over any personal agenda. I do not simply seek gold for glory-- I seek Gold for the power that comes along with it. I seek gold for the reach that it brings. I seek gold for the people to ACKNOWLEDGE me and my movement. When somebody attaches God to their name, they better have the results to back it up. And motherfucker, Levi is an empty book. He’s got nothing! A man, seemingly out of nowhere declares himself as God and we are supposed to kneel down before him? STOP PLAYING INTO YOUR DELUSIONS! Everything you do and say is so fucking absurd. Almost as absurd as a white man coming out to King Kunta. How fucking clueless do you have to be?! He has no grip on reality and soon enough, he’ll be losing grip of his skull when I behead him for his sins. That’s what I do to people who have heads too big for themselves. He’ll end up just like the animal in this cage. That is his fate. If you really have a crown, then it comes off-- And the head comes along with it. Fucking pathetic.”
Havoc lets out a nasty snarl, just thinking about his opponent. Hana is trying to avoid catching a glimpse of the gruesome sight as she shuffles onward towards the final destination. The camera pans around to reveal a mountain of smoke rising up in the distance. As they get closer, a foul stench overwhelms Hana, who quickly covers her nose.
The final cage belonged to a man who played too close to the fire and got burnt for his troubles. We see a pyre situated in the middle of the cage with a body seemingly burnt alive on it as the unbearable stench of burnt flesh almost causes Hana to pass out. Havoc holds on to her arm, trying to keep her steady as she uncontrollably sobs at the horrific sight. Falling down to her knees, Hana starts erratically pulling on her hair and trying to punch herself to get up from this nightmare but nothing would ever be enough. Havoc curiously watches on as Hana’s tears slowly turn into laughter. Hana Nakajima had been pushed beyond her limits and was now a broken mess. She had been driven into insanity by the sheer brutality at display and the lack of care for human life. Havoc has an evil grin on his face as he lifts Hana off the ground and grabs her hand tightly.
“It’s going to be over real soon, baby. We have one final animal to deal with. Some might even call him a monster. He happens to be the only person I have had the fortune to share the ring with, in this match. The last time we were in the ring-- we stood across each other as partners. Although, that wouldn’t last very long. I had offered this man everything he could ever hope for. A place to call home. A family of like-minded people who want to see the world suffer for all the miscarriage of justice over the years. A movement that is bound to change the very fabric of this world in due time-- But he chose to give me the cold shoulder. He chose to bump heads even when our ideals aligned with each other. HE CHOSE TO TURN HIS BACK ON ME WHEN ALL HE HAD TO DO WAS TAKE MY HAND! IT WAS THAT SIMPLE! AND HE FUCKING RUINED IT! I wanted to help him. I really did! I was the only man in this world to have ever given him a second chance. But his greed got the better of him. I had promised that if Pyro refuses to take my hand, then it is equivalent to being against me. And there is no third chance to be given. I have no patience left with a man whose lust for destruction has no real purpose. He may have the tools to destroy the world-- But without a true motive, his actions will NEVER achieve their desired outcome. Pyro-- We all know what happens when you play too close to a fire. The fire inside my heart for the pain and suffering that is widespread around the world. People live and die by the system and the rules placed upon us. But only a few choose to break free. Only a few choose to see the bigger picture. Pyro, your brand of destruction is as brutal as it can be. How can he be the savior of the masses when he is the one desperately begging to be saved. He seeks attention from his peers and opponents alike for he likes being the center of attention. I do not doubt his ability to burn this world to the ground-- But without me by his side, his flames will reach their limits. Once it does, it will be extinguished for good and Pyro will become a forgotten memory. I wanted to save him. But he gave me no choice. Now, he shall burn in his own fire until all that’s left are his ashes. He was blinded by his own brilliance that he couldn’t notice a man who would have taken him to newer heights. I made Jason Long into the man he is today. The Prime Champion. Under my tutelage, his horizons expanded beyond recognition. And now, he is a different man. He is no longer a Maverick-- He has his own identity. I shaped him to be THAT man. So, imagine what I could have done with you. We could have been something great, Pyro. We could have been together as one. We could have brought Project Honor to its emphatic demise… But you chose to walk alone. I won’t be making that mistake. My people will stand behind me no matter what. Hana will stand behind me. Jada will stand behind me. THE WORLD WILL UNDERSTAND WHAT FEAR TRULY MEANS!!! Lighting your pyre may just be the perfect statement to make. The people will finally listen, Pyro. I just wished you would have done the same. But those bridges were burnt with everything else. And so shall you.”
Havoc looks at the fire completely engulfing the body inside the cage with a smile on his face. The power that those flames held wasn’t lost to him. But Havoc was ready to step straight into the fire pit. He was ready to get burnt to achieve what he wanted. He was ready to sacrifice everything as he had before. What Havoc saw in those flames was an opportunity as Hana stared on with her beady glimmering eyes.
“As for the Noble Championship-- Noble in itself is the complete antithesis of what I stand for. This is why it acts as the perfect tool to garner the attention of the corporate suits and the sheep that watch the product. Noble will only be the first step towards the Ashes taking over Fallout. It’s not about if I win-- WHEN I do, I want to stand across the ring against only one opponent. I know he’ll be doing his part of making sure he walks out with both the Prime and the Noble championships. Jason Long… our fated encounter is nearly upon us! Bask in your glory till you can! Because the Noble Championship, your pride, AND your life will be mine. I will never forget what you did, Jason. It’s only fair that I get to enact my vengeance upon you. Your day of reckoning will come. As for me? All that is left is to get my hands on the gold and glory. For we live in a jungle. And the animals inside of us shall be euthanized.”
Hana and Havoc stand hand in hand as the camera zooms out to reveal the vast area covered by the pair. In the final scene, Hana and Havoc disappear into thin air as demonic laughter can be heard echoing around the area.
“Welcome to the jungle, we take it day by day
If you want it you're gonna bleed but it's the price to pay”
