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Post by Eden on Aug 27, 2020 6:46:42 GMT -5
LOCATION &a ARENASix Flags Hurricane HarborConcord, CAROLEPLAY & SEGMENT DEADLINES Friday, September 4th, 2020 at 9 PM PST, Midnight EST, 11 PM CT (US) Saturday, September 5th, 2020 at 5 AM (UK) Saturday, September 5th, 2020 at 4 PM (AUS)
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Co-Main Event: Non-Title Bout Havoc versus Jonny Cedrone
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Post by Jonny Cedrone on Aug 30, 2020 20:37:42 GMT -5
RECORDED AFTER DYSTOPIA:
**--The scene opens up in the backstage area as the camera is set at a weird angle and is focused on the trainer room door. After a brief moment, the door opens up but because of the angle of the camera, the view is obstructed by the door. Out of the door comes Gloria. She turns to look back inside the room…--**
“C’mon baby. I know. You heard the trainer.”
**--Whomever she was talking to finally made it out of the door so she’s able to shut it. When she shuts the door, it’s revealed that Jonny Cedrone is using crutches!--**
“He said that you have to keep weight off of it for a while.”
**--Jonny looks distraught, but is it due to the fact that he lost his International Championship or the fact that he’s bound to the crutches? He and Gloria walk down the hallway away from the camera, but the camera operator was quick to follow them and when the opportunity arose, the operator was able to get around to the front of them as they walk. Jonny seems focused on trying to walk with the crutches for a few moments before he looks up and sees the camera. They both stop. Gloria puts her hand on his shoulder in a sign of support as Jonny begins talking into the camera--**
“It was a tough match. There’s no doubt about it. Ms. Matsuda, you were everything that I thought you were! You knew my weakness and you took advantage of it. That’s a true sign of experience and an admirable character trait of a warrior.”
**--Jonny resets his crutches under his armpits before continuing--**
“Ms. Matsuda, I said before we even went into the ring tonight that you were one helluva wrestler and a fantastic athlete and you showed me and the entire world that I wasn’t wrong. You gave me everything that you had and you didn’t quit until you got what you went after – the International Championship.”
**--Cedrone applauses while Gloria nods her head in agreement. Cedrone grabs his crutches again--**
“As if you need me to tell ya, I’m gonna say it anyway; you are worthy of holding that International Championship and you’ll bring even more prestige and honor to that Championship Ms. Matsuda. There’s something that I want you to do for me though. It would mean a great deal to me. Keep that Championship warm for me. I want you to keep it warm because sooner – much sooner than later – I will be taking that Championship back from ya. You may have had that little standoff with Thor after the match but don’t think that you’ll be able to actually stand across the ring from Thor as the International Champion, Ms. Matsuda. That spot’s not up for debate. Thor came in and he rattled off about how that International Championship isn’t the real deal and how I was an imposter. He made it personal. So right here and right now, with all due respect Ms. Matsuda, I’m letting you know that when we have that rematch for the International Championship, the outcome will be completely different than what happened tonight. That I promise you Ms. Matsuda. Until then though, you keep kicking ass and taking names Ms. Matsuda! Make the people proud!”
**--Jonny and Gloria walk past the camera but the camera stays with them. After a few brief moments, into the shot comes Faith Wilde. She stops them along their way as the camera comes around in front of them.--**
“Jonny! Jonny! Have you heard the latest news?!”
“Well hi Faith. How are ya doin’?”
“I’m good. I just heard from the Booking Committee and you’ll be surprised to hear who you’re booked against for the next episode of Dystopia.”
**--With confused looks on their faces, Jonny and Gloria look at one another then at Faith.--**
“Usually I’m okay with surprises, but tonight…not so much. Who’m I facin’ dear?”
“Jonny, tonight you mighta lost the International Championship but on the next episode of Dystopia, you face off against the World and Affliction Champion, Havoc!”
**--Jonny and Gloria both have shocked expressions on their faces as they turned to one another, then back to Faith--**
“Jonny? What’re your thoughts?”
**--Jonny just turns his head into the direction that he’s facing. His appearance changes from shock to…to nothing. He then turns his blank expression towards Faith and a smile crawls across his face. He nods before turning back to the direction he was heading and he limps off camera. Gloria stays behind for a moment as she watches her man limp away. She’s still sporting a bit of a shocked face--**
“How could he just smile like that? This is huge!”
**--Gloria, still looking in Jonny’s direction, now has a bit of a smirk on her face--**
“Oh he knows honey! He knows.”
**--Gloria struts off camera as the scene cuts to a snowy feed before fading to black--** RECORDED THE MORNING OF 08/30/2020:
**--The scene fades in after a snowy feedback. We’re inside of a state-of-the-art gym where we see Jonny Cedrone on a Peloton bike with sweat pouring from virtually every pore that’s viewable from the camera. By the contortions of his face when he has to put any pressure on his left leg, it seems that Cedrone is still suffering with some pain. Catching him at the end of his workout though, Jonny shuts down the bike before getting off of it, grabbing his water bottle and towel. He wipes his face with his towel and takes a big drink of water. He sees that the camera is there now. He wraps the towel around his neck and holds onto both ends with each hand and looks into the camera--**
“Determination. Fire. Passion. Desire. All of the attributes that it takes to become Champion. All of the attributes to remain Champion too. Last week on Dystopia, two of the best wrestlers in the world met in the middle of the ring and fought for the right to be called the International Champion. I was the defending Champion and Ms. Matsuda was the challenger. After the match, the roles were reversed. Ms. Matsuda had just enough more determination. She had just enough more fire, passion and desire and she took all of that and she added more Championship gold to her collection.”
**--Jonny sports a grin--**
“Ms. Matsuda, from the bottom of my heart, I congratulate you on that win last week! You were the better athlete! You were the smarter wrestler! You took my disadvantage and used it to your advantage. A mark of a true Champion! Now…if I know you as well as I think I do, I know that what I’m about to say will probably fall on deaf ears because you know better than to do it anyway. Don’t rest on your laurels Ms. Matsuda. You’re gonna have people come out of the woodwork and challenge you for that Championship. Now this shouldn’t come as any surprise but I’m definitely gonna be one of them Ms. Matsuda. In fact, I would hope that I would be your first challenge if all truth was known Ms. Matsuda.”
**--Jonny begins to slowly walk through his gym, showing the slightest of limps.--**
“That was last week. Next week is a totally different scenario. It seems like I say this after every show but, next week is going to be my biggest challenge since joining the World Wrestling Headquarters. Next week I face the Affliction and World Champion, Havoc.”
“I know this isn’t going to be some cake walk Mr. Havoc. You are a force to be reckoned with. I’m nothing if not honest Mr. Havoc. You’re a force the likes of which I’ve never seen before. Sure, I’ve fought Jacoby Spencer a couple of times. I’ve been the subject of his beat downs and I’ve come out on top in one of those encounters. I’ve been in the same ring as Fenrir Ragnarrson. I’ve fought big and badass dudes who thought they were the best thing to ever happen to wrestling, and I’ve come out on top. But none of them compare to you. You’re different aren’t you? There’s this energy about you that would make even Gozer, Thanos, Darkseid or even Darth Vader hesitate before they would mess with you.”
“Anywhere you’ve been, anything you’ve done, there have been nothing but devastation and annihilation in your wake. You’re the destroyer of this world. But in your mind, you’re the savior of this world. You see things that you disagree with and your answer to fix it is to destroy it. Everything that’s wrong in the world right now is the lack of love, but you promote destruction as the fix-all. So you’ve put together an army – Ashes of the Wake – and together you’re all set out to do just that – fix the world, to save the world, and to take over the World Wrestling Headquarters. Hell, you’re well on your way aren’t you? By yourself, you own the Affliction and World Championships and Ms. Caldwell owns the Asylum Championship. Not a bad resume in all honesty.”
**--Jonny stops walking and drapes his towel over a barbell and focuses in on the camera lens--**
“At the same time that I’ve seen and heard about The Ashes of the Wake, I’ve also heard about a band of wrestlers known as The Revolutionaries that’s been a thorn in your side Mr. Havoc. Renee Jonae and Vincent Lyons Jr along with his sister Victoria. I’ve been in the ring with both Ms. Jonae and Mr. Lyons and I know for a fact that they’re no pushover Mr. Havoc. You have your work cut out don’t ya? Of course, I’m not saying something that you don’t already know. You know full well what they’re capable of just as much as I do. But much like them, I can’t stand by and just allow you to think, in your worst delusional fever dreams, that you can and will just step on whomever whenever you want to and take over this company. I know I’ve only been here a few months Mr. Havoc but I kinda pride myself as the kinda person that stands up for what he believes in. I think that a few of your beliefs may have some warrant to them, but the way that you’re going about to ‘right the wrong’ just isn’t my cup of tea. I cannot and will not just let you do what you wanna do. That’s not how you bring about change Mr. Havoc. Love is just as infectious as hatred and anger Mr. Havoc. You wanna change the world? Change it that way. Not with obliteration.”
**--Cedrone gets a bit of a smirk on his face--**
“Ya see, even the mighty can fall Mr. Havoc. Even the personification of evil can and will meet its match and fall at the feet of the one that holds its punk card. The problem is that as much of a fool that I am, I’m smart enough to know that Evil never dies. Evil will never give up. Evil will do whatever it has to do in order to pummel and destroy whoever or whatever’s in its path. Why? Because Evil feeds off fear. That’s why you’ve been able to do what you’ve been able to do so far here in the World Wrestling Headquarters Mr. Havoc. That’s why you were able to take over the mind of Chris Sabertooth. He was desperate but he feared you. Most everybody here does. I’m too much of a fool to fear anyone or anything Mr. Havoc.”
**--Jonny’s grin turns into a serious expression--**
“You can call it being stupid. You can call it being naïve. Call it being crazy if you want. You can even call it being too cocky. Call it whatever you want to Mr. Havoc but I don’t fear you. I fear nothing. Next week I will stand across that ring from you – and I won’t back down. Next week I will stand toe-to-toe with you – and I won’t back down. Next week I will take the fight to you just as you will take the fight to me – and I won’t back down. Next week I will stare into the eyes of Evil – and I won’t back down Mr. Havoc.”
“Ever since I came into the World Wrestling Headquarters, I’ve been waiting on this opportunity. The opportunity to be in the same ring as the World Champion. The opportunity to show the Ivory Tower of the World Wrestling Headquarters that I not only belong here but I belong in the same ring as the World Champion! That I can hold my own against the World Champion! Just eight months into my tenure here in the World Wrestling Headquarters, I get that very opportunity. So Mr. Havoc, don’t think for one second that you can try to instill fear into me or intimidate me because I won’t let anything stand between myself and this golden opportunity. Not even fear. Next week I will stand in the ring with the Affliction and World Champion and I’ll show you and the rest of the world that I have what it takes to beat you.”
**--Cedrone, having spent too much time on his leg, sits down on a weight bench--**
“Sure, I’m a mere mortal man who has weaknesses – and if you’re as smart as you are intimidating, then you’d know that I’m coming into this match with a glaring weakness – and I may not be this demon possessed super villain trying to unleash all of his rage upon those who are weak. But I’m a man with a goal. I’m a man with determination. I’m a man with heart and passion. Last week I lost something that means a lot to me. I’m taking that feeling of frustration and I’m taking my determination and my passion into this fight against you next week and I’m not leaving until I get that win Mr. Havoc.”
“Mr. Havoc, you’ll find out that I’m no easy win. Ask anyone that I’ve faced so far here in the World Wrestling Headquarters and they’ll all tell you just how hard it is to get a win over me. And I know that you’re no easy win yourself. You’re a very dangerous entity. You’re a demigod set out on your own self-righteous goals and won’t quit until you fix everything that’s wrong with not only the World Wrestling Headquarters, but with the world as a whole. It’s true that along your journey, you’ve left a wide wake of destruction, but next week…don’t think for one second that I’m going to be a part of that wake Mr. Havoc. Don’t think that I’m going to be a victim of your mission because I won’t be. I’m not a victim. I’m a warrior. Warriors take the task at hand and won’t stop until they succeed. Warriors look death in the face and laugh. Warriors never fear. Warriors never give up. And warriors – don’t – die!”
**--The camera zooms in tight on Cedrone’s determined grimace as the scene cuts to a snowy feedback then fades to black--**
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Post by Havoc on Sept 4, 2020 19:37:34 GMT -5
The Revolution must End The light flickers around the corridors of the House of Havoc as a silhouette of a man can be seen approaching the camera. The flickering bulb, not enough to illuminate the face of this person-- but enough to catch his frame. Not a hulking man by any means, but the aura surrounding him was far more menacing than it could be for anybody else. Through the darkness, Havoc steps into the shot sporting the WWH Affliction and World Championships on each shoulder. His eerie calmness adds to the unsettling nature of the whole set up as he looks at the camera lens, dead at the center. “Am I supposed to be impressed? Am I supposed to be handing out application forms based on your past performances? Am I supposed to be worried for even a second? Cedrone, you don’t have to worry about my intentions to make an example out of you. At last Dystopia, my mood was ruined by the untalented hack of an interviewer in Ace Michaels-- spewing out the fake jargon he probably learned at some third rate University and trying to appear not biased in a situation where his wife is involved. His questions may seem trivial on first hearing, but there was a method behind his mediocrity. He wanted to put the Ashes under a bad light. He wanted to make a mockery out of the movement I have worked my life to build. He did that by pretending to not know who we are-- as if we HAVEN’T been running this place for the past seven-eight months, if not more. He tried to ignore Jada Blaire, despite her importance to both myself and Nikki. And he tried to present The Revolutionaries as an unstoppable force, established for the sole purpose of ruining my revolution. The change that WE worked so hard to bring about in this company-- FOR YOUR GOOD! FOR EVERYBODY’S GOOD! But I guess, being on the sidelines ate on their conscience. Vincent Lyons Jr. couldn’t bare being a forgotten piece of the puzzle, which he has been ever since the arrival of Sabertooth in WWH. And certainly not his whore of a sister. As for Renee? The one tiny bit of brilliance that she showcased was at the expense of me. I made her famous! The Women’s World Championship isn’t the first thing she brings up when people try to talk about her accomplishments in WWH. It’s beating me! That one instant that made her career-- Instead of being thanked for it, I continue to hark upon this new group that will save WWH. The Revolutionaries are everything that the Ashes aren’t, they say. And they’re right!! We’re not alike! The belts over my shoulders dictate that I run this place and not them. The belts over my shoulder dictate that I am BETTER than their collective effort, all by myself. Vincent, his bitch, and Renee can combine all their accolades that they have garnered over their tenure in WWH and it would STILL pale in comparison to what I hold just at this very moment. And that’s ignoring the history that Sabertooth had in this company. But hey, they will be the ones to stop the Ashes!! They couldn’t save their fucking careers when they had a chance but go on! Tell me why they would end an unstoppable movement like mine!” Havoc exclaimed with a look of disgust on his face. He wants nothing to do with The Revolutionaries, but he’s forced to deal with them for the WWH Management certainly wants him and his reign to end. “Plenty have tried before, Cedrone. Some managed to leave a dent-- a tiny scratch, in my shining armor but nothing a good polish couldn’t fix. I have been a champion in this company for A LOT longer than I have not been champion. There’s only a couple of months in my tenure that I haven’t had some kind of gold wrapped around my waist. And that’s not including accolades that Sabertooth accomplished like becoming the WWH Shogun last year. The very same tournament that will begin this week. If the management would let me, I would take part myself and end these gibbering buffoons right at the spot where they stand. But they wouldn’t let me! They don’t believe that I have anything left to prove. And that might be true, but that’s opposite to my ideals. That’s the difference between you and me, Cedrone. You got complacent and lost the belt that you just won a while back. And now Stephanie Matsuda has a tight grip over the titles that I don’t or can’t possess. That’s on you! You failed to make a mark as the International Champion and you’ve only got yourself to blame. You got complacent. You talked about how two of the world’s best competed in that ring two weeks ago? How about one of the best and a goddamn disappointment. Because that’s the biggest ‘compliment’ you’re ever getting from me. I don’t care about your fucking warrior spirit! Everybody in this company is here to fight. That’s what they get paid to do. They are here to make a name for themselves and put food on their table. It is ‘do or die’, up in this bitch, so you’re not special with your warrior spirit! And heck, where the fuck was this spirit when Stephanie Matsuda went to town on your ass? It might have been on a fucking vacation cause I saw none of it. That’s what sets us apart, Cedrone. I have competed against talents of the same caliber as Matsuda for the longest of times. And guess what? Not only did I hold my own weight against them-- But I outshone, outstruck, outwit them at every step of the way. You’re lucky that you’re not a champion anymore because if you defended that belt against me-- I’d have another crown to be added to my collection. The management CHOSE to not let my title be on the line. Do you think I fucking care, Cedrone? Do you think that I am afraid to do that? If they’d let me, I would defend these belts at every step of the way because I ALREADY FUCKING KNOW I am better. I don’t need these people’s validation. I don’t care! Cedrone, you may be after that if the case be, but you talking down on me isn’t going to help your case. In fact, I want to pummel your skull into the canvas with my bare fists and just leave your gray matter leaking onto the floor. I will curb stomp your corny ass back to the curtain jerking spot cause you clearly don’t have what it takes to hang around with the best.” He scoffed, not giving Cedrone enough credit. Could that be to his detriment? Or simply just the confidence Havoc has in his ability. He has no reason to fear anybody. His title reign showcases just that. He is the very best WWH has to offer and sadly for them, there’s nobody out there with enough grit to challenge ‘The Nightmare King’. “Matsuda only left you in the state of walking with crutches-- After our match Cedrone, you’d be pushed around in a gurney. How DARE you lecture me about changing this world? Love is as infectious as hate and anger?! Then where the fuck was all the love when I was down to the fucking trenches and nobody wanted to offer me their hand to pull me out of the deep end? Where was the love when my best friend was shot dead for the very reason for fighting for my freedom? Where was the love when every fucking person in my life abandoned me to rot in the sewers. WHERE WAS YOUR FUCKING LOVE THEN, CEDRONE?!! Why didn’t they try to change me? WHY OH WHY did anything of value only happen when they felt fear. That’s the only language that heathens understand, Cedrone. People like you are why I have given up on this world. I wanted a change too, Cedrone. But any change of value has only happened when humans have had a gun to their head. That’s when the survival instinct kicks in. That’s when they stop bullshitting and speak nothing but the truth. That’s what I offer to this world, Cedrone. That taste of fear-- That very moment where you’re at the brink of death. FIGHTING for a chance. FIGHTING to survive. That’s when a human TRULY sees the truth. I have been there, Cedrone. I have been at the brink of death and fought back to keep what’s mine. And now, I am nothing but the Harbinger of Reality! My fists are the hammer that crashes through their glass houses and exposes them to everything these people tried to contain themselves from. I do that to bring about a change in this world. I do that because I care about my people. I do that because I have to live with the fucking burden of THOUSANDS upon thousands of people that rely on me to have a voice in this society. That’s what I do. And that’s what YOU want to fight against. That’s what The Revolutionaries want to do. They want to take away my voice. The platform that I built through my own blood, sweat, and tears. I wasn’t handed this title. Sabertooth had to become the Shogun for me to earn my first shot at the WWH World Championship. And guess what I did with that? I delivered. I competed in the War of Attrition match when I had nothing to gain from it-- YET, I delivered. I fought Fenrir Ragnarsson in the main event of DreamState for the right to be the first Affliction AND World Champion. AND I DELIVERED! And these belts are not leaving my sight till it’s literally fucking pried off my hands. They’ll have to kill me to take these belts. And I know for a fact that Vincent Lyons Jr. is not about to be that man. Is that who you want to align with? Did The Revolutionaries feed you with their false narrative, painting me as the villain? I can tell with the comparisons you made with some fictional personifications of evil. Although I am flattered, I am just the messenger. There may be language barriers across the world but FEAR is a language known by all. And everybody will fear the Ashes of the Wake. They will learn to obey. They will surrender or else they will perish. So, if The Revolutionaries do want you Cedrone-- Be my guest! Join their alliance! Try to stop me! But at the end of the day, you will end up like everybody before you. In a fucking body bag.” He prances around the hallway, with his anger flying through life. Although, anger can be seen as a sign of weakness. Anger is what fuels Havoc to become the unstoppable force that he is. His opponents make the same mistake, time after time, of provoking him and questioning him on his ideals. It may be a good idea on paper, but it surely doesn’t bear the fruits that these people wish to receive. Instead, they get their faces smashed in. That’s what Havoc plans to do with Jonny Cedrone. “You wanted an opportunity to face the World Champion, you say? I guess you are ignoring the fact that you did face a world champion two weeks ago in Stephanie Matsuda. Let’s ignore her accolades elsewhere, but Matsuda happens to be the World Women’s Champion. Unless you happen to have the opinion that her accolade doesn’t scale up to mine, it is pretty clear on how you fare against other world champions in this company. You’re not going to show the world anything, Cedrone. In fact, you’re just going to prove my point. It’s funny when my opponents do that. They talk a big game but when it comes to backing it up in the ring, they try to maintain their distance-- They play it safe and then they suffer. Cause it’s never safe when you’re in the ring with somebody like me. So-- You ready to put the money where your mouth is, Cedrone? Are you ready to actually BEAT the unstoppable force that is The Nightmare King? Or are you about to become YET another ‘victim’ of the Ashes? You may have an answer now but after Dystopia, it just might be too difficult for you to change your fate, for it is sealed the moment your name was written across mine. I am going to run roughshod on you and The Revolutionaries. Because my ideals and resolve are much stronger than yours could ever be. Your bold claims of not fearing anything or anybody will be put to a test. For Jonny, you will LEARN to fear me. You will LEARN to head your distance. You will LEARN to not try to bite more than you can chew. I sit at the helm of WWH and I change this company and the rest of the world from within. And my plan does not include to lose to a fucking failure of a man-- a failure of a champion. Funnily enough, you remind me of Vincent Lyons Jr. A brash cocky SOB who thought he was all that until he was struck with a healthy dose of reality. That’s what you need, Cedrone. You’ve clearly lost touch with yours. Being confident is one thing-- But being delusional? That’s when you know that you’re fucked. Hence why your mind plays games to convince you otherwise. The Ashes of the Wake will not be stopped by you or The Revolutionaries. Yes, I DO know what they’re capable of, having beaten them all before. Heck, Sabertooth himself was able to do so. And before you call Sabertooth a coward for caving and letting me in-- KNOW the person you’re talking about. He was no failure. He was no coward. He CHOSE to let me fight my own battles for fighting Noah Hanson wasn’t his. And along the way, he was willing to sacrifice his so-called friends, so that his mind does not deviate from the goal. You can ask Vincent about him. He will tell you in full detail, having lost to him at EVERY step of the way. So, you’re not wrong! I know what they’re worth. And sadly for you and them, it ain’t worth a damn. Although I wish I could pick Renee, the diamond out of the rough, and shape her to be the kind of person I know she is capable of being. I see the same spark in her that I saw in Roxy. She is wasting her time being around failures like Vincent-- And if you want to join the mix. You will be YET another failure added to that alliance. The Revolutionaries will be dealt with. Nikki Cadwell will have her own problems to deal with but I will be by her side. So will Jada. But you? You can have the walking Gloryhole by your side but it won’t matter. I will END you. Jonny, I am not sure if you’re in the mood to die but you did sign your own death warrant. Now, the debt will be paid in full. You’re next, Cedrone. You’re the next victim. You’re the next tiny obstacle in my path. You, like everybody else, will be trounced and sent to the morgue. This is your time, Jonny.” An evil smirk appears over his face. The sadistic undertones are clear as the glimmer in Havoc’s eyes could light up a room. His demonic laughter echoing throughout the dark hallway. “This is your chance to learn about something new. This is your chance to meet The Nightmare King. For you-- You WILL fear me. You WILL fear the Ashes. For we don’t walk down dark hallways on our own.” Just as he completed his sentence, a large group of people, all donning his iconic face paint with red gloomy eyes show up behind him. Every single one of them with a stone-cold expression on their faces, as they glare into the camera lens. “For they have held my hand. If anybody else wishes to let us in-- that’s all that needs to be done! Reach out to me… For I promise you and everybody else. YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE!” He said, as the people of all ages and sex suddenly disappear with him as the camera points at nothing but eternal darkness.
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