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Post by Eden on Dec 20, 2020 23:59:34 GMT -5
LOCATION &a ARENATOKYO DOMETOKYO, JAPANROLEPLAY & SEGMENT DEADLINES Friday, January 1st, 2021 at 9 PM PST, Midnight EST, 11 PM CT (US) Saturday, January 2nd, 2021 at 5 AM (UK) Saturday, January 2nd, 2021 at 4 PM (AUS)
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SEGMENTS Reward: 1 bonus point added to your total rp score. Must be RSVPed by the RP deadline and submitted by Sunday Midnight CT (US) Open to Anyone! Main Event #1World Championship: Havoc versus ZoltonIn the same match that Vincent Lyons Junior won the right to challenge for the Affliction Championship, Zolton won the chance to challenge for the World Championship. The Man of Chaos has steered clear of the Ashes of the Wake and Revolutionaries feud, but he can't avoid it any longer. With no allies, can he beat the nigh-unbeatable Nightmare King?
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Post by Zolton on Jan 1, 2021 2:00:34 GMT -5
”The historical significance. The history that he stores within his mind. The importance of this location. The importance of this opportunity. An opportunity that has been awaiting him. One in which he earned. He failed to achieve the virtuous goal. The goal of Shogun glory. This here, the infinitely gigantic super card. One where worlds collide. Champions arise. Champions fall. One champion that will arise. Will unquestioningly and undoubtedly be of no surprise. He is the Man of Chaos. Diving head first into a feud that has nothing to do with him. Why? Because there is glory he wants. He will strive for. And he will accomplish this. With or without the ALLIES!!” Coming from nothing… Working constantly… His work coming to fruition… Finally… The era of Chaos BEGINS!! “This is where it all culminates. This historical stage of violence. The location where many battles have taken place here. Several in which I have been a part of.”*As his voice comes through into our auditory receptors. Our vision comes into focus above something. A large expanse of white. Some unrecognizable writing is on the far edge. We are suddenly pulled backward. Seemingly to float down after the sudden yank back from above. We move to the right. Floating silently.*“So much history for me within the walls of this palace. This dome. So many battles that I was a part of in the years. Recent years.”*As he speaks we float up and down while moving to the right along this building.*“This is pretty much where the rise of the former moniker that I carried, The God of all Gods. Only to die in eighteen months. Evolution. Development. Intensified training. More focused on one thing. One goal. One prize. One glory. Three years before now. Battle after battle. Obstacle after obstacle. Only to arrive a micrometer short of becoming and achieving what I set out to do since first stepping foot into this company. So here I am. Four years later. Not gunning for the Shogun trophy that I vowed to capture at the beginning of the tournament. Ah yes, the final episonic drama for me within the confines of the tournament. In case you tiny brained parasites out there do not understand what it is I just said. It means that I said at the beginning of this year’s Shogun Tournament, it was going to be my absolute final attempt at completing this tournament. Completing this tournament as the champion of it. Since I was unable to overcome Kaine and Thor a couple of weeks back, I will not be competing in the finale of the tournament.”*We silently float more to the right. A little more back we move. Only hearing his voice. Not seeing Zolton yet as we move. The building we are slowly encircling is massive. Different colors begin to show up in a light display. So many lights we see now, we are assuming this is showing us the entrance to this building. As our movement to the right begins to slow, more unrecognizable writing is revealed to us.*“This is where history has been made and broken. This is where I have broken history. This is also where I have made history. Been a part of history. And of course been on the wrong side of history. As I am sure all of your anticipation has been built in the right way. Maybe it is time to reveal the name of this location. Well to those that are incredibly ignorant and have no clue what this place is or even where it is located.”*Just as he speaks, the different colored lights begin to gain brightness. Brighter and brighter. Blinding us. We can only see the multicolored brightness of the lights. Then suddenly it seems we are thrown through various little snatches. Holes. Crevices. Then we hit a stop. Revealing a lit room. A multitude of LED lights. Dimming. Not quite extinguishing completely. It happens in slow waves. Only the dead center of these lights has no lights. Standing there, cloaked in black is a figure. We are above it. In front of it at an angle of about fifty two degrees above this figure. The lights continue to seemingly move around it. Then his voice returns.*“Inside this building is where I will ultimately reach my destined location within the World Wrestling Headquarters. I am the Man of Chaos. I am Zolton. Welcome to the Tokyo Dome.”*Suddenly something appears just behind Zolton. We begin to move downward and the item that appeared comes into focus. It is a seat, a large seat. We’ve seen something like this before.*“This is the throne one Christopher Sabretooth sat upon many months ago. You remember don’t you Mister Sabretooth. Ah. My apologies. This is not the name you prefer to go by nowadays. You prefer the name Havoc.”*Yes. That is the throne the painted face fellow was sitting in a while back. The hilts of swords sticking up toward the sky behind the cloaked figure. The one in which we assume is Zolton, but that assumption has not been proven to be true as of yet.*“The iron throne. The throne of the king. The king of all the kingdoms. The supposed Nightmare King. Those kingdoms being the other championship holders of the World Wrestling Headquarters. This man has reigned over all of you with such disdain. Thinking he is the gift that will not ever quit. That will not be defeated. Havoc, the current Affliction champion. The current World champion. A championship that your Man of Chaos has come within a single second of capturing from you. Mister Sabretooth. I do not care if you wish me to refer to you as this or Havoc. The truth is, you are merely a soul that has run its course and needs to pass on. Move on. Go on with your little battle that you have engrossed yourself in with the crazy that suddenly appeared from the Asylum. That seems to be so much more important to you. What I find intriguing as I sat back and watched this back and forth both verbally and physically between your stolen team name of Ashes of the Wake. Way to use one’s creative liberties to one’s advantage.”*The lights brighten for a moment, temporarily blinding us. Once they die down, going back to their subtle waves of dimming, then brightening. In the meantime, our theory of the cloaked figure reveals itself to be a woman. One we haven’t seen before, we cannot recognize her. Her eyes catch our attention immediately. They seem to be clouded over. Even movement of the cloud within both of her eyes.*Your Man of Chaos have brought all of you into a certain space within the walls of the massive and historical Tokyo Dome in Tokyo Japan.*Holy shit. It is the angelic voice of Zolton’s little Miss. This young female that was cloaked, sitting upon the throne is Little Miss. Her eyes reflect off the lights as the clouds within them move and wash around what should be the color bit of her eyes. She smiles faintly, a beautiful smile.*He has spoken of the historical significance of this place. The history in which he has been a part of as well as witnessed. Now we are settled within these walls, a mere days where the most historical day of the world happens. The most important moment of the new year. We sit here on the date of December thirtieth. Your Man of Chaos cares not of the virus that seems to be eliminating the parasites of the world. Your Man of Chaos cares not of what stupid pledges you all make in a drunken stuper at the stroke of midnight, the multiple times the clocks around the world hit that time on the first day of January. His only focus. His only mission right now is to come into this magnificent building Sunday night, the third day of January of the year twenty twenty-one. Come here and not only push the man known as Havoc to his limits. Push him past them. Gain the victory that eluded him so many months ago. Four years Zolton has walked the halls of this company. Evolving to the giant. Strong. Mountain of a man that spreads chaos in every direction he throws his deep blue eyes. I am sure you all might be wondering where he might be? Why is it, I sitting here? Finally being in front of the camera. All of that shall reveal itself in due time. Enjoy the waves of illusions that will cloud your eyes, as the message is said and forced into your tiny brains.*She smiles again, the waves of the lights begin to change colors. Mellow blues. Dull reds. Dancing yellows.*“I have carried myself with confidence. Some of you pea minded parasites out there call it arrogance. Fine. Be happy and filled with glee as it seems that I might be defeated. Only to be filled with disappointment as I rise from the proverbial ashes like a phoenix into my place of comfort. Chaos. Anarchy even.”But wait sir. What of all this talk about the Ashes of the Wake clashing with the Revolutionaries? They say you have no chance because you carry no allies. You are all by yourself. What do you think of all that?“I do not wish to address that ignorance at this time. I have faced odds that were not quite in my favor before. This nonsense going on between Sabretooth and Caldwell versus the Lyons’ children is exactly that, nonsense. I do not care about it. Hell I’d love to see them tear each other apart. I’ll then gladly step in and pick up the scraps, toss them in the furnace and walk off into the sunset carrying not just one championship, but two. Oh I bet you didn’t see that coming did you Little Miss?”No sir. I did not envision such a diabolical and incredibly ingenious plan. I support this our Man of Chaos.“Ah yes. It would of course leave the already in shambles management of this company, specifically of the brand Dystopia. I would love it. I would be smiling. Laughing. What would they do? There would be nothing they could do. Why? Because they allowed Mister Sabretooth to capture both championship titles with no repercussions.”*He pauses. She seems to look off to her right at something just below us. The lights in this massive room continue to roll in a wave like movement. Still making the floor around Little Miss seem like it is actually moving. It is quite deceiving and even hypnotizing. As our circuits process that, we fall into a seemingly bottomless pit. Darkness surrounding us, with small little glimpses of the colors that the LED lights were flowing with in that gigantic room. We suddenly come to a stop. Just above the ground. Green surrounding us on all sides we can see. The sound of leaves dancing in the breeze can be heard. We move up slightly and we turn seeing off in the distance, grassy knolls are hiding the sun for the most part. Rainbow of flares dance out above those grassy knolls. We turn again just to the left of the beautiful sunset.*“This is beautiful Z. The natural colors. The smell of the Cherry Blossom trees. This is truly amazing. Romantic as well.”*What the hell? We were brought here? Away from the beauty of Little Miss and the hypnotic lights of the massive room that we assume is in the building of the Tokyo Dome. What does this have to do with the match that they were discussing?*“This trip has been so incredible. Unreal. Thank you for bringing me along. I truly do appreciate it.”“Well my love, I must have you at my side as I go into battle next week. Plus I cannot come to the magical world of Japan without bringing the most beautiful woman this planet has ever produced.”“Ah, aren’t you the flatterer. I do love this more than you know. I don’t want to sound selfish here but are we going to go through the cherry blossom fields”*Okay, we are beginning to understand, this is last week some time. We catch a glimpse of the mentioned fields of cherry blossom trees. We begin to float silently toward them and see Zolton and Crystal, hand in hand. The height discrepancy is almost laughable but the two seem to meld into one another. If we understood the emotion of love, we might think they are cute together. Adorable even. But yet we don’t.*“No need to worry about sounding selfish love, and you will have to see.”*Just then they round a grove of perfectly groomed trees onto a stone path that leads through the cherry blossoms. The blooms get caught in the breeze and Crystal jumps with joy as she sees them.*“Oh my god. It is so fantastic. More beautiful than I could ever have imagined. Thank you babe. I love you so much.”“This only has a fraction of your beauty Crys. But I knew you used to talk about these all the time when we were younger. Looking through old torn up magazines. I had the opportunity to bring you to them so here they are my love.”*She leaps up with excitement and kisses Z before scampering through the floating buds of the trees. She doesn’t go too far from his side as she scampers. The smile upon her face seems to brighten up the field they are occupying.*“They smell so amazing. The pedals feel incredible. Soft. Silky.”*She dances. Then she is scooped up by Z. He chuckles with her.*“Shall we dance through them as the night surrounds us my queen? Let the romanticism of this area take over us. Enveloping us in the throws of love and passion.”*Crystal smiles as her feet float about a foot above the path and grass as Z holds her up as they spin slowly in a rhythmic nature.*“This is all wonderful. An amazing idea for the night scape but babe, don’t you have more to take care of other than me?”*Again he chuckles.*“Are you meaning my World Championship match coming up next Sunday? Oh don’t you worry your pretty little head sweetness. I have been doing everything right leading up till now. And I will continue to push the limits of my mind and my body as the days pass bringing us closer to that night.”“I know you are always preparing, baby, but I don’t want to be the cause of you losing focus.”“I love you Crys. I appreciate your concern, but no need to be concerned. My mind is always training. Always twisting and turning. Going over every single minute detail of the battle. Possible situations. Even things that could happen that aren’t necessarily expected. I won’t allow this opportunity slip through my grip again. No ma’am. I will finally get what has eluded my all these years. And you know what?”*She looks at him inquisitively.*“Our reunion has helped me in this journey. I do truly feel stronger. More powerful. Smarter, as I tune myself to your heart. Bringing our heartbeats together as one. As cliche and probably a little childish to say this but you are the other half of me.”*She doesn’t respond, she only squeezes her hands and arms around the neck of Zolton, peering into his eyes with a gleam and glow of love we assume. And she kisses him. A long, passionate kiss. They continue to spin slowly. Dancing among the floating blooms of the blossoms.*“I love you Heinreich.”*We are now pushed through the infinite darkness. Tight turns and coils. Spinning. We arrive dizzily back at the huge room with the LED lights moving the floor of the room. We slowly regain our senses and now sitting upon the throne. His hands lightly resting upon the arm rests of it. He makes the thing look average. Little Miss made it seem massive. He stares in our direction as the floor lights begin to move in waves of more bright colors. Yellow, red, blue, green and even pink.*“Yes indeed it would be something that no one would see coming. The chaos entering the Shogun pay per view. Having nothing. Only the shot at the World title in the back pocket. Then walk out of the biggest pay per view of the year with two championship belts. Now Little Miss, this is of course not the sole focus of the tsunami that is my chaos. No ma’am, the focus is to destroy the one that holds the most prestigious title belt of the company. That person being Christopher Sabretooth. Havoc.”Yes sir. I understand that completely. That is the whole reason for this presentation. This is quite the set up sir. Hypnotic in so many ways. Almost as though you are trying to send the truth through this kind of mind altering way with lights.*He lets out a laugh, a cackle of sorts.*“Oh Little Miss, how introspectively observant you are. But know there is something different that I am doing with this elaborate set up.”*As he speaks, his left hand turns, palm up. His deep blue eyes become almost like lasers as he closes his fist. The room becomes absolutely dark. Pitch black. We cannot even see the blue glow of Zolton’s eyes.*“I sit upon this throne. The exact throne that Sabretooth sat upon before out battle months ago.”*Just then the moving lights return, with no white among them this time. Sitting on the throne, more like kneeling on it is Little Miss. She smiles as the vibrant colors of blue, pink, yellow, green, and red flow now. A floor moving, yet standing still all at the same time. Little Miss looks around the throne with amazement.*“You see Little Miss. What we are doing here is revealing the truth to those that cannot see the truth when it literally slaps them across the face. This presentation is to show the powers that can be harnessed when one focuses in the right way. Focusing upon the true task. The true goal at hand. You see, world. The inhabitants that have done nothing but destroy this planet bit by bit for centuries. This is your time of reckoning. For most you will only wake up with a feeling of nausea. The rest will simply toss the message that I have provided aside. Remember that in two days time, the true final countdown will begin. The countdown to the end of the reign of the one you all call Havoc. I am Zolton. The man of Chaos. The leader of anarchy. Weeding out those that cannot handle the truth. The reality. Bringing the intelligence of the world back to the forefront. This is the end of the reign of Sabretooth. The beginning of the most vibrant and powerful era this company has ever seen. The Era of Chaos will begin.”*The wave of lights continue as we find ourselves focused on the young beauty, Little Miss as she stands upon the throne. Her arms outstretched as she looks to the heavens.*We end this now. The words have been spoken. The presentation has been recorded. The day approaches. The night is closing in. The end of Havoc’s reign is not as unbeatable as he believes. The Man of Chaos has chosen the words, so now they shall become reality. Let the Era of Chaos begin and never end.*The lights become more bright. Beginning to blink and strobe. All the colors feel them. We watch as Little Miss suddenly disappears. The throne shrouded in darkness. It suddenly erupts in flames just as all the wave of LED lights halts. Then they all turn off completely. No more movement. No more strobing. All that illuminates the space is the flames that are swallowing the throne that was formerly Havoc’s. We slowly begin to rise above the room. Above the extinguished LEDs. The melting throne. Lined along the floor weaving through the lights is an outline of what we assume is the World Wrestling Headquarters’ World Championship Belt. Emboldened upon the bottom of the centerpiece of the belt reads in all capital letters is ZOLTON! Our vision begins going dark, closing in on the bold letters, before we finally go completely dark. Silent. Blind. Finit.*
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Post by Havoc on Jan 1, 2021 23:16:05 GMT -5
The following broadcast can be disturbing to people sensitive to gore, unrelenting violence, and profanities. Viewer discretion is advised. An unknown figure grabs a VHS tape, labeled as DEATH, and puts it into the VHS player as a recording begins to play. The tape was labeled as an urgent matter. Although odd that somebody would send a VHS tape in this day and age. The scene begins in an abandoned warehouse, as a bird’s eye of view of a large gathering can be accounted for through the terrible quality of the recording. The people down below aren’t very distinguishable from the other as they all appear to be donning the same iconic face paint we have grown to fear. In this recording, a man, along with two other women, can be seen standing on the stage. It is clear to see that whenever he spoke, pin-drop silence followed from this large crowd. They hung on to every single word that he had to say and his command over them was clear. The camera panned down, as if it were secret drone footage, towards the people down below to reveal Havoc informing his followers of some news. Audio is finally able to be picked up from the recording as the camera closes in on the cult leader. “My fellow people, we have gathered here to celebrate the anniversary of our creation. The birth of our purpose. Tonight, we celebrate the success of our movement. The Ashes of the Wake have taken over the world. Through our actions, we have changed the lives of countless others who didn’t have the privilege to join us today. And if time permits, we shall conduct a seance session for those who passed away. I have a special someone-- or something, I’d like to talk about. But before we get to that-- I would like to get the opinions of people who matter the most to me. YOU! Each and every single one of you gathered here has made a difference. You have made the right choice by aligning your faith with my own. To all the new faces gathered here tonight, I welcome you with open arms. Our family is ever-growing-- Our movement has reached every single corner of the world. In just a couple of days, we’ll have new brethren join our ranks from the beautiful country of Japan. We do not discriminate. Now-- as our global expansion takes focus, I need everybody here to be on their best behavior. We don’t want to scare anybody away, do we? We are not bad people. We are just misunderstood. We don’t hurt people who have done nothing wrong to us or to the world. We target the ones that have wronged us. We target the system. We target the man behind the wheels and not the spoke of tires that have no will of their own. We are the legs of this foundation-- To target us is to break the very two feet that this world stands upon. What we need to target is the head- Just like a bullet, straight to the brain and that is all she wrote. You may be wondering, we haven’t taken any action in a LONG time. In fact, some of you may have started doubting my methods having seen me fail over the last couple of months. Any doubters? Anybody? Don’t feel shy! I am open to criticism like the rest of us-- Tell me about your concerns and maybe we can deal with them on this auspicious day!” Havoc suggested, almost playfully. The people around the room pondered upon what he said, questioning if they are brave enough to raise their hands. Wondering if they are truly satisfied with the movement they have chosen to support. Moments pass and finally, a somewhat young man raises his arm to the surprise of the crowd.
“Yes! Wonderful, brave young man. I love it! Tell me… What do you think?” Asked Havoc while addressing the young man, who is now standing up. “U-uh. I do not mean to disrespect you in any way, sir--” The man trembled in his voice. Fearing his life at the moment for having stood up to Havoc. “Do not call me sir! I am one of you. We are all the same! And you need not worry, young man. You haven’t done anything wrong to be fearing my wrath. Feel free to open up to your heart’s content!” Havoc exclaimed, without a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He seemed genuinely curious about what the man had to say. “Also, what is your name?” He questioned. “I-I am Jacob.”
“Jacob you say! Wonderful. Go on Jacob.”
“I-I feel like the actions that we take aren’t right. Sometimes, we end up hurting innocent lives and I don’t feel like it is the right action to take. I s...support the m-movement…. I support for what it stands for. But the actions so far, seem to revolve around hurting people. Hurting them for something they had no hand in. They are as helpless as we were before you showed us the way. Why can’t we try to prove to them that our views are correct. That the world desperately needs to be changed and we are capable of doing so. W-won’t it grow our numbers even more if we were to convert the delinquents to seeing our ways?” Jacob questioned, with an audible shiver in his voice. He wasn’t sure if he was being brave and asking a valid question. Or was he disrespecting the man that gave him a purpose in life. Nobody had ever asked Jacob his name before today. He was a nobody. But at that moment, hidden beneath the fear, was pride. He was noticed. That’s all he ever wanted. “That is a good question, Jacob. Seriously! I appreciate the courage you have shown today. Not a lot of people have the balls to do what you just did. You brought to my notice some error in my ways. A lack of judgment perhaps, on my part. You are an awful lot similar to a LOT of people back in WWH-- They all question my methodologies.. But they fail to provide an alternative. So, I will like to ask you some questions of my own. You are right! We do sometimes end up hurting people. Changing their face beyond recognition. Destroying their very fabric of existence. And as cruel as these things sound, we do get the desired results, don’t we? Our goal as a collective is to get more eyes to our movement. There are a couple of ways to go about it. Either we do something eye-catching enough so that the people have no choice but to listen. Or we take actions that will speak louder than words ever could. Let me put it into perspective for you-- I happen to be facing Zolton this coming Sunday with the main prize on the line. He, to me, has always asked the right questions. Why SHOULD I be given a platform for the atrocities that I commit? Why SHOULD I be allowed to torment the WWH roster for YEARS to come and face absolutely no consequences for my actions? Why should I continue to be celebrated as the GREATEST being to walk among the halls of WWH, when all I want to do is take the company and the system down with me? Those are some good points and I have always respected Zolton for that. But keep in mind, when Sabertooth cried and begged for help-- having lost his friend… having lost everybody he cared for-- Nobody came to help him. You-- Jacob. You were left to rot by your family, weren’t you? The ones who were supposed to raise you up, left you by the roadside begging for a living. You walked from door to door, asking for help, but nobody answered did they? I have been wanting to change the world and I have been bringing attention to the crimes committed against humanity BUT NOBODY FUCKING LISTENS, do they? Sometimes, you have to sacrifice a few good men, to get what you want. They’re martyrs to the movement. They are heroes. And I promise you, these innocent people would never be forgotten.” Said Havoc, almost getting emotional about all the people he has hurt along the way. Call it a necessary evil, the notoriety he has garnered by torturing his opponents in the ring has gotten him the World. WWH World and Affliction Championships. OWA World Championship. Wrestleworld European Championship amongst countless others. “So, to answer your question. I do care. I do empathize with the fallen. I do pay my dues-- In fact, I am ready to be a sacrifice to the movement myself. If it brings more eyes to my people, then I will do it willingly. But I am aware that each and every one of you still needs my help. You still need my guidance to get you exactly where I am. Each and every one of you are equally responsible for the change that we will bring to the world. And some of you might have to take a bullet for the Ashes. You might have to get locked up in prison. You might have to DIE… But I promise you, NONE of you will ever be forgotten. Even you Jacob! I am proud of you. Innocence is a very subjective thing. To me, I give people who deserve a world a pain exactly that. Maybe you just don’t see the difference between the two. What I do in the ring-- is necessary. What I will do to Zolton-- is all part of our agenda. There isn’t anybody innocent in an act of war. WWH has declared war against the Ashes. They want us gone. They want to destroy us. Such people could never be innocent. Zolton could never be innocent. Vincent Lyons Jr and The Revolutionaries could NEVER FUCKING BE INNOCENT! Their demise is on THEM! Not me! I am just the executioner of justice-- The judge and jury are the rest of you! I am putting your words into action. And if that isn’t clear enough for you or anybody else in this room… Then we might have to set an example.” Havoc said as he turned his attention towards a 7-foot towering man standing by the doorway. Havoc nods at him as this man now approaches Jacob. Realizing what is going on, Jacob pleads for forgiveness. “PLEASE! PLEASE NO! I AM SORRY! I DID NOT INTEND TO OFFEND YOU! PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I AM A FOOL TO HAVE QUESTIONED YOUR WAYS!” He screamed, begging for mercy from Havoc.
“Quite the contrary. You were absolutely in the right to ask that question. I am just answering it not through my words-- but my actions. That will set the picture for the rest of us. So, nobody ever has to ask that question. You are an innocent man, young Jacob. You have done NOTHING wrong. This is why you set the perfect example for the world watching us right now. You will NEVER be forgotten, Jacob. You are a hero. The Ashes of the Wake will grow stronger from your contributions today. I thank you, Jacob. Thank you for everything.” Havoc let out a devilish smirk as the giant man grabs Jacob by his neck and drags him away. Jacob can be seen screaming-- begging for mercy, but none of that shall be heard. Havoc watches as the giant man manhandles Jacob and throws him into a room. He enters along with him and shuts it close. Wails of the young man can be heard. His cry for help goes unheard as the crowd listens on in silence. His struggles slowly fade away as the fate of Jacob can be understood from the deafening silence that followed after. Havoc’s terrifying gaze sends shivers down the spine of everybody sitting in front of him. They know very well to not raise questions at the Nightmare King’s ways. “My fellow brethren, we celebrate the life of Jacob tonight. For he was brave. He was a hero amongst the common folk. He was a trendsetter. And above all, he set an example for the rest of you. Innocence is subjective. To me, Zolton is an innocent man. A victim of the system. Zolton has practically been part of the company for four years, with ZERO accolades under his name. And he isn’t to be blamed for either. He is good. He is better than quite a lot of the people that have seen success in WWH. He deserves to have a run under the spotlight for all the countless hours that he has spent, honing his craft. Zolton, just like young Jacob, deserves recognition. He deserves to be acknowledged and not have a pity bone thrown at him in the form of his Hall of Heroes ring. To this day, he has been trying to justify his induction with results that he just does not have. Imagine being regarded as one of the bests to do it and not have a single accolade to your name to go along with your claims. I do feel bad for him, unlike Vincent. I do feel bad beating him down and leaving him on the verge of death. I will be a constant reminder of his failures to him and I do not believe that Zolton deserves to be put through torture of such sort. But-- he is an unfortunate soul that happens to be at the wrong place, at the wrong time. Just like Jacob, he will be martyred for our movement. If he chooses to accept me into his life-- I’ll make sure that people remember his name till the day they die. But for that, Zolton has to trust me. He has to let me take the necessary actions. He has to open his heart and let me in. I do not seek his demise-- His fate was set the moment our names were across each other on the marquee card. Zolton will be the necessary sacrifice need to set an example. Management. The Revolutionaries. They all need to see what happens to those who I do not hate. For those who I care about. For those who I respect. And then, they can theorize what I am capable of doing to the people who dare step up against me. Zolton will live forever through our words of mouth. He will live forever through the stories we share across generations to come. For he is an important part of our movement. His ashes shall be the foundation of the new world that we all seek. His death will bring the necessary attention needed for our movement to ascend to the next level!” Havoc’s voice echoed through the halls of the building as the morale of the people around start to increase. They start chiming in with their leader, as he makes proclamations of ending the world and all its problems. But first, he has to fix WWH. And for that, he needs to set things straight. He had been disrespected for far too long. Zolton was going to be the man that brings WWH together. He was THE example that Havoc sought. “That brings me to the REAL reason I called you all today. Tonight, we celebrate the career of Zolton. For it has run its course. We honor Heinreich, the man and not the wrestler. For his contributions to WWH, we praise him to be worthy of being part of the Hall of Heroes. Zolton may have been a delusional, washed-up hollow shell of a man-- But it wasn’t through faults of his own. He was led to believe that he stood a chance against me. By the people he loved-- by the people he looked up to. He was given a glimmer of hope because of my recent form, for before then, Havoc was invincible to the world. But now, I have to be the bearer of bad news. I have to shatter his world and rip him into pieces. I don’t blame him if he does end up begging for mercy. I don’t see him as any less of a man… a warrior. Zolton kept fighting despite all of his losses. The losses kept on coming, but he pushed on. Jada and Nikki may share a different opinion of him but I have learned to appreciate him for who he is. He is the guy who makes everybody else look a lot better than they are when they defeat him. He is the guy who gets the eyes on an upcoming bout, for they still hope that he’d make a comeback. Zolton is on his 387749838349th title shot and none of it ever bore any fruit for him. This one will be no different. The only thing that changes is that I will free him of this constant cycle of failure and self-improvement. Zolton will understand that he will NEVER be enough. That he will NEVER surmount the legacy that I have set in half the time that he was a part of this company. He will learn to respect. He will learn to appreciate what he had. Sunday, in Japan, I finally give him the closure that he desperately sought. His career is over. This WAS his last chance. His last hurrah. Zolton will cease to exist in the WWH context past that day. But he will be immortalized through my words and memories. I will never forget you, Zolton.” It seemed like genuine emotion was behind the sentiment. Havoc was sad. He was disappointed that he had to be the guy to end it all. He had to be the one to show Zolton the truth that he sought. Zolton will be free of all of his burdens, at Shogun. He will be free of the infinite loop that he was seemingly stuck in while trying to get something worthwhile under his brand. He would finally get the attention he deserved. The recognition that didn’t come out of pity, like the Hall of Heroes ring. Havoc genuinely believed in every word he said. He wanted to kill Zolton-- for his own sake. Mercy killing of sorts. Two birds in one stone. People would learn to fear Havoc again. And they’d learn to appreciate Zolton’s contributions to the Ashes of the Wake. The PERFECT example was to be made at Shogun. Zolton was about to be part of history. Jada steps up next to Havoc as Nikki watches on in awe of the respect and fear Havoc commanded around the room. Nobody dared say otherwise. Nobody dare question him again. “With that, my people-- I let our messiah conduct a seance for the dead career of Zolton. For the man himself was soon to join it. May his losses be a key reminder to all of our detractors. The Ashes of the Wake will always remember your name. His career has been dead for a long time-- and there is no miracle waiting to happen. Zolton couldn’t comprehend the powers that our Messiah possesses. Even though he has nothing good to say about our leader-- Havoc has shown him nothing but respect. He has shown him that he is in fact, the bigger man. The Nightmare King has everything to lose on Sunday. He will be one match down when he comes across the Man of Chaos. But the results won’t change. Zolton could have had all the odds stacked in his favor but he’d still be the betting underdog. Havoc is on another plane than the rest of the competition. He is a true leader. A true pioneer in this unoriginal world. Motivational speeches and therapy won’t get Zolton the results that he desires-- But in his death, he may find the one thing that he always sought. An identity. A purpose. Zolton’s purpose in life was to be Havoc’s perfect example. He will help the Ashes become a worldwide phenomenon. Japan derives itself upon the respect shared amongst its communities. Havoc bears the same values as the people of that country. For he was a Shogun before. Havoc will lead us into the New World. He will guide us through these dark times that have plagued our lives for far too long. THE WORLD WILL CHANGE FOR THE BETTER. THE ASHES OF THE WAKE WILL LEAD THE CHARGE. THE WWH WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP WILL REMAIN IN OUR POSSESSION. WE WILL BE VICTORIOUS! AND WE --- WE WILL NEVER WALK ALONE! Praise be to our Messiah! The Truthseeker. The Flag Bearer. The Nightmare King! Our Messiah has shown us the way. We shall now pay our dues to the ones that have fallen. Jacob. And soon to be, Zolton. Thank you for being a failure. Thank you for showing us what not to do. We have chosen the Road Not Taken. We have chosen our destiny. And it’s time that Zolton meets his maker. PRAISE BE! SAVE OUR SOULS, HAVOC! SAVE US ALL!” She exclaimed, almost breaking into tears. She takes a knee around Havoc and praises him as one would praise a God. A true demon amongst mortal men. A monster that would never be conquered. Havoc was to remain WWH World Champion. For he was INEVITABLE. The scene ends as a pentagram appears over the screen before breaking into static.
Death written in blood appeared over the screen as the recording came to end. The camera pans out to reveal a mortified police officer, finding the recording at his personal residence. He turns around to see Havoc standing behind him as we fade to black.
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