Post by Fenrir Ragnarsson on May 8, 2020 10:37:38 GMT -8
Eyðilegging, er það ekki fyndið að þú heldur að þú farir úr búrinu EKKI bara með það heimsmeistarakeppnisbeltið sem hangir um mitti heldur Championship beltið sem er í kringum mitti Úlfs Óðins? Ef Úlfur Óðinn var raunverulega þessi tegund af manni myndi hann skammast þín á DreamState með því að taka bara það dýrmæta belti af þér en Fenrir lætur þig hafa augnablik þitt í sviðsljósinu áður en hann sleppir holdi þínu á börunum og ef sérstakur gestadómari vill taka þátt, Fenrir mun líka vera með hann.
It was just before dawn, the figure stood tall, and his imposing silhouette dominated where he was. Standing on a rock in the snow, he held his hands towards the heavens and let out a savage howl towards his enemies. Lightning; rolling thunder. Thor had answered his call. Fenrir felt the primordial power flow through him. His body burned with the longing for the combat he was going to get with the WWH World Heavyweight Champion, Havoc. His spirit howled for blood he was going to release from the Champion when he rends his flesh on the steel cage. Tremble, enemies of Fenrir Ragnarsson! By his fists and fury, through the power of the Gods that gave him life, he challenged all of them and promised violence! And if from now, if his fate was to fall, so be it. He already had a place in Valhalla, at the table of the Immortal warriors, because he was a berserker! The lightning sword, the vengeful axe, the bringer of Odin’s carnage!
Fenrir Ragnarsson, the Icelandic monster stood with an intent look on his eyes. A black bandana was tied around his head. A silver Thor’s hammer dangled on a leather cord around his neck. His hair hung raggedly down from the bandana whilst his beard was overgrown. His tattooed arms are apparent as he held them above his head. He was an engine of almost incomprehensible slaughter, capable of destroying hundreds of opponents. Single-handedly he was literally, a one-man army. His arms are bigger than most men’s thighs.
Iceland, the land of fire and ice is famous for other things other than volcanos and Bjork. And Fenrir was going to show the world why this Icelandic monster was going to be the biggest talent from Iceland to come to the wrestling promotion representing Dystopia. This cage match was going to be the biggest match in his career and he wouldn’t let some charlatan get in his way to get the treasure that he has craved since his debut. Some are saying that he is the most dominant force within the ranks of the company at this present time but that belt has always been in his sights.
When he had arrived at Dystopia he had brought destruction with him; Journeymen that had been around this industry for a while had been laid to waste in their own blood. He had come into the match with the Dystopia World Heavyweight Champion totally undefeated and had utterly destroyed the mere mortal, nay sheep who laid claim to that Championship belt in the process.
Being the top champion in this promotion currently came with great responsibilities and the new paper champion now had a target on his back which is what had attracted Fenrir to him much like a moth to a flame especially after he’d won the War of Attrition match. Fenrir had shown the world when he utterly destroyed the whole of WWH’s roster and then embarrassed them even more because he would be putting his own strap on the line at the same time.
Stood to his left was his very own voice for those that do not understand the Icelandic dialect. She stood just over five foot tall and seemed like a dwarf next to Fenrir even though she wasn’t. Her long blonde hair hung down her back complete with braids within it. It was Hild Olafsdottir. She could trace her lineage all the way back to the Shield Maiden Brynhildr herself and was not to be messed with in her own rights. She wore a long fur coat and had designer sunglasses on.
She looked from Fenrir to the odd one out in the trio. A man stood with a cam-corder and looked directly at Fenrir with a look of trepidation on his face.
“Before we start this Fenrir,” Hild said as she looked at him. “We need to make sure your brand is what takes Dystopia to the next level. It will be you that does that for the company not people like Noah Hanson or Havoc when he was here who seem to have both saturated their brands excessively especially now they have my charge in their sights. That is why I negotiated your contract as it is. We don’t want you to give away too much. People will know when you come out its going to mean something Fenrir. Also that is why we limited your vocalisation. People that flap their gums all the time don’t last in this industry.”
“Okay, shall we begin?” Hild said.
She composed herself before she turned to the camera.
“Gather around my battle kin, and hear how we came to such a fate,” Hild started. “For what seemed like millennia, the Norn had warned the Gods of an end time that would come to them all. Despite all the conflict that was happening amongst the realms it was only Fenrir Ragnarsson that listened to the Wise Women. Although the spoke in riddle and prose, the Norn went out of their way to warn all divine beings of what was to come, when all existence would end in ruin.”
Her arms were very animated as she continued.
“When Fenrir finally solved the riddle that the Wise Women had spoken of, he knew that he had to get together with the members that finally became the faction known by the moniker Ragnarok and try to save all of those that followed the old ways,” she continued. “But our story doesn’t start there does it? No, imagine a world; A world from the past where my kin were dominant in this world. Got it? Let me begin. The great white sail cracked as the vicious Atlantic wind lashed against it, but still the ship sailed on. Long and sleek, the warship, crafted from mighty oak, crashed through the waves, sending a sharp spray of water across the deck. The men inside rowed as one, their mighty muscles straining as they plunged the oars deep into the water and drove the ship forward through the turbulent waves. Their strength alone brought the ship to land and they poured out onto the beach. Dressed in thick woollen tunics and leather armour, the warriors were armed with an array of weapons. With a booming voice one man yelled to the others, thrusting his battle axe into the air, and the rest bellowed in response. Then onward he ran, as the united force thundered uphill against the billowing wind; their destination?”
She stopped and turned to Fenrir.
“A coastal monastery bursting full of gold, gems and a hefty amount of food supplies ripe for the taking, and only a collection of quiet, unassuming monks to protect it,” she said. “This image of monstrous invaders laying siege to innocent monasteries and pillaging them of their precious items is the first one that leaps to mind when many are confronted with the word Viking. Do you think that because that was a different time that my charge will be any different to you Havoc?”
Hild put her hand up to her ear.
“Listen, do you hear that sound?” she asked. “That is the sound of lamentation; for there was a man, a man who heard the whisper of rain and wind, a man who saw the tears of the sun and the grief of the stars; Havoc, Nightmare King, Harbinger of Reality? Now that is quite a few monikers Christopher but you dressing yourself up with a bit of makeup doesn’t detract from who you are does it? You really think people are buying into your new persona Christopher? Do you think that those sad deluded excuses for wrestling fans would buy into that? When you won that belt did that make you think above your station? You are nothing like the men that came before you Christopher. Noah Hanson and Nicholas Sanderson were both fighting champions and they have both got a storied history with the Wolf of Odin.”
She smiled slightly as the other members of Ragnarok joined them.
“Most people are constantly talking about what they have done in the past,” Hild said. “They are constantly living in the past but I must tell you what is coming for Dystopia and they are powerless to prevent what is going to happen. Thoughts come and go in this head of mine. I am ranting one moment but then in a blink of an eye I would be coolly calculating what to do next to get the goals of Fenrir Ragnarsson filled. People think they know the real the Wolf of Odin but they only see the persona that he portrays in front of the cameras for the wrestling fans. What they don’t realise is that we just portray characters of sorts. Some of those in the locker room living behind their hideously bloated sense of importance don’t even know what repulsive thoughts go through this mind of mine trying to make my charge relevant in this world of blandness.”
Hild stood up proud as she knew of her charges prowess so she was proud to be with him and the rest of Ragnarok.
“Some have listened to the rumours of this Icelandic warrior’s over-exaggerated reputation,” Hild said. “What they don’t know about Fenrir’s obviously rebellious and violent history can’t hurt them; well unless they come to the locker room of Ragnarok and then all bets are off. But back to the thoughts in this head of mine; Havoc is just a mere obstacle to get around and Fenrir is just the man to do it. The Wolf of Odin is going to destroy this world heavyweight champion with ease and they will have to live with the consequences.”
Hild caressed the WWH Affliction Championship belt of Fenrir’s as she looked at the horizon.
“As I told you all it began with the winter,” Hild muttered. “You saw it outside didn’t you? It was not been a normal winter. The winter began and it continues, seeming as if it is winter following winter. People will be hungry and they will turn on each other.”
Fenrir just dead stares the man holding the cam-corder.
“Then Fenrir the wolf will walk amongst you, flaming destruction follows in his wake,” she continued. “There will be flooding too, as the seas rise and surge onto the land. Jormungundr, the Midgard serpent, huge and dangerous, will writhe in its fury, closer and closer to the land. The venom from its fangs will spill into the water, poisoning all the sea life. It will spatter its black poison into the air in a fine spray, killing all the seabirds that breathe it.”
Hild walked around as the camera man tried to keep her face in focus.
“There will be no more life in the oceans, where the Midgard serpent writhes,” Hild said. “The rotted corpses of fish and of whales, of seals and sea monsters, will wash in the waves.”
She crouched down and picked up a pile of dirt and looked around as it fell between her fingers.
“All who see the brothers Fenrir and the Midgard serpent, the children of Loki, will know death,” she looked directly into the camera. “That is the beginning of the end. Ragnarok is here.”
Fenrir nodded as Hild talked about the end.
“The last show through up a few curve balls for my charge,” Hild said. “The Wolf of Odin had prepared himself for all of the shenanigans that the transitional champion could throw out there but my charge came through all of that and will now face him with both of their belts on the line.”
Hild smirked as she looked around herself at her charge. He was looking at some of the trees nearby. He ran his fingers through his beard. A grin spread within his beard, growing broader as Hild spoke.
“I see that in your non-committal way you have managed to scrape into the main event because of my charge as he could have chosen the other champion what would have happened to Havoc? That’s not really the Wolf of Odin’s problem,” she muttered. “This could have left Havoc, left you with a dilemma. What would you do at DreamState to make that impact that you have always wanted to bring to the big show? Would he come out in the main event costing Fenrir the championship belt giving you the acceptance that you think you deserve since you won that World Championship belt? We all know you are just as fake as that makeup you wear.”
Hild looked down at the ground for a long, long time before she raised her head.
“It has been hard for you Havoc,” she said. “You have lived under others shadows for so long that you were shocked with yourself that you made it this far without anyone to keep you centred. You think that because you resemble a Jotun that Fenrir will be more wary of facing a monster like you? Does Fenrir look wary? He would lock you easily in the Blood Eagle and continue on as both the WWH Affliction Champion and the WWH World Heavyweight Champion but you decided that something else was better than Fenrir getting hold of you.”
Fenrir caressed his big bushy beard as she continued.
“So what is next?” Hild asked. “What have WWH got planned for the Wolf of Odin at their DreamState pay per view? Well they don’t really think that Fenrir will leave the cage with both belts as they can control a weak minded fool like you my little sheep.”
“You see Fenrir has seen his future, he will fall in battle,” Hild smiled. ”For any warrior, death in battle is the ideal; it offer the chance to go to Valhalla, the Hall of the Fallen which is in Asgard; Valhalla, with its 540 doors that allows eight hundred men to leave at once, and its roof of golden shields. That is where Fenrir will go.”
Hild caressed the side of Fenrir’s face.
“Valkyries bring Odin the souls of those who die bravely in battle,” she nodded. “Here Odin feeds the fallen warriors and gives them mead, so that they can fight for him at Ragnarok, the battle at the end of the world. The Gods are crueller than fang and claw and starvation put together.”
Fenrir held out his arms in some kind of ritual of sorts.
“No one will stand in his way of becoming the greatest champion of all time in this wrestling promotion,” Hild said. “It was a travesty when the Wolf of Odin was purposely left out of the match that Noah Hanson lost his World Championship in. It was pure jealousy by the front office. Now this failure of a championship has come back to bite them on the ass.”
She shook her head and looked around them.
“How can the wrestling community take WWH serious,” she said. “First they had you versus Noah Hanson for the belt that was so precious for him? Now the Wolf of Odin has to take the belt off of the sheep that he lost it to……..”
She pointed at Fenrir.
“This is the real main event player,” she said. “Not the current World Heavyweight Champion in DreamState’s main event. Come on, Havoc’s got as much charisma as a crushed can. Which reminds me of the other this time in another company……..”
A slight smile caressed Hild’s face as she continued her rant of sorts.
“Fenrir Ragnarsson versus Havoc?” she stated in question form. “The Wolf of Odin puts his championship belt on the line in the chance that he comes off with the WWH World Heavyweight Championship belt that Havoc has. That cage cannot stop Fenrir rending your flesh against the metal. He will relish in the violence. The paint on his face will be running red once this is all over and done with and the Wolf of Odin will leave the cage with both of the belts. And there is nothing ANYONE can do about it.”
Fenrir caressed the Championship belt that he held.
“Fenrir knows that the night is dark and full of terrors but it’s not who is underneath, but what he does that defines him. Oh come on, shocks are so much better absorbed with the knees bent. Which reminds me, is that how Havoc got the push that he did? It can’t be from his talent in the ring or on the microphone so he must do something else to prove that he shouldn’t be future endeavoured.”
She smiled ever so fast before it disappeared off of her face.
“Fenrir not only beat him twice but embarrass the kid,” she said. “But he is the past and that the Wolf of Odin is the future of this company. I cannot stress how aware of the referee that will want to be shown as neutral but Vincent we are watching you. The Wolf of Odin is a majorly step up from Noah for Havoc but the Wolf of Odin will not take this whole experience lightly.”
The other two members of Ragnarok flexed as they listened to the voice of Ragnarok as she told the world of the sagas of the group.
“Nicholas Sanderson could not face it that the Wolf of Odin had his number so left,” she said. “He was gunning for the then World Heavyweight Champion and threw his championship belt away at the first possible time and ran away home. Then Noah knew that the Wolf of Odin was after him and kept his claws on his precious belt until he threw it away to the first person that he could find. How does it feel to be this purely transitional champion holding onto the property that should be around the Wolf of Odin’s waist? Do you feel embarrassed at being a fraud to those fans that watch from ringside or those sitting on their couches week after week having your mediocracy shoved down their throats? Come on Havoc, it can’t hurt your case to admit your failures.”
Hild continued to move around whilst she talked to no one in particular.
“Fenrir springs from the same bloodline of those that brought our country into greatness, people that had the whole of England hiding their family, they sacked Paris,” Hild continued. “He will not rest. He cannot rest. He will go through ever member of this locker room of stooges for that is what their locker room did to us. It is full of stooges. Do you think that they can stand up to the might of the Wolf of Odin? Noah Hanson still probably thinks of himself like some unstoppable wrestler, rampaging through this promotion like some kind of genetic anomaly that was until he came across me, but losing it to Havoc would be embarrassing if he was in the right state of mind. Oh wait, their can’t be another time as he cowardly lost the belt so the Wolf of Odin’s couldn’t get his property from him; How nice of you to do that but poor Noah hasn’t been the same since he lost it.”
Fenrir nodded and was about to say something before he looked at the look Hild stopped him with.
“We talk about a lot of not only Icelandic prophecy but all of the other Scandinavian lands,” she said. “You think it is alien in this world of your limited God. You see at the centre of the world stands the great ash Yggdrasil, the greatest and best of all trees, and below the roots of this tree dwell the three maidens – the Norns – who work always, busy at their looms, spinning and shaping the lives of every man and every woman, weaving what must be from chaos and infinite possibility. Even the gods in Asgard are only threads in the handiwork of the Norns, and even they, like mortal men and the giants, may not glimpse the threads of their lives or know the judgement of those nimble, tireless fingers. The length of each thread is known only to these three maidens, there below the foundations of the World Ash. And so it was with my charge Fenrir Ragnarsson.”
She put her hand on Fenrir’s shoulder. She had to stretch as he towered above her.
“Behind every peace, there's a river of blood, sweat and tears,” Hild muttered. “But if we avert our eyes from that history and abandon it, then peace might as well be a piece of Dog Crap..........But I shouldn't be going on about this here. They have their resources. We must concentrate on the Wolf of Odin being the next champion. He is a shining star for the Aesir. A young boy that grew into being a real Viking berserker and showing not only the United States of America but the entire world that Iceland cannot only supply it with one of the greatest fighters but that he will dominate the world at its own game; Talking about the others from Ragnarok. Ulfar and Bjorn here will be at our sides from now on so we do not get attacked by pretenders to the throne that the Winter King sits on. Fenrir is here and the End of Times follows!!!!!”
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The warning message is immediately followed by static on the screen as if it were recorded by an old camcorder. The static slowly clears up to reveal the insides of a large abandoned church, with no identifiable features that would give away the whereabouts of the location. The camera slowly pans around to reveal the large group of people; men, women, and children of all ages gathered around, either donning the face paint themselves or holding out cutout masks of Havoc’s face. As the camera moves forward, the conditions of these people differ from cluster to cluster. Some people holding old rags for comfort while others wearing the bottom of the barrel apparel they could find. As the camera gets closer and closer to the stage, the people get wilder and wilder. From brandishing their weapons to even a mosh-pit of sorts with people attacking each other for fun, clearing showing their current mental state. With that, we reach the podium carefully placed in the middle of the stage as the sun shines down through the fluorescent colored glass panels with murals painted over it, that had been vandalized to depict Havoc, Jada Blaire, Siren and Sierra Rot as the riders of the Four Horses of Apocalypse.
With that, rustic door by the side of the stage bursts open as Siren, almost terrifyingly mesmerizing by her appearance and attitude.
“SHIZUKA NI! BAKA!!” She screams out, catching one of the vagrants running around the church by his neck. She effortlessly lifts him off the ground and continues to squeeze the life out of the defaulter, before throwing him to the side. The man struggles to breathe, convulsing on the floor as a faint smile appears over the face of Siren. Behind her stands Sierra Rot. Wearing an all-black leather suit along with a mask that would put fear to the mind of Death himself. The mastermind behind the Havoc alliance, Sierra found reason and purpose behind Havoc’s words as chose to be part of the revolution that would change the world.
“I would listen to her if I were you. In a moment’s time, Havoc and Jada Blaire will join us and address all of the rumors surrounding our movement and his duties at DreamState. You heard that right! We do appreciate your support-- But remember one thing! ALL OF US are nothing but pawns to the movement itself. So, if we find ANYBODY slacking off or not abiding by the rules of the brotherhood… Their existence shall be forgotten until the end of time. Have I made that clear?” To absolute silence from the crowd. “I guess, we have to set an example.” She said looking over to Siren and nodding for acknowledgment. Siren grabs a barbed wire baseball bat placed by the podium and strikes the vagrant lying on the ground with it. She continues to strike the body of the vagrant until it goes limp, to the shock and horror of everybody assembled around. Blood splatters all around her outfit and hands before she finally lets go of the bat.
“I hope we have an understanding. It is an absolute pleasure to meet each and every one of you. TOGETHER-- We shall rid this world of all its problems. Ah good! Just in time!” Sierra turns over to the door as Havoc and Jada Blaire step out of the shadows. Havoc has the WWH World Championship draped over his shoulder as he slowly walks towards the podium with Jada arm in arm. Havoc smirks at Sierra before turning his attention to Siren, who has blood all over her. Havoc runs his hand across her face and wipes the blood away before nodding at her as she looks at him, with pride in her eyes. Jada steps up to the Podium.
“First of all, I APPRECIATE all of you for taking in Sierra and Siren as a part of our family! The moment I saw them, I knew that they were destined for greatness. Just look at the passion in the eyes of Siren. The beauty… The lust for blood that she holds for anybody that has ever wronged her. It is absolutely mesmerizing. And Sierra? When I heard about what happened to her, I will not lie, I did shed a tear. It is truly heartbreaking to see that such a wonderful girl will be forced to walk down a path full of torture and pain BECAUSE OF THE SOCIETY THAT FORCES THE VICTIMS TO SEW THEIR MOUTH SHUT! AFRAID THAT THEY WILL BE JUDGED FOR SOMETHING BEYOND THEIR CONTROL! AFRAID THAT THEY WILL BE TREATED DIFFERENT!! They start hating their own body, doubting themselves for everything they have ever done. Crystal DID NOT deserve to be treated like this-- But from those painful memories and constant suffering, Sierra Rot was born again!!! THAT day Sierra promised to the world that she will make her oppressors pay the price for all of their sins, in BLOOD! Siren and Sierra Rot are just like us. Nobody would have cared if they disappeared off the face of this planet, BUT NOW THEY DO!! WE DO! And for all the suffering that they went through, we will have our revenge. FEAR. DEATH. These are the only TWO languages the common people seem to understand. The time for LISTENING is over. Now, we take action! Before we do, there is one pit stop that we have to make on this journey. WWH DreamState. Havoc faces an opponent that he is far too familiar with. Heck, Havoc is the man who put this person on the map. And now, just like everything else the system churns out, this man wants to bite the head that feeds him. We all know what Havoc has accomplished over a MULTITUDE of companies. He has captured championships everywhere! ALL THE EYES ARE ON US! Now is the time that WE make a statement. And with every moment, our revolution will only get stronger and stronger!! WE WILL NOT BE PUSHED BACK! WE WILL NOT FALL DOWN! THIS IS OUR WORLD! ARE WE READY?!!!” The room affirmatively screams to reply in a unison. “All you have to do is--” Jada is interrupted by Havoc, who was busy smoking a cigarette so far. He walks up to the podium and points a finger at Jada to stun her into silence. She makes way for Havoc on to the podium while watching him in admiration.
“Not yet, Jada. They need to know the truth. Only then can they take the oath… I’ll do the talking from now.” He said as Jada obediently steps behind, standing hand in hand with Sierra and Siren.
“I see some familiar faces in the crowd. People who have supported us since Day One. And some not-so-familiar faces, which fills me with pride that our movement was able to touch you the same way it did for all of us. You know, throughout my existence, people have judged me. They didn’t understand who I was or WHAT I was. I brought these people down to their knees and BEG for mercy… Yet people continued to discredit my achievements because of paint on my face. Because they felt that I was the SAME GUY AS CHRISTOPHER SABERTOOTH! Boy, I have heard that far too many times. They compared the two of us like we were one! When all we shared was this body. This vessel. Our ideologies. Our methods. ALL DIFFERENT! Sabertooth was a mere spoke of the wheel and the system was the engine. He was part of the problem that we fight against. A capitalist. A SELLOUT! He did not care who he stepped over in his path to fame and riches… Something that I despise. All of them walking down a path of infamy and destruction. This road is heavily trodden, being walked by dozens of people every day and trampling the dirt into the ground. BUT I-- I TOOK THE ROAD NOT TAKEN! I gave people like us A FACE to get behind. I became the VOICE for all of you! Why?! Because I had felt what pain and suffering does to that person-- And I didn’t want ANYBODY in our shoes to ever feel like they had no choice. That they are forced to bend over backwards to please the society and its rules set out for people like us. Do you even understand what I had to free you all from the shackles that publically bound you to the society?! I HAD TO GIVE UP EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING IN EXCHANGE FOR A CHANCE! A chance at life! A chance at happiness! DON’T WE DESERVE THAT?! DON’T WE DESERVE TO HAVE A FAMILY?! DON’T WE DESERVE TO HAVE FOOD ON OUR PLATE WITHOUT HAVING TO WORRY ABOUT SELLING YOUR FUCKING SOUL FOR IT?! HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT NOT HAVING A ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD?! This is what society did for us! This is how they treated us! And when we retaliate, they label us as TERRORISTS! They label us as a menace to society! You know why?! Because these people are SO FAR up their ass that they just cannot see the truth anymore! Do you know who is one such offender? I’ll give you a hint… WWH Affliction Champion. Does that ring a bell?” Havoc questioned the crowd, sarcastically. He takes a puff out of his cigarette before continuing.
“Just look at this cigarette in my hand. Who do you think funds these Big Tobacco companies? Big Pharma of course! They exploit our vices and then they sell us the remedy for a heft cost. That’s what this society is built upon. Farce! Just like EVERYTHING, Fenrir Ragnarsson has to say. He proclaims to be this higher entity from Nordic mythology and that he posses power beyond comprehension… Yet he fails to see the truth! What kind of a fucking mythological jerkoff is he? Cause that’s the kind of people he surrounds himself with. People who only want to please him by telling him things that are just not true! ‘Oh Fenrir, don’t worry about the past!’ BULLSHIT! You know why the past matters? Cause that is what gives us a motive in life. If you have nothing to chase, nothing to change… What are you even doing in life? Am I supposed to assume that EVERYTHING Fenrir did is to be left in the past because he is a changed man!! After all, he won the War Of Attrition Rumble!! Let me you what I did! Not only did I defend my title against that useless hack, Zolton. I BECAME THE FIRST WWH WORLD CHAMPION IN HISTORY to compete in the War of Attrition. I had no reason too! Heck, Noah Hanson would take a break if somebody sneezed on him. But here I was, standing in the ring with nothing left to prove-- yet I was the talking point of that entire night. NOT YOU! And that must have bothered you, didn’t it Fenrir? After all, you beat Christopher Sabertooth for the title you hold! BUT HEY! You don’t care about the past, do you? All the times that Fenrir FAILED to beat Noah Hanson for this very title I hold… And I did it with the FIRST opportunity I got. BUT HEY! Forget the past! Fenrir is so much better now! Or what about the unfortunate time that we teamed up with each other and you got your ass beat by Sweet Roxy? I am sure that slipped your mind.” He said, mocking the words of Fenrir and his cohorts.
“And of course, let’s not get into the details of the match you had with Sabertooth at Mankind Divided. Because you KNOW that Noah Hanson was the reason you walked out with that belt. Otherwise, I would be holding on to both of those belts right now. Which is why our match at DreamState is really special to me. While you’re afraid to live in the past and talk about your failures, I am not! Think about it for a second… WHAT A FUCKING ENTITLED ASSHOLE! TELL US THAT WE FORGET ABOUT OUR PAST! TELL US TO FORGET ABOUT THE PAIN AND SUFFERING! HECK, WHY DON’T YOU TELL PEOPLE TO FORGET ABOUT SLAVERY?! WHY DON’T YOU TELL PEOPLE TO FORGET ABOUT WARS THAT CHANGED THE VERY FABRIC OF THIS WORLD! YOU ARE SO FUCKING DELUSIONAL THAT IT HURTS MY HEAD!! Our past is what makes us! Our past is what drives us to be better! Without it, we are just mindless robots created in this factory to follow the society’s set of programming, until we can’t anymore! So who the fuck is he to tell us what we should or should not be talking about?! His fascination with those garbled ass words from the Nordic history, that probably gives you a hate boner because nobody in the fucking world could say it right, is hilarious! It’s almost tragic in fact! While my rants have been compared to his, I do not live in a world of fantasy that he clearly seems to be a part of. If believing in a changing world is a fantasy, then do not wake me up! It’s funny to selectively talk about your past while my history is an open book for the world to see. What I did to Noah at Final Destination was out of hatred. It was an act of revenge for what he did to me all those years ago! And he hasn’t been the same man ever since. Sabertooth may be long gone from this body-- But that fateful night at Mankind Divided, Havoc was brought back to life! So far that, I STILL haven’t thanked you, Fenrir! The title that you hold right now was a gift! A gift that has run its course. And I would LOVE to have MY title back. This time, I won’t kill you out of revenge. No! It’s out of gratefulness!”He snickered, with a devious smile plastered over his face. He takes one last puff off his cigarette before flicking it away at the body laid around the stage.
“I ALWAYS pay my debt. And Fenrir, I owe you one! So for one last time, the spotlight will shine bright on you for the world to see. And with all the pressure in the world, you will have a choice to make. Either you accept your defeat heading in, knowing that you’re no match for me. I might spare you if that is the case! I don’t really give this offer to a lot of people. Choose against that… And your demise will be as painful as it can be. You remember the hammer you hit Sabertooth with? Well, let’s just reciprocate that to the utmost degree. I will crush your cranium under my feet till I see your brain spilling out of your head. I will pull your guts out like a silly string and play jump rope with it. HE’S JUST LIKE THE REST OF THEM! HE REALLY THINKS I AM SABERTOOTH DOESN’T HE?!” He exclaims, breaking into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. People around the church begin to laugh with Havoc. Havoc suddenly stops and looks around with a demonic look in his eyes.
“QUIET!” Havoc screamed as the group shuddered in fear, holding on to their silence with everything they’ve got. Havoc chuckles to himself before he continues.
“I was joking! Look at all your faces! FEAR! That felt nice… This is something that you’ll have to learn. For we shall command fear over the deluded and bring them back to reality. That’s what Fenrir will feel at DreamState. In a cage. How apropos! All my life, I’ve felt like an animal trapped in a cage. Now I get to relive my fantasies in reality! Fenrir, you will get to experience what my people go through on a day to day basis. Trapped from the world outside! With no sense of freedom… It’s not a great feeling! And now you get to step into our shoes and realize that when you have nowhere to go-- you are forced to confront your fears. And your fear consumes you EVERY SINGLE TIME. Fenrir, if you are the symbol of the apocalypse, I am the last beacon of hope. Ragnarok? It is not a signal of the end to come as Aesir and the powers of Hel collide. It is a symbol of a change to come. For destruction is always followed by creation. WE are looking to create a new world were NOBODY cares about your caste, your sexual orientation, the color of your skin. EVERYBODY IS TRULY EQUAL! That’s the world I want to live in. So how does your self-centered motives even compare to that of mine!? THAT IS WHY YOU WILL NEVER BEAT ME! BECAUSE I HAVE TO CARRY THE WEIGHT OF EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEIR CONSCIENCE! JADA! SIREN! SIERRA! EVERYBODY! And the countless other helpless people around the world that desperately seek a change. They will find an answer at DreamState!” He proclaimed as people begin to mutter around the room.
“And I haven’t forgotten about you, Vincent! After everything you sand Sabertooth went through-- by that I mean after all the losses that you took against him, you still kept moving forward. Didn’t Sabertooth warn you about your so-called friends? Where are they now?! Simon turned on ya. Bill Anderson just vanished out of existence. The Pride was no more! If you had listened to him and taken his advice, maybe the two of us would have been together as one! For all I care, Vincent, I don’t have a problem with you. But I can’t tell if you feel the same way. I am sure you hold a grudge against Sabertooth for having beaten you SO SO many times. But you can’t change that! Vincent, you have to learn from it and realize that it is in your best interest that you and I team-up. For you are still the prodigal son that this company was promised. The Vincent Lyons Jr. that would have taken over the world! Sabertooth joined this company after you and left you to dust. But that doesn’t mean, I can’t pick you up again and offer you a hand. I am not asking you to help me. Heck, if Fenrir by some miracle does get a pin on me, count it to your heart’s content! But hear me out for once! Vincent, you have been wronged by this society too! Your father pushed you to be somebody special, only so he could live his dreams through your eyes. He wanted you to be the very best-- and somewhere in that, he forgot to be a father. Your friends? They left you to rot in the sewers! Is that what you wanted The Pride to signify? Cause all I see is jealousy. They looked down on you and they took that opportunity to kick you while they were at it. So, AFTER the match at DreamState, I want you to join our movement. I want you to know that I have forgiven you for all your sins. I have forgiven you for your incompetence. Now, let us stand as one. Let us show EVERYBODY in WWH what we are truly made of. I know you’re facing Chris Matthews at DreamState and he is going to be one heck of a challenge. But despite the result of that, I am willing to accept you for who you are. Vincent Lyons Jr. I invite you to be a part of history in the making. For now, our movement has a NAME!!” He exclaimed as the crowd gasped in awe. Jada and Sierra smirk in approval as Siren looks as menacing as ever.
“The fire that burns within us will light up the world for the future to come! And withing this fire, we shall burn all our enemies and leave them in the dust! From these ASHES will our foundation be built! TOGETHER WE ARE THE ASHES OF THE WAKE!!! THE TIME FOR ACTION HAS COME!! RAISE YOUR WEAPONS! RAISE YOUR HAND AND REACH OUT!!! BECAUSE THE WORLD WE WISH FOR IS WITHIN OUR GRASP! WE JUST NEED TO PUSH FORWARD! AND WITH EVERY STEP WE TAKE!!! THE ASHES OF THE WAKE WILL SPREAD ITS MESSAGE FOR GENERATIONS TO COME! THIS IS OUR FIGHT! THIS IS WHERE WE DIE! BUT WE DIE AS LEGENDS! WE WILL BE REVERED AS A MESSIAH!! WE ARE THE SAVIOR THIS WORLD NEEDS!! WHO’S WITH ME?!” Havoc exclaimed as a resounding yes echoed throughout the abandoned church. “I said, WHO’S WITH ME?!” He continued as the roar only got louder. A devious smirk appears over the face of Havoc as Jada walks up to him and whispers something in his ear.
“Now, it’s time that we make a statement. But before we do that, I need to know that I have your undying loyalty to our cause! If anybody here feels uncomfortable for what fate holds for us, they may remain standing while the others could take a seat.” He said, trying to not sound suspicious. A couple of men are seen remaining standing as Havoc nods as an acknowledgment.
“I commend all of you for your bravery and honesty. This world could definitely use more people like yourself. I thank you for EVERYTHING you have sacrificed for our cause and I respect your decision….. Unfortunately, our journey together ends here. For you will not be part of the statement. YOU ARE THE STATEMENT!!” He exclaimed as the people seated around them jump on the men left standing like a pack of hyenas. They stab, bite, and gnarl them as the mob around them grows larger and larger until the bodies can no longer be seen. The camera pans around to Havoc who seems to be reveling at the chaos in front of him, along with Jada, Sierra, and Siren. He grabs the camera and frantically pulls it closer to himself.
“For everybody watching this message, the Ashes of the Wake await your support. All you have to do is take my hand and I promise you…. YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE!!” He exclaims before breaking into maniacal laughter as the camera slowly zooms out to the sight of Havoc orchestrating the power he possesses, for the world to see. The screen fades to black.
“We killed a lot of innocent civilians
To us, every civilian in Baghdad was a terrorist
They said 'they are now in civilian clothes' that makes everybody free game
But if they came in our perimeter, we lit 'em up
And when we would pull the body out, and when we would search the car, we would find nothing
This took place time and time again
No harm, no foul. That's okay, don't worry about it
Because this is a new type of war, this is an eradication"