Post by havoc on Jul 22, 2009 22:00:44 GMT -5
As the camera pans over the fans we see some signs. "Death to Torture", "Rick Mad is my Dad", "What's Up Doc?", and then the camera finally finds a sign that states "Havoc please Quit!". The WCF Titantron screen lights up and highlights of the triple threat match are shown. When it finally comes to an end all that they replay are multiple camera angles of the Brainbuster. As the screen fades to black "I Want It All" hits the P.A system as a chorus of boos comes over the crowd. As Havoc makes his way to the top of the entrance ramp. His hair is still long and unkept, he is wearing a white long sleeve collared shirt with a wierd looking cross emblem on the left side. His jeans are a little worn but have no sign of tears and he is wearing shoes this time. The only thing that seems to be different is his face, he has shaved. He slowly makes his way down to the ring, not looking at any of the fans, his eyes focused on the ring. He steps between the ropes and is handed a mic.
Excuse me.
The crowd boos at him, he pushes some hair out of his face as he looks around. His eyes dart around from person to person as a sneer creeps across his face.
I SAID EXCUSE ME! An important person has something to say, which means you should shut up, sit down and open your ears.
The crowd boos him even louder this time. He takes a deep breath and decides to wait out the crowd. After a minute they start to quiet down. He raises the mic back up.
At Slam I made my return to the ring. I have to admit that I wasn't sure what to expect. When I woke up that morning I looked in the mirror and told myself that I didn't need to do this. That I didn't have anything to prove to anyone. That was a lie, I have everything to prove to one man, and that man was looking at me in the mirror. You see I have to prove to myself that I still have "it", that I still can "go" and that I am still relevant. I looked at the man in the mirror and I told him that I would prove to him that I still have it, that I can still go and that I damn sure are still relevant. And that night at Slam, I proved all of that and more as I hoisted Doc up and drove his head into the mat for the 1..2..3. As my hand was raised and I felt a little bit of me restored. I felt my just a little bit better, like I was slowly coming out of a fog and I could see a little light shining through. For the first time in a long time I felt the burden lift and I felt like I could stand on my own again.
Havoc looks around and a smile comes over his face. Not an evil or sinister smile but a very genuine almost endearing smile. He takes a moment to breath and let the smile rest on his face. He looks around and wipes the smile off his face.
Then just as I feel my life has finally returned to me I get a phone call. On the line was Seth Lerch to congratulate me on my first match and first win, and to inform me of what I was doing at Ultimate Showdown. As I hung up the phone all I could think was that it was some sort of prank being played on me. I mean here I am a singles wrestler in a tag team match, teaming with a woman who I have just beaten against a tag team of two kids who are fresh out of high school. I mean what would any wrestler think when he's been told about this match? So I did a little background check on the Breathtakers and found out that not only is this their WCF debut, but its probably their first career match as well. They trained for one year and now they think that they are ready to be wrestlers. Brandon, Chris I know your both watching and I want you to listen to what I'm saying, I really want you to listen to the advice I'm about to give you. Don't show up to Ultimate Showdown, rather do something with your lives I want you both to find a good college and enroll in it. Make a future for yourselves, because all your going to find in the wrestling world is pain. Trust me, I know all about the pain, I know about failed relationships, just ask Shannon. Kids I'm asking you not to show up not because I don't want to wrestle you, but because I don't want to hurt you, and if you show up that's what I'm going to have to do. Should you two decide to ignore my advice I'm going to have to hurt you, I'm going to have to break you, I'm going to be forced to do things to you that can not be described on National T.V. So please don't show up I don't want to have to hurt you. I don't want to look out and see your mothers and fathers crying in the front row begging me to stop. Because I won't, because if you show up I'm going to teach you a lesson your parents should have taught you a long time ago.
He looks dead into the camera. His voice is cold and calm, like he has a purpose now.
The world is cold....BUNDLE UP!
With that he drops the mic and makes his way back up the ramp. He doesn't bother to look back.
Excuse me.
The crowd boos at him, he pushes some hair out of his face as he looks around. His eyes dart around from person to person as a sneer creeps across his face.
I SAID EXCUSE ME! An important person has something to say, which means you should shut up, sit down and open your ears.
The crowd boos him even louder this time. He takes a deep breath and decides to wait out the crowd. After a minute they start to quiet down. He raises the mic back up.
At Slam I made my return to the ring. I have to admit that I wasn't sure what to expect. When I woke up that morning I looked in the mirror and told myself that I didn't need to do this. That I didn't have anything to prove to anyone. That was a lie, I have everything to prove to one man, and that man was looking at me in the mirror. You see I have to prove to myself that I still have "it", that I still can "go" and that I am still relevant. I looked at the man in the mirror and I told him that I would prove to him that I still have it, that I can still go and that I damn sure are still relevant. And that night at Slam, I proved all of that and more as I hoisted Doc up and drove his head into the mat for the 1..2..3. As my hand was raised and I felt a little bit of me restored. I felt my just a little bit better, like I was slowly coming out of a fog and I could see a little light shining through. For the first time in a long time I felt the burden lift and I felt like I could stand on my own again.
Havoc looks around and a smile comes over his face. Not an evil or sinister smile but a very genuine almost endearing smile. He takes a moment to breath and let the smile rest on his face. He looks around and wipes the smile off his face.
Then just as I feel my life has finally returned to me I get a phone call. On the line was Seth Lerch to congratulate me on my first match and first win, and to inform me of what I was doing at Ultimate Showdown. As I hung up the phone all I could think was that it was some sort of prank being played on me. I mean here I am a singles wrestler in a tag team match, teaming with a woman who I have just beaten against a tag team of two kids who are fresh out of high school. I mean what would any wrestler think when he's been told about this match? So I did a little background check on the Breathtakers and found out that not only is this their WCF debut, but its probably their first career match as well. They trained for one year and now they think that they are ready to be wrestlers. Brandon, Chris I know your both watching and I want you to listen to what I'm saying, I really want you to listen to the advice I'm about to give you. Don't show up to Ultimate Showdown, rather do something with your lives I want you both to find a good college and enroll in it. Make a future for yourselves, because all your going to find in the wrestling world is pain. Trust me, I know all about the pain, I know about failed relationships, just ask Shannon. Kids I'm asking you not to show up not because I don't want to wrestle you, but because I don't want to hurt you, and if you show up that's what I'm going to have to do. Should you two decide to ignore my advice I'm going to have to hurt you, I'm going to have to break you, I'm going to be forced to do things to you that can not be described on National T.V. So please don't show up I don't want to have to hurt you. I don't want to look out and see your mothers and fathers crying in the front row begging me to stop. Because I won't, because if you show up I'm going to teach you a lesson your parents should have taught you a long time ago.
He looks dead into the camera. His voice is cold and calm, like he has a purpose now.
The world is cold....BUNDLE UP!
With that he drops the mic and makes his way back up the ramp. He doesn't bother to look back.
