A Series Of Broken Dreams
“You’ve Got a Friend in Me” by Randy Newman blasts in the background as the scene begins in what appears to be a Utopian future, with people all happy-go-lucky, walking around like bundles of joy. Something straight out of the Truman Show, for how unrealistic and seemingly impossible it seemed to see the world be as charming and happy as it was. Bright sunlight, clear skies. Rainbows galore. And amongst the people walking along the street, we see two unusual faces stick out more than they ever would have in such a setting. A man who resembled Ozymandias in his frame and body language, donning the mask that he is identified with, along with Havoc dressed in all casual but with contrasting demonic face paint on a walk around like a couple of friends.
“You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
When the road looks rough ahead
And you're miles and miles
From your nice warm bed
You just remember what your old pal said”
What appears to be a montage of clips between the pair as they run around the town, hopping around eccentrically, through a park. Even trying on the swing set with Havoc pushing Ozy on a swing, he’s clearly too large to ride on.
“If you've got troubles, I've got 'em too
There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you
We stick together and can see it through
'Cause you've got a friend in me”
They are now seen watching movies at the cinema with Ozy clearly annoyed by his inability to eat popcorn because of his mask, out of a tub that both of them shared. Unbeknownst to Havoc, who enjoys the movie and snuggles up on the recliner seat while enjoying the show.
“Some other folks might be
A little bit smarter than I am
Bigger and stronger too, maybe
But none of them will ever love you”
Now standing by an ice cream truck as they enjoy ice cream together. Well, at least Havoc does.
“The way I do, it's me and you, boy
And as the years go by
Our friendship will never die
You're gonna see it's our destiny”
The scene ends as Ozy and Havoc walk up a mountain trail to watch the sunset as the camera pans down to the two ‘friends’ arm in arm, appreciating the beauty of the world they live in.
“Cause you got a friend in meeeeee”
A future where Ozymandias isn’t a bitch and at Havoc’s throat? Maybe they could be friends. Maybe they could even be partners. After all, they do have some things in common. But will Ozy quit being a moronic presence at Wrestleworld, dulling people with his Graeco-Roman jargon that he spews at every occasion? Is this even a socio-commentary anymore? Fuck it.
-x-x-
“I’ll be there for you” by The Rembrandts echoes in the background as Ozy obviously being the Joey of the friend group, the big dummy that he is, sitting on the sofa in front of a fountain on a starry night. This is followed by Maverick, Jada Blaire, Hana Nakajima, Meredith Agnar and Havoc joining the sofa (All rights to the characters are reserved to the owner themself. They are only but a mere impersonation of the original character. Do not sue us. Thanks *Terms and Conditions apply* )
“So no one told you life was gonna be this way”
*CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAP*
“Your job's a joke, you're broke
Your love life's D.O.A”
All the characters dance around the fountain with their perceived partners as their respective name tags appear over the screen. They emulate the dance from the popular sitcom “F.R.I.E.N.D.S”. Clapping and dancing innocently to the tunes of the song, without a care in the world. Splashing each other with the water from the fountain as they play around the sofa.
“I’ll be there for you….”
Havoc climbs up on Ozy’s back as part of one of the scenes. You really couldn’t tell that these two had any intentions of murdering each other. Also, because it wasn’t real. The scene ends with the group sitting by the sofa as “F.R.I.E.N.D.S” appears over the screen to complete the title sequence. Signifying a future where all of them could be friends! Or not.
-x-x-
The scene begins in an auditorium as visibly aged Havoc and 'Ozymandias' (Tired of the clarification that isn't really him? Me too. But is it really him?!) with “Wyld Stallyns” written on their jackets walk up to the stage to an ovation from the crowd. Moments after defeating the evil robots, Havoc and Ozy traveled through time using the time booth to arrive at this day and age. With Fender Stratocaster’s in hand and a spotlight over them, they speak on the microphone.
“We’ve been to the past. We’ve been to the future” Said Havoc, keeping his confidence with his partner alongside him.
“We’ve been all around the afterlife” Ozymandias completed.
“You know.. Ozy” Havoc said, nodding at his partner to say a few words.
“The best place to be is here” Declared Ozy.
“The best time to be is now” Havoc finished as both men smirk to loud applause from the crowd.
“And all we can say is…” Havoc says with a playful smile on his face as the camera zooms out.
“LET’S ROCK!!!” Exclaimed the duo.
“1! 2! 1 2 3 4!”
“God Gave Rock and Roll to You II” covered by KISS from Bill & Ted’s Bogus Journey echoes throughout the auditorium as Ozy and Havoc shred on the guitar to the iconic opening sequence of the song. The camera pans around the auditorium as the audience is rocking on along the Wyld Stallyns with Death standing by the stage side, cheering on for the band. People watching at home, varying from some known faces of Wrestleworld to Havoc’s followers around the world enjoy the performance by the duo, waving their hands to the rhythm. The iconic ending from Bill & Ted’s Bogus Journey that is all about caring for each other and being nice to each other is just the right way of life. Their iconic rock ballad echoing through the hearts of the people, reunited by their love for rock and roll. This could have been us, but you ain’t playing.
-x-x-
The scene begins at a local jail as Havoc along with his gang of “droogs” sit and contemplates their next plan of action. Havoc, going by the name Alex DeLarge in this universe wants to use violence for his personal gratification. It empowers him to do things that set him apart from the rest of them. Dressed in all white, with denim dungarees and a black top hat, Havoc stares at the camera with a demonic smile, waiting to be a free man once again. Charged for petty crimes, his gang of “droogs” want nothing from him after seeing how violent Havoc can be. But Havoc was against the idea of letting them go-- He beat them up viciously, only so that they know who is still in charge.
But fate had something different planned for him. He gets selected out of the line up of droogs and taken into a mental facility that has a new experimental aversion therapy to stop criminals from committing the acts of crime. Havoc, now brought against his own will to what appears to be a movie theatre is then chained to the cinema seat and got his eyes clamped open to the horrors he was about to witness. From acts of grotesque horror to Ozymandias as the European Champion, Havoc was sickened to his stomach by the scenes portrayed on the screen.
“PLEASE! STOP! STOP IT! I DON’T WANT TO SEE ANY MORE! I DON’T WANT IT”
The scenes of violent crime were accompanied to the music of his own theme song, “Delusions of Savior” by Slayer with the sole purpose of scarring the man beyond recognition, to the point where being around such situations of violence will cause a nauseating reaction. Possibly signifying the management trying to vilify Havoc for his actions as Champion and wanting to tame him down like the rest of the roster, showing him imagery that will put the fear in him for the next time he is in such a situation. This aversion therapy will not bode well for Havoc for his oncoming matchup against Ozymandias. But just like the movie, all he needs is a good ol’ fashioned beatdown. And Havoc will finally be ‘cured’.
-x-x-
“Here’s your winner and NEEEEEWW Wrestleworld European Champion, THE LAST REAL WRESLTER…. CHRIIISTOPPHEEER SABEEEERTOOTH!!”
The voice echoed throughout the arena as Sabertooth climbed up to the top turnbuckle celebrating his emotional victory. Pointing to his best friend Brenden O’Shea and his parents at ringside, he finally rolls out of the ring and gives them a hug. O’Shea, now a Police Officer, had always wanted to be a wrestler and Chris was living the dream for both of them. As for his parents? His mother loved him more than anything else in the world and his father supported him throughout all his endeavors. Sporting his son’s merch, his father proudly hugs his triumphant son for his monumental victory tonight. A championship that will soon define his career and legacy in the wrestling world.
The scene transitions to a backstage interview with Chris, his family, and his friend as they continue to celebrate a milestone in Sabertooth’s career. The interviewer, who happens to be Jack Develin, walks up to the new champion.
“Chris, what a victory tonight. You bested the equally determined and talented top prospect in Tristan Killebrew to capture the belt. And what a journey it must have been?” Questioned Jack, with an idiotic smirk on his face.
“Absolutely. It’s been one heck of a journey to the top of pro-wrestling. I never expected this day to come this early in my career but I am thankful for the opportunities I have gotten along the way that has made me into the man I want to be. It’s like a fairytale to me-- from rags to riches. I have been honing my craft for years now and I’d like to believe that I have gotten pretty good. As for Tristan? He had been a great champion before me. And I am honored to share the ring with him once again! I’m looking forward to keeping this title at the top of the wrestling world!” Exclaimed a happy-go-lucky Sabertooth, with his mother in arms. The proud Washington Amateur Wrestling standout started making waves in the pro-wrestling world after being signed to big-time promotions like Omega Wrestling Alliance and Wrestleworld. He has made quite a rep for himself, working hard to reach his way to a championship win, wanting to prove that he was as good as he claimed to be.
“What would you attribute your win to tonight? I see you have gotten your family along for the ride. And I am assuming this man is your friend of old?” Questioned Jack, with the most punchable face in the world. If Havoc was there, he’d probably do it too.
“Well, I cannot imagine myself doing anything else but this. So my childhood friend-- scratch that, best friend. O’Shea and I grew up together in Aberdeen, sitting by Gray’s Harbor wondering about what it takes to be this larger than life persona. This is everything I have ever wanted to be-- And I am glad I can do that. For the both of us. As for my parents? I am lucky! My father happened to be an Amateur wrestling coach back at Gray’s Harbor College. He really wanted me to realize his Olympic dreams but as great as that might have been, my heart always belonged to pro-wrestling. But yeah-- He’s been supportive of my actions since day one and helped me become better at what I do. I wouldn’t be here without these people here. They make me who I am. They complete me.” Sabertooth said, with his eyes almost watering up. He hugged his mom, with his friend and father joining in on the group hug. Sabertooth clears his throat, before fixing the European Championship over his shoulder. He proudly pats on it, showcasing it to the world.
“Well, thank you for joining me champ. Have a great night!” Said Jack Develin, smiling into the distance as the camera pans around to the new champion walking away with his family, all sunshine and rainbows.
The scene fades to a black but a voice can still be heard.
“I always wondered what my life would have been like if I didn’t lose EVERYTHING. My family. My friends. Everybody I have ever loved… My soul. You know? Have you ever wondered about it? About not being broken? Who am I kidding! This world revolves around all these broken pieces, faking it till they make it. Nobody in their right mind can maintain their integrity to the level they want to if they ever want to reach the top of their field. The world is run by sinners and it will die at the hands of one. But for now, I can only dream.”
-x-x-
The scene begins with a familiar pair standing right by a lighthouse at Old Harbour, Alaska. Jada Blaire and Havoc along with all his followers and masked marauders who serve Babayka have gathered around the construction site as the pair takes a big leap forward in the upcoming summer development. Workers can be seen pulling a large logo with Cthulhu’s face in the middle of it. Havoc, proudly watches Jada Blaire orchestrate the restoration of this auspicious landmark, serving as a memory of their past.
“We have all gathered here for the celebration of the Lighthouse being reborn! Celebrating the hard work you have put in. I am sure *HE* would be pleased too.” Jada Blaire expressed her inner desires to please not only Havoc but the Gods of Old. The Gods that have given her the powers and opportunities to be known as Madam Witch of the North. Havoc nods in approval of the statement made.
The scene transitions to a fireplace, not that far from the lighthouse. Caught by the brilliance of the flame, Havoc stares right into the fire-- almost losing himself in it. Jada Blaire acknowledges his fascination with the flame, turning towards Havoc.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? The brilliance is not in its warmth or bright burning light. It can show you things that you cannot even fathom. It can play games with your mind and make you feel powerful. Many men have gotten lost in the flames, consumed by its everlasting power. But the flames can show you what you want to see-- Tell me, Havoc. What has gotten your attention?” Question Jada, with a curious look on her face watching Havoc snap out of the trance that he was caught in. With a devilish smirk on his face, he turns over and ruffles through her hair with a look of passion in his eyes.
“I know it’ll sound absurd considering I have been staring at a flame, but through its unusual steadiness, I saw myself in there surrounded by nothing but darkness. I saw myself battered and bruised, lying on the canvas-- A shell of my former self. And then I saw *HIM*. He spoke to me. And in that short spurt of wisdom, everything around me started to change. I wasn’t battered anymore. I stood on top of the world with my head held high. The darkness couldn’t stop me a bright burning ball of flame guided me to safety. I was no longer a broken mess. What I saw in the light cannot be explained through words alone. It’s something that you’d have to experience. But with this information, I feel like that very same light has illuminated through the darkness in my heart and find solace in what I do.” He explained, smiling as to he just had his own Eureka moment. But his excitement could barely be contained and Jada Blaire took the moment to calm him down and explain to him what the future mode of operation could be for the group.
“That is wonderful… truly. And I hope you do find what you’re looking for. But we need to keep *HIM* in mind. We need to show him that our devotion is unmatched. We need to show him that the lighthouse, the titles, the loyal servants-- EVERYTHING. Everything that we have ever done in our measly existence, is to serve his purpose. We are just mere messengers of the truth that he shall bring upon the world. Eliminate the darkness in your heart and you shall burn brighter than the flame you’re transfixed by. That is your destiny, Havoc. Realize it! We might be serving a purpose, but you’re still the master of your own destiny. Your own legacy. Shape it to what you want it to be, Havoc.” Call it a pep talk, if you'd like. But Jada certainly knows how to play the cards right.
“But I lost to Ozymandias in combat. How can I overcome that barrier? How can I please *HIM* if I can’t even beat Ozy?” Questioned Havoc, growing more and more despondent with every question.
“Arrogance will take over him. He believes that he’s untouchable. He believes in his own hype. He’s not a monster. Calling him a regular man would be a disservice to the man being used for comparison. He’s the scum of the Earth, who got a short sense of victory and he has used that to boost his pride and ego beyond measure-- And that will be his downfall. He will fail because he doesn’t believe he ever could. He doesn’t look at all the possible scenarios. He doesn’t treat you as the threat that you can be. To him-- You’re just a crazy delusional man, while you’re the one with the title and a reign that has lasted as long as any other. And yet, you have been treated as the underdog. You have had doubters questioning your moves leading up to this bout. You are the one with nothing to lose anymore, even if you brandish that physical belt. Ozy’s ego has put him in a make-belief world where he already is a champion. To him, this title is just an added bonus. The only thing at stake for this man is his pride and it’s about time somebody brings him down a peg or two. Don’t let his darkness consume you! Don’t let his delusions become your reality! You have seen the eternal flame of truth and now you must act upon it! Be the man you are destined to be! Be the warrior that cries tears of blood to keep his crown. Be *HIS* Havoc! His vessel! His will incarnate! Be that guy!” Passionately exclaimed Jada Blaire. She grabs Havoc by his head and sticks it into the flames. The absolute horror that would be! Thankfully, this is just a dream. And that dictates Havoc is basically untouchable. Thankfully, this one sticks true in the real world as well. Either way, Havoc is deeply incensed by Jada’s actions. But to his surprise, the flames don’t do anything to him. But there is a change-- A subtle one, at that. The face paint has altered itself to be one with the flame. Havoc has become the living embodiment of the eternal flames of truth. Bestowed upon this power by the Gods of the Old, Havoc has a demonic look on his face as Jada Blaire cackles maniacally.
-x-x-
The scene begins with the camera directly pointed at Havoc’s visage with his eyes wide shut. He slowly opens his eyes, as the camera pans out to reveal Havoc situated on a throne. With his hand acting as a place to rest his head, Havoc lets out a yawn while stretching his arms upright to get rid of the fatigue. He looks around his surrounding, coming in terms with where he was at. Was it all a dream? Did Havoc finally wake up? The series of bizarre dreams that preceded this very one-- It must have been part of his deep slumber. After all, preparing for his matchup against Ozy has been keeping him up late at night. With none of his astute followers around him or his lady love-- Havoc gets off his throne and walks towards a bright light, presumably the light of the day, that could be seen in the distance.
He walked and he walked, with the light not getting any closer. Havoc squinted his eyes to get a good look at what he saw. Was it an angel shining in her brilliant light? Or Edward Cullen from Twilight? Either way, the suspense was killing him. He walked further and further, with his throne seemingly miles behind him. But there was no point in looking back. Havoc had to keep moving forward. That’s what he does.
With the pace of his movements changing drastically going from a brisk walk to straight up making a beeline for this unattainable light.
“Do you fear me?” Said a familiar voice. It sounded a lot like Ozy but could it be. Surely not. Is he now being plagued by the voices of his opponent or is it just his internal struggle masking itself as the one thing it nows Havoc would care to listen to. Havoc, almost stopping his tracks looks around to check for the man in the flesh, but he was nowhere to be found. Confused by the ordeal and thinking his mind was playing tricks with him-- He carried on walking towards this light.
“Don’t ignore me, Havoc. Answer my question. Do you fear me?” He asked once again, now agitating Havoc in the process.
“NO! Now fuck off!” Exclaimed a hearty Havoc-- but to his surprise, the light at a distance seemingly got even further away from him. Scratching his head in confusion, he once again looked around for some Jedi Mind tricks being used for the voice in his head. But yet again to no avail. Havoc had no choice but to keep moving forward.
“Well, then you have already lost.” Proclaimed the voice to the dismay of Havoc.
“What the fuck do you want from me? Stop this! Get me back to where I was. And if this is some sick and twisted dream, wake me up when it’s all over. I don’t have time for all of this bullshit.” Said Havoc, now turning his back to the light. And once again, surprisingly so, the light was now facing the direction he was looking at with nothing but pitch darkness behind him. Wherever he was, he was stuck between an endless pathway of darkness, desperately searching for the beacon of light in the distance.
“You want to play games, motherfucker? We can play. Bring it on! Try me, bitch!” Fighting words from a man who had no idea where he was or if this was still a dream or not. Either way, the voice of Ozymandias had been mocking him and he wasn’t having any of it. Havoc wanted to swing hands but there was nothing but himself and this beacon of light that he was so desperately after.
“You disappoint me, Havoc. I give you one last chance-- Do you fear me?” Questioned the voice of Ozymandias, with a sort of finality in his tone. He meant it to be the final one.
“No! Now get out of my fucking head, you piece of shit. I don’t care about what little you have to say about me. I don’t care about this so-called God of yours that you want to use me as a sacrifice for. I don’t care about this match at Dreamworld because frankly speaking, you do not scare me a bit. You’re a fucking delusional cunt with nothing better to do with your life than feast upon the sorrow that you have left in your wake. You’re nothing but a peon in the grander scheme of things. You’re a title defense on my record. If my life was a bucket list, you’d be first on the list on the basis of how easy it is to do better than you ever could. You’re nothing but dust in comparison to the vast universe that I answer to. You’re nothing but another record that I will conquer. Ozymandias-- Do I fear you? FUCK NO! Do I think you can win? Not a chance in hell. Do I think that you are the chosen one that was destined to bring about the New World Order? Yes, if New World Order were to be a faction that was hot for a minute before becoming the stale garbage that it was always meant to be. You’re the talk of the town… for now. But after Dreamworld, you’ll be history. You’ll be a name just like the rest of them. A name that I conquered. A name with no value. A name that does not become the Wrestleworld European Champion. Not now. Not ever. So are we done? Did you get your fucking answer? HUH?!” Exclaimed Havoc, venting out his frustrations for his upcoming match. The fact that he said all of THAT in one breath, is quite impressive.
“Wrong answer.” Said Ozy, with clear disappointment in his tone. And with that said, the source of light vanishes as now Havoc stands in the middle of complete darkness.
Until a spotlight appears over him. Somehow, the throne he left and walked several miles away from is situated behind him with the Wrestleworld European Championship placed over it. Havoc walks up to the title, and takes his place on the throne, not thinking much of it. Was it all a dream? Maybe we’ll find that out.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Subject: DREAMWORLD: A Series of Broken Dreams 
