Post by Nathaniel Havok on Jun 28, 2013 20:38:26 GMT -4
[The scene opens up in what appears to be a hospital. The halls are empty. No nursing assistants, no nurses, either. No interns, residents, attending’s, just a single doctor stands alone, with his back to the camera. It's easy to see that this doctor is reading a patients chart, as over his shoulder, we can see the clipboard in his hand. His long hair seems quite unfitting of your "everyday" doctor. However, in a generation where not many follow suit, it's understandable that he very-well might be as unique as the next fellow. The cameras pan around, and we finally get a glimpse of his face. This is no ordinary doctor, indeed. Rather, it's Nathaniel Havok. In antics simply done to address his opponents at Test for the Best, he has bestowed upon us a not-so-typical piece of work. Nevertheless, we carry on. Looking at the patient in the bed, we can see that this man is dressed in his Sunday best. A suit, tie, and a giant, white cowboy hat. It's now obvious, that this man will be playing the part of C.J. Gates. As Nathaniel addresses the chart in his hand, we get the chance to listen in on a conversation with his patient.]
Havok: Hello, Mr. Gates. I'm Dr. Jacobs, I'll be your physician.
[Nathaniel continues to address the chart, studying it while deep in thought.]
Havok: Interesting stuff... Very interesting stuff, indeed. Say, sir... That Nathaniel Havok guy really did a number on you, didn't he?
Gates: Let me tell you something, doc... I've never seen such a thing in all my life. The guy really showed me something. He showed me that he can definitely deliver the goods in the ring, if you know what I mean. Hell, I'm lucky that I'm not on life support right now! Lucky I'm still alive and kicking, to tell you the truth!
Havok: Lucky, you are.
[Thinking of the right thing to say, "Dr. Jacobs" begins to rub his chin.]
Havok: No, Mr. Gates... You're not on life support. Your career however, is. And from the looks of these vitals that I see, your career isn't looking too good right now. If I were you, I'd go ahead and say your goodbyes to your career. I'd love to stand here and tell you that your career is going to pull through and get better, but that would just be wrong of me. I'm not going to give you false hope. I'm a doctor, that's not in my nature, and it just wouldn't be right of me.
Gates: You mean my career is going to die? How... How can that be, doctor?
Havok: Mr. Gates, it's practically already dead. Think of your career as a potato... It's not going to get any better, but it can't get any worse, either. It's as bad as it is going to get, Mr. Gates. Nathaniel Havok took your career, and he played God with it. Mr. Gates, I'd say goodbye, and then let us pull the plug. Otherwise, you're just prolonging the inevitable, causing your career more pain and suffering in the process. I'll give you some time to think about it. But I need a decision soon.
["Dr. Jacobs" places the chart back on the edge of the bed, and moves on to the next room. He walks in, as we see a beautiful woman sitting in the bed. This woman very-much resembles Aubrey J. Parker. Nathaniel picks up her chart, and begins to read.]
Havok: Okay, Ms. Parker... What are you doing here?
Parker: Doctor, can't you tell? After what Nathaniel Havok did to me, I'm going to need facial reconstructive surgery!
["Dr. Jacobs" intently looks at Ms. Parker. He studies her for a moment, before addressing the patient.]
Havok: Ms. Parker, if you ask me, you've never looked better. In my opinion, by beating your face in, Nathaniel Havok actually did you a favor. However, may I make a suggestion?
Parker: Sure!
Havok: Judging by your lack of in-ring skills, combined with the fact that Nathaniel Havok did you a favor by changing your appearance... Have you ever thought about a career change? Maybe modeling?
[Aubrey begins to ponder the possibilities.]
Havok: It's not my call, I'm just a doctor. However, I'd be willing to bet there's a whole lot more money for you in some other profession. A profession that you'd actually be good at, for that matter.
["Dr. Jacobs" chuckles to himself, as he drops the patients chart, and walks to the next room.]
Havok: MR. SAVAGE! How are we doing today?
Savage: Not so good, doc.
Havok: I can tell. I’m happy that you came in, though. Aside from the lesions and bruises that you acquired while Nathaniel Havok was kicking your ass, we were also able to uncover a medical disorder in your blood work. Something that could have lead you down a very bad road, had it not been discovered.
Savage: What is it, doctor?
Havok: Jace, you suffer from “Biting off more than you can chew” disorder. It’s better known as “Rookie Ego Syndrome”. You see, this disorder causes those who aren’t ready for a big push, to push themselves, resulting in an epic failure. This could lead to complications such as drug use, spousal abuse, suicide, and most importantly… Giving up your career, and getting your realestate license.
Savage: My god, doc… Is there a cure?
Havok: Yes, yes there is. All you have to do, is stay away from main event talent like Nathaniel Havok. Just for a couple of years, until you hone your craft to perfection. However, a relapse could cause far more complications than you’d like. You don’t want to become a realestate salesmen, do you?
Savage: No, I don’t want that.
Havok: Exactly. You get some rest now, and I’ll come check on you later.
[Nathaniel leaves the room and heads to the next. He walks into the room and sees a Jair Hopkins look-a-like, counting money and smiling, with gold teeth in his mouth.]
Havok: Well, you seem to be in high spirits! Probably all that bling-bling you’re planning on buying, right?
[The actor looks at Nathaniel, none-too-pleased. He throws down the money on the bed.]
Hopkins: Man, this is fucking racist! I’m not going to play a fucking part like this! I’m sick of you white people always thinking you know what a “brotha” is! It’s stupid! You can kiss my ass! Don’t even pay me, I don’t give a fuck!
[The man attempts to climb out of the bed, but Nathaniel breaks character, lunges at him, and forces him back down. Standing over the actor with his forearm over his neck, Nathaniel doesn’t seem happy.]
Havok: Now you listen up, and you listen real good! You knew the damn role when we cast you, and if you’re not careful, I’ll do to you what I’m going to do to Hopkins in the tournament, if and when I see him in that damn ring!
[The man looks up at Nathaniel with fear in his eyes. Suddenly, Nathaniel has a change of heart, and backs off the poor actor.]
Havok: You know what? Fuck it. Get your shit, and get the hell out. It’s not like Hopkins could ever lace up my boots, anyways. You did your job, my point was made. Now get your shit, and get out of here!
[Trying to get back into character, Nathaniel shrugs off the conflict, and heads to the next room.]
Havok: Robina! It’s nice to see you again! It seems like you go to the hospital, every time you’re in the ring! But this time, MAN! This time, how did you even think that you were going to get past Nathaniel? Sweetie… HE KICKED YOUR ASS, BAD! You know what? Sweetheart, I really think that you need to be seeing another doctor besides me. Maybe a psychiatrist? For someone to get their ass kicked time after time, and not realize that THEY’RE the problem… I think you might need psychiatric help, baby girl. Ever thought of that?
Hood: No, I hadn’t. And you know something? I don’t like being judged based on my lack of in-ring skill! This is wrestling, doctor! You shouldn’t have to know how to wrestle! At least, that’s what I’ve been told!
Havok: My dear, sweet Robina… You do whatever it is that you want to do, I’m not here to judge. But a bit of advice… Whoever told you that, obviously didn’t have a good mind for the wrestling business. But again, I’m not here to judge. You just get some rest, okay?
[Nathaniel leaves the room. To his “surprise”, a Logan Alexander look-a-like is roaming the halls, but is stopped by his caring physician.]
Havok: Whoa, whoa, Logan! You need to get back into bed, my man! In your rematch with Nathaniel Havok, he was able to beat you, don’t you remember?
Alexander: No, that never happened… Did it?
Havok: Still suffering memory loss, I see. Buddy, I haven’t seen an ass kicking that bad, since I watched a donkey get abused by a few Mexicans trying to ride it! Logan, he practically left you for dead. He obviously had something to prove.
Alexander: Well, I guess he proved it.
Havok: Judging by your lack of memory, I’d say so. Now you get back into bed. I’ll catch up with you later.
[Havok directs Logan back into his room, and walks into the next. A young, blonde, pretty boy lays upright in his bed, looking into a hand-held mirror, with tears running down his cheek.]
Havok: Mr. Kane, what seems to be the problem?
Kane: I’ll never look the same, doctor. I’ll just never look the same!
Havok: What are you talking about, young man? Your face looks fine!
Kane: I know, but the surgery required to remove Nathaniel Havok’s boot from my ass… It means that I’m going to have to get by JUST on my looks alone! And trust me, even those aren’t good enough! MY BOYFRIEND WILL NEVER LOVE ME AGAIN, EVER!
Havok: No… Don’t worry about that! Who cares if your ass is loose enough to fit a 747 through… If your boyfriend really loves you, he’ll understand. It comes with the job, Christian. Think about it! They just passed a federal law, proclaiming that you and your boyfriend can be married legally, and it be recognized. He should be jumping at the chance to marry you! If he loves you, if he REALLY loves you, everything is going to end up okay, princess. I promise.
Kane: Are you sure?
Havok: 100 percent. Now you stop that crying, and don’t forget to apply the ass cream that I gave you. Everything will be just fine.
[Shaking his head, Nathaniel walks out of the room. In the hallway once again, is yet another patient. This one looks just fine, as he stands in front of Nathaniel, almost as if he’s ready to attack. The man obviously is posing as A.C. Smith, as the resemblance is uncanny.]
Smith: I apologize, doctor… But this is no crossing zone.
Havok: Ah, yes… Mr. Smith! You’re the one that Nathaniel Havok beat so bad, he took you back to your time as a police officer, aren’t you?
Smith: Excuse me, sir? I know not what you speak of. Now, this is a crime zone. You need to back away. Don’t you see the caution tape?
Havok: Mr. Smith, there’s no tape behind you.
[All of the sudden, from another room, a patient comes “flying out” of the doorway, with a bed sheet tied around his neck. Obviously, this would be the final participant in the Test for the Best Tournament, Biggs.]
Biggs: Have no fear, officer! I’ll take care of this! The Spaceman is here to save the day!
Havok: Wait, you’re Space M. Biggs, aren’t you? Unique name, young man. But who names there kid Space?
Biggs: That’s not my REAL name, doctor. That’s my alter-ego.
Havok: Isn’t your ego what got you hospitalized in the first place? Thinking that you and your Spaceman gimmick would just breeze right on past Nathaniel Havok?
Smith: Nathaniel Havok? Who’s he? Like Venom to Spiderman, or something?
Havok: Not exactly. As far as Mr. Space here goes… Nathaniel Havok is more like Kryptonite to Superman.
Biggs: How dare you! My only Kryptonite is not having any political leverage! Now curse you, evil doctor! Curse you to the depths of heck!
Havok: Listen, you two. I know that both of you are doing your best to make sure these halls are safe. However, I’m your physician. I demand that the two of you go back to your rooms! Mr. Smith, go watch a few Miami Vice reruns. And Mr. Space, we were able to obtain all the Star Wars movies for you. You agreed to stay in your room, if we were able to do so. Do I need to take those away from you, Mr. Space?
…do I?
Biggs: No, sir.
Havok: Smith, should I call the loony toon squad, and have them escort you to a new home?
Smith: No, citizen, that will not be necessary. We will return to our rooms. However, I expect my sponge bath at 15:00 hours.
[Nathaniel rolls his eyes, as both men make their way back to their rooms. As he shakes his head, he walks over to a desk, where he leans down and gathers his thoughts for a moment, before looking into the cameras.]
Havok: Facing me… This is where each and every one of you could very-well end up. If I haven’t already convinced you, if my words haven’t pierced your ear drums thoroughly enough… Allow me to put things better into prospective for all of you.
Nathaniel Havok WILL win this tournament. And the people you’ve seen here today, the actors that played your roles perfectly, they represent EVERYTHING that you will become, if you step into that ring with me on Sunday night!
I could talk until I’m blue in the face, about how I need to win this tournament, but I’ve done that enough already. And judging by your respective words, I can see that you’re all just as hard-headed as the next wrestler in this tournament! Newsflash time!... Nathaniel Havok isn’t just your runt of the mill professional wrestler. And while my stock might be a bit low right now, the crème always rises to the top! So to you, that should mean one thing, and one thing only!
…When it comes to this tournament, you’re all screwed!
Sure, I paid big money for these actors, and I paid a pretty penny for this hospital setting. But I did it, for all of you who oppose me in this tournament. I went out, and found the best actors that I could find, those who look spot-on in your images! I can only hope that my money does not go to waste, and you listen to the words and actions being bestowed upon you at this second!
You think I’m past my prime?
You think my best days are behind me?
You ACTUALLY think you’re going to win this tournament?
Yeah, and one day, Walt Disney will be unfrozen, and brought back to life.
[Nathaniel thinks about what he’s just said for a moment.]
Havok: Actually, Walt Disney stands a better chance at resurrection, than any of you do at winning this tournament! I know the amount of fire that has built up inside my body! I know the amount of rage that is ready to be brought out! You see… There’s one thing that Nathaniel Havok has never done in Action Packed Wrestling, one thing that has eluded me since my debut in this company! And that’s a feud with our current APW World Heavyweight Champion!
I refuse to allow this feat to elude me, any longer! I don’t deserve to be ducked and dodged by a man who thinks he is the best that’s ever come through this joint! But what I do deserve, is my time in the main event, with above said champion. That’s why this tournament was set up for Nathaniel Havok to win! It was made this way by fate, not by choice! The trials and tribulations that I’ve had to endure to get back my spot, would make any of you quit the business! But me? No! I fight on, and I ALWAYS get what I want!
If that’s not enough for you… Allow me to dumb it down, break it down in a way that all of you will understand.
In this tournament, you’ve got your rookies, and your mid-card wrestlers who haven’t really established themselves yet. Then, you’ve got your APW mainstays… We have champions, and we also have men who have climbed the APW ladder of success already, obtaining the ultimate prize, but falling short at some point. I’m not going to lie, I reside in that “falling short at some point” category. A category that not only plagues myself, but plagues the likes of C.J. Gates and the Spaceman as well!
The difference between those plagued by falling short, and the rest of the group… Is that we’ve already tasted that success before.
Eliminate those like Hopkins, Savage, Parker, Kane, and Hood… That leaves you with a list of wrestlers that have the biggest shot at winning this tournament! Now, I’m not saying that any of these wrestlers CAN’T make it to the finals. I am in NO WAY saying anything of the sorts. They’re all great competitors in their own right. While they have all shown that they belong in Action Packed Wrestling, none of them have been in this tournament, or even shown me that they belong in this tournament!
Some of them might say that they’ve not been here long enough to have ever been in a tournament. Hell, I’ve been here for 3 years, and this is my first Test for the Best Tournament! Therefore, that excuse goes out the window! But not only do I see a lack of experience in all of these combatants, I also see a lack of direction. None of them have realized what it means to take their career by the balls, and stop waiting for their big break!
I wouldn’t go about it the way that Nathaniel Havok did, however. You see, I tried to steal the show. And when I say that, I mean literally! I REALLY tried to steal the show, right out from under the nose of the APW President. There are other ways to go about it, and maybe this tournament is one of their chances. However, I just don’t see it happening. Not because they’re not good enough, that’s not what I’m saying. But it’s simply because there are some in this tournament, that are far better. Now, let’s go through that list, and see if we can eliminate a few others. Shall we start with Logan Alexander?
A former North American Champion, and a DAMN GOOD one at that! Logan, you’ve got all the tools needed to be a success in this business, and you’re well on your way. The problem lies in your experience, as well as the fact that you’re dealing with those who have a lot more experience than you! Logan, you’re going to have your time, my friend. I promise you that you’re going to enjoy the fruits of your hard labor, but it’s just not going to be anytime soon!
Next, we have A.C. Smith. A man who has proven to me that he is a champion in every sense of the word. My proclamations of being the Xtreme Champion for over a year, were shattered by the true Xtreme Champion, and I’ll never deny that. Smith, you’ve got an awful lot going for you. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a man come into this business with lack of knowledge, and actually make a career out of beating great talent such as myself. You sir, are a success story waiting to happen.
What eliminates you from these finals, are again, where lack of experience comes into play. I understand the kind of competitor you are, and I wouldn’t put it past you to make it that far. But where the other foot finally drops, is in the experience needed to NOT wind up gassed. You’re a big guy, Smith. You’ve got the strength to outlast anybody. But you know as well as I do, what Nathaniel Havok brings to the table.
In a race of endurance, any day of the week, I could undoubtedly outlast the Xtreme Champion!
That leaves us with who? C.J. Gates? A man who had his run, and proved that he couldn’t even draw dust! Gates, I understand that you’re tough as nails, and you’re one determined son of a bitch. Hell, just like Alexander and Smith, you’ve beaten me in the past, one on one. I learned from that night, Gates. Losing to you, left my mental state in a shambles. I underestimated you at that time, but I won’t be doing it again! If you and I see each other in this tournament, don’t expect the same results. Because not only can you NOT draw money for Action Packed Wrestling…
But you’ll never again beat the Enforcer of Sorrow, either!
A former champion, yes. A future APW Hall of Fame inductee, probably. Doused into the lake of obscurity by the almighty hand of the Source of all Evil… A guarantee!
Gates, you’re a favorite to win this tournament. While half of the wrestling world doesn’t see Nathaniel Havok making it to the Semi-finals, you on the other hand have been heavily favored to win it all! Regardless of where we meet, IF we meet… Gates, I’m going to eliminate you from this tournament! And with the knowledge I gained from our past match, you’re not going to be able to stop me. No one is!
That leaves us with only one left. Out of Logan, Smith, Gates, and this man… He’s the only one that has never been able to beat me. To my knowledge, Biggs and I have never locked horns, other than when Delikado and myself made him look like an idiot in front of the entire world! Now, I’m not saying you can’t beat me, Spaceman. To say that, would be the absolute dumbest thing that I could ever say. On any given night, I’m sure you could beat the Enforcer of Sorrow with a bit of luck. But believe me when I tell you that Sunday night, is not going to be that night!
[Nathaniel begins to pace the floor, looking back into the rooms that he has just exited, thinking about the possibilities that could very-well come true, if he were to meet any of these men or women.]
Havok: You’re all amazing competitors. Well, some of you more than others. But nevertheless, all of you stand a chance at winning this tournament. In professional wrestling, you should ALWAYS consider the impossible, possible. Only problem is, Nathaniel Havok has the drive and determination to outlast any and all of you, something that none of you can truly say, and actually mean. This tournament is my ticket to Shockwave, a chance to prove to the world that I am indeed relevant, and that I can indeed beat Level-One!
He’s dodged me for years, because he knows what would happen if he stepped into the ring with me! I’ll be damned if I’m going to allow any of you the chance to take this opportunity from me!
At the end of the night, in the finals… Right before Lester and Terry meet face to face… You’re all going to hear the same thing…
“Your winner of the 2013 Test for the Best Tournament, the Enforcer of Sorrow, Nathaniel Havok!”
Best of luck to all of you, Havok has spoken.
[Havok smirks into the camera as the scene fades to black.]
