The Source of all Evil: A Happy Ending

[Nathaniel Havok]

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Sunday, October 17, 2010
Unknown location, somewhere in the Underworld
2:34AM

- As a very different looking Nathaniel Havok sneaks his way around the Underworld, he begins to wonder how he went from V.I.P. at the club, to hunting down his worst enemy in just a few short hours. After being informed that Aiden Payne was alive and well, Nathaniel decided that it would be best for him to go dead demon hunting. Ready to put an end to it all, Nathaniel continues on quietly, checking every nook and cranny possible, to make sure Aiden Payne is nowhere in sight. He walks into a cave that is dimly lit, tip-toeing as lightly as possible. As he turns the corner, he sees a group of power brokers, who all immediately bow to their knees, in worship of the Source. -

Havok: Have you seen him?

Power Broker: Seen who, my liege?

- Nathaniel looks at the Power Broker who has just asked him the question. He eyes flash black fire, reminding the Power Broker that he is the Source of all Evil. Nathaniel then throws a fireball in the demons direction, vanquishing him upon impact. -

Havok: You’ve only got one more chance, until I vanquish the whole damn lot of you! Now, where in the hell is Aiden Payne?

Power Broker: My lord, we have not seen him.

- Nathaniel delivers a sigh of relief and the Power Brokers stand to their feet. All of the sudden, Nathaniel throws a fireball at the Power Broker who had just spoken, vanquishing him to the Wasteland. -

Havok: Wrong answer! Want to know why? I sensed him! I know he’s here!

Power Broker: My lord, with all due respect…

- Nathaniel doesn’t even give him a chance to speak, throwing a fireball right at him, vanquishing him as well. -

Havok: I know, you guys have no clue where he is, why he’s here, and I don’t really give a shit what else. Here’s the deal, Aiden Payne is around here, lurking in the shadows, hiding his sorry cowardice carcass somewhere in my Underworld. You find him, and you do it soon. You bring him to me, alive. I want to enjoy it this time.

- A Power Broker tries to speak up, but Nathaniel puts his hand up, stopping him before he can speak. -

Havok: If you cannot find him, you might not want to stick around the Underworld for too long. Because if I find you, before you can find him, you wont live long enough to trade all of those worthless powers to all the lower-level demon scum!

Power Broker: Excuse me my liege, but our powers are so valuable, that even the highest level of demons want them! I mean no disrespect, but I think that you underestimate us.

- Nathaniel stares at him for a second, before he begins to chuckle. The Power Broker seems confused, almost upset that Nathaniel isn’t taking him seriously. -

Havok: Do you want to know why I “underestimate your kind”?

- Nathaniel throws a fireball at the Power Broker, also vanquishing him. -

Havok: Because, you didn’t even see that coming. Now, the three of you that are left, if you don’t want to see your kind extinct forever, find that son of a bitch.

- Nathaniel shimmers out, leaving the Power Brokers shaken, and in a stir. -

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Sunday, October 17, 2010
2:44AM
The Source’s Chambers, the Underworld[/b]

- After taking care of the Aiden Payne issue with the Power Brokers, Nathaniel decided that he would take some time to cool off in his chambers. As he sits back on his throne, Aiden Payne shimmers into the room, unbeknownst to Nathaniel. He slowly tip-toes towards Nathaniel, stopping in mid step, looking around, and shimmering out of the room. Right after he shimmers out of the room, Staniak shimmers in. Staniak gives an odd look as he looks around the room, sensing the presence that was once there. He then tries to slap Nathaniel on the leg, and Nathaniel catches his hand in mid air. -

Staniak: Holy shit, man! I thought you were asleep!

Havok: Yeah well, so did Aiden Payne. That’s who you felt. He was in here a split second before you decided to stop him from trying to kill me.

- The two men share a moment of uncomfortable silence before Nathaniel breaks it. -

Havok: So, what are you here for?

Staniak: Oh, yeah! Are you ready for Sunday? I know I am!

Havok: Well then, you must have plans?

Staniak: No, not really. Just going back to England to watch the pay per view with some of my mates, toss down a few cold ones, and watch you take the World Heavyweight Championship!

Havok: I love how easy you make it sound.

Staniak: Oh, come on now! We both know that you’ve got this one! You’ve already won it, man!

Havok: It just seems to me like everyone would rather doubt me, than accept the fact that my return didn’t tarnish my career in the slightest. Now, they’re all in denial because I’m shoved it back in their faces! When they said that this was going to ruin my career, I made them eat their fucking words!

Staniak: What are you talking about?

Havok: Everyone said that when I returned to professional wrestling, that I was going to tarnish my career. They said that I wouldn’t have what it takes anymore, and that I should have stayed in retirement. Now, I’ve made them eat their words, and before I win the championship this Sunday, they’re all over the internet saying that they knew I was the same man all along, and that I was just as dominant as ever. Damn ass kissing fans, they don’t know their ass holes from a hole in the ground! What makes them think that I would ever care about anything they have to say? Stan, I absolutely cannot wait to get back into the Elimination Chamber! It’s been quite a long time since I’ve been inside one, and I think now is the perfect time. I’m at the top of my game once again, and none of these sorry asses know what’s about to come their way! Oh what a glorious day it will be, when the World Heavyweight Championship finds its new home, right here in the Underworld.

Staniak: I cherish the thought, and I cannot wait. You’re going to do the demonic community so proud! Their planning a celebration in your honor, you know. Everybody already knows that you’re going to return to the Underworld victorious. So they’re already planning the after parties.

Havok: Let my demons rejoice! Let the Underworld have a leader that they know they can count on! And what better way to do that, than to win the Action Packed Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship, and bring it home with me to the Underworld! They always say that I was at my best as the Source when I had gold around my waist, so maybe there are many more brighter days ahead. Well, for us anyways.

Staniak: You better believe it.

Havok: I do, because I’ve tested it. The Seer and I ran through every single battle simulation in her visions. In all of them, I became the APW World Heavyweight Champion. Therefore, this Sunday, no mere mortal is going to be able to change this fate! That belt is more than mine! Whether anybody likes it or not, that belt is more than mine! And trust me, I know that it’s not going to be easy, I know that this isn’t going to be my usual walk in the park. Wait, no. No, no, no, no. We have to get this on film.

Staniak: Huh?

Havok: It’s time for Nathaniel Havok to send a little surprise video package to Action Packed Wrestling. But I want to do it the right way! Give me a couple of days, and I’ll take care of it. Until then, tell the Brotherhood not to bother me. I want some time to train for the pay per view without being troubled by their petty problems. When I get everything together for my little message, I’ll call for you. I want you there.

- Nathaniel shimmers out of the room. -

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Wednesday, October 20, 2010
The Home of Nathaniel Havok, Indianapolis, Indiana
1:00AM

- Nathaniel finishes up his last workout of the evening as he cleans up around his weight room. He grabs a towel off of the floor below and begins to wipe the sweat from his face. From out of the corner of his eyes, he sees Trixie admiring him from afar. He finishes up his cleanup, and walks out of his weight room to be embraced by Trixie. -

Trixie: It’s been a couple of days, you kind of made me think that you didn’t want me around here.

Havok: Not just you, I don’t want anybody around right now. I need to be focusing on my match.

Trixie: No offence, but shouldn’t you be focusing on Aiden Payne? You don’t want that kind of stuff on your mind going into the Elimination Chamber.

Havok: I’ve vanquished Aiden Payne before, and I will do it again. But I’ll do it on my own time, not on his.

Trixie: Don’t forget baby, he’s vanquished you before too.

Havok: There’s just one difference between us. I taught him everything that he knows, but I didn’t teach him everything that I know. It’s only a matter of time before Aiden Payne finds his sorry ass right back in the Wasteland like he was before, and it will once again be at the hands of the Source! I would have never expected him to be able to find his way back out, but believe me, I’ll help him find his way back in!

Trixie: Well then do me a favor, do it before you step into the chamber.

- Nathaniel smiles at Trixie, knowing that she is only look out for his best interest. -

Havok: I’ll tell you what, you’ve got a deal.

- The two embrace once again. -

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Friday, October 22, 2010
3:03AM
Stepp Cemetery, Indianapolis, Indiana[/b]

- Nathaniel shimmers his way into a mausoleum and looks around with a smirk on his face. He walks around the mausoleum, reading all of the names on the wall, touching their burial sites with his fingers. With a sadistic look on his face, he looks high into the air. -

Havok: Staniak! I need you now!

- Staniak shimmers into the mausoleum and takes a confusing look around. -

Staniak: Okay, explain please?

- Nathaniel smirks at him, and then looks at the wall across from them. Nathaniel waves his hand and a camera appears. Attached to a tripod, the camera is ready to begin recording. Nathaniel once again smirks at Staniak, and then snaps his finger, making the camera turn on and begin recording. -

Staniak: What the hell are we doing here?

Havok: Shut up, I’ll get to that when I’m finished! Right now, I’ve got some things that I’d like to get off of my chest.

- Nathaniel turns his attention back to the camera. -

Havok: Let it be known that the Enforcer of Sorrow Nathaniel Havok is guaranteeing a victory this Sunday night at the pay per view! I would like to go on record right this second, as saying my competition stands no chance in hell! Sally Talfourd, you’ll be my first example, and what a great example you will be! You dare mock me? Mock my world? My lifestyle? What gives you the authority to accuse me of being fictional? No, delusional? Mentally unstable? Who are you kidding? You’re just like every other person in this God forsaken world, too moronic to realize that things like this are damn real! My life is as real as anything else in this world, whether you want to accept it or not. But why is it so hard to believe, Sally? I mean, tons of people attend church on Sunday, worshiping a man that they have never seen or spoken to, but they have no doubt in their minds that he exists. Yet, those same people do the exact same thing that you do! They make fun of me, saying that I play pretend! Well I’ve got news for you, and I’ve got news for all of those people! The life that I live, the kingdom that I claim, it is all real! Right on down to the very last little ounce of power that I have at my disposal! Chose to accept it or not, but you’ll have no choice but to face the facts soon enough! And for the record, I didn’t come into Action Packed Wrestling and claim a spotlight! I stole the damn spotlight from lackluster talents like you, and the rest of the jobbers in the Elimination Chamber! My goal was to make the biggest impact that I could, and since I’ve been here, I’ve already ended more than one career! You should know, Sally! Remember? I almost ended your career as well! So don’t get too cocky, because this time around, there’s no way that I can be disqualified! So I guess the question isn’t whether or not I can beat you, but whether or not you can survive in the ring with me, when you have no referee stoppage to save you!

- Nathaniel scoffs. -

Havok: And please, never again compare me to the likes of Level-One. When you did that, you proved to the entire world just how stupid you really are! Nathaniel Havok is nothing like Level-One, nothing like him whatsoever! For starters, after this Sunday night, I will be champion! Not him! Secondly, I have more talent in my right pinky finger, than Level-One has in his entire body! I have more guts, brains, talent, and heart then that sack of shit, so how dare you compare me to that son of a bitch! You think that I couldn’t have gotten to where I am right now without attacking people? Without attacking you? I think that you might want to go see a doctor, too many blows to the head can really mess you up in the long run. Like it or not, I would have gotten into this match anyway you dice it up! Nathaniel Havok isn’t the kind of professional wrestler that you just toss into any kind of match! No! When you have an Elimination Chamber match, Nathaniel Havok is the first name that you want in the damn thing! Look at what I’ve done in this business! Look at every single past accomplishment that I’ve ever achieved! There’s not a person in this match that can hold a candle to the Enforcer of Sorrow! I am who I am for a reason! I possess the attitude that I have, for a damn reason! I’m don’t act like I’m full of my own shit because I haven’t done anything in this business, I do it because I’ve done more than you could ever imagine! Sally, the first time that you and I went one on one, I took you out with a steel chair! I’ve heard plenty of people say that I did it because I couldn’t beat you, but that’s as far from the truth as you can get! Sally, I hit you with that chair to prove a point! I proved that night that Nathaniel Havok was still the same son of bitch that he always was! I proved that I was still the sick bastard that they once knew, and what better way to prove it then by mangling the face of APW’s resident bitch! That night, I knocked you out like a bitch! This Sunday, I make you my bitch!

Staniak: Easy there, Nathaniel! You don’t want to catch a lawsuit, do you?

- Nathaniel scoffs in the direction of Staniak. -

Havok: To hell with that! I’m going to tell it like it is, and I’m not going to sugar coat it! Sally Talfourd, I could beat the hell out of you at my worst, not the other way around! But it’s obvious to me that you need medical attention already. I heard everything that you had to say, right on down to the fact that you stated there would be only five people in this match.

Staniak: Actually, I think that she was trying to…

Havok: Shut up! I heard what the ding-bat had to say! She proved that she belongs in the back, interviewing with a microphone, not in the ring wrestling for the World Championship! I wouldn’t doubt it if she’s sleeping with Biggs! How in the hell did this woman ever make her way into the main event?

Staniak: Oh come on now, don’t start that! Do I have to remind you of your former tag team partner, Elizabeth Ashe?

Havok: I’m not saying this because she’s a damn female! I’m saying this because she proved just how stupid she really is! Whether I am taking what she said out of context or not, the fact is that she still said it! That my friend, makes her an idiot. So for her to claim on her little web cast that I wont be able to walk out with the championship, just means that she is as dumb as she looks! Who knows, Biggs very well might have completely fu…

Staniak: I’d watch it!

Havok: Shut the hell up!

- Nathaniel rolls his eyes and looks back at the camera. -

Havok: On a more serious note, Sally, let me level with you for a second. Wait, no, wait. I’m not on your level, am I? Well, that’s at least what you said.

- Staniak lets out a chuckle and Nathaniel looks at him with a “what the hell” look on his face. -

Havok: What are you laughing at?

Staniak: You’re not on Sally Talfourd’s level? Is she high? If you’re not on here level, I don’t know where you would be! You’re one of the best, if not the best!

Havok: Again, please, shut up! Sally’s right. I’m not on her level, I’m much, much higher.

- Nathaniel looks back at the camera. -

Havok: The things that I have done in this business speak for themselves! Nathaniel Havok is one of the biggest draws that this sport has ever seen! I don’t see Sally Talfourd’s name anywhere on that list! Level-One might be close, but no, never you! You couldn’t draw a bunch of horny teenagers to an orgy! So for you to sit there and claim that I’m not on your level, proves me right about your intelligence one more time. Good for you, Sally! You’re on one hell of a roll! Then, going on to claim that Level-One is better than you? Could you possibly make this any easier for me?

- Nathaniel chuckles. -

Havok: So let’s set the stage here, Sally. It’s Sunday night, One Night in Hell and the pay per view is a perfect five out of five stars thus far! The Elimination Chamber match is about to start, and you make your way down to the ring. To do what? Fight your way all the way to the end and lost to Level-One who you have already admitted openly is better than you? Get a grip, girlfriend! Take the bubblegum out of your mouth, stop twirling your hair, and get a fucking grip! You’ve shown every single person in this match that you have weakness, and I couldn’t be anymore proud of you than I am right now! Thank you Sally, thank you so much for showing the entire world just how weak minded you are! Once again, you’re on one hell of a role. So allow me this Sunday to do the entire APW a favor, and add another similarity between Level-One and myself. Allow me to beat you within an inch of your life from chain link to chain link, and then pin your shoulders to the mat all the while, crushing your dreams in the palm of my hand! This Sunday, it will be my privilege to eliminate you first. Just to watch you boohoo all the way up the ramp, and to watch you give me dirty looks as I walk through the curtain backstage later that night holding the APW World Championship! You don’t stand a chance, Sally. No matter how you crumble this up, there’s just no way that I’m going to allow you to walk out of One Night in Hell with my World Championship, it’s just not going to happen. But furthermore, you’re not going to be winning any kind of gold, until you learn to take your lips off of Level-Ones ass. You have to pin him, or make him submit, you know? You’re not going to be getting any pinfall victories or any submissions with your pouty lips on his pimply ass! To be honest, I don’t care how far you get in the chamber. I’m not really going to go out there with an agenda to rid the match of you first, I could really care less! My intentions are clear, to walk out anyway that I can with the World Championship around my waist, and no one else’s! That means no matter what you or anybody else does, I will still be the last one standing! You want to justify APW Management putting me in this match, by saying that I’m insane? By saying that I was placed into this spot fest you call a match because of my “wow effect”? You talk out of your ass more than anyone I have ever came into contact with! Good God! I cannot wait to get my hands around your scrawny little neck Sunday! I just can’t wait! Listen up, Einstein! I was put into this match because there isn’t a damn soul in Action Packed Wrestling more deserving than the Enforcer of Sorrow! There’s not a damn person in Action Packed Wrestling that could argue this fact, yet your dumb ass still seems to find a way to do it! You know, if anyone were to complain about me being in this match, I thought it would be someone who wasn’t actually in it. For you to complain about the competition that you’re facing, just shows me fear! Sally, you don’t want to show me fear sweetie, I promise. But now that you’ve gone and let the cat out of the bag, I guess you’re just going to have to deal with the consequences, aren’t you? Deal with the fact that you’ve done this to yourself, and that you alone have put yourself in this position! Go ahead and begin to believe in your very own hype, because it’s only going to cripple you come this Sunday night! The fear, the lack of intelligence, all of it has shown me that you possess no qualities of a champion, none at all! You think that they put me into this match just to see what happens? Well allow me to go out on a limb here, and say that they put you in this match, to avoid a discrimination lawsuit! I understand that Action Packed Wrestling is an equal opportunity employer, but…

Staniak: Nathaniel! You’re going to catch a lawsuit!

- Agitated, Nathaniel swings his head in the direction of his fellow demon. -

Havok: How many times do I have to tell you to shut the hell up?

Staniak: I’m just saying, this chick could really tag you with a big lawsuit! She’d do that type of thing, any woman would! She’d do just about anything to distract you from the Championship!

Havok: Just about everything? No, trust me, this skank would do anything. For a Big Mac and a Coke, this girl would do anything you ask her to! But it once again wasn’t her sex that I was about to bring up! It was the fact that APW put her in this match, because they like to appeal to the special needs audience as well. Sally Talfourd gives every single person with special needs in this world, hope! I hate to be a spirit breaker, but Sally, your special needs just aren’t special enough. You were placed in this match by sheer process of elimination. Truth be told, you’ve lucked yourself into this match, and a career in the sport of professional wrestling. Me, I am wrestling! Nathaniel Havok is this business! My name is professional wrestling, and professional wrestling is Nathaniel Havok! Sally Talfourd is just another face in the crowd, the kind that comes a dime a dozen! I am priceless, there’s nothing more valuable in this business than the Enforcer of Sorrow, Nathaniel Havok! I wrote the book on modern day professional wrestling, a book that people like you look up to as their bible! If you want to be successful in this business, you follow my career! I don’t see anybody walking up to you on a daily basis telling you that you’re the only reason they started watching wrestling! I don’t see anyone crying out to you, saying that you’re their inspiration to join this business! As a matter of fact, I don’t think that I’ve ever heard anyone sing your praises any at all! So what does that tell you, Sally? Maybe you should find your way out of this match, before you find yourself in a hospital bed Sunday night. Bud don’t worry Sally, I unlike you actually know how many people will be in the ring with us Sunday night. I also took the time to hear what Mark Mania had to say. Now, I’ve never really bumped elbows with Mark Mania, and to tell you the truth, I don’t know if he’s deserving either. It’s not the fact that he’s a weak link, because I can’t really reserve that spot for anybody but you, Sally. But I can go on the record as saying that just like Sally Talfourd, you Mark Mania will be tasting a bitter defeat this Sunday night. Middle of the road? Are you kidding me, Mark? Middle of the road? Do you really know anything about me? Do you have any clue what I have done in this business? I have said it time after time, after time, after God damn time! APW has never had anyone with the accolades that I possess, baring Level-One, nobody even comes close! Level-One is the only man in Action Packed Wrestling that even compares, and even he doesn’t shine as bright as the Enforcer of Sorrow does!

Staniak: Don’t sweat it, Nathaniel. All of this is coming from the same guy who hasn’t been paying attention to you at all. It’s obvious that he doesn’t know what he’s getting into. I listened to what he had to say, and I have to be honest. I was appalled. I was disgusted with his lack of knowledge about you, because you’re the one person in this Elimination Chamber match that he should be focusing on the most! I listened to Mark Mania as he claimed that Victor Hades disappeared! It’s obvious to me that he hasn’t been watching your attacks! It’s obvious to me that he doesn’t even care!

Havok: Everyone that knows the Enforcer of Sorrow, also knows that when someone doesn’t pay attention to me, I force them to! Mark Mania! I take offence to the fact that you haven’t been paying attention to my work! It pisses me off that you’ve completely shunned Nathaniel Havok, thinking that I am in no way any competition for the likes of you! Don’t get too full of yourself, because you’re not that good, and nobody really gives a damn about you anyways! You want to fail to pay attention to me? You want to act like I’m not meant to be in that ring with the rest of this main event? You expect me to take that serious? Mark, just wait until the pay per view, we’ll see which one of us belongs in the main event then, and which one of us should have been watching from home all along. Trust me, Mark, you might want to brush up on the APW career of Nathaniel Havok. Be it a short history thus far, but it is quite the story. You’ll never know, you might learn a thing or two that could help you at One Night in Hell. Then again, maybe you wont. And me? Getting above my head? The only thing that will be above my head will be the World Heavyweight Championship, when I’m holding it high in the air at the end of the pay per view! If you think for one second that I don’t belong in this match, you need to take a serious look in the mirror! I deserve to be in this match just as much as you do! Furthermore, I deserve to be in this match ever more than you do, or anyone else for that matter! I can see it now! Level-One and Nathaniel Havok going one on one for the APW World Heavyweight Championship! We would blow the roof off of the building! But APW Management is obviously saving that for a later date, because you know as well as I do that the one on one match would draw so much more than this lame excuse for a pay per view main event! Main events are supposed to feature the best of the best, right? Then why in the hell are you in this match, Mark Mania? Just like Sally Talfourd, you have no real reason whatsoever for being in this match, other than the fact that you’re just playing the role of a poor innocent victim in the Elimination Chamber! The fact is that you’re just another pawn in this chess game, and this Sunday, I take all the pawns out, and claim checkmate on Level-One! Mark, attempting to belittle me with your unimpressive motivational work, has done nothing but add fuel to the fire. Instigators never do a damn thing in this business, and that’s exactly what you are. You’re nowhere near the talent that Nathaniel Havok is, yet you seem to think that your far superior? I understand, you’re just like the majority of the people in this business, you expect nothing but the best for yourself. But allow me to remind you talking and walking are two totally different things. Therefore you can talk the talk, but until you can walk the walk, you might want to choose your words carefully. I don’t take kind to idle threats, and I don’t take kind to disrespect either! Mark Mania, you’ve done something that you shouldn’t have done, and by sending these mixed reactions in my direction, you’ve placed my back against the wall! I don’t like having my back against the wall, yet you’ve decided to put me in this position.

Staniak: You’ve got to think about it from his point of view though, Nathaniel. The guy has to talk a big game, he has to hypen himself up for this match. No one else is going to do it for him, but that’s only because no one else in this world besides himself thinks that he can win this match. He had to try and make people think that he wasn’t afraid of you, but after that, he realized what he had done. Then, came the sucking up. You and I both know, we’ve seen it a thousand times! He realized after saying what he said, that this was real, Nathaniel Havok was really going to be in the Elimination Chamber match! He had nowhere to turn, nothing that he could do to make things right. He had to go on to suck up to you, he just doesn’t want what you’re going to bring to the table this Sunday. All in all, he’s just another pawn showing his fear.

Havok: His fear will lead to his ultimate downfall. As much as I am going to enjoy being the only one to walk out of the Elimination Chamber, I’m going to enjoy crushing the hopes and dreams of all five of my opponents much, much more. And what a dreamer Mark Mania is! He might be the only person in the world that actually believes he is far superior to anyone else in this match, but we all know different. Mark Mania, Crazy Joe, whoever you are, how do you expect us to believe that you stand a snowball’s chance in hell in this match, when you don’t even have a clue who you really are? It’s time for you to snack back into reality, my friend. The reality of the situation might be far worse than your fantasy world, but it’s still reality. Come be with the rest of us, where we’re supposed to be. Many claim that I too live in a fantasy world, but even your fantasy world is a bit more far fetched.

Staniak: So you mean to tell me that demons, warlocks, witches and all of this stuff is more real than Mark Mania winning the APW World Heavyweight Championship? Why Nathaniel, how in the hell is that possible?

- Both men turn to look at each other for a moment, before they both bust out into laughter. -

Havok: You know, here lately, I thought that you might have lost your marbles, Stan. Now, now I see that you’re just as crazy as ever.

Staniak: Mark Mania winning the APW World Heavyweight Championship would be just like putting a silk hat on a pigs head! There’s just no need for it, and it makes no fucking sense! If Action Packed Wrestling was worried about ratings and interest in the company, they wouldn’t even give this guy a chance! You on the other hand, will bring more than just ratings back to Action Packed Wrestling! So much more!

Havok: What I can do for this company, is bring the sport of professional wrestling back! This company is filled with talented people, who go to the ring and excite the fans night in and night out. But none them can do it like the Enforcer of Sorrow can! Nathaniel Havok brought back this sport at a time when this sport was dying hopelessly! This business is more about the glitz and glamour now, and everyone is out to make their name famous! This business has nothing to do with the sport of professional wrestling anymore, rather it revolves around the world of sports entertainment! It’s God damn people like you Mark Mania, that make this business all about the bright lights and big cities! You wouldn’t waste your time wrestling in places like armory’s and high school gyms, just because you’re too good for that kind of thing! You think that you belong in the brightest spotlight possible at all times, and that’s what separates the two of us! Mark, I will wrestle anywhere, anytime, against anyone, all because of how much I love this damn business! You have no heart, nor do you have any passion for this business! Therefore, you don’t deserve that APW World Championship! You agenda is just as sickening as your passion, because the only reason you want that title is to make your name that much more popular! You don’t feel the same way that I do, because I’m a WRESTLER! That World Championship means more to me than anything else in my life, while all it means to you, is nothing but a bigger paycheck! You make me sick, and I cannot wait to show you how a real wrestler does battle this Sunday night at the pay per view!

Staniak: What kind of man calls himself an entertainer, but isn’t entertaining?

Havok: Mark Mania, plain and simple. You think you’re some kind of big shot? You think that you’ve got what it takes to get into the chamber and actually give it a go against the likes of the Enforcer of Sorrow? Then bring it! Do yourself a favor, shut the hell up, and bring your “A” game! That’s all you’ve got to do! No more foaming at the mouth, no more esophagus diarrhea, just follow my directions, shut up, and put everything that you’ve got onto the table this Sunday night. Because I too, will be going all in!

Staniak: Do you think that maybe he’s got an ace up his sleeve? Maybe he knows something that we don’t? It would only make sense if you ask me! I don’t see how this guy could ever think that he would stand a chance against the likes of you and Level-One! I mean, you two are the only two that are going to make this match worth watch.

Havok: Level-One and myself will be the last two standing in my prediction, but I’m saving Level-One for last. Right now, I’d like to talk about Young Mannie.

Staniak: Who?

Havok: Exactly. Young Mannie seems to think that he’s got some sort of legend in this business, as if anyone really cared about him in the first place! Mannie, the only thing you’ve done in this business is give your people a bad name! Being an Action Packed Wrestling Megastar means that you receive a pretty hefty paycheck every week. So why do you still purposely dress like you’re straight out of the ghetto? You should have more self respect than that, Mannie. You should have more common sense than to sag your pants below your waist and talk in slang like you don’t know any better! You’re a grown ass man, you’ve been all around the world and seen so many different things! So it begs the question, why? Is acting gangster your way of trying to intimidate the people that you face? Is it just a front that you put on for the APW audience and Megastars to make them think that you’ve got the streets in your soul? Face it, those streets that you claim to come from, I run them! Every tiny bit of evil that you see on the streets, was fueled by the Source of all Evil, and his plan to advance in this world! It’s people like you that my demons and I prey on the most, because you’re weak minded and impressionable. You’ll do anything to impress your homeboys, and anything to feel accepted by your community. But I understand, it’s survival of the fittest, you have to be liked and feared where you’re from! But let me ask you a question, who do you think made it that way?

Staniak: Nathaniel, are you racist?

Havok: Not in the slightest. You know that. But I remember a time way back when, when black people were united. It gave them a sense of pride to be a whole. These days, they are as divided as ever, and it’s all thanks to the demonic community!

Staniak: Care to elaborate?

Havok: The demonic community feeds off of trials and tribulations. We also feed on hatred and sorrow. These are all the things that a young black man such as Young Mannie faces on a daily basis in the ghetto. When demons find something easy to prey on, they milk it for all it’s worth! But to see a young man like Mannie find his way out of the ghetto and to the big leagues like Action Packed Wrestling, is truly a story that needs to be told! But to watch him as he doesn’t stray away from his trashy roots, is just God damn disgusting! Do you know what that tells me, Young Mannie? It tells me that you in no way, shape, or form deserve to be in this APW Heavyweight Championship match, let alone Action Packed Wrestling as a whole!

Staniak: Do you think he even cares about the title? Or do you think that he’s just out to get himself some of Level-One?

Havok: If he’s not in this match for the title, then he needs to just wait until after I am finished, and then pick up the pieces of Level-One that I leave behind! But since he’s going to be making his presence known anyways, I think that he should be focusing more on myself than the champion! Level-One even said it himself, Nathaniel Havok is the most dangerous person in this championship match! Now when the champion says something like that, you tend to want to listen! So what does that say for you, Young Mannie? Are you sure you want to put all of your attention on Lester? Take Level-One’s advice, and make sure that you remember who the dominant contender is in this match! Because if you decide that you’d like to be like Mark Mania and not make too big of a deal about me being in this match, you’re going to suffer the exact same fate, if not worse.

Staniak: Don’t forget about J.J. Evans!

Havok: How could I? He was one of my favorite characters on Good Times!

Staniak: No, I was talking about Criss Cassidy.

Havok: I know who you were talking about you stupid shit! Haven’t you ever heard of something called sarcasm?

- Nathaniel shakes his head. -

Havok: Criss Cassidy, how in the hell did you end up in this match? Oh yeah, that’s right, you did the same thing that I did! You moved people out of your way, and lucked yourself into the World Heavyweight Championship match at One Night in Hell! But while you did in fact do the same thing that I did to get into this match, your road to the Elimination Champion is far less impressive. I’m not going to take anything away from your talents, you’ve definitely fought your way to the top of the APW world. But I would like to argue the fact that you should be a favorite in this match. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, I’m walking out with the title. The only other person inside that chamber that could even stand a chance at winning, will be defending the title. You Criss Cassidy, shouldn’t be looked at as a favorite, yet you should be looked at as just another pawn. That’s all! And while I might have to get past you as well as everybody else in this match to win the gold, you are not the objective! You might be part of the objective, but the objective itself goes by the name of Level-One! So I will run through you just as quick as Mark Mania, just as quick as Young Mannie, and just as quick as that stuck up bitch, Sally Talfourd! You’re not championship material, and you never will be. Me, I am a champion, even without the gold! This business is littered with my past accomplishments and accolades, something that you could never, and will never be able to say! So what makes you think that you’ve got what it takes? What makes you think that you’re even anywhere close to the league of the Enforcer of Sorrow? The truth is that you’re not, and you never will be. So Sunday night after it’s all said and done, when you’re wondering why you’re wearing nothing but bumps, scrapes, and bruises, just remember that I warned you long before you even stepped into the demonic structure. I warned you, and I warned you good.

- Nathaniel starts to let out a slow chuckle as Staniak looks at him, confused. -

Havok: And then, then there is Level-One, the Action Packed Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion himself! Level-One and I have an understanding. He and I both know that no one besides the two of us deserve to be in this match at the pay per view! He also knows what I am capable of. It seems as if everyone else in this match, thinks that I shouldn’t be there except him. When the champion speaks, people listen. So when Level-One says that Nathaniel Havok is the most dangerous man in this match, it must be true! To get that much credit going into this match against the defending champion, means more to me than anything. But don’t get me wrong, I’m not kissing his ass in any way! Allow me to make it clear that while I have the highest respect for you, Level-One, I still know that I could beat you within an inch of your life, anytime that I damn well please! Lester, you and I have a whole hell of a lot in common when you really look at it. We’re both at the top of our game, we’re also the two best that Action Packed Wrestling has to offer. We’ve both had countless championship reigns, and we’re both known world around as the best in the business. But while we may be very similar, we’re also quite different. The difference between you and I is that you have qualities that make you vulnerable. Me, I don’t trust a damn soul. I never have, and I never will. You, you’ve got that human nature in your heart, where you truly do believe that you’re untouchable, so you trust yourself enough to know who is coming after you, and who isn’t. That’s where we differ, Level-One. While you roam this world with the ultimate prize, you’re still nothing but human. You have that nature, that instinct, and furthermore, that acceptance of failure. Me, I have none of the above, and that’s what makes me better than you! I will not accept failure, and I never have! The fact of the matter is that you get over it, while I get even! Yes, you and I have no history, and we’re starting with a clean slate! But I know your history all too well. I’ve seen your highs, and I have seen you at your lowest of lows. I know the exact place to hit you where it hurts, and that’s what I plan on doing! You can try as you must, but even you know it! I am better than you!

Staniak: Level-One wouldn’t have said the things that he said about you, if he didn’t know that his time as champion was just about up. I listened to what he had to say, and I could hear the doubt in his voice! The man knows that he’s not going to walk out of the pay per view with the title, and he also knows that he might not walk out at all. But furthermore, he knows that all of this will happen, thanks to you, the Enforcer of Sorrow.

Havok: Level-One has to be the best APW World Champion in the history of this company. He is a Hall of Fame caliber Megastar, who has definitely depended on himself to make his name well known. But Level-One also is a smart man. He knows when he’s bitten off more than he can chew. This, is one of those times, and Level-One knows it. Lester Only, you and I both know that the only reason you spoke so highly of me, is so that I will make sure we are the last two in this match. And while I would love for it to end up that way, I’m just going to go ahead and let you know that I will win this match, and that championship you hold so dear, by any means necessary. If that means that I have to eliminate you first if I have the opportunity, then I will. There’s nothing that you can do or say to try and change how I feel about this match, this company, or that World Heavyweight Championship. Truth be told though, I admire you. Level-One, I like you very much so. You’ve got the heart of a true champion, and you’re not afraid to get your hands dirty anytime that you have to. But again, you and I might be very similar, still we’re actually quite different. The fighting champion that you are, is still no match for the Source of all Evil that I am! You’ve been in the ring with the best, and the worst, just like I have. You’ve faced giants, you’ve fast legends, you’ve faced irresistible forces, and immovable objects. But the facts are the facts, and you’ve never faced the Source! When you step into the ring with the Source of all Evil, you’ve stepped into the ring with the most immortal of creatures. Just look at my track record since I’ve been in Action Packed Wrestling! Name a single soul in this company that has either pinned my shoulders to the mat, or made me tap out! Name one! Please!

- Nathaniel let’s out a quick chuckle before regaining his composure to continue. -

Havok: No one. NO ONE! Not a God damn soul has been able to pin or submit me, and you’re not going to be the first! My APW track record speaks volumes for why I was placed in this match, and the records don’t lie! Level-One, you’ve been beaten before, that can be proven. But when you look at my record in Action Packed Wrestling, no one has been able to keep me down! No one has been able to make me scream that I’ve had enough! No one has been able to do anything when they’ve been in the ring with me because no matter what, I never lose! I don’t know the first thing about losing, because it’s just something that I don’t do! You on the other hand, have done it before, you know how to cope with it! So when the pay per view is over, and you’ve lost your World Championship to yours truly, just suck it up, and invoke your rematch clause! No bitching, no moaning, no attacking, and no plotting. Just come to me man to man, and ask me for a rematch. Because you and I one on one, would truly tear the house down! But until then, just accept the fact that after One Night in Hell, you will be the former APW World Champion, thanks to the Enforcer of Sorrow, Nathaniel Havok!

Staniak: Level-One is one hell of a champion, but I think that you could do so much more for that belt.

Havok: Damn right I could! It’s time to bring honor, prestige, and respect back to the APW World Championship! Level-One is a hell of a champion, you’re right. But he hasn’t given the title the respect that it deserves! He’s almost there, but he just doesn’t have it all! He doesn’t have everything that it takes to completely represent Action packed Wrestling as their champion like the Enforcer of Sorrow does! But you can count on the fact that this Sunday night, that title will hold more value than it ever has, in all of its glorious history!

- Nathaniel smirks into the camera and then turns around. He walks to the opposite wall as Staniak looks at him confused. Nathaniel walks up to a headstone on the wall and lays his head on it. Staniak notices the name on the headstone, and flashes a smirk. -

Staniak: I didn’t notice that before, I really didn’t realize where we were.

Havok: If there’s one thing that I can do to draw Aiden Payne out of the shadows, this would be it. He wouldn’t dare allow the Source of all Evil to destroy his families mausoleum, that would make him much more than just a coward! That would make him a disappointment to his family, and his heritage.

Staniak: So is that what we’re really here to do? Draw him out?

Havok: You’ve got it! If setting fire to this mausoleum doesn’t draw him out, then nothing will!

Staniak: Setting fire to it?

Havok: It’s a figure of speech.

Staniak: Then what did you have in mind?

Havok: This.

- Nathaniel holds his hands in the air and the headstone in front of him explodes, shattering into a million different pieces. He then looks high into the air. -

Havok: Come on, Aiden! How did that feel?

- Nathaniel smirks at Staniak who is smirking at him right back. He then lifts his hands again, and another headstone shatters into pieces. -

Havok: I can do this until there aren’t any left! Or you can show a little spine and come stop me! It’s your choice!

- Right before Nathaniel is about to destroy another headstone, Aiden shimmers into the mausoleum. -

Aiden: You want me? You’ve got me! But not here!

Havok: Name the time, name the place!

Aiden: You want me? Come and get me!

- Aiden shimmers out of the mausoleum and Nathaniel looks at Staniak. -

Havok: Do you think that he saw you?

Staniak: I don’t think so, he didn’t take his eyes off of you, and besides, I’m sitting behind this center casket, I don’t think he would have been able to.

Havok: Good, good. You’re going to go out first.

Staniak: What? That’s suicide!

Havok: No! It’s not! He doesn’t know you’re a demon yet! Let’s keep it that way. He wont view you as a threat, he doesn’t know that you have any powers. But I want this to hurt, I want it to hurt bad. I’m going to let him get the upper hand on me. Right before he’s about to kill me, I want you to surprise him with a low voltage energy ball from behind.

Staniak: Are you sure he wont kill me right away?

Havok: No. He wont view you as any sort of threat. Besides, you two were buddies, I don’t think that he would take you out. He has nothing against you.

Staniak: Well, just to let you know, if he tries anything, I will fight back.

Havok: If he’s still the Aiden Payne I know, you wont stand a chance against him. No offence, but he’s been a demon longer.

Staniak: Then be there to save my ass.

- Staniak sits up from his position and bolts to the stairs of the mausoleum, quickly running out and exiting the grave house. Nathaniel walks up to the camera and turns it off, then shimmers out. -

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Friday, October 22, 2010
4:10AM
Stepp Cemetery, Indianapolis, Indiana[/b]

- Nathaniel waits outside of the mausoleum, watching Staniak as he looks around for Aiden. Aiden walks out of the trees, flashing a confusing look in the direction of Staniak. -

Aiden: Stan? What in the hell are you doing out here? Where’s Nathaniel?

Staniak: Nathaniel? Aiden, he’s dead. You killed him, remember?

Aiden: You mean to tell me that you don’t know? Seriously? After how close the two of you were, you’re going to stand here and tell me that you don’t know?

Staniak: Know? Know what?

Aiden: Tell me something, how in the hell did you get here?

Staniak: Act like you don’t know.

Aiden: No, I don’t. But I’d really like to.

Staniak: I don’t know. One minute I’m at my house, chilling with my mates, and the next second I’m here! I walked out of this mausoleum, which is a disaster by the way, and I find myself face to face with you. Now, you’re going to tell me that you don’t know anything about this?

Aiden: No, Stan. This is the work of your brother.

Staniak: How? He’s dead!

- Nathaniel comes out from the bushes, ready for a fight. -

Havok: No Stan, I’m not.

- Nathaniel throws a fireball in the direction of Aiden and Staniak, and both men go diving out of the way. Nathaniel finds safety behind a headstone, as Aiden and Nathaniel take turns trying to kill the other with fireballs. Nathaniel looks over to Staniak who is standing there, worried that Nathaniel might not be ready for this. Nathaniel then winks at Staniak, and stands up exposing his body to fireball attacks. Aiden chucks a fireball at him, as it connects, Nathaniel hit’s the ground. -

Aiden: Good, he’s not dead! I’m going to enjoy this!

- Aiden slowly walks up to Nathaniel who is laid out on the cold, hard ground below. He stands over Nathaniel as Staniak sneaks up behind Aiden. -

Aiden: Did you think that you were going to get away with it? You didn’t think that I’d be able to make my way out of the Wasteland? Come on Nathaniel, I learned from the best! I learned everything I know, from you! Now, with you out of the way once and for all, I will be the best once again!

- Staniak is about to grab the hand of Aiden, however he is cut off and snatched up from behind. Aiden turns around with a smirk on his face. -

Aiden: Did you think that I wouldn’t expect this? Did you think that I wouldn’t be ready for some plan? No. Nathaniel is a mastermind! The only way to defeat him, is to outsmart him! Now, while that might be easier said than done, it looks like I win this time!

- The person who snatched up Staniak, finally lets him go. Aiden stands beside his accomplice with a smirk on his face. Staniak kneels down to check on Nathaniel, who is presumably out cold. -

Aiden: Stan, I’d like you to meet my new best friend. He’s a former member of my Brotherhood, as well as a former member of Nathaniel’s Brotherhood. Staniak, I’d like to introduce you to Barbas.

Barbas: I’m delighted to make your acquaintance.

Staniak: Barbas? How? Nathaniel just killed you!

Aiden: Yeah, and that was the plan all along. You see, ever since Nathaniel vanquished me, Barbas and I have been planning my return. Nathaniel made a lucky guess when he vanquished Barbas, but it just wasn’t soon enough. I had enough information to make my return, and now look at us! We stand, while Nathaniel, well, he’s about to not have legs to stand on. Now, if you were smart, you’d join me.

Staniak: Kiss my ass!

Aiden: Come on, Stan! We’re boys! We always were! If you think Nathaniel promised you the world, it’s nothing compared to what I’ll do for you! I’ll give you everything that you’ve ever wanted, no matter the price! You want it? It’s yours! Just come join me! Be a member of my brotherhood!

- Staniak continues to check on Nathaniel, all the while keeping his eye on Aiden and Barbas. Little do Aiden and Barbas know, but Trixie and Kevin have shimmered in right behind them. -

Aiden: Come on! There isn’t much to think about, if you ask me! You can either join me, or you can suffer the same fate as your brother! You see this? You see this mausoleum? This thing that you walked out of! Do you know what it is? This mausoleum belongs to my family! Nathaniel destroyed it, and I’m sure you had something to do with it. So this is your one and only chance to save your own life, before I take it!

Barbas: Come on, Stan! We can be buds! You and me, ruling the Underworld beside our new liege! It seems like a no-brainer to me. Come to us, and be apart of absolute power!

Trixie: Absolute power this!

- Both Barbas and Aiden turn around in shock. Trixie throws a vanquishing potion at Barbas, who explodes after a few moments of excruciating pain. Aiden now stands alone, circled by the members of Nathaniel’s Brotherhood. -

Aiden: No, don’t do it! Kevin! You and I are close! You practically raised me! You can’t kill me! You wont!

Kevin: Yeah, I did, didn’t I? Nathaniel and I taught you everything that you know! But what we never taught you, was to trade on your friends and family!

Aiden: I did it for my people! Nathaniel has no right to be the Source! He’s weak!

Kevin: He needed your help, and you turned your back on him! But it worked, I’ll tell you that! Now he’s back, and better than ever!

Aiden: Yeah, I can clearly see that. He’s laying on the ground over there. It’s obvious that he doesn’t have what it takes?

Havok: Is that right?

- Aiden turns back around once again in shock as Nathaniel has made it to his feet. -

Havok: How dare you? I trusted you! I treated you like a brother! Everything that you’ve ever had in life is thanks to me, and Kevin! But it wasn’t enough, was it? You had to make sure that you took me for everything that I had, including my life! You could have been great, one of the best demons in history! But you had to go and turn your back on the people that made you! It’s almost sad, really. I feel like maybe I should spare you, to see if we can’t work this thing out.

- Aiden lets out a sigh of relief, showing pain and anguish on his face. -

Havok: Then again, maybe not.

- Nathaniel throws a fireball at Aiden who begins to convulse before exploding and vanishing in thin air. Nathaniel smirks at the Brotherhood who are all smiling right back at him. -

Havok: I’m glad that’s over. Now, let’s get the hell out of here.

- Nathaniel puts his arm around Trixie and the Brotherhood begins to walk up the hill, away from the mausoleum. -

Trixie: Nathaniel?

Havok: What?

Trixie: Now let's have a happy ending.

Staniak: Boing!

Trixie: Nathaniel knows what I'm talking about.

Havok: Trust me, Aiden Payne's demise is only the beginning. I'd never let it be for not.

Trixie: That's my man.