Post by Nathaniel Havok on May 21, 2011 5:08:25 GMT -4
Source: Pro Wrastlin’ Insider
Voice: Looking for me?
Havok: For over a month now, I have had to listen to it time after time. I have had to listen to people tell me left and right, and have read it numerous times from marks all across the internet. People have been trying to get into my ear, trying to plan it in my brain! Too bad it’s not working! They tell me that I don’t have what it takes anymore, that I don’t stand a chance in hell Sunday night of beating Jacob Whitehead! I’ve been told that my last two Overdrive matches should be proof. That while they were the best matches on the card both weeks, I still lost, and that should be proof enough. What kind of bullshit is that? You see, wrestling marks around the world think that just because they’ve seen the movie “Beyond the Mat”, and read about all the politics of the business on the internet, that they know everything there is to know about professional wrestling. It’s going to give me great pleasure right now to be the one that bursts your bubbles! Face it! The majority of you are in your twenties, still virgins, fat, lazy, living in moms basement, playing World of Warcraft, and only date females that you can Google image. Then five minutes after you expand the picture, you break up with her by hitting the big “x” on your browser window before mommy walks in and catches you. Therefore I ask you, what in the hell do you really know about professional wrestling? Me, I’ve done this for a long, long time! Since I was sixteen years old, I’ve been in a professional wrestling ring, in one capacity or another! The closest any of you internet marks ever get is when you pull out your Nathaniel Havok *Nathaniel puts up his hands to use quotations* “action figures” and kick the shit out of your President Jeff “action figures”, in your toy APW rings! You overweight virgins could never understand what we go through in this business! You only think you know! So allow me to enlighten you all just a bit.
Havok: My name is Nathaniel Jacobs, but you know me as Nathaniel Havok. I used to have a son, though he was viciously murdered by my enemies while I was out of town wrestling for you very same marks. Looking back on his short life, I wish I would have spent more time with him. However I was convinced by so many people that you marks were worth missing that precious time. I was told that pandering to you while my son grew up without me there, would give him a better life, and would pay me back in the end thanks to all of you. Boy, was that a crock of shit. Truth be told, I blame each and every professional wrestling fan for what happened to my son! Because of all of you, I have to live with the burden of guilt for the rest of my days! I spent countless nights pandering to all of you, thinking that your approval would catapult me to heights I had never seen before. But, in the end, what did it get me? Now, I would say that it got me nothing, but that wouldn’t be completely true, now would it. No, it wouldn’t. I did get something from you fans, but it wasn’t anything that I thought it would be. Pandering to each and every one of you brought me nothing but pain, heartache, grief, and despair. Trust me, I’ve learned that lesson once, it wont need to be taught to me again.
Havok: How would any of you marks feel if your work enabled you from protecting the ones you love? That is, if you have a job. How would it make you feel if your jobs were so demanding, that you couldn’t be there for your son as he inhaled his last breath? It all could have been avoided if it wasn’t for being convinced that all of you fans would bring me more joy than anything else in life. In the past year and a half however, I have learned through experience that it brings me great joy to make you people sick to your stomachs! When I turned on you people, it felt good, DAMN good! It was the best decision that I have ever made, and I would do it again in a heartbeat! But back on topic, this is exactly what I mean when I say that you fat mommas boys have no true clue! I hurt every damn day of my life, just like every other man and woman in the locker room! I’ve lost teeth, blood, sleep, tears, sweat, years off of my career, and possibly years off of my life in general, just for all of you fans out there! Did you ever care? No! Why? Because you have no fucking clue what we go through! But to tell you the truth, that’s exactly what truly motivated me to come back a little over a month ago! I missed it, I really missed it! I missed making you marks so God damn mad that you wanted to kill me! I had to come back, just to get my fix! Did you ever really think that I was coming back for any of you? Did you truly think that Nathaniel Havok came back to prove to all of you that I’ve still got it? I could give a shit less what any of you think! Face it! Your opinions haven’t mattered to me for quite sometime now, and they never will again! Those days are dead and gone, get used to it! But that’s the real reason you people hate me! You hate me because I turned on you, before you could turn on me! I beat you all to the punch, and it makes you so damn mad that none of you can look at my face without seeing red!
Havok: It’s a damn shame, isn’t it? But lets go ahead and get it all out there, why don’t we? Truth is, yes, you people hate me because I turned on you and beat you to the punch. But furthermore, you hate me even more because the excuse “he doesn’t have it anymore”, isn’t working. Like I said, I could care less what any of you have to say. If someone like the legendary, Jesse Nunez *Nathaniel tries to continue, but lets out a little chuckle* were to come up to me and tell me that he thinks I should hang up the boots, I might take it into consideration. Jesse Nunez is a *Nathaniel chuckles again* stand up guy, and a *yet again, another chuckle* true legend of this business!
Havok: Okay, obviously, I’m bullshitting you right now. But truthfully, I’d take the advice of someone like Jesse Nunez over any of you professional wrestling marks! He might suck more than Brandon Harvey on a payday Friday night, but at least he knows what goes on in this business! Like I said, you think you know, but none of you have a clue, nor will you ever! The Jim Cornette’s, Jim Ross’s, Vince Russo’s, and other fat and out of shape personalities in this business are very few and far between! None of you will every be them, or be in the positions they have been in! Furthermore, the Mick Foley’s, Fatu’s, Bundy’s, and Vader’s of this business, aren’t really too appealing anymore in this business. So it looks like you’re all reduced to television, internet, and audience seats, aren’t you? Too damn bad for all of you, but it’s for the best. For the sake of this business, anyways. But all of this, all the marks, all the talk, all of the God damn criticism I’ve received in the past year and a half, is exactly why I did what I did to Jacob Whitehead. You see, I knew that to shut up the critics, I had to take out the biggest newcomer in Action Packed Wrestling. I had to prove that APW is still the house of Havok! No new guy is going to come in and put fear into the hearts of men and woman like I do! So I had to prove to everyone around the world that Jacob Whitehead is nothing more than another wrestler! He is no Nathaniel Havok, he’s no Sally Talfourd, and he’s no Level-One! Before I left, Sally Talfourd and Level-One got all they could handle of the Enforcer of Sorrow. Therefore, I wanted to come back in the exact same capacity as I was in before I left! To do that, I had to make my dominance clear, and I did just that!
Havok: Funny thing is, when I did what I did to Jacob Whitehead, the criticism didn’t stop. As a matter of fact, it got worse! All over the place, people were saying that this will be my final resting place in professional wrestling, that I wont make it out of this feud. But trust me, these past two weeks mean nothing, and the Enforcer of Sorrow is just getting started! It’s like I’ve said from the get-go! It starts with Jacob Whitehead! That’s only where it starts, because I am far from done! Jacob Whitehead, you have no damn idea what you’ve gotten yourself into! When I attacked you for the first time, it wasn’t to get your attention, it was for the soul purpose of getting everyone’s attention. You shouldn’t have flattered yourself by responding with an attack of your own, because it’s only going to lead to more pain for you and that little slut you attempt to pass off as a woman. Furthermore Jacob, you should have never brought Jeff into this. I know it was your idea, get the boss involved to distract me from beating your ass, it was a damn good idea! Hell, if I had my lips on his ass all the time, I might have thought about it too! But it’s not going to work, and you’ll soon find that out. Take President Jeff out of your ear, and out of the equation, and you’ve got absolutely nothing! Go ahead and let your buddy Jeff know that if he gets in my way Sunday night at the pay per view, I will do exactly that, take him out of the equation! I don’t care if it costs me my job, or if I get demoted to catering. It will be worth it to get my hands around his little bitty neck! But I’m sure he’ll be smart about it, I’m sure he just wants to serve as a distraction in your favor, and doesn’t really want to get involved. Therefore, you already do have nothing! When we get into the ring to face off at Mayhem, I have a feeling that it’s going to hit you right as the bell rings. People say I don’t have what it takes to beat you? Child, please! The facts are facts my friend, and the facts are that based on my past endeavors, you[/I][/color] don’t have what it takes to beat me[/I][/color]. You’ve tried everything that you can, even assaulting me with a deadly weapon! But nothing is going to be able to stop me from taking it right to you Sunday night, and beating your big ass right in the middle of that ring! You and I have only had contact outside of a sanctioned match, therefore it’s been one quick sneak attack, right after the other, hasn’t it? So what in your right mind makes you believe that you’ve got what it takes to beat a true legend in this business? Apparently I pissed you off after what I did upon my return, but you’re not seeing the big picture like you should be! Whitehead, all I did was put you in your fucking place! You’re as green as grass in the month of May! You lack the experience, and the in-ring ability to be able to take me out. But most of all, you lack that killer instinct. That killer instinct that only comes along with years of experience in this business! Every professional wrestler gets it after about five or six years. You get to the point where your body is always in pain from the last brawl that you were in. You get so desperate to end the match and the pain, that you’ll do anything to anybody! Right now, you’ve still got your innocence. You’re still at the point, where you don’t have what it takes to truly injure someone. In other words Whitehead, you’re still a little boy. But don’t worry, there’s no need for concern. Because while you should have just taken your beating like a man and went on with life, you decided to opt for vengeance, therefore garnering my undivided attention. In the risk of being a little too cliché, stepping into the ring with the Enforcer of Sorrow, Nathaniel Havok, will[/b][/color] make you a man. Soon, your balls will finally drop, but you’re going to have to take the ass kicking of your life before that can happen, and I’ll make sure it does at the pay per view. But with becoming a man being the only positive you’ll get out of this match, I can’t help but wonder. Why? Why risk it, Jacob? You’re so young, so talented, yet you see fit to go ahead and commit career suicide this Sunday night, by stepping into the ring with me. While you should have turned the other cheek and walked away like an intelligent young lad, you chose to fight back after all I did was put you in your place. Not a wise decision, if you ask me. But of course, you wont ask me. Yet, you’ll take the opinion of that ring-rat you call a girlfriend? Thus, you prove my point for me. You’re just as green as the grass grows![/color]
Havok: Something else about this entire situation, seems to be eating at me though. I can’t quite wrap my mind around the fact that you seem so confident when you look into my eyes. I have to admit to you, I like it. I like it a lot. I think that I picked the right giant to pick on, upon my return. Take that as a compliment, even though your ego might not let you. Anywho, I’ve racked my mind constantly since you got your initial taste of vengeance, and I can only come up with a few reasons. Number one, maybe you’re just that brave. Hell, I would be if I were in your shoes, but I also know which fights to pick. Thus, if the roles were reversed, I’d go after you. To Nathaniel Havok, you’re easy pickings, kid. Nevertheless, Number two is the more logical of the two. The second option would be because you’re just that dumb. Now, I hate to stereotype, I usually don’t do that because I hate everybody equally. However, I’ve heard of the stupid giant before, but you definitely have to take the cake on this one. Whitehead, I know that people have told you before, because I know for sure I’ve heard others be told before. Nathaniel Havok, isn’t really the guy you want to get into the ring with. I’ve heard it before, and I’ve seen it time and time again. Wrestlers like you, you think that you’ve got it all figured out. Your thoughts are that your strength and stature will get you through. Newsflash dilweed, you’re going up against a living legend. Check the record books ya’ big dummy! Nathaniel Havok has ran through more wrestlers in the ring, than Elizabeth does while you’re in the shower!
Havok: That really gets to you, doesn’t it Whitehead? The fact that I’ve been trashing Elizabeth so bad that you’d love nothing more than to punch the living daylights out of me, yet you know you can’t? But don’t fret too long, you’ll get your chance Sunday. However Jacob, until then, allow me to tell you what I really think of that she-beast. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve heard of any Sasquatch sightings, but I have to be honest. The first time I saw her, I really thought that I should call the Unsolved Mysteries crew! What a hell of a story that would have been, right? Man sights Sasquatch at wrestling event…I can see it now.
Havok: Seriously though Whitehead, I meant what I said when I told you that it will be Liz that leads to your downfall. Now, I might have been being sarcastic with the sexually transmitted diseases comment I made last Thursday, then again, maybe not. However, STD’s or not, she’s going to ruin your career as well. Sure, right now you’re kicking ass and taking names, and I applaud you for it. But soon, Liz is going to not only get ballsy, but she’s going to get cocky. Soon, she’ll be putting herself into harms way, messing things up and distracting you, until she single handedly ruins your very existence in Action Packed Wrestling. They always say that love is blind, and in your case, it couldn’t be anymore true. You see Liz as a rose. No, no, better yet, a black orchid. To you, she’s beautiful! She’s everything beautiful to you, not to mention spicy, full of fire, desire, and passion! But the sad truth is Jacob, black orchids are the flower of the black soul. In time, she will eventually suck you dry, take everything you’ve got including[/b][/color] your career, and leave you when she feels that you have nothing left to give her! When the time comes and you have nothing left to keep her around, she’ll be gone faster than a crackhead when the police show up. But I know that you’re not going to listen to me, why would you. Like I said, you’re blind. She’s going to end you, and when she does, shoot me an apology, would you? Whitehead, I know in the back of that pea-sized brain you’ve got, you know that I’m telling you the truth. You know damn well that right now, I’m being as honest as I could ever be with you. I mean what I’ve said. Jacob, I don’t like you, and I don’t respect you, but I will give you a piece of advise. Run! Run as far away from that she-beast as you can! It’s like I said, do it now, before she leaves you with nothing. But if you have to stick it out, you might want to do yourself a huge favor. Keep her out of your wrestling life. She doesn’t belong there. What does she know about what you do? It’s not like she can help you in a coaching capacity, right? Leave her at home, where she should be in the first place.[/color]
Havok: Okay, that last part was a cheap shot, I’ll be man enough to admit it. But I’m only trying to give you some advise, Jake. That’s all I’m trying to do. Knowing that you’re going to take it offensive really gets to me though, Jake. Have you no respect? First, I try to put you in your place. But instead of stepping aside and respecting your superior, you decided to disrespect me by using a weapon that even I would never bring to the ring. Statement made, good job. However you should have used the knife on the end of that thing, and you should have finished the job. Killing me would have been the only way of stopping me, and I think that you already know that.
Havok: Do you see these? Do you see what you did to me you big, stupid son of a bitch? Rather than treating these wounds, I’ve allowed them to stay exposed and heal on there own, just for these next few days! Jacob Whitehead, every time I look into the mirror, I see these gashes that you put on my face, and it makes me hate you that much more. Come Sunday, they’ll still be there, and come Sunday, I’ll hate you even more than I do right now. Jacob Whitehead, it takes a whole hell of a lot of hate to be the Source of all Evil, and the hate that I possess for you is fueled by the hatred being magnified inside of my soul. As it stands Jacob, I wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire. After what you did to me, I’d pour gas on that damn inferno! It’s obvious to me, that you have no clue what you’ve gone and done by using a trench spike to carry out your revenge! All you’ve done, is awoken a sleeping beast. You want to use a trench spike to show these people exactly how sick and twisted you can be? Well let me tell you, you chose the wrong guy to try and prove that point against. Jacob Whitehead, I am as sick and sadistic, as twisted and troubled as anybody that you’ve ever came into contact with in your life! Yourself included! I have made a career out of mangling those who oppose me, and you’re not going to be any kind of exception! To be able to grasp this concept, you’re going to have to come to terms with a few things. Realize that I am the Source, the all powerful, the Omega. Then, realize that what you did to me, is nothing compared to things that I have done to less fortunate people of my past. Come to terms with the fact that your career could very well be thrown off track this Sunday night at Mayhem, if not brought to a screeching halt. Now I wouldn’t put it past me to end your career, my friend. I’m sure you know that I’ve ended countless careers in my day. But keep in mind that this is still my time, and that I’m in the prime of my career! Twenty six years old, thirteen time World Heavyweight Champion, and ten years of experience in this business that I love! What do you have? A year? Maybe two? A couple of wins in a large promotion, other than that everything else you’ve ever done in various promotions means absolutely dick? Is that all you’ve got? Man, you need something major to bring to the table. Laying to rest the Enforcer of Sorrow would surly help your career, wouldn’t it? But keep dreaming, it’s not going to happen. Not in this lifetime, or any other for that matter. It’s inevitable Whitehead, you’re bound to fail this Sunday. Now, I’m hoping that after I put you in your place once again Sunday night, that you’ll be smart enough to move on and stop poking mean dogs with sharp sticks. Truth be told Jacob, I’m doing you a favor here. When I was young and on the come-up, my ego got the best of me as well. It wasn’t long before the crafty veteran came along and put me back in my place. Now it’s my turn to do the same for you. My first statement apparently fell upon deaf ears, therefore I will try again. But Whitehead, if you’re able to make it out of this match with your career still intact, and you still don’t get the hint, I’ll have no problem with doing it again. But if this were to happen a second time, I can assure you that you wouldn’t be able to make it out of a second match with the Enforcer of Sorrow.
Havok: I want you to do me a favor, kid. I don’t know how good of a student you were back in school, but this assignment has to do with wrestling history, a subject you should be interested in. Do me a favor and look back into my history. There’s only so much that I can tell you, Whitehead. The rest you’re going to have to find out on your own. Because no matter how much I hate to admit it, I know that everything I’m saying to you is going in one ear, and right out the other. Trust me, I know that you could care less about what I have to say, because I feel the exact same about you. But all I have been trying to do is give you advise. Be it in my own sick, little way. However, the only reason I’ve been doing what I have been doing, is to help you out in the long run! Chalk this Sunday night up as a lesson learned, and never forget the lesson that you’re taught. Life is full of lessons that you should hold dear to the heart, and this would be one of them. The moral of the story, you might ask? The moral of the story is to never bite off more than you can chew, because it’s never about the size of the dog in the fight, it’s always about the size of the fight in the dog. I can understand your position, though. You’re a giant! I’m fairly certain that you’ve never had much competition in a fight. But the problem is that no one you’ve ever faced has been named Nathaniel Havok. Trust me Whitehead, I’m like no man you’ve ever been face to face with before. Until you get into the ring with me, you have no idea what pure evil really is. Standing across the ring from the Enforcer of Sorrow will change you. Because it’s at that very moment that you will realize that there is no way out. By the time you think about leaving and calling the match off, it’s going to be too late. Once I get my hands on you, I’m not going to let go until I feel that you’ve learned your lesson. But I get the feeling that with as hard headed as you are Jacob, I’m going to be beating on your for quite some time. Don’t get me wrong though, this little tiff has been fun, Jake. I have enjoyed the back and forth for the past couple of weeks. But this Sunday, I pull the trigger on Old Yeller, and end this shit for good! No more sneak attacks on one another, no more jibber jabber, the games are over! Just you and me, one on one, mano-a-mano! Leave that bitch in the back, and it would make it that much better! With her not out there to kill the buzz and spoil the party, it would truly be a match with no excuses in the end. I want this to be as fair as possible, that way after I beat your ass up and down that ring Sunday night, you wont be able to use any excuses. I’m going to take great pride and joy in humiliating you, come Mayhem! I really hope that you soon garner the knowledge to understand what’s about to happen to you! I think it’s time you admitted it to everybody, Jacob. But more than that, I think it’s time that you admitted it to yourself. This time, you’re not going to win. Because deep down in the pit of your stomach, you can feel it. It’s there, but it wont surface until time has expired. You can feel deep down, that you don’t have what it takes to keep the Enforcer of Sorrow down for the count. I know that you’ve got a feeling, you’re just not ready to admit it. Without Elizabeth and Jeff out there to assist you, I believe that you’d stand no chance in hell. You and me, one on one? There’s not a doubt in my mind that if that were the case, I would be the one walking out of the arena with a dash in the win column. So why don’t you make it happen? Why don’t you nut up, and tell both Jeff and Elizabeth to stay the hell away from the ring Sunday night. Rest assured that I will have no problem hog-tying your girlfriend again, as I’m sure she’d really enjoy it. But have no doubt in your mind that if Jeff gets involved on your behalf, I will not only be out for his blood, but I will put his ass in a hospital bed. Boss or not, paycheck or not, it doesn’t matter to me. No one is going to stand in my way, and I’ll be damned if I let a has-been like President Jeff steal a win right out from under my feet!
Havok: The stage is set, Whitehead! There’s no looking back now! You are destined to step into the ring with me Sunday night, and learn one of life’s hardest lessons. While the lesson we’ve been hearing about is to never bite off more than you can chew, that’s not going to be the ultimate lesson at the end of your night this Sunday. After you’ve come to, and realize that you’ve just been humiliated on a bigger stage than Thursday Night Overdrive, you’ll realize that never again, nor should you ever have messed with the Enforcer of Sorrow, Nathaniel Havok. A lot has been said and done between you and I over the past month, and I’ve enjoyed every minute of it. But it’s time for me to move on. It’s time for Nathaniel Havok to put an end to Jacob Whitehead, once and for all. Choose to listen to me, or choose to not, it doesn’t matter one way or the other to me. Just know that I’ll have no problem telling you that I told you so.
Havok: Havok has spoken.
Rumor circulating around the internet earlier today, was that Nathaniel Havok had posted a special treat for everyone on APW.com…
In his promo spot, Nathaniel discusses many issues of his past, and present. His main focus however, was the match he has with Jacob Whitehead at the pay per view, and his future plans involving President Jeff, as well as the Xtreme Championship.
As we all know, Nathaniel has already made it clear what he is after now that he has returned, and he has already shown that he will stop at nothing to get what he wants. Right now, Havok is beginning a slump, suffering two straight losses in a row. Two weeks ago on Overdrive, Nathaniel lost a hard fought and rather close match up to the fast rising Biff Riboflavin. Then, this past Thursday, Nathaniel had a quite similar match with Matt Weatherlight, ending in the same results. Both matches were grueling, and could have gone either way, but Nathaniel Havok fell victim to both men.
At the pay per view, as stated above, the Enforcer of Sorrow will go one on one with Jacob Whitehead. These two have been going at it since Nathaniel returned to the ring last month, attacking Whitehead after his match. Rumors have been flying around saying that President Jeff is working behind the scenes with one of the two, however no one knows exactly which man he’s going to be pulling for this Sunday at the pay per view.
With all of this being taken into consideration, I absolutely had to check this promo out for myself. I have to tell you, I wasn’t disappointed. Nathaniel keeps you enthralled from the first second, to the very last. Check it out for yourself, it looks like the feud with Whitehead and Havok, could just be getting started…
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The scene opens up outside of a beautiful neighborhood. The streets are lit up by large light poles, that are very nicely lined up as you look down the road. As the cameras pan around the neighborhood, you can tell that this suburban neighborhood is filled with happy, somewhat wealthy families. The sky above this beautiful neighborhood is pitch black. A full moon can be seen shining bright off in the distance as rain pounds the empty streets below. A shadow can be seen slowly walking down the street, getting closer and closer to the camera with each step. A figure can soon be seen as more than just a silhouette, as we can now see this man is wearing a long, black rain/trench coat. He stops dead in his tracks about one hundred feet from the cameras. The figure stares at them for a few seconds, before turning around and walking away from the cameras. The figure cuts a sharp left turn between two houses, and the cameras take off down the street to follow. When the cameras make their way between the two houses that the figure had once ran through, the figure is nowhere in sight. All of the sudden, a voice can be heard coming from behind the cameramen.
[/i]In his promo spot, Nathaniel discusses many issues of his past, and present. His main focus however, was the match he has with Jacob Whitehead at the pay per view, and his future plans involving President Jeff, as well as the Xtreme Championship.
As we all know, Nathaniel has already made it clear what he is after now that he has returned, and he has already shown that he will stop at nothing to get what he wants. Right now, Havok is beginning a slump, suffering two straight losses in a row. Two weeks ago on Overdrive, Nathaniel lost a hard fought and rather close match up to the fast rising Biff Riboflavin. Then, this past Thursday, Nathaniel had a quite similar match with Matt Weatherlight, ending in the same results. Both matches were grueling, and could have gone either way, but Nathaniel Havok fell victim to both men.
At the pay per view, as stated above, the Enforcer of Sorrow will go one on one with Jacob Whitehead. These two have been going at it since Nathaniel returned to the ring last month, attacking Whitehead after his match. Rumors have been flying around saying that President Jeff is working behind the scenes with one of the two, however no one knows exactly which man he’s going to be pulling for this Sunday at the pay per view.
With all of this being taken into consideration, I absolutely had to check this promo out for myself. I have to tell you, I wasn’t disappointed. Nathaniel keeps you enthralled from the first second, to the very last. Check it out for yourself, it looks like the feud with Whitehead and Havok, could just be getting started…
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The scene opens up outside of a beautiful neighborhood. The streets are lit up by large light poles, that are very nicely lined up as you look down the road. As the cameras pan around the neighborhood, you can tell that this suburban neighborhood is filled with happy, somewhat wealthy families. The sky above this beautiful neighborhood is pitch black. A full moon can be seen shining bright off in the distance as rain pounds the empty streets below. A shadow can be seen slowly walking down the street, getting closer and closer to the camera with each step. A figure can soon be seen as more than just a silhouette, as we can now see this man is wearing a long, black rain/trench coat. He stops dead in his tracks about one hundred feet from the cameras. The figure stares at them for a few seconds, before turning around and walking away from the cameras. The figure cuts a sharp left turn between two houses, and the cameras take off down the street to follow. When the cameras make their way between the two houses that the figure had once ran through, the figure is nowhere in sight. All of the sudden, a voice can be heard coming from behind the cameramen.
Voice: Looking for me?
The cameras immediately do a one eighty to find the figure standing right behind them, only this time we know who it is. Standing in front of the cameras now is none other than a soaking wet, Enforcer of Sorrow, Nathaniel Havok. He gives an evil chuckle, knowing that he has just scared the living daylights out of the cameramen, but is able to regain his composure to address his soon to be internet audience.
Havok: For over a month now, I have had to listen to it time after time. I have had to listen to people tell me left and right, and have read it numerous times from marks all across the internet. People have been trying to get into my ear, trying to plan it in my brain! Too bad it’s not working! They tell me that I don’t have what it takes anymore, that I don’t stand a chance in hell Sunday night of beating Jacob Whitehead! I’ve been told that my last two Overdrive matches should be proof. That while they were the best matches on the card both weeks, I still lost, and that should be proof enough. What kind of bullshit is that? You see, wrestling marks around the world think that just because they’ve seen the movie “Beyond the Mat”, and read about all the politics of the business on the internet, that they know everything there is to know about professional wrestling. It’s going to give me great pleasure right now to be the one that bursts your bubbles! Face it! The majority of you are in your twenties, still virgins, fat, lazy, living in moms basement, playing World of Warcraft, and only date females that you can Google image. Then five minutes after you expand the picture, you break up with her by hitting the big “x” on your browser window before mommy walks in and catches you. Therefore I ask you, what in the hell do you really know about professional wrestling? Me, I’ve done this for a long, long time! Since I was sixteen years old, I’ve been in a professional wrestling ring, in one capacity or another! The closest any of you internet marks ever get is when you pull out your Nathaniel Havok *Nathaniel puts up his hands to use quotations* “action figures” and kick the shit out of your President Jeff “action figures”, in your toy APW rings! You overweight virgins could never understand what we go through in this business! You only think you know! So allow me to enlighten you all just a bit.
Nathaniel adjusts his posture, placing his hands behind his back, standing at attention in front of the camera.
Havok: My name is Nathaniel Jacobs, but you know me as Nathaniel Havok. I used to have a son, though he was viciously murdered by my enemies while I was out of town wrestling for you very same marks. Looking back on his short life, I wish I would have spent more time with him. However I was convinced by so many people that you marks were worth missing that precious time. I was told that pandering to you while my son grew up without me there, would give him a better life, and would pay me back in the end thanks to all of you. Boy, was that a crock of shit. Truth be told, I blame each and every professional wrestling fan for what happened to my son! Because of all of you, I have to live with the burden of guilt for the rest of my days! I spent countless nights pandering to all of you, thinking that your approval would catapult me to heights I had never seen before. But, in the end, what did it get me? Now, I would say that it got me nothing, but that wouldn’t be completely true, now would it. No, it wouldn’t. I did get something from you fans, but it wasn’t anything that I thought it would be. Pandering to each and every one of you brought me nothing but pain, heartache, grief, and despair. Trust me, I’ve learned that lesson once, it wont need to be taught to me again.
Nathaniel puts his hands back at his side and continues on with his normal posture.
Havok: How would any of you marks feel if your work enabled you from protecting the ones you love? That is, if you have a job. How would it make you feel if your jobs were so demanding, that you couldn’t be there for your son as he inhaled his last breath? It all could have been avoided if it wasn’t for being convinced that all of you fans would bring me more joy than anything else in life. In the past year and a half however, I have learned through experience that it brings me great joy to make you people sick to your stomachs! When I turned on you people, it felt good, DAMN good! It was the best decision that I have ever made, and I would do it again in a heartbeat! But back on topic, this is exactly what I mean when I say that you fat mommas boys have no true clue! I hurt every damn day of my life, just like every other man and woman in the locker room! I’ve lost teeth, blood, sleep, tears, sweat, years off of my career, and possibly years off of my life in general, just for all of you fans out there! Did you ever care? No! Why? Because you have no fucking clue what we go through! But to tell you the truth, that’s exactly what truly motivated me to come back a little over a month ago! I missed it, I really missed it! I missed making you marks so God damn mad that you wanted to kill me! I had to come back, just to get my fix! Did you ever really think that I was coming back for any of you? Did you truly think that Nathaniel Havok came back to prove to all of you that I’ve still got it? I could give a shit less what any of you think! Face it! Your opinions haven’t mattered to me for quite sometime now, and they never will again! Those days are dead and gone, get used to it! But that’s the real reason you people hate me! You hate me because I turned on you, before you could turn on me! I beat you all to the punch, and it makes you so damn mad that none of you can look at my face without seeing red!
Nathaniel chuckles.
Havok: It’s a damn shame, isn’t it? But lets go ahead and get it all out there, why don’t we? Truth is, yes, you people hate me because I turned on you and beat you to the punch. But furthermore, you hate me even more because the excuse “he doesn’t have it anymore”, isn’t working. Like I said, I could care less what any of you have to say. If someone like the legendary, Jesse Nunez *Nathaniel tries to continue, but lets out a little chuckle* were to come up to me and tell me that he thinks I should hang up the boots, I might take it into consideration. Jesse Nunez is a *Nathaniel chuckles again* stand up guy, and a *yet again, another chuckle* true legend of this business!
Nathaniel looks into the camera, holding back laughter. It boils to the point where he cannot take it anymore, and he immediately bursts into a hysterical laughter. After a few moments of laughter, Nathaniel is able to get back on track.
Havok: Okay, obviously, I’m bullshitting you right now. But truthfully, I’d take the advice of someone like Jesse Nunez over any of you professional wrestling marks! He might suck more than Brandon Harvey on a payday Friday night, but at least he knows what goes on in this business! Like I said, you think you know, but none of you have a clue, nor will you ever! The Jim Cornette’s, Jim Ross’s, Vince Russo’s, and other fat and out of shape personalities in this business are very few and far between! None of you will every be them, or be in the positions they have been in! Furthermore, the Mick Foley’s, Fatu’s, Bundy’s, and Vader’s of this business, aren’t really too appealing anymore in this business. So it looks like you’re all reduced to television, internet, and audience seats, aren’t you? Too damn bad for all of you, but it’s for the best. For the sake of this business, anyways. But all of this, all the marks, all the talk, all of the God damn criticism I’ve received in the past year and a half, is exactly why I did what I did to Jacob Whitehead. You see, I knew that to shut up the critics, I had to take out the biggest newcomer in Action Packed Wrestling. I had to prove that APW is still the house of Havok! No new guy is going to come in and put fear into the hearts of men and woman like I do! So I had to prove to everyone around the world that Jacob Whitehead is nothing more than another wrestler! He is no Nathaniel Havok, he’s no Sally Talfourd, and he’s no Level-One! Before I left, Sally Talfourd and Level-One got all they could handle of the Enforcer of Sorrow. Therefore, I wanted to come back in the exact same capacity as I was in before I left! To do that, I had to make my dominance clear, and I did just that!
Nathaniel begins to pace the rain-soaked street. He paces to and fro, all the while, rubbing his chin and addressing his audience.
Havok: Funny thing is, when I did what I did to Jacob Whitehead, the criticism didn’t stop. As a matter of fact, it got worse! All over the place, people were saying that this will be my final resting place in professional wrestling, that I wont make it out of this feud. But trust me, these past two weeks mean nothing, and the Enforcer of Sorrow is just getting started! It’s like I’ve said from the get-go! It starts with Jacob Whitehead! That’s only where it starts, because I am far from done! Jacob Whitehead, you have no damn idea what you’ve gotten yourself into! When I attacked you for the first time, it wasn’t to get your attention, it was for the soul purpose of getting everyone’s attention. You shouldn’t have flattered yourself by responding with an attack of your own, because it’s only going to lead to more pain for you and that little slut you attempt to pass off as a woman. Furthermore Jacob, you should have never brought Jeff into this. I know it was your idea, get the boss involved to distract me from beating your ass, it was a damn good idea! Hell, if I had my lips on his ass all the time, I might have thought about it too! But it’s not going to work, and you’ll soon find that out. Take President Jeff out of your ear, and out of the equation, and you’ve got absolutely nothing! Go ahead and let your buddy Jeff know that if he gets in my way Sunday night at the pay per view, I will do exactly that, take him out of the equation! I don’t care if it costs me my job, or if I get demoted to catering. It will be worth it to get my hands around his little bitty neck! But I’m sure he’ll be smart about it, I’m sure he just wants to serve as a distraction in your favor, and doesn’t really want to get involved. Therefore, you already do have nothing! When we get into the ring to face off at Mayhem, I have a feeling that it’s going to hit you right as the bell rings. People say I don’t have what it takes to beat you? Child, please! The facts are facts my friend, and the facts are that based on my past endeavors, you[/I][/color] don’t have what it takes to beat me[/I][/color]. You’ve tried everything that you can, even assaulting me with a deadly weapon! But nothing is going to be able to stop me from taking it right to you Sunday night, and beating your big ass right in the middle of that ring! You and I have only had contact outside of a sanctioned match, therefore it’s been one quick sneak attack, right after the other, hasn’t it? So what in your right mind makes you believe that you’ve got what it takes to beat a true legend in this business? Apparently I pissed you off after what I did upon my return, but you’re not seeing the big picture like you should be! Whitehead, all I did was put you in your fucking place! You’re as green as grass in the month of May! You lack the experience, and the in-ring ability to be able to take me out. But most of all, you lack that killer instinct. That killer instinct that only comes along with years of experience in this business! Every professional wrestler gets it after about five or six years. You get to the point where your body is always in pain from the last brawl that you were in. You get so desperate to end the match and the pain, that you’ll do anything to anybody! Right now, you’ve still got your innocence. You’re still at the point, where you don’t have what it takes to truly injure someone. In other words Whitehead, you’re still a little boy. But don’t worry, there’s no need for concern. Because while you should have just taken your beating like a man and went on with life, you decided to opt for vengeance, therefore garnering my undivided attention. In the risk of being a little too cliché, stepping into the ring with the Enforcer of Sorrow, Nathaniel Havok, will[/b][/color] make you a man. Soon, your balls will finally drop, but you’re going to have to take the ass kicking of your life before that can happen, and I’ll make sure it does at the pay per view. But with becoming a man being the only positive you’ll get out of this match, I can’t help but wonder. Why? Why risk it, Jacob? You’re so young, so talented, yet you see fit to go ahead and commit career suicide this Sunday night, by stepping into the ring with me. While you should have turned the other cheek and walked away like an intelligent young lad, you chose to fight back after all I did was put you in your place. Not a wise decision, if you ask me. But of course, you wont ask me. Yet, you’ll take the opinion of that ring-rat you call a girlfriend? Thus, you prove my point for me. You’re just as green as the grass grows![/color]
Nathaniel stops pacing for a second, but looking confused, he still rubs his chin.
Havok: Something else about this entire situation, seems to be eating at me though. I can’t quite wrap my mind around the fact that you seem so confident when you look into my eyes. I have to admit to you, I like it. I like it a lot. I think that I picked the right giant to pick on, upon my return. Take that as a compliment, even though your ego might not let you. Anywho, I’ve racked my mind constantly since you got your initial taste of vengeance, and I can only come up with a few reasons. Number one, maybe you’re just that brave. Hell, I would be if I were in your shoes, but I also know which fights to pick. Thus, if the roles were reversed, I’d go after you. To Nathaniel Havok, you’re easy pickings, kid. Nevertheless, Number two is the more logical of the two. The second option would be because you’re just that dumb. Now, I hate to stereotype, I usually don’t do that because I hate everybody equally. However, I’ve heard of the stupid giant before, but you definitely have to take the cake on this one. Whitehead, I know that people have told you before, because I know for sure I’ve heard others be told before. Nathaniel Havok, isn’t really the guy you want to get into the ring with. I’ve heard it before, and I’ve seen it time and time again. Wrestlers like you, you think that you’ve got it all figured out. Your thoughts are that your strength and stature will get you through. Newsflash dilweed, you’re going up against a living legend. Check the record books ya’ big dummy! Nathaniel Havok has ran through more wrestlers in the ring, than Elizabeth does while you’re in the shower!
Nathaniel gives out a chuckle before he begins to pace again, still rubbing his chin. For some reason, he cannot stop laughing. He knows that he has to continue, so while laughing, he tries to continue.
Havok: That really gets to you, doesn’t it Whitehead? The fact that I’ve been trashing Elizabeth so bad that you’d love nothing more than to punch the living daylights out of me, yet you know you can’t? But don’t fret too long, you’ll get your chance Sunday. However Jacob, until then, allow me to tell you what I really think of that she-beast. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve heard of any Sasquatch sightings, but I have to be honest. The first time I saw her, I really thought that I should call the Unsolved Mysteries crew! What a hell of a story that would have been, right? Man sights Sasquatch at wrestling event…I can see it now.
Nathaniel once again begins to laugh, but this time he only laughs for a moment. Then, it’s back to business.
Havok: Seriously though Whitehead, I meant what I said when I told you that it will be Liz that leads to your downfall. Now, I might have been being sarcastic with the sexually transmitted diseases comment I made last Thursday, then again, maybe not. However, STD’s or not, she’s going to ruin your career as well. Sure, right now you’re kicking ass and taking names, and I applaud you for it. But soon, Liz is going to not only get ballsy, but she’s going to get cocky. Soon, she’ll be putting herself into harms way, messing things up and distracting you, until she single handedly ruins your very existence in Action Packed Wrestling. They always say that love is blind, and in your case, it couldn’t be anymore true. You see Liz as a rose. No, no, better yet, a black orchid. To you, she’s beautiful! She’s everything beautiful to you, not to mention spicy, full of fire, desire, and passion! But the sad truth is Jacob, black orchids are the flower of the black soul. In time, she will eventually suck you dry, take everything you’ve got including[/b][/color] your career, and leave you when she feels that you have nothing left to give her! When the time comes and you have nothing left to keep her around, she’ll be gone faster than a crackhead when the police show up. But I know that you’re not going to listen to me, why would you. Like I said, you’re blind. She’s going to end you, and when she does, shoot me an apology, would you? Whitehead, I know in the back of that pea-sized brain you’ve got, you know that I’m telling you the truth. You know damn well that right now, I’m being as honest as I could ever be with you. I mean what I’ve said. Jacob, I don’t like you, and I don’t respect you, but I will give you a piece of advise. Run! Run as far away from that she-beast as you can! It’s like I said, do it now, before she leaves you with nothing. But if you have to stick it out, you might want to do yourself a huge favor. Keep her out of your wrestling life. She doesn’t belong there. What does she know about what you do? It’s not like she can help you in a coaching capacity, right? Leave her at home, where she should be in the first place.[/color]
Nathaniel flashes a sick grin in the direction of the cameras. He finally stops rubbing his chin, and puts both hands in his pockets.
Havok: Okay, that last part was a cheap shot, I’ll be man enough to admit it. But I’m only trying to give you some advise, Jake. That’s all I’m trying to do. Knowing that you’re going to take it offensive really gets to me though, Jake. Have you no respect? First, I try to put you in your place. But instead of stepping aside and respecting your superior, you decided to disrespect me by using a weapon that even I would never bring to the ring. Statement made, good job. However you should have used the knife on the end of that thing, and you should have finished the job. Killing me would have been the only way of stopping me, and I think that you already know that.
Nathaniel walks a bit closer to the camera, sticking the still-visible gashes on his face, right into the camera lens.
Havok: Do you see these? Do you see what you did to me you big, stupid son of a bitch? Rather than treating these wounds, I’ve allowed them to stay exposed and heal on there own, just for these next few days! Jacob Whitehead, every time I look into the mirror, I see these gashes that you put on my face, and it makes me hate you that much more. Come Sunday, they’ll still be there, and come Sunday, I’ll hate you even more than I do right now. Jacob Whitehead, it takes a whole hell of a lot of hate to be the Source of all Evil, and the hate that I possess for you is fueled by the hatred being magnified inside of my soul. As it stands Jacob, I wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire. After what you did to me, I’d pour gas on that damn inferno! It’s obvious to me, that you have no clue what you’ve gone and done by using a trench spike to carry out your revenge! All you’ve done, is awoken a sleeping beast. You want to use a trench spike to show these people exactly how sick and twisted you can be? Well let me tell you, you chose the wrong guy to try and prove that point against. Jacob Whitehead, I am as sick and sadistic, as twisted and troubled as anybody that you’ve ever came into contact with in your life! Yourself included! I have made a career out of mangling those who oppose me, and you’re not going to be any kind of exception! To be able to grasp this concept, you’re going to have to come to terms with a few things. Realize that I am the Source, the all powerful, the Omega. Then, realize that what you did to me, is nothing compared to things that I have done to less fortunate people of my past. Come to terms with the fact that your career could very well be thrown off track this Sunday night at Mayhem, if not brought to a screeching halt. Now I wouldn’t put it past me to end your career, my friend. I’m sure you know that I’ve ended countless careers in my day. But keep in mind that this is still my time, and that I’m in the prime of my career! Twenty six years old, thirteen time World Heavyweight Champion, and ten years of experience in this business that I love! What do you have? A year? Maybe two? A couple of wins in a large promotion, other than that everything else you’ve ever done in various promotions means absolutely dick? Is that all you’ve got? Man, you need something major to bring to the table. Laying to rest the Enforcer of Sorrow would surly help your career, wouldn’t it? But keep dreaming, it’s not going to happen. Not in this lifetime, or any other for that matter. It’s inevitable Whitehead, you’re bound to fail this Sunday. Now, I’m hoping that after I put you in your place once again Sunday night, that you’ll be smart enough to move on and stop poking mean dogs with sharp sticks. Truth be told Jacob, I’m doing you a favor here. When I was young and on the come-up, my ego got the best of me as well. It wasn’t long before the crafty veteran came along and put me back in my place. Now it’s my turn to do the same for you. My first statement apparently fell upon deaf ears, therefore I will try again. But Whitehead, if you’re able to make it out of this match with your career still intact, and you still don’t get the hint, I’ll have no problem with doing it again. But if this were to happen a second time, I can assure you that you wouldn’t be able to make it out of a second match with the Enforcer of Sorrow.
Backing away from the cameras once again, Nathaniel takes his hands out of his pockets and now begins to use them as he speaks, to add emphasis to his words.
Havok: I want you to do me a favor, kid. I don’t know how good of a student you were back in school, but this assignment has to do with wrestling history, a subject you should be interested in. Do me a favor and look back into my history. There’s only so much that I can tell you, Whitehead. The rest you’re going to have to find out on your own. Because no matter how much I hate to admit it, I know that everything I’m saying to you is going in one ear, and right out the other. Trust me, I know that you could care less about what I have to say, because I feel the exact same about you. But all I have been trying to do is give you advise. Be it in my own sick, little way. However, the only reason I’ve been doing what I have been doing, is to help you out in the long run! Chalk this Sunday night up as a lesson learned, and never forget the lesson that you’re taught. Life is full of lessons that you should hold dear to the heart, and this would be one of them. The moral of the story, you might ask? The moral of the story is to never bite off more than you can chew, because it’s never about the size of the dog in the fight, it’s always about the size of the fight in the dog. I can understand your position, though. You’re a giant! I’m fairly certain that you’ve never had much competition in a fight. But the problem is that no one you’ve ever faced has been named Nathaniel Havok. Trust me Whitehead, I’m like no man you’ve ever been face to face with before. Until you get into the ring with me, you have no idea what pure evil really is. Standing across the ring from the Enforcer of Sorrow will change you. Because it’s at that very moment that you will realize that there is no way out. By the time you think about leaving and calling the match off, it’s going to be too late. Once I get my hands on you, I’m not going to let go until I feel that you’ve learned your lesson. But I get the feeling that with as hard headed as you are Jacob, I’m going to be beating on your for quite some time. Don’t get me wrong though, this little tiff has been fun, Jake. I have enjoyed the back and forth for the past couple of weeks. But this Sunday, I pull the trigger on Old Yeller, and end this shit for good! No more sneak attacks on one another, no more jibber jabber, the games are over! Just you and me, one on one, mano-a-mano! Leave that bitch in the back, and it would make it that much better! With her not out there to kill the buzz and spoil the party, it would truly be a match with no excuses in the end. I want this to be as fair as possible, that way after I beat your ass up and down that ring Sunday night, you wont be able to use any excuses. I’m going to take great pride and joy in humiliating you, come Mayhem! I really hope that you soon garner the knowledge to understand what’s about to happen to you! I think it’s time you admitted it to everybody, Jacob. But more than that, I think it’s time that you admitted it to yourself. This time, you’re not going to win. Because deep down in the pit of your stomach, you can feel it. It’s there, but it wont surface until time has expired. You can feel deep down, that you don’t have what it takes to keep the Enforcer of Sorrow down for the count. I know that you’ve got a feeling, you’re just not ready to admit it. Without Elizabeth and Jeff out there to assist you, I believe that you’d stand no chance in hell. You and me, one on one? There’s not a doubt in my mind that if that were the case, I would be the one walking out of the arena with a dash in the win column. So why don’t you make it happen? Why don’t you nut up, and tell both Jeff and Elizabeth to stay the hell away from the ring Sunday night. Rest assured that I will have no problem hog-tying your girlfriend again, as I’m sure she’d really enjoy it. But have no doubt in your mind that if Jeff gets involved on your behalf, I will not only be out for his blood, but I will put his ass in a hospital bed. Boss or not, paycheck or not, it doesn’t matter to me. No one is going to stand in my way, and I’ll be damned if I let a has-been like President Jeff steal a win right out from under my feet!
Nathaniel flashes a sick grin once again at the camera, then raises his hands to the heavens, holding his head up high. The thunder begins to roar down the suburban streets once again, while the lighting is as ferocious as ever. Nathaniel begins to chuckle in a sadistic tone, as he slowly lowers his head and fixates his eyes back onto the camera.
Havok: The stage is set, Whitehead! There’s no looking back now! You are destined to step into the ring with me Sunday night, and learn one of life’s hardest lessons. While the lesson we’ve been hearing about is to never bite off more than you can chew, that’s not going to be the ultimate lesson at the end of your night this Sunday. After you’ve come to, and realize that you’ve just been humiliated on a bigger stage than Thursday Night Overdrive, you’ll realize that never again, nor should you ever have messed with the Enforcer of Sorrow, Nathaniel Havok. A lot has been said and done between you and I over the past month, and I’ve enjoyed every minute of it. But it’s time for me to move on. It’s time for Nathaniel Havok to put an end to Jacob Whitehead, once and for all. Choose to listen to me, or choose to not, it doesn’t matter one way or the other to me. Just know that I’ll have no problem telling you that I told you so.
The Enforcer of Sorrow smirks into the camera as the thunder and lightning in the sky come to a blistering peak once again.
Havok: Havok has spoken.
The cameras begin to zoom away from Nathaniel as the smirk still appears on his face. The scene then fades to static, ending Nathaniel Havok’s promo.
