He’s in a great mood after last night as he walks through the kitchen of his apartment, delving into his fridge and pulling out his pre-made breakfast consisting of overnight oats and chopped strawberries as well as a protein shake. He rigorously shakes his container to mix the powder with the other ingredients and takes a small sip to test its flavour. Satisfied, he takes another big gulp before leaning over on his kitchen counter and tucking into his overnight oats. He brings his phone out and sends Michelle a message to let her know he had a great night last night, that he was thinking about her and couldn’t wait to see her again. He goes through his other messages. One is from Stu-E Price apologising for not knowing about the interference in their match at Havoc and leaving $500 behind the bar in the restaurant for him.
(Sean): That’s pretty cool. I always liked that Stu-E guy.
He texts Stu-E back, thanking him for the message and the gesture before he goes through the rest of his new messages. One is from Butch, letting him know the MMA sports brand Venum want to do a line of apparel based on the Parkers. His face lights up as he reads it and he involuntarily fist pumps. His joy is short-lived though as he sees another message from the HWA Legal Team. He reads the message out loud.
(Sean): Dear Mr Parker, we regret to inform you we have received a cease and desist from Impact Wrestling regarding your usage of the entrance song “I Am” by Dale Oliver. Despite Mr Allen Jones, otherwise known as AJ Styles no longer being an employee of Impact Wrestling, the company still retains copyrights for usage of the song. Failure to comply will result in legal action against both you and the Hardcore Wrestling Alliance plc
Sean looks annoyed and rolls his eyes, looking defeated.
(Sean): Come on, man! That’s bullshit…
He grabs his phone and dials a number, placing the handset to his ear.
(Sean): Hey, Mikey, it’s Sean Parker…yeah, I’m good. Listen, I just changed my entrance music and I just got hit with a C and D from the owners…. Yeah, I know you helped write Butch’s music. I could really do with something pretty kick ass for the next Havoc… you think you could help me out?
Sean mimes a “Yes!” with an accompanying air punch.
(Sean): Thank you so much, you’re a lifesaver! Yeah something uplifting, recognisable but badass at the same ….really? If you think he’ll agree to it? Does he own the rights? …. Really? Ah right, cool, well let me know. Thanks man, I appreciate it…ok, bye.
Sean hangs up and goes back to eating his breakfast. He takes another drink from his protein shake as he turns his kitchen TV on and catches up on some HWA content. He hears Draconis mention his name and inherently snorts and shakes his head. The card for the next Havoc airs between some commercials and he sees his name adjacent to Legion’s. He was still furious about what happened at Havoc in Chicago. His first televised match in eight years and those dickheads decided to push their noses into his business all because Butch had thrown them out the arena. Their vile comments directed at Michelle infuriated him the most. Although they had only just started dating, Sean felt very protective over her. And of course the elephant in the room… he was the same of his namesake father who had been responsible for him spending three years in a wheelchair. He felt a surge of anger course through him as he recounted the incident in his head like he’d done a thousand times before. He then remembered Michelle’s words about not getting too emotional and playing into their hands.
(Sean): You know, Legion, it seems fitting you and I would meet at Havoc. I’m just glad it’s sooner than rather later. After all, our families have a little bit of history, don’t they? But you already knew that, didn’t you? In fact, this match is more historic than just settling an old family score. We're the first generational HWA wrestlers, Legion, competing against one another. So this match is actually history-making, and unfortunately for you, that's where I shine, Legion. When the pressure is on, and the stakes are high, Legion, Sean Parker rises to the occasion.
You and that other inbred hick of yours, Fallen, you made the first of many mistakes when you decided to shove your meth-snorting noses into my business just because my uncle decided to boot your arses out of the arena after you and the World Powers couldn't act like professionals in your match. So you decided, like a couple of backwater bullies, to pick on the first small guy that you came across, and that just so happened to be me. And you did what any bully does when intimidation doesn't work, you went after the girl and then my old injury. Textbook, overcompensation, Legion. Now, normally, like what happened at Havoc, I would lose my temper, see nothing but red and charge in all guns blazing, 'know fight first, ask questions later sort of a deal. But as it happens, I have a new, fresh perspective on things after recent events. So, I'm going to bide my time, Legion. Havoc is a bit away yet so there's plenty of time between now and then. But as I said earlier, you've made the first of many mistakes by choosing to target me.
I'm not the naive little boy your lowlife, knuckle-dragger old man faced all those years ago...how are you two related again? Remind me because I really can’t keep up with you all. One minute he’s your dad, then he’s your uncle. What is he gonna be next? Your sister?
How is he by the way? Has he recovered from the beating Butch put on him, y’know, when he almost killed him? Seeing as you like bringing up the past so much, why don't we take a trip down memory lane? Hmm?
Sean grabs the remote and presses play on the TV and footage from the HWA Archive Network begins to play.
The footage starts playing after Ronnie McNeil has just defeated Fallen back on a 2009 edition of Havoc. McNeil rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair rolling back in with a mic as well. “Ronnie” chants start ringing out but he doesn’t seem to concern himself with the crowd at the time. He gets back in the ring and places the chair around Fallen’s neck and then heads to the top rope.
(Vanessa): Oh Jesus…he isn’t?
(Jason): We’ve seen him do this before. He ended the career of Mastiff Demonaz like this. He’s not playing games here tonight.
Before he can jump off… Legion makes his way down and darts in the ring standing between McNeil and Fallen daring McNeil to jump off at him. Before McNeil can even respond the lights in the arena cut out and a voice is heard screaming, "Shark! There's a shark in the pond!" before "Zombie Autopilot" by Unearth blasts throughout the arena and Sean Parker is wheeled out onto the stage by Diana Parker and the crowd bursts to its feet in cheers. Sean sitting in his wheel chair, his head held up by a harness he looks around the arena starting to tear up as the fans rise to their feet. Legion turns looking up the ramp at the stage and within mere moments Butch Parker hops the barricade and flashes into the ring grabbing him from behind into the "Suffocating Sight" (Gogoplata Shin Choke). You can see the tears in Sean’s face as he watches his uncle rip Legion apart and the more Legion tries to fight it the tighter Butch cinches in on him relentlessly. An enormous “Parker” chant fills the arena as security comes rushing to the ring. McNeil grabs Fallen and tosses him out and takes the steel chair and swings at security keeping them away from Butch, allowing him to handle his business. Legion is turning red and it looks like Butch is literally trying to kill him as he chokes him out. Legion’s struggling begins to regress as he starts to fade out but Butch just yanks, tugs and rips away at the hold even tighter.
(Vanessa): What the hell are you doing?
Jason jumps up and stands on top of the commentary desk and begins shouting “Holy Shit” and gets the crowd behind him into a chorus of “Holy Shit” chants. One security guard sneaks in the ring behind McNeil and pays for it with a sickening chair shot as McNeil turns and blasts him across the head knocking him back to the arena floor. McNeil looks over at Legion who has turned blue and he decides to step in at this point. He gets down trying to reason with Butch and you can see the pain etched across Butch’s face. McNeil is talking to him and grabs Butch’s arms trying to pry him off Legion and Butch slowly concedes. He gets up, huffing and puffing full of aggression and gives McNeil a nod that’s he’s cool. Butch looks down at the lifeless Legion and kicks him in the head before he exits the ring…
(Sean): Well, that was quite a series of events that happened all those years ago, wasn't it Legion? Very emotional! Of course you were around my age when that took place and probably watching no doubt. But let's take a look at what happened more closely, shall we? Look at Butch, Legion, look at that massive arm pushing his trachea down onto his shin.
See that look in his eyes, Legion, when Butch is forcing his shin bone into your his throat and pushing on it with his hands, see the tears forming in that pathetic sack of shit’s eyes as he gasps for breath, tapping relentlessly on Butch's leg for him to let go? Do you know what is, Legion?
Sean looks at the camera, a serious, deadpan look on his face.
(Sean): That's fear...he felt the air drain from his lungs, the flow of blood being cut-off from his carotid artery, denying his brain blood and oxygen it needed to function. You know, there's a high probability, if Butch hadn't let go when he did, that pathetic excuse of a human would likely be a vegetable right now, needing you and whatever inbred Templar f* cks that make up your family to change his diapers like a baby. Alas. They never did meet in the ring after that unfortunately. Well, fortunately for that Legion because I’m not sure how much of him would have been left. And that's where destiny has decided to play its hand, by placing you and I across from each other. See Legion Mark I knew he couldn't intimidate my uncle. Very few men on the face of this planet have the size, stature and skills to face Butch Parker and come out the same man. And you tried to intimidate me, just because I’m shoe size below six foot tall and, compared to you, weigh probably nothing more a bag of flour. So I know I don't intimidate you, Legion, it's why you decided to do what you did at Havoc when you tried to taunt me, when you gestured about forcing your wart-covered junk in my girlfriend's mouth, when you came out during my match and screwed me out of a victory against Stu-E Price.
You don’t know anything else but intimidation and bullying tactics. You’re pathetic, Legion. You, Fallen, the entire Dark Templar clan. You make me sick to my stomach and when Havoc rolls into Omaha, in your home state, I plan on embarrassing you in front of everyone. This little insignificant, scrawny Parker boy is gonna put some you and some long-awaited demons to rest. You may be about a foot taller than me and dwarf me in size but I’m gonna show you that power isn’t everything. I’m gonna give you a lesson in wrestling 101 and show you exactly why Matt, Jeremy and I are the ones that are going to lead this company into the future.
Sean stops for a moment before turning back to the camera.
(Sean): And one more thing, Legion. Keep my girlfriend’s name out of your filthy f*cking mouth and I may just let you leave Havoc one at least a shred of dignity. That is your one and only warning.
Sean stops the recording and walks out of shot as the scene fades to black.
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