Senester’s voice: Reach deep down within yourself there you will find a new found strength that I have blessed you with, this strength you will use to escape this fiery prison that threatens to take your life, and through this strength you will crush the infidels! RISE from this fiery grave! RISE!!!! RISE NOW!!!!!

Shakir yells as he begins to bust through the fiery debris as he begins breaking through it, the fire burns him but the pain is numbed from the adrenaline pumping through his body .

Curt Evers has crawled a good distance from where he entered the sewers how far he doesn’t know but his body is riddled with pain, he knows that there is a possibility he might have a concussion and the energy he has spent crawling this far has taxed him greatly, he has a gut feeling that his crazy friend Shakir did not survive the blast his friends departure rips at his very soul but he forces himself onward not wanting to be caught by the authorities and letting his friend’s noble sacrifice be in vain. Curt pushes onward and finally stop where he rest right under a metal grate that is over some road. Hunger and thirst have set in on Curt and he has began to become delusional and he is finding hope harder and harder to cling to with each passing second all he can do is just lay on the ground and look up at the grate that the occasional car passes over. Alone and hapless he begins to talk to himself.


Curt Evers: I…I…. I don’t know if I can keep going, I just don’t know if I can keep going like this. I trained so hard and so long all my life and for what? I should of seen this coming, Havoc was showing Shakir and I are fate, we failed in our match to become number one contenders for the tag titles, we failed to gain Senester’s favor and now we fail in living, surviving…

Curt’s desperation and despair begin to turn into anger and frustration he balls his hand up in a fist and slams it down on the concrete in defiance as he lays there

Curt Evers: NO! NO! NO! I WON’T DIE A FAILURE! I WONT! I’LL SHOW SENESTER! I’LL SHOW THE HARDCORE ICONS, FALLEN AND DRACONIS, EDDIE AND JAMES, THE WHOLE FUKING WORLD! THE WORLD THEY SIT AROUND AND LAUGH AT ME IN MOCKERY FOR MY FAILURES AT HAVOC BUT THEY THINK WHAT SHAKIR AND I DID AT HAVOC WAS BAD THEY HAVEN’T SEEN NOTHING YET! I WILL CARRY ON WITHOUT MY BROTHER AND I WILL AVENGE THE MOCKERY THAT SHAKIR AND I WAS PUT THROUGH AT HAVOC! THEY LAUGHED AT HAVOC IN THE END, THEY LAUGH NOW BUT WHEN I GAIN MY STRENGTH IT WILL BE ME GETTING THE LAST LAUGH AS MY BROTHER GETS HIS LAST LAUGH IN HEAVEN!

Curt begins to laugh wildly before suddenly yelling out in pain which makes him yell out again in anger, which sends Curt into a fit of rage where he kicks his legs and swings his fist wildly cursing up a storm after a few minutes of losing himself to his rage he takes a deep breath and relaxes

Curt Evers: If I am to strike hard and get the last laugh, I will strike where it will hurt the HWA the most, at their beloved Talon! I’ll find a way to show them what it is to lose it all! I must get up from this ground, I am better then this! I am stronger then this!

Curt forces himself up but roars out in pain with every limping step he takes and again he begins talking to himself yelling out as he limps along with spittle spraying from his mouth.


Curt Evers: IT’S NOT OVER HWA!!!! IT’S FAR FROM OVER!!!! DRACONIS, FALLEN, EDDIE AND JAMES , HARDCORE ICONS I SWEAR TO YOU IT WILL BE ME AND MY BROTHER IN HEAVEN WHO GETS THE LAST LAUGH!

Shakir has managed to slither his way out of the burning rubble that is the building night has fallen over the city and Shakir has moderate burns now through out his body and his pain nearly unbearable he uses the darkness of night to his advantage and finds a small veterinarian store that reads Steven’s Animal Clinic, Shakir knows he is far to weak to stealthfully slip in by picking a lock, he’s not strong enough to bust down the door and frankly he is impatient to tired to really care how much noise and attention he attracts, so he picks up a heavy metal trash can just barely has enough strength to throw it through the window an alarm immediately sounds and Shakir is immediately in a room where he is grabbing pill bottles, bandages, and anything else that his eyes find of use to nurse himself back to recovery, once he gets all he can carry he bust another window and scurries off into the darkness, sirens are blaring as cops are in route to the store but Shakir is long gone, Shakir finds his way to a neighborhood where he finds an unlocked shed he staggers into it and shuts the door he blindly grabs for a light source and after awhile of fumbling he finds it and cuts it on, he begins stripping down and nursing himself back to health.

Once Shakir finishes bandaging himself up he glances at some bottles and his knowledge tells him he indeed did grab the right kind of pills he was looking for antibiotics and pain killers he pops a few and then sees an old worn hole riddled jacket with a hood on it he snatches it from a hanger in the shed and puts it up and throws his hood up, he then finds some clippers and takes to use as a weapon to use on any poor victim he might run across and with another quick glance around the shed he departs into the darkness he knows he must go into the sewers and hide for a few days until things die down and hopefully run across his friend Curt.


Shakir has wondered the streets for an hour and finds a sewer grate he uses the clippers to help pry it open and then jumps down, the foul stench burning his nose he shakes his head in disgust

Shakir: These infidels are just as filthy as the Americans…. I cannot dwell on the unclean swine that live here though I must focus on finding my friend…

As Shakir wonders through the tunnels he hears the faint sounds of someone yelling out but he can’t quite make out what they are saying so he begins to track the voice as he gets closer to it he recognizes the voice as Curt’s and that instantly shoots a second wind into Shakir he picks up his pace to be reunited with his friend.



Curt’s anger fueled strength wavers for just a second and that’s all it takes because Curt now finds himself face first on the cold , damp concrete. His explodes with pure rage as he pictures people laughing at him if they had seen him fall to the floor.

Curt Evers: FUKING LAUGH WHILE YOU CAN GOD DAMN IT!

Curt’s hurt pride and rage added to the pain wracked body has made him like a rabid animal, quick to attack, violent, unpredictable, and not completely coherent, disoriented.


Curt Evers: I WILL BRING ONE HUNDRED HEAD’S AND THROW THEM ON THE FUKING FLOOR BEFORE THE FEET OF SENESTER AND SAY, HEY IS THIS ENOUGH TO WIN YOUR FAVOR?! IF IT ISN’T ILL JUST BURN THIS WHOLE MOTHER FUKING WORLD TO THE GOD DAMN CORE AND BURN HIS ASS WITH IT! I’LL BRING THE WHOLE MOTHER FUKING SHOW DOWN!!!! I’LL RIP OUT SENESTER”S THROAT WITH MY OWN TEETH IF HE CONTINUES TO SPIT IN MY FACE IN MY EFFORTS TO EARN HIS FAVOR! WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS!? I DON’T FUKING FEAR HIM! I FEAR NO ONE!!!

Curt stops and finds the strength to stand up straight he holds his hands up high as if he can touch the heavens and shouts out defiantly

Curt Evers: YOU WANT DARKNESS AND EVIL SENESTER?! YOU WANT MORE! I’LL GIVE YOU MORE! I’LL GIVE YOU MORE THEN YOU COULD EVER WANT AND IF YOU STILL REFUSE ME I WILL KILL YOU MYSELF! DO YOU HEAR ME!!!! NO ONE WILL STOP ME FROM MY ASCENSION TO POWER! I WANT POWER, MONEY, I WANT IT ALL!!!!! I WONT BE DENIED OF WHAT RIGHTFULLY BELONGS TO ME!!!

Curt is gasping for breath as sweat beads down him he stands there enjoying the cold, damp breeze that blows at his back, he falls to his knees and closes his eyes focusing as hard as he can on the dream of money, power, and fame.


Shakir comes upon his friend who is on his knees on the ground Shakir say and does nothing but stand there in the darkness he has heard his friends blasphemous words, he looks at his friend with suspicion and anger, his mind begins to think on what he just heard.