Curt Evers and Shakir are in a cheap motel sitting at a filthy table with a plate of unleavened bread and a bottle of red wine, a large poster of Senester is on the wall near them, as the two eat and drink in celebration the phone rings Evers jumps up and picks it up and after a few minutes of listening to the person on the other end his rage explodes out as he slams the phone down on the hook breaking it.

Curt Evers: That was Ricky he just said the card for Havoc is official we are going against Senester in a handicap match!

Shakir spews out red wine and has a shocked look on his face

Curt Evers: This is fuking bullsh1t! What are we going to do?!

Shakir’s shady wicked eyes begins to dart all around as he goes deep into his mind trying to think of some solution to this very big problem.

Curt Evers: I say we don’t even show for Havoc Shakir.

Shakir remains silent as his sly mind continues to run through plans


Curt begins to get very irritated

Curt Evers: Are you even listening to me?! HELLO!? ANY BODY HOME?!

Shakir snaps out of it and looks calmly at Curt

Shakir: No we will show up at Havoc friend, we will give the infidels exactly what they want.

Curt Evers: What by fighting the very being we worship and hold dear to our hearts? Why would we want to give the infidels what they want and try to stand against god?!

Shakir: Because all Havoc is, is another test……… Think about it if Allah deemed it so he would of not let the card be set as it is but instead the card is as it is…. We have to prove ourselves yet again and this is a very big trial that is placed before us, if we run from it we fail it.

Curt Evers: Brother I honestly think we will fail if we charge head on into the trial, I don’t think it’s such a good idea to just charge blindly in.

Shakir: Friend have I ever charged straight in to anything without having a plan? Trust me and just follow my lead for I will lead us through this dark valley and into the promise land! For now let us celebrate in beating some of the filth off of that filthy dog Ac James.

Curt walks back over to the table and takes a seat he is obviously still extremely stressed and worried about the coming Havoc.

Shakir: Everything will be ok friend I promise you….

Curt Evers: You say it so calmly like you already know the outcome but in reality you don’t, we have found ourselves in a bad situation and…

Shakir cuts Curt off by placing his hand calmly on Curt’s hand

Shakir: Listen friend this is the most important test to face our greatest fear, if we stand strong against Allah and not tremble and let fear over take us we have passed! I will lead us through this problem just have faith in me. For now I must pray hard for guidance and prepare for Havoc I suggest you do whatever you need to do to prepare as well.


Shakir gets up and says nothing more as he walks out of the room leaving Curt by himself who is still in a state of panic.






Shakir is now outside he looks up at the sky the sun is shinning brightly

Shakir: Havoc will not slow our rise to the top, nothing will I am ready Allah to face the ultimate trial set before me.

Shakir’s sick mind begins to give him hallucinations of his god who is now standing before him, Shakir instantly falls to his knees and lowers his head daring not to look up unless given the command.

Allah: You say that you are ready Shakir but I do not think that you are!

Shakir cries out in a shaky voice

Shakir: But I am! I am ready! I will succeed! I will not fail you I promise!

Allah: You cannot pass this trial alone, this trial is meant for a team to pass not a single man.

Shakir: He will find his way if he would only look deep within his own heart my lord!

Allah: Will he? Or will he be the one who fails the both of you?

Shakir: I trust him, I know he will over come the fears of his heart.

Allah: YOU LIE!!!!!

Shakir shivers and yells out from fear of being punished

Allah: You don’t trust him you have seen what is in his heart, the blasphemies that he has spewed from his mouth you have stood witness to!

Shakir: What do you wish of me my savior? I will do anything! I will do whatever you command!

Allah: You will know what to do when the time comes…

Shakir: About Curt Evers?

Allah: No…..

Shakir: I don’t understand….

Allah: You don’t now but you will…. Don’t fail me Shakir… You may lift your head and look onto me my faithful disciple.

Shakir slowly lifts his head and looks deep into the eyes of Senester




Curt is pacing the room like a caged animal his anger and fear swirling in him like a hurricane, he storms over to the table and flips it upside down as he lets out a rage filled roar.

Curt Evers: I have to pull myself together, I have to let my anger consume the fear that riddles my soul….

Curt begins to think of how everyone has it in for him, how they all look to crush his dreams of success, slow him down at every possible turn in the road. Curt’s hands begin to shake and the shaking makes its way up his arms to his chest the anger is growing sloly eating away at the fear.

Curt Evers: I won’t let Senester stand in my way, I won’t let James and Eddie slow me down, I won’t let Talon or Hans become an obstacle in my path that I cannot over come.

Curt looks over at the poster of Senester and another surge of anger pumps through him as he does

Curt Evers: All of these fuking games, all of these damn trials I’m sick of them! I want glory and success now! I’m not like the others that followed you, I’m not some damn pawn to be thrown to the frontlines to serve your ends! I only serve one person me! I only live for one fuking person ME!!!! If I am forced to fight you Senester I will….

Curt grabs the bottle of red wine and throws it across the room shattering it

Curt Evers: I will fight you to the death if I have to, I won’t be denied of my rise to the top! I will make it, I will survive all of the hell you and all the rest put me through you just watch and see!

Curt walks over to the mirror in the bathroom and he looks into his own blood shot rage filled eyes

Curt Evers: I always wondered why Michael Dredge would stare into the mirror in the locker room after every training session… Even now I can only imagine why… Was he looking at the monster that he kept locked tight within himself? Or was he looking at the legacy he built? When I look into this mirror all I see is a man deprived of everything, a man that everyone is against, a person that will die just to reach that one moment of world fame and recognition of being known as one of the best in the ring. Maybe I should look into a mirror more often and get to know myself on a completely new level, I’m certain Michael Dredge found his answers to problems he had through the mirror, maybe I can too…


Curt searches hard from within himself feeding the rage he has for the world