HWA Message Board: Twas the night before Havoc

The scene opens with William Draconis standing next to the General Lee. He is looking at his laptop that is sitting the roof of the General. He clicks thru the pages till an alarm pops up onto his computer William clicks the envelope icon and a message pops up. William begins to read the message “William you are facing Santa Clause to find out who will be the number one contender for the All Star Championship at Havoc.” William slams the lid down on the laptop and tosses the laptop into the General Lee. Right when he turns around to walk to the other side of the General Lee someone grabs his shoulder.

“So what are your plans Mr. William Draconis?”

William turns around and we see two figures standing behind William. The two figures stand with their backs to the camera. William looks at the men with a lost look on his face but then begins to smirk with an evil look on his face.

Dragon:” What am I going to do now the question is what are we going to do?”

“That is a good question but that would also mean that if we joined what would happen? You are going after an important title would us joining mess your plans up? I also see that you might need some back up to win that title.”

Dragon:” I don’t need the help I need the protection from other factors trying to get this championship.”

The two figures make sure that they stay out of view of the camera. William makes sure that the camera crew can only see his face. William and the two figures walks away from the General Lee but after a few steps the smaller man runs back to the General Lee and reaches onto the car and pulls the laptop from the General Lee and runs to catch up with William and the other dark figure. The three men walk towards a large abandoned factory. The large figure drops his shoulder and crashes thru the locked door. He stops and makes sure that the only view the camera can get is his back. William and the smaller man walk in as if they owned the building.

“Why are we in this place it kind of creeps me out a bit.”

Dragon:” I want to take the jolly guy through a trip into darkness. I want him less prepared for a match against a man like me. I want to show him anarchy and make him wish for a quiet Christmas.”

All three men stand in this abandoned factory the camera pans left slowly then to the right. We can see large equipment sitting there just collecting dust and many spider webs. The two figures walk away from William. William just nods and makes sure that we never see the faces of these mysterious people. William walks up to the ancient machinery he wipes his fingers across the dust and machinery.

Dragon:” While I walk in this factory it makes me think of you Mr. Clause. I can see it filled with a million elves slaving on machines likes these. Making toys for all the good little boys and girls. (William begins to laugh.) Hey Santa the only thing is I don’t fear you and after are match you will need to find a replacement to make sure those toys make it on time. (The smaller mysterious figure comes walking from the shadows waving William towards him.) Santa do you really believe that your happy good loving personality will be able to stand against me and what follows me?”

William follows the figure they both walk thru darkness with flashes of light every few steps. They walk into a bright section of the factory. In the room we can see a fire place and a Christmas tree in one corner. It brings the vibe of Christmas we begin to smell fruit cake, vanilla, and Christmas trees. In the center of the room is a chair William slowly walks towards the chair and sits down. The larger figure walks from the shadow and hands him a large book. The camera tries to get a glimpse of the mysterious figure but when we can’t we see the title of the book. “ Twas the Night before Havoc” With Christmas beginning scratched out and Havoc written on top of the scratches.

Dragon:” Mehh, alright let me read this little poem for you Santa. Twas the night before Havoc, when all through the arena. Not a person was stirring, not even a referee; the championship was hung by the ropes with care, in hopes that St Nicholas soon would be champ; the children were nestled all snug in their seats, While visions of championship defense danced in their heads; And mamma in her ‘Draconis t-shirt, and I in my ring attire, Had just settled our nerves for a long match against Michael James, When out on the ramp there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the ring to see what was the matter.”

William turns the next page and reads it to himself. He then looks back up towards the camera. He takes a swig from a bottle of water from the table next to the comfy chair.

Dragon:” Ok let us continue this little poem. Alright where was I ohhh yeah here we are. Away up the ramp I flew like a flash, called for some friends. The lights on the breast of the new building smoke. Gave the title lustre of mid-day to championship. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer, with a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St Nick. Santa figured I would leave these lines alone for you.”

William stands up from the chair and lays the open book onto the chair. William walks up to the tree and grabs two presents from underneath. He hands one to the larger fellow and the other to his friend. They both open the presents they both pull theater masks from the boxes. William nods at them and they both turn from the camera and put the masks on. They both turn towards the camera and the smaller guy has a mask covering his face the mask is black with across the mask. The other guy has a mask that is green and has flames covering the mask.

“So this is a great way to keep ourselves hidden in plain view.”

Dragon:” Yes that is what I thought. We keep your id hidden from all till we decide to bring the true plaque to the HWA Anarchy style. Now let me get back to are little poem.”

William walks back towards the chair. He picks up the chair and sits down the mysterious friends stand on either side of him. William looks up at the two men and then gets right back to where he left off.

Dragon:” Okay let me finish this little poem. I think we will skip some of this crap and just get towards the end… A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and went for the championship; then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, Cause the Dragon made sure he got the 1…2 and giving a nod, up the rope he rose; He sprang to turnbuckle, But stopped in his tracks and got slammed to the mat Dragon got the 1…2…3 and the win, and I drove out of sight, ‘Death to Christmas, and good-night Santa you were so close but yet so far. The End…."

The camera begins to fade to black with William sitting in the comfy chair and the two mysterious men on either side of him.