"The Return of the King"
May 3, 2020 22:54:43 GMT -5
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Post by HavoK on May 3, 2020 22:54:43 GMT -5
time arises for me to shove you OFF!" - Quoted April the sixth Two Thousand and Four
Weight: 275 pounds
Height: 6 feet, 4 inches
Hometown: San Gregorio, California
Marital Status: Married to Jenna Riggs
Trademark Move: Ravager [Urinagi Suplex]
Desperation Finish: Sudden Impact [Superkick]
Signature Finish: Black Out [Split-Legged Pedigree]
Submission Finish: Sweet Dreams [Million Dollar Dream w/Body Scissors]
Combo Finish: The Royal Dream Sequence/R.D.S. [Punch Flurry/Gut Kick/Flowing DDT/Guillotine Choke]
Theme Song: Metallica's Master of Puppets [Jay30k Drum & Bass Remix - www.youtube.com/watch?v=0fBmYiEqCw0]"I had planned on bowing out silently, but I just couldn't leave the business in the hands of
these miscreants. I am the best there is, and there isn't a single person who can contest
that fact. Whether I win, lose, or draw, I'll always be better than the rest."
The call ends and the music resumes as A7X’s "Hail to the King" begins to play. The driver turns the volume up startling his two young companions out of their road trip slumber.
DJ - "Wow Dad, this is one helluva Church. But why the sledgehammers? What did we come here for?"
Damon - "That."
Damon pointed to a section of concrete that didn’t quite match the rest of the wall, a patch to seal off what once was a doorway. Damon spit in his hands and rubbed them together vigorously before gripping the shaft of his sledgehammer and swinging it at the wall. The three of them took turns for what felt to them like hours, but was really only several exhausting minutes, at the end of which the last of the concrete finally crumbled away.
Inside the room beyond, there was a long table with several chairs, old TVs lined the walls, resting atop lockers and gun cabinets. Several old issues of Hot Rod, Playboy, Guns & Ammo and Pro Wrestling Illustrated were scattered around the head of the table. DJ nudged his brother, with an eyebrow raised he nodded at the magazines and thumbs in his Dad’s direction. Jason chuckled softly and nodded in agreement.
Jason - "Whoa, that’s seriously cool, Dad. Why have we never seen this before?"
Damon - "It was a gift from someone I once knew. He said that I fought like a Spartan and had the body of a God, ‘but not a Greek God’ he said, ‘one of them Viking Gods’. When he died, I couldn’t bring myself to wear it. Plus, the crown, it didn’t fit me back then. Not physically, but mentally and in terms of my success in the business. I figured, I have it, if I'm ever going to wear it, now is as good a time as any to wear it. However long or short that may be."
DJ - "So, is this why mom calls you her King?"
Damon - "Nah, that’s just a pet name. This just goes with my reputation in the business. It’s symbolic of my journey, the wars won and lost, and how the Riggs name, much like the Wolf name, is considered royalty in our business."
Jason - "Geez, when you talk about me and Deej breaking into the business, I never really think about how big your boots are to fill. Uncle Vinz and Uncle Kal's too."
Damon - "With time and experience I have no doubt you boys, and eventually Callan, will fill our boots proudly. So what’d you guys pick out?"
DJ - "All of it. Jace and I agreed to share it all, since everything says Riggs and not Damon, we want to use all of it that we can when the time comes. But these though…"
DJ - "These are really fuckin’ cool, Dad. We want to have our own name patches stitched on at some point."
Jason - "What do you think?"
Damon - "I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud of you two, and while you may not be little turds anymore, you both have some more growing to do before those coats fit you. All in due time."
Jason - "Hell yeah."
Damon - "Alright, well, you boys have a couple trips to make. Why don’t you bring what you want to take up to the truck. I’m going to walk around and see if there is anything else I want to grab while I’m here."
DJ - "Sounds good, Old Man."
Damon - "Keep talkin’ like that and this Old Man is gonna treat ya to a royal beating in the ring next time we go to Church. Now scat ya brats!"
The sound of an engine roaring cuts through the silence. A light so blinding flashes, reminiscent of the feeling one gets when they see sunlight after being trapped inside a building for hours. The view comes into focus, a desert highway with mountains in the distance seen through the windshield. From inside the vehicle, a driver and two sleeping occupants cruise down the long stretch of road. Ironically, AC/DC’s "Highway to Hell" is playing through the upgraded sound system of what appears to be a truck or large SUV interior. All that is seen of the driver is his large hands on the steering wheel. Aged, but still very strong and capable hands, marred with scarring visible only to those who know to look for them. The music is interrupted by the unmistakable ring of a phone coming through the speakers. With his thumb, the driver presses a button on the steering wheel and answers the call.
Damon - "Hi darlin."
Jenna - "Hi yourself, where are you guys? We’re supposed to be packed and ready to go to the new compound in a few days time."
Damon - "I know darlin, I know. But with this OPW business and what could be my final run, I want to do it right. Had to make a stop to pick up some of my old gear."
Jenna - "Vegas?"
Damon - "Vegas."
Jenna - "I never understood why you burnt the building down in the first place. Are you sure the gear is even there, or intact?"
Damon - "Trust me darlin, I always think these things through. I’d always planned for this contingency."
Jenna - "When will you be back?"
Damon - "Soon. Well before we have to meet everyone at the old compound. We’re about to hit a dead zone, we love you and we’ll all see you at home soon."
Jenna - "Give the Princes a kiss from their mother."
Damon - "Mmhmm. I love you my Queen."
Jenna - "I love you my King. Take care of our Princes."
Damon - "Wouldn’t have it any other way."
The call ends and the music resumes as A7X’s "Hail to the King" begins to play. The driver turns the volume up startling his two young companions out of their road trip slumber.
DJ - "C’mon Pops, couldn’t you have woken us without the heart attacks?"
Damon - "I could have, but where would the fun be in that? Besides, we’re about 20 minutes out from Henderson. Need you guys awake and alert to help out."
DJ - "Are we gonna hit a strip club while we’re out here, Old Man?"
Damon - "First, your mother would castrate me. And second, Pops? Old Man? Really? You two aren’t spending anymore time with that clown husband of your sister’s. I don’t care how good he is in the ring or how well he trains you two, he’s got you both picking up his disrespectful habits."
Jason - "C’mon Dad, Dane’s a good dude and you know it."
DJ - "Yea Dad, Dane's a lot better for Allie than X, that’s for sure."
The driver abruptly pulls onto the shoulder of the road and slams on the brakes. Once the vehicle has come to a full and complete stop, the driver turns his head and glares and his eldest son, Damon Jr.
Damon - "That’s beside the point. And neither of you are allowed to be disrespectful to your elders. Especially in the Pack. I’m helping Vincent figure out what the hell X’s game is. You two need to understand that it doesn’t affect either of you, so you show respect to that man. Only until such time he gives you a reason not to. Am I clear DJ?"
DJ - "Yea, sorry Dad."
Damon - "Jace, am I clear?"
Jason - "I didn’t say anything bad about X, but yes, you’re loud and clear, Pops."
Closing his eyes and shaking his head with a smirk, Damon turns his attention back to the road and pulls back onto the asphalt. The rest of the ride is silent aside from the knobby sounding tires, the engine roar, and metal tracks spanning 3 decades playing. A sign saying NOW LEAVING LAS VEGAS passes with a blur and five minutes later the vehicle pulls off the road onto a private driveway. An armed guard at the gate is there to greet them. The driver rolls down the window and swipes a keycard.
Guard - "Nice to see you Mister Riggs. And your boys."
Damon - "Thanks Mick. All’s quiet out here I hope?"
Mick - "Aside from the construction crews, not a peep."
Damon - "Perfection. Carry on."
Mick - "Yes sir."
The guard hits a button and the gate slides open as six large, cylindrical bollards retract down allowing Damon to proceed down the private driveway. Several small bungalow style homes were in the process of being built.
Jason - "Dad, where are we?"
Damon - "This, my boys, this is where the Pack comes to vacation. Or at least it will be once completed. I’ve been working on this with uncle Jack for a year or so. Was going to be a surprise for everyone, but after what the Wolf boys and Dane have been cooking up this last year, my surprise will be like icing on the new Compound’s cake."
DJ - "Dang. You could buy the whole state of Nevada, if you wanted to, couldn’t you, Dad?"
Damon - "We’re very well off, but we’re not that well off. And please, don’t think like that. Remember the money does not make us, we make the money. Toys and houses and shit, that’s all well and good. But don’t lose sight of the fact that money is a tool. It does not define us. Our actions and what we choose to use that money for, that defines us. People see what we buy when we drive around in new cars, wear our new clothes and build our own private communities for ourselves. What they don’t see is the capital we give to the local communities to improve infrastructure; roads, schools, fire and police departments and the like. And I’m not talking about taxes here. Checks written from all of us, to ensure that our local communities stay strong for years to come."
Jason - "Take care of those around you, they will take care of you in kind, right?"
Damon - "No. Take care of those around you because you can, and because it’s the right thing to do."
DJ - "Oh, yeah I guess that makes sense too."
Damon - "Yup. Here we are boys."
Before them was the burnt out husk of what was once an old brick and mortar built beer factory and warehouse.
DJ - "What is this place, Dad?"
Damon - "This was where I lived with Stellar and your sister when she was really little. To be honest the only good thing that ever came from that unholy union was Allison. A lot of bad memories and bad blood came from Stellar and I being together."
Jason - "The Macelli family?"
Damon turned to his sons, his expression had turned stone like, cold and devoid of emotion.
Damon - "Who…. Who told you that name?"
DJ - "Uncle Jason did. He told us all of it. From the Vegas hit to the takedown on tv in the ring."
Jason - "We watched a fan made documentary on the web too. There’s all kinds of stuff about our family and the Hell it has been through. Riggs, Wolf, Black, Dyamond, it’s all there on YouTube."
Damon - "I’m aware of what’s out there. I suppose you boys are old enough to know now, so there’s no harm done. But remind me to have a chat with your uncle next time we see him. C’mon. We have some work to do."
The three Riggs hopped out of the vehicle, a Chevrolet Avalanche Black Diamond series, Iron Cross steel bumpers front and back, Rhino lining finish, blacked out with chunky off road tires wrapped around black Center Line steel wheels. They make their way to the tailgate, where they each grab LED headlamps and sledgehammers. Damon stalks off toward the burnt down warehouse, slowly and deliberately, pausing in places and closing his eyes to remember what the old floor plan looked like. Years ago this was home, his base of operations, when he was a mafia bodyguard and shoot fighter, to when he had begun dominating the wrestling industry. After the Macelli incident, Damon thought it was best to say goodbye to this place and burnt it to the ground.
Finally navigating their way to their destination, Damon reaches behind him and pulls a short pry bar out of his back pocket. Kneeling down, Damon begins using the pry bar to clear away some small debris. Once the area had been cleared, a pair of metal hatches were revealed, their handles melted during the fire. Damon jammed the pry bar into the seam between the two hatches and stood up. Handing his sledgehammer to one of the boys, Damon stomped his combat boot clad foot repeatedly on the pry bar until one corner of the hatch broke loose. Resetting the pry bar on the opposite corner of the hatch, he repeated the process until the hatch broke free and was able to be opened. Turning on his headlamp and gesturing for the boys to do the same, Damon climbed down into the hatch, prying the second hatch cover loose and opening it all the way. Then he nodded to the boys to follow down the stairs, taking his sledgehammer back.
Once they reached the bottom of the stairs, Damon walked around the corner, where an old electrical panel hung from the wall. Throwing the switch, Damon waited for the power to come back to life, but nothing happened. Opening the panel cover, several breaker switches were tripped into the Off position. Switching the breakers back to the On position, lights began to flicker to life, revealing a musty, old gym.
DJ - "Wow Dad, this is one helluva Church. But why the sledgehammers? What did we come here for?"
Damon - "That."
Damon pointed to a section of concrete that didn’t quite match the rest of the wall, a patch to seal off what once was a doorway. Damon spit in his hands and rubbed them together vigorously before gripping the shaft of his sledgehammer and swinging it at the wall. The three of them took turns for what felt to them like hours, but was really only several exhausting minutes, at the end of which the last of the concrete finally crumbled away.
Inside the room beyond, there was a long table with several chairs, old TVs lined the walls, resting atop lockers and gun cabinets. Several old issues of Hot Rod, Playboy, Guns & Ammo and Pro Wrestling Illustrated were scattered around the head of the table. DJ nudged his brother, with an eyebrow raised he nodded at the magazines and thumbs in his Dad’s direction. Jason chuckled softly and nodded in agreement.
Damon - "Here we are boys…"
DJ - "Dad, all your War Rooms look the same, only with upgraded technology and less girly mags."
Damon - "When I have a woman like your mother in the Castle, I have no time or need for girly mags."
Jason - "Ewww, Dad, TMI. We don’t need to hear that!"
Damon - "That’s not what I meant ya little shit, get your head outta the gutter. Now, while we’re here, I figured you two would want to rummage through my old gear, see if you wanted any of it for when you guys get started yourselves. Start opening the lockers. I had a ton of stuff made in those first few years, a lot of it was never even worn. I’m only here for a specific set. The rest is yours to choose from."
While the boys set to going through Damon’s old gear, the Old Man himself went to the locker set deeper into the War Room. There he found a duffel bag ready to go. Grabbing the bag and setting it on the table, he unzipped it to assess the condition of its contents. The first thing he pulled out was a leather biker vest with a HAVOK patch on the left breast panel. On the right breast panel was a crown adorned, winged skull with a barbed wire bat and sledgehammer crossed behind the skull. Slipping into the vest, Damon swung his arms open and closed a few times, feeling the vest out.
Digging through the bag, he pulled out several trunks and tights bearing the same cross-bone symbol. A large metal helmet was inside, its design taken from Norse and Greek mythos, Spartan in design, with winged flares worthy of Thor’s own helm, crested with a blackened and blued crown.
Damon - "It was a gift from someone I once knew. He said that I fought like a Spartan and had the body of a God, ‘but not a Greek God’ he said, ‘one of them Viking Gods’. When he died, I couldn’t bring myself to wear it. Plus, the crown, it didn’t fit me back then. Not physically, but mentally and in terms of my success in the business. I figured, I have it, if I'm ever going to wear it, now is as good a time as any to wear it. However long or short that may be."
DJ - "So, is this why mom calls you her King?"
Damon - "Nah, that’s just a pet name. This just goes with my reputation in the business. It’s symbolic of my journey, the wars won and lost, and how the Riggs name, much like the Wolf name, is considered royalty in our business."
Jason - "Geez, when you talk about me and Deej breaking into the business, I never really think about how big your boots are to fill. Uncle Vinz and Uncle Kal's too."
Damon - "With time and experience I have no doubt you boys, and eventually Callan, will fill our boots proudly. So what’d you guys pick out?"
DJ - "All of it. Jace and I agreed to share it all, since everything says Riggs and not Damon, we want to use all of it that we can when the time comes. But these though…"
DJ holds up a sleeveless leather trench coat, Jason is wearing another identical one, both bearing the same logo inspired by the helmet their father was holding.
Jason - "What do you think?"
Damon - "I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud of you two, and while you may not be little turds anymore, you both have some more growing to do before those coats fit you. All in due time."
Jason - "Hell yeah."
Damon - "Alright, well, you boys have a couple trips to make. Why don’t you bring what you want to take up to the truck. I’m going to walk around and see if there is anything else I want to grab while I’m here."
DJ - "Sounds good, Old Man."
Damon - "Keep talkin’ like that and this Old Man is gonna treat ya to a royal beating in the ring next time we go to Church. Now scat ya brats!"
The boys run off with their arms full, chuckling on their way out. Damon walks out to the Church and begins to saunter his way through the old and dated fitness equipment.
Damon HavoK Riggs - "What was once old and forgotten will once more be renewed and unforgettable. In time this Church will see new life. The one part of this property I didn’t have the heart to destroy will soon become a focal point of the Vegas Vacation Compound. But that’s another story for another day. I ventured into some of the OPW talent chats and had some pleasant interactions with the talent. To my dismay, many of them have no idea who I am, who I was. All this business with X, it provides a unique opportunity for me to introduce a new generation of talent to Damon HavoK Riggs. To expose today’s type of fans to the dominance I once brought to every ring I ever set foot in. But this time, I do this not for me, not for personal glory or gain. It’s not about fame or fortune, been there done that. It’s not about shiny, gold title belts or any other vain accolades. No, this time I do this to bring the family together. Closer. Stronger. More dominant than ever before. I do this to ensure that the future generations of Riggs, Wolf and Wright families dominate the business in the future. I do this because it’s the right thing to do."
"Step one, we bring the war to the Syndicate. Step two, we bring order back to our houses, the outcome of which depends on whether X comes back home or not. Step three is all about cementing the future for the next generations. Xavier, you and I are going to have words again very soon. We might very well come to blows again, and you know damn well that is fine by me. What you did to your brother is something that simply cannot go unpunished. That was the last straw influencing my decision to come back to the business. But, it's not just about you Xavier. It all starts with Johnny. You’ve been a pimple on the ass of this business and thorn in my side for far too long. How you have survived and weaseled your way to prominence baffles my mind. The last time I did any sort of business with you was when I convinced my daughter and son in law to work with you in aW. A lot of good that did my family. You blew up a million dollar RV, which could have killed my family if they had been sleeping in it. Then you tried to pawn it off on me, not knowing I had ties to federal agents. How you skirted long term jail time is beyond me. No matter. Your wildest, wet dream has just come to pass. I now work for a company you co-own. As I used to say in the old days; be careful what you wish for. You won’t like what I bring with me…"
“TAKE HEED…”
“...for you have been warned!”
Damon nods as he takes inventory of his iron Church before heading back into the War Room to collect his things. It appears that DJ and Jason have cleared the place out; right down to all the magazines that were strewn about the table. On his way out, Damon throws the switch on the electrical panel plunging the view back into darkness.
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