Fear is a liar. It tells you that pain is permanent, that loss defines you, that the flames that touch your life are meant to burn you forever. Fear whispers that it’s easier to push people away than to let them in. Fear convinces you that destruction is strength.

Courage, on the other hand, is quiet. It doesn’t shout. It doesn’t claim to be something it’s not. Courage is the choice to move forward when the world is telling you to stop. Courage is the hand you extend when every instinct tells you to strike. Courage is standing over the ashes and daring them to define you.

Destructo, I’ve heard your story many times over. You lost your parents to fire. You wear your scars like armour, but I see the truth behind them. You’ve built walls. You’ve pushed everyone away. You’ve decided that breaking first is safer than being broken, that destroying everything is easier than building anything. And when you speak of your father, when you speak of the flames that took him, I hear fear. Fear that if you care, if you hope, if you fight, the world will take it all away again. Fear that you can never be more than the boy who survived the fire.

You call yourself Destructo. You brand yourself with your pain. You parade your scars. But all of that is fear dressed up as identity. Destruction is not courage. Destruction is surrender.

I know what surrender feels like but I fight against it. My father ran a circus—a circus of wonders, oddities, and misfits. And yet the people I should have trusted, the freaks of that world, the very ones my father worked alongside… they killed my parents. And I didn’t just survive. I haunted the descendants of those monsters. I made sure they paid for what they did. I made choices that the world called dark, called violent. And through all of it, I stood tall, because I refused to let fear run me.

Fear wanted me to collapse. Fear wanted me to hide behind grief. But I chose courage. I chose to act. I chose to shape my own destiny, and in doing so, I became more than a victim. I became a force.

That is the difference between you and me, Destructo. You let fear guide your every move. I let courage define mine. You dwell in your destruction. I stand over mine.

When we meet in that ring, you will try to burn me, to tear me down like you’ve torn down everyone else who has dared to care. But courage doesn’t flee. Courage doesn’t break. Courage rises. I’ve faced betrayal, death, and the legacy of monsters, and I am still standing.

Fear made you Destructo. Courage made me Klaus Way. And when the smoke clears, when the echoes of fire fade into silence, the only name left standing, unbroken, unshaken, and unafraid… will be Klaus Way.

Welcome to the freak show, let us show you The Way!