Will the real Jimmy Havoc please stand up?

[Sam]

The scene opens up inside a bar, Jimmy Havoc was in a dark corner in a booth on his own. In his usual casual attire of jeans, t-shirt and a hoodie covering his head. He was nursing a glass of whiskey, swilling it round before drinking it. He sat there for a while before a tall, shaved headed man came and sat opposite him. Havoc didn’t lift his head but lifted his glass to acknowledge the man. He dropped his hoodie and smiled.

Jim Mcahren: Tom, nice of you to finally turn up.

It was revealed to be the Former EBWF Intercontinental Champion Baron Corbin, real name Tom Pestock.

Tom: Jim. You know me, fashionably late.

Jim: I wouldn’t use you and Fashion on the same sense however.

Tom: Asshole.

Jim: You know me.

A bartender brought two new glasses and left a bottle of whiskey on the table.

Tom: Some service huh, must be that Main Event money.

Jim: Nah, just a bartender that appreciates privacy. My kinda guy.

Tom: Speaking of privacy, you and Zahra, why do I got to find out through Meltzer?!

Jim: Life moves fast brother, I thought you ain’t in this business no more anyway?! Lose the scoops when you leave.

Tom: Come on! Don’t do me like that.

Jim: Me and Zahra are cool.

Tom: Come on, Just me and you. What’s the deal? This serious or is this a, keeping each other company on the road kinda deal?

Jim: You’re asking me, if the girl I haven’t been able to take my eyes off since Day 1 in this company is someone I just wanna keep company? Get your stupid bald ass out of here.

Both men finished there drinks and poured more.

Tom: I didn’t mean it like tha-

Jim: I know. You know I left Rebecca back in London when I moved over here, didn’t wanna do the Long Distance thing Yeah?

Tom: Of course. You split up to pursue your dreams and all that.

Jim: Correct. You know I also keep myself to myself most of the time.

Tom: The Hardest person to find backstage sure.

Jim: Well. She was one of the few who was actually nice to me, like genuinely nice. Not “Saraya Nice”.

Tom: Saraya huh, I heard about that shit.

Jim: Another story for another day. See, Zahra is absolutely fantastic. We’d went for drinks before with a few of us but, World Cup rolled around and no-one wanted to get fuck face drunk at 3pm. So I thought fuck it and invited her, best decision I ever fucking made.

Tom: See I always that you had a thing for Liv Morgan.

Jim: Gio? No! She’s my bro, bro. She’s a good friend, always will be.

Tom: Fair. I heard that Zahra travels with 2 dudes, how does that make you feel?

Jim: I hope you’re not insinuating anything, Tommy is my brother and Dante is a shiteating pig.

Tom: Don’t like Dante?

Jim: I love Dante like a brother, he’s just a shitpig. Plus, I trust Zahra 100%. Have you seen me? I’m a fucking catch.

Jimmy laughed awkward while drinking his drink, he finished it and poured another.

Jim: Nah it’s good. I haven’t felt good about anything for a long while, but she changed that. I’ve felt lonely for too long, she’s awesome.

Jimmy began to slur his words at that point, he checked his phone and saw it was late.

Jim: Shit. She’ll be going to my place soon, I gotta go.

Tom: What about the bill?

Jimmy placed a 100 dollar bill down and left, waved down a cab and left the scene.

The scene opened up with Havoc entering his hotel room, he took off his sneakers and kicked them into the nearest corner and slumped onto the bed. After what seemed a long time, he picked himself back up and rummaged through his bag until he brought out a video recorder. He thought about his match he had tomorrow against Dalton Castle. He looked down at his Knee and gripped it, ensuring its sturdiness. He sighed and placed the camera down facing him, switched it on until the red light comes on.

The camera switches to that of the video recorder.

Jimmy Havoc: I wanted to make this video because I wanted everyone to see the real Jimmy Havoc, the real pressures of professional wrestling and the real truth. No fake shit like our president seems to claim and no fake made up shit that our King seems to claim.

Jimmy dropped his head and sighed.

Jimmy Havoc: God. I feel like I’m making a YouTube video apologising for something, drama probably. I have a lot of people asking me who the true Jimmy Havoc is. People see me play a bunch of different personas ranging from killing and kidnapping people to Angry Babyface fighting for justice all while dressing the same and wearing the same god damned mask. It’s simple, play yourself dialled up to 12. Any good wrestler will tell you that there character is just them exhibiting their true personalities but maxing it out. I am Jimmy Havoc, I’m the weirdo, I’m the psychopath, I’m the bad guy killer and the Bad Guy. I’m the one you hate and the one you love, I’m your favourite wrestler and your least. It’s why every night I go out there and perform to the best that I can, to get a reaction, ANY REACTION. Boo the ever living fuck out of me, please. I’d rather be a chorus of boos than silence, I’d rather not deal with silence.

Jimmy ran his hands through his hair.

Jimmy Havoc: So Yeah, it’s me turned up to 11. So I suppose you wanna know who me, is. Well, that’s actually an easy one. I’m a socially anxious goth from London, England. I hate to be around people but I can’t help but want to make you all smile all the same. I go to sleep every night fighting the urge to not wanna wake up the next morning, It used to be real bad. It’s gotten better recently, if you’re an avid reader of dirtsheets you know why. I was depressed for a long time, back in the U.K. I had been wrestling a while and all my buddies were picked up by Impact, New Japan and WWE. One at a time, till I was the last one of my generation, thinking my opportunity had passed me by. I’d kinda forced myself to be happy about being the “Best in the U.K.” and all this shit but, It’s not what I truly wanted. It broke me man, I was low. Real low. Just when I thought that it was done, EBWF come knocking. I don’t want to put any pressure on anyone but it was probably a lifesaver. I don’t think I’d of continued for very long back in London, I’d have been a substitute teacher for a shit school more than likely. How shit is that?

Jimmy breathed a sigh of relief.

Jimmy Havoc: I believe that you can map your life to certain points. Number 1 being starting wrestling, that one is obvious. Number 2 is signing with EBWF. Number 3 was Mania against Wes and subsequent injury. Number 4 is meeting her. Number 5 is Gateway Championship against Dalton Castle.

Jimmy sucked through his teeth.

Jimmy Havoc: That’s how seriously I’m taking this and how much this fucking means to me. This is for every kid who ever felt so low that they felt nothing else was coming for them, this is for everyone who thought there dreams had passed them by. I want to be the one to stand up and say fuck that, you are special. You can be whoever the fuck you want to be, I have no right being in the EBWF looking like this. I’m a 34 year old man who wears Eyeliner, paints his nails black and pretends he murders people. What the fuck? And I’m fucking good at it to- no, I’m fucking great! The gimmick is a timeless classic now, I’m up there with Kendrick, Mankind, Jake the Snake I’m up there! I truly believe that I’m one of the best in this business, barring a few obvious ones like Tommy and Jericho. Everything I’ve ever stood for is for the little guy, from The Broken and being a voice for people who’d been battered and bruised. It was about shouting aloud in a crowded room, becoming who you’re meant to be with peers who believe and trust in you.

Jimmy dropped his head.

Jimmy Havoc: Who am I really kidding though? The World Title has always been out of my grasp, I’ve come so close to it so many times and I’ve been beaten down and pushed back down by better opponents. AJ beat me at my own game, PJ beat me at my own game. You know how awful it is being so close but so far? It hurts man, feeling worthless and beaten. Alone and miserable. Dalton you’ve held that Gateway Championship for a while now and you haven’t used it which is kinda insulting to me. It’s like you aspired to be Gateway Champion, something I don’t wanna be. Sure I want to pin you tomorrow night but that title is all it’s supposed to be to me, a stepping stone, a door to the World Championship. That’s exactly what you are and this match is to me. I have done it all by myself, I haven’t needed “boys”. I won arguably the most stacked KotR in recent memory all on my fucking own last year.

Jimmy began to look more confident.

Jimmy Havoc: That Gateway Championship, the History books have me as the first winner. I combined the IC and the PTG for that, It is rightfully mine. Don’t worry though Dalton, you can have it back once I’ve cashed in. Seems you’re all too busy performing in Cirque Du Soleil to actually come and do your job recently. You won that championship and done nothing since, you were punked out by fucking EC3. An over inflated 1%er who has nothing to stand him out over the other inflated assholes in this business. At least you stand out, you did for a while but you seemed to fall into that Midcard slump of doing nothing until you can be bothered again. You want to know why I know I’m going to win tomorrow? I know because I want it more, if you actually cared you wouldn’t took Ikeda's offer and cashed in already on Miz. I’ve already beaten Seth and Miz, this is my fucking time to prove to everyone that I am the champion that this company needs and wants. The fans are seriously disillusioned if they’re chanting for Miz, the guy was an asshole 4 months ago! I beat him at Mania and everyone cheered! The Miz has never been able to best me in that ring, that’s why you need to step aside Dalton and let me change this company for the better. We’re so different you and I it’s a stark contrast, you dress to impress to the nines. Bright, sparkly outfits to make sure the world sees you as what you are. The beautiful big peacock, showing its feathers as it cares for no man. Whereas I, do the opposite. I wear black and red to not stand out, I dress to be in the crowd and one of them. Isn’t that the whole point though, no one expects the guy Just trying to be normal. It’s like Dexter working for the PD, Spider-Man selling pictures of himself to the Bugle or Mr. Robot using his dead father to condone the actions of himself. Everyone’s trying to making themselves fit in, except you.

Jimmy worked up, sat up straight and looked directly into the camera.

Jimmy Havoc: When you step out of that curtain people expect a show and recently, you’ve been getting bum ratings. You’re like a sitcom that’s extended it’s welcome, you’re like the 4th, 5th and 6th Fast and the Furious films or John Cena in movies. Yeah you were cool and everyone liked the fast paced in your face action but it’s getting old now, you’re stalling out and it’s showing when you lost to EC3. You’re supposed to carry a Championship like you earned it, aloft so everyone can see it. YOU'RE supposed to the holder of that belt, that Belt is not your possession and it’s certainly not your fucking accessory. You’ll bring your boys ringside because you need them, I’ll be stood across the ring from you and them alone and I won’t be backing down. Their lambs to the slaughter, they won’t be the deciding factor. I wanna see if you’ll peacock your way in the ring when the rain starts falling, because it will fall. If a peacock shows its feathers and there’s no-one round to see it, does anyone truly give a shit?

Jimmy chuckled to himself.

Jimmy Havoc: Tomorrow night Dalty, is mine and your biggest test of our careers. You bring your boys and I’ll bring the rain, you don’t wanna Get your feathers wet now do we?

Jimmy reached behind the camera as it shut off.

[Jayme]

Jim: Well. She was one of the few who was actually nice to me, like genuinely nice. Not “Saraya Nice”.

That made me laugh out loud. I think I even woke Tony up oops lol. Enjoyed this Sam, can't wait to work together more!