Jimmy - “This is my stop, I have some other business to attend too.”
Seth Rollins – “Alright, let me know if shit…”
Jimmy – “Shit hits the fan, I know. You know the deal.”
Jimmy makes his way onto a sidewalk; he walks a few blocks until he reaches a house. He takes out a key out of his pocket and unlocks the door; he enters the house and walks into the living room. He finds an AK47 on a table along with a camera. He sets the camera up on a bookshelf and turns it on.
The scene switches to the camera’s perspective and you can see Jimmy walk towards the table and stand at the opposite side of it facing camera. He is donning his usual Black trench coat, black pants and black “The Broken” Tee and his Black mask. The Breakout Championship wrapped around his waist, he looks directly into the camera and takes his mask of slowly. Once the mask is off, he takes a deep breathe…
“Karl Anderson, a relative newcomer to EBWF. Made his trade around the world, namely, Japan and the US. He was a big star in Japan you know? Multiple time Tag Team Champion, leader of the Bullet Club although, you may not have knew that due to being overshadowed by EBWF’s own AJ Styles, my very close friend Fergal Devitt and those 2 flippy motherfuckers Matt and Nick, The Young Bucks. You see, Karl was the leader of the Bullet Club, its true but how do you think he felt being constantly looked down upon for better talents? I mean, even his own partner was probably a bigger talent than him.”
Jimmy picks up the AK47 and takes out the magazine; he begins to dismantle the AK as he talks.
“Karl, that’s the problem with you isn’t it. You seem to think you are a big deal, you seem to think that you’re this star and that everyone is planning to flock to EBWF Summerslam to see you and that is just not the case. Do you know who the hottest rising person in this company is? Me! Do you know who the hottest rising group in this company is? The Broken! Do you know who is carrying this company on their backs and is half the god damn card?! That’s right, The Broken. So if you think you can walk into Summerslam and steal my spotlight? You can fuck off back to Japan, mate.”
Jimmy continues to dismantle the gun and put the pieces on the table.
“Let’s talk more about Karl though. Let’s take a page out of Sensei Sydal’s book. Karl started out in HWA being trained by Les Thatcher; from there he joined the New Japan dojo and was trained there along with our own Shinsuke Nakamura and Devitt. Had a few spells in America at PWG, ROH etc. Until he hit the big time, New Japan came calling and he joined with them. He took his lumps and beatings from the best over there and quite frankly that’s impressive but I said it to Shinsuke…”
Jimmy puts the gun on the table and unhooks the Breakout Championship from his waist and points it the camera.
“…Taking beatings from Japanese veterans would have been a walk in the park for me. This was my reward for proving Shinsuke Nakamura wrong, another superstar who underestimated me.”
Jimmy puts the Championship on the table and picks the gun back up and continues to dismantle it.
“You may not have knew who I was before EBWF, Karl, but…I strongly advise you to find out who I am and what I’ve done. You may took “Strong Style” kicks from the Japan guy, but when you’ve been able to sit in the locker and pick bits of glass out of your own forehead after a big meaty fucker has head butted a light tube into your head, then please give me a call.”
Jimmy finishes dismantling the AK and lays it out on the table.
“I’m pretty sure you’ve worked out the metaphor here, so let’s now beat around the bush. Quite like this…Machine Gun, Karl, you will be dismantled and broken from top to bottom, leaving you in the middle of the ring begging for me to put you back together. That’s where I could help though, The Broken could always use another member, just a warning though. You can’t be leader in this one unfortunately.”
Jimmy begins to put the AK back together.
“So please Karl, cut a promo on me. Go and tell all the EBWF fans how you’re going to beat me up and claim my Breakout Championship and all that shite. Do they know you’re a fucking liar? Tell everyone how I’m just a crazy guy with an agenda, tell everyone how I’m just the flavour of the month and how you’re going to take my crown blah blah blah. Before you do that though, Go and speak to your buddy Shinsuke, ask him how it felt to be in the ring with me, ask him how it felt to throw everything at an opponent only to end up losing anyway. I will and can take anything you have to offer and it will still not be enough. If you prepare correctly, you can beat me, I know that. I’m not immortal. My own prodigy Baron Corbin beat me 2 weeks ago, surely the great Karl Anderson could beat me? You will have to bring your best weapons though Karl because I’m not giving up my title until you can pry it from my blood red hands.”
Jimmy finally finishes putting together the gun and smiles at his good work. He looks down the sight and nods.
“At the end of the day Karl, I respect you. I’m not a fucking idiot, I know what you can bring to the table and I like that. I just don’t think you can beat me 1 on 1. If by some miracle you pin me to the mat for the 3 count. You can guarantee that I’ll fucking shake your hand and promise you that the rematch will be a whole new ball game. If anyone can take this belt off me, they deserve the respect they’re owed. Shinsuke couldn’t beat me, Tyler Breeze couldn’t beat me. The #1 Contender for the EBWF Championship couldn’t beat me and they all underestimated me, learn from their mistakes Karl.”
Jimmy aims the gun at the camera.
“Because if you do underestimate me, you will fall like the rest. I’ll not be wanting to win at Summerslam, I’ll be aiming to…kill.”
A single gunshot is heard as the camera suddenly stops. The scene switches to Jimmy Havoc shooting the gun and the Camera flying off the bookshelf. He puts the gun on the table and turns round and enters a cupboard and pulls out some gasoline, he begins to pour it all over the table and the floor. He walks towards the door and lights a match, he looks at the match and throws it on the gasoline prompting it all to go in flames. He shuts the door behind him and locks it. He begins to walk off whistling, taking his phone out of his pocket and dialling three numbers.
“Oh my god, help! There’s a fire! I think there is a man inside! Send help now!”
Jimmy hangs up the phone and begins to take it apart, he smashes it on the floor and drops it in the nearby trashcan. He smiles to himself and walks off as the scene fades away.
