“63. 63 days come Sunday, I’d have held the EBWF Breakout Championship, so far I have laid waste to Shinsuke Nakamura and Karl Anderson. The Japanese style, while hard hitting, was very easy to deal with. As soon as they know you can take the punishment that they can give, they have nothing left. Now, I have to deal with the Faux-pas British Grappler, Timothy Thatcher. The Half-portuguese, half-American ‘British’ but not actually ‘British’ one of a kind newcomer. Timothy, quite simply put, you would be a fantastic Breakout Champion. It’s just unfortunately for you that in your way is...well, me.”
Jimmy picks up his Breakout Championship and holds it near his face and just looks at it, until he drops it back on the table in a disgusted manner.
“Tim, it really is a shame. While you aspire to be EBWF Breakout Championship, while that would be the greatest moment of your sorry pathetic life, I aspire for more than that. The Miz made a comment actually, he points to I and Seth as sort of ‘scum’ and that we shouldn’t be champions in this company. I actually believe he’s scared, Seth is a bonafide future World Champion, as am I. That worries him to no end because he knows his career will be up soon and The Broken will be the ones to retire that pretty boy. So you can have this belt if you REALLY want it but you might have to pry it from my bloody and battered hands.”
Jimmy looks to his right, straight at the Tag Team Championship.
“That title, represents a bond. A unity of Broken souls, banding together to form the most fucked up group of people in this company. I mean, really think about it. I am a fucking lunatic, Seth is a manipulative genius and enjoys stabbing things, Baron likes playing with matches and Leva, well...she’s the Harley Quinn to my Joker, she’s the most fucked up out of all of us. I wouldn’t change them for the god damn world, though. The Broken is the other reason I have the Breakout belt, If having Championship belt’s gets us noticed then so bloody be it. It works too, do you think The Miz would’ve even mentioned us? Sami Zayn and Jericho needed something to test their abilities and who do they call? Me and Seth, obviously. There is no-one else on the roster that can hold a candle to us.”
A tall figure with a full white mask over his face emerges from the back of the room with a big silver plate cover on top of a tray, he stands by Havoc’s right, places the tray down and steps back.
“Ah, thank you very much!”
Jimmy takes a peak under the plate cover without revealing what’s underneath to the camera, smirks and closes it again.
“Very good, now go away. I don’t like viewers.”
The tall figure leaves to the back of the room and disappears into the blackness.
“You see, Tim. We’re actually a lot alike, you know? We both bounced around our respective indy scenes. You, America. I, UK. We both carried our “main” employers. You, EVOLVE. I, PROGRESS. We both ended up being noticed by the EBWF talent scouts and here we are. We face each other at EBWF Destiny, Champion vs. Challenger. I admire you Tim, I really do. That’s not sarcasm either, I think you’ve got great...Broken...potential. If you ever feel yourself shit out of luck, I have space for more...”
Jimmy laughed, stared into the camera and stared down at the plate in front of him. He smiled as the took the big silver cover off and revealed a human heart on a silver plate, blood dripping off it. Jimmy sets a napkin under his chin, picks up his knife and fork and cuts into the heart. He cuts off a piece, examines it for a second and puts it in his mouth. He finishes chewing the piece and smiles again.
"However, there is a huge bloody difference between us. You this for the fame, the glory. The W on your little record, to be able to say you've beaten someone. To say you beat Jimmy Havoc. Do you want to know why I do this?
Jimmy pokes at the heart with his knife before cutting off another piece and eating it. Before he finishes eating, he begins to talk.
“I do this because it’s all I’ve fucking got. I don’t want to beat people, win matches and get wins. I want to kill, I want to twist and break whoever I’m in the ring with. I want people to feel how I’ve always felt. I want them to feel powerless as I wrap my arms around theirs, roll them out and bring them back in for the Acid Rainmaker. Only 1 person has beat me since I won this belt, my prodigy Baron Corbin and trust me, I don’t plan on making a habit of losing, quite simply, it’s not my style.”
Havoc goes to take another piece off the heart but decides against it and places the knife and fork down.
“If you want to see true and raw power. Just watch Seth Rollins vs. Baron Corbin for the EBWF Intercontinental Championship. You haven’t seen the true power of an alliance until you’ve seen friends beat the shit out of each other, both wanting to better the other. The want to kill the other and at the end of it all, whoever walks out the victor will carry the loser to the back because that’s what true power really means. The ability to be able to go to war with your friends and STILL know they have your back when it’s all said and done. You, Timothy need to realise that you’re just a bump in the road for The Broken. You’re not the bigger picture, you’re nothing, you’re miniscule compared to what we have planned. I know you’re not scared of us, or me. However, the Animal is most confident when it doesn’t feel threatened. That’s when a true hunter strikes, the true hunter kills the animal and show’s the animal who was truly the best in the field.”
Jimmy looks at the heart and then back up at the camera.
“BUT let’s not pretend this is somehow a game of cat and mouse. We’re all pretenders though, aren’t we? You pretended to be British, I pretended to be this overconfident maniac and at the end of the day, we’re all pretending in this skin of ours. Going from our day to day jobs, paying mortgages; drinking coffee; doing vague interviews; doing the boring as fuck shit that stops us from fucking killing ourselves. When truly all we are underneath, are animals that want to tear each other apart wanting to prove who is the king of the jungle. From the guy at the office deleting his partners work to show he’s the better, to the crazy ex-girlfriends slashing tires to prove that he made the wrong choice. We are all just as fucked up as each other, I just choose to show my true side. Will you?”
Jimmy smirks widely and picks up the heart with his bare hands and bites directly into it. As he takes his first bite, the screen distorts from shots of Jimmy eating the heart to a shot of a Lion hunting a gazelle. The screen does this for a few seconds until it suddenly stops with the plate empty and Jimmy’s face covered in blood. He smiles, stands up and drops 5 Dollars on the plate. He picks up his two championship belts and drapes them over each shoulder.
“This is real life, Tim. This is real life to me, step into my world. Please.”
He walks away as the camera follows him into the blackness and the shot fades away.
