The screen cuts to a dimly lit corridor, you see Jimmy Havoc walking towards the camera. Havoc is covered in blood from head to toe, his hair has become dried up and sticky due to it. He looks mortified, as if he’d seen a ghost. This was unusual for him but before answers could be made, the dimly lit corridor drastically changed to a normal corridor with people stood on either side. It was quickly made clear that this was backstage at EBWF Warfare, Havoc walked down the corridor as people came up to him and patted him on the back, shook his hand and spoke to him with kind regards. Vultures. These types of people wouldn’t have given him the time of day a few weeks ago. Vultures in high maintenance suits and shitty haircuts. These were the people who doubted him from the beginning, the ones who never would’ve given him a chance if they had a say. He’d proven them all wrong and stood toe to toe with the best EBWF had to offer in AJ Styles and he’d walked out the victor. He should of felt happy, he should of felt on top of the world but he’s not and it’s all because he knows what these suits want. They want every part of Havoc’s success and sure he could gladly let them along for the ride but as soon as something slips in him, they’ll be out quicker than you can say kill. Havoc reached the end of the corridor and met up with Baron Corbin who was stood in his Broken Tee and ripped jeans.
Baron: Congratulations Jimmy. Stealing victories at any cost is becoming your thing. Any. Cost.
Havoc looked tired, he sighed as he realised he needed Baron now, more than ever.
Havoc: Baron, I’m sorry. Look… I need you. Seth’s gone and legally I have to defend the tag belts. Will you please be my partner? I don’t want to do it with anyone else. Hell, if you say no. I’m going
out there on my own against Orton and Edge and frankly, I know I won’t survive.
Baron: So you're saying you need my help? That's rich.
Baron takes in the moment with relish. After a moment his mind is made up.
Baron: I'm not exactly surrounded by friends so… I'm in! Any excuse to bust some extra skulls.
Havoc breathes a sigh of relief and has a smile on his face for the first time.
Havoc: Right then, Drinks on me big lad. We’ve got some promo stuff to do, got to get that belt for you as well. You do look good in gold right?
Both men walk off to the right of the corridor and are lost by the camera as it fades away.
EBWF Survivor Series.
Camcorder footage starts up as Jimmy Havoc appears on the screen hastily setting up the camera. He sits back in a chair and breathes deep. He stares into the camera for a few seconds before slowly, a smile begins to creep from the corners of his mouth.
Havoc: “I thought I’d take it back a bit. Back to my roots, my indy days of setting up a camera and speaking the words of wisdom. Plainly telling someone like day and night how and why im going to beat them. Something that, my opponent really wouldn’t know nothing about. Roman Reigns was brought into wrestling with the silver spoon…He was Vince’s boy! Part of the Samoan dynasty, a failed Footballer turned wrestler because the opportunity was there. Quite sad really, Vince put all his faith in you and…here you are. Playing for the competition, like only you would know how. You go where the money is right, Roman? That’s why you’ve aligned yourself with Heyman, bravo by the way…quite the acquisition. I’ve never met a Manager/Wrestler combo where the Manager is way more liked than the wrestler, it’s interesting to see. You see Roman, You’ve got into this business for one reason and its money and power. Whereas I do this because it’s the only thing I’m good at, the only thing I know how to do. I’ve put a lot more years into this than you have. You can call me a veteran compared to your ass. Which is an insult to you considering I’m only a year older than you man, I’m going to prove how much better I am than you come Survivor Series when I’m going to be the one left standing in that ring leaving you and your fat little accountant wishing you hadn’t picked this fight. Surely there was better options for you? What about Matt Sydal? Slyck Wagner Brown? Whoever the hell he is, anyway. Take an easy win Roman, take the pay check. I know I’d rather be facing James Ellsworth than me…that’s for sure.”
Havoc looked right and then looked left before staring right back down the camera.
Havoc: “But that won’t deter you will it Roman? You’re going to do the whole 1 versus All. You against the rest but what you need to realise is my friend. You’re not against just anyone in that ring, you’re in there with Jimmy fucking Havoc. Ask Sami Zayn, PJ Black and AJ Styles what it’s like to be in the ring with me. They all thought they were high and mighty as well, they all thought that I was nothing…that I was just another bump in the road. Well, they learnt their lesson. I aint just a bump in the road, im the unstoppable truck coming to mow you down. I am the one constant in this company that just keeps on gaining momentum. Styles came back, won the belt but lost it again. The Miz lost to bloody Alex Riley, Sami Zayn can’t even beat you and Riley for crying out loud! Matt Sydal is beating Enzo Amore but here I am…beating the #1 Contender on an EBWF Warfare show like it was fucking nothing. I beat PJ Black too, didn’t even get a PTG Title shot…such a shame. I would absolutely love to cash in on Chris Jericho and watch his smug little face cry into his shitty little scarf. Roman, is this your first taste of gold in this company? I don’t really remember you doing much else recently. Sure you probably had a title reign somewhere, probably tag or Breakout. The difference there though is, people already remember by Breakout reign and look back on it fondly. They blindly wonder where the Breakout gold will be without me, but fear not. I have full faith in Baron Corbin to produce the goods the way I did. I shall be teaching him how to respect that belt and all of his opponents in that division. The Intercontinental Championship however, I expected to be pitted against Sami Zayn, The Miz, Kevin Owens and those kinds of guys. I get put with you Roman, through some absolute miracle we will stand toe to toe in that ring on Sunday. I know you’re gonna give it your everything but I hope you fucking well know it’s got nothing on what I’m going to bring. The depths I will go too just to make sure that this belt stays around my waist are never ending. I will gladly inflict pain on myself if it meant that It could put you away. I will through myself through glass shards and barbed wire just to keep a hold of this belt. That’s what it means to me Roman, its not just some gold and some bit of extra cash…its everything to me. I need people to take me seriously around and right about now they’re starting to do that. You can try and take that away from me but you’ll be met with such heavy resistance I don’t think you can handle the weight.”
Havoc smirks once more.
Havoc: “Before I go, I just want to say I’m glad you have Heyman by your side. The only problem I have is, why do you talk and not him? I look at you and hear you speak and im sat here going, this guy aint got a chance on the mic with me. I can destroy this guy talking backwards and in a loop. Give Heyman the mic and well, I’m going to be tongue tied for days. I know your brashness though Roman. You’re gonna take the mic away from Paul and do your little spiel about how strong and big you are, how tough you are and how much you’re gonna win and that’s not gonna be enough. You aren’t the champion that people want and if anyone knows that its gonna be me. I’m the baddest motherfucker in this company and even I know the fans fucking hate you. Give that mic to Heyman and shut up for a second because you’re starting to give a headache only a Samoan knows how this feels. You and Paul seem to bicker a lot and do you know why? Because he knows your talented and how far your talent potential can go and quite frankly you aint there yet but you seem to think that you are. Heyman see’s something in you that I don’t and I got to trust the man because he’s Heyman. You’re both too stubborn and egotistical to tell each other the problem. Roman thinks he’s already world title material and Heyman thinks he’s not ready. That was the beauty behind Brock and Paul, Brock always listened to Heyman because Brock knew his explosive aggressiveness could get them both in danger and he wanted to protect Paul too. He listened just like how you should listen Roman…Listen to the voices telling you to stop, listen to the voices telling you that you cant take me. Listen to the fat jew telling you that you aint ready. You think you can fight me? You aint seen durability like me, you can keep knocking me down but if you think im staying down, you better be ready for a fucking fight because that’s whats happening on Sunday. Its me versus you Roman.
DON’T.
UNDERESTIMATE.
ME.”
Havoc picks up the camera and launches it at the wall, thus cutting the feed.
