Jimmy Havoc!
Havoc removed the mask and passed it to the woman on his left, he stared into the camera intently. He shifted his head to the side as the camera shook violently. Nothing changed except the painted glass behind him changed solely to a portrait of God, holding his hands at each end of the chair.
Havoc - “Who am i?”
The woman chanted in unison
“Jimmy Havoc”
Havoc - “What am I?”
Once again, the women chanted in unison
“Jimmy Havoc”
Havoc - “What was I brought into this world to be?”
The women chanted once more
“Jimmy Havoc”
Havoc - “ I am Jimmy Havoc. That’s at least true, however there is many more questions left unanswered like. Am I a god? Am I the Devil himself? Am I just a mortal human being? Either way, it doesnt really matter to me. No matter what I am I will always go out into that Squared Circle and just be...Jimmy Havoc. I could flip flop around who I want to be like AJ Styles but in the definitive end, I will be me. Whether AJ wants to be the ruthless motherfucker I know or the fun loving joker he knows he can be is entirely up to him. You know which one he became to beat me and you also know which one he lost to me with. AJ Styles is someone who comes and goes and will always have the following he so rightly deserves but when the going gets tough...well, thats when AJ Styles gets going. Whilst AJ is going to be sat at home or at a UFC event watching his girlfriend get the shit kicked out of her on her return. You know where Jimmy Havoc will be, right there in the dirt, the muck and the filth. Scratching and clawing at every opportunity I can get my hands on...I will walk out of this company the walk I walked in. Leaving a mark, blazing a trail and changing this company and this business forever. AJ Styles has done this before, from being in WCW to trying to catch WWE in the ratings with TNA to being one of the most well loved Gaijins and paving the way for many more over in Japan. He has done it, the way I want to do it. For the British, for the alternative, for the hard hitting, ‘different’ wrestlers out there. I am claiming my stake in this all and AJ you have seemed to forget how you got here because...well...you seem to have become the exact thing you hate. Come and go whenever you damn please, you probably deserve the time off but trust me when I say this...Once I take that belt off you I can guarantee that I will not let anyone take it off me. The only way that comes off me is when I die of old age.”
Footage plays of Warfare from 2 weeks ago. Jimmy Havoc in the ring with AJ Styles, Jimmy is laughing and joking and eventually shaking AJ’s hand. The scene returns to Jimmy sat on his throne.
Havoc - “2 weeks ago, I stood in the ring at Warfare. Made jokes about how AJ beat me and shook his hand like a man. I said i’d do it and I did. I don’t go back on my word, AJ you beat me fair and square and for that I truly commend you. Not many people can truly make me feel like i’ve been beaten and you’re at the top of the list. Skip forward one week and we have a match for the EBWF Tag Team Championships. I asked myself why you would even want a shot for the tag belts because lets be honest, you really don't care for them. I think you just want to destroy everything i’ve built and I can admire that but...it didn't quite work out for you did it? You ended up in the ring, face up and a bloody fucking mess and to be fair my hand still fucking hurts from that. You know what made me do that, the decision to bring Seth in. He was my partner, my right hand man and youve changed him. He knows what he become with me and you can’t just turn off that switch just like that. Those tendencies still stay there, rooting away at the back of the mind. Seth can lie to anyone and everyone about how hes back to being the cocky little shit we all know and love but I’d love to know how he’s dealing with all of this backstage. Give me 5 minutes with him AJ, I’ll have him back…”
Havoc looked as if he had forgotten something but remembered all of a sudden.
Havoc - “ I have an opponent this week, that isnt AJ Styles, I forgot to even pay him the gratitude of mentioning him. Alex Riley, the peppy little fuck who took what he wanted from The Miz. Once the best friend and Manager of Miz until he got greedy and decided to treat his former best friend as his maid. That’s how the story goes right? Wait...you thought it was a story of an underdog uprising? Colour me stupid but, wasnt Miz providing Riley with everything he needed? Now he’s even refusing Miz the chance to shower and socialise...sounds a bit fucked up too me. Even I let Baron do his own thing because he’s not my slave or my maid, he’s my friend. All that aside though, Alex has taken this opportunity very well. Intercontinental Champion! Well Done Alex! I’m actually pleased you won it, especially the way you did it because you proved to everyone you’re not actually better than Miz in anyway. You’re just him, you’ve literally become the thing you didnt want to be apart of and yet because you hide it with a smile and cute charm you think you can get away with it. I see right through you Alex, you’re a nobody. Greed and Gluttony are your two favourite things and you can hide it from everyone else but you can’t hide it from me.”
Havoc drops his head, he looks left and slowly looks right. Shaking his head, he sighs.
Havoc - “I keep blabbering on about being effectively a god, omnipotent, omniscient. Like I know what people are thinking and how to bes them when to be honest...I truly don’t have a fucking clue on what to do next. For the first time in my life...i’m lost.”
Jimmy picks up the Plague Doctor mask again, stares at for a while before dropping it on the floor.
Havoc - “Who am I even fucking kidding? I can’t beat AJ Styles. Everyone pokes jokes and holes in who I am and forever I have brushed them off. “Another Brian Kendrick wannabe” was the latest. I was so sure I wasnt just “another” but maybe I am. Another brooding anti-authority asshole. Alex Riley will probably fucking pin me.”
Jimmy scoffs and laughs at the last line.
“If you keep acting like a mopey bastard, he will.”
Jimmy looked up, shocked. The camera panned to the right doorway to reveal…
Leva Bates! Blue Pants! In a dusty black t-shirt, tattered denim shorts, and combat boots. In her hand, a white, half-faced hockey mask with its two black straps and blood spattered across.
Bates- “What’s wrong with you? When did you become this… this whiney, blabby puddle of shit? It’s like someone actually peed in your cereal bowl.”
Havoc started to grit his teeth.
Havoc - “WHATS WRONG WITH ME?!”
Havoc slammed the chair with his fist and stood up.
Havoc - “Whats wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you? Remember when you were abandoned by Bayley? Yeah, now I know how that fucking feels.”
Bates- “Guess what, buttercup. I’ve moved on. Not that you’d remember because I kicked you in the head more times than what’s medically safe. But I’ll ask anyway, don’t you remember that moment? When I got over myself? When you got off on the fact that you finally had what you wanted?”
Havoc - “I never ‘got off’ on anything. I just gave you what you wanted. Somewhere to belong. You floated for a very long time looking for something or someone. That...was me.”
Bates - “Yeah yeah, whatever you say. Listen, are you going to pack your shit up and sort your fucking life out?”
Leva threw the mask at Havoc who caught it. He held it in his hands and looked at it dearly. He unclipped the clips at the back and placed the mask around his face and breathed in slowly. The camera shook violently and the painted glass behind him changed to that of the Devil with his hands over the top of the throne.
Havoc - “Maybe shes fucking right. Whats the point of playing games when nerds like Alex Riley and AJ Styles will make fun of you and tell everyone how your not a threat when you know fine fucking well thats what I am AJ.”
The camera shook violently once more, the 8 women sat near the throne were now all dead, throats slashed and Havoc covered in blood.
Havoc - “What's the fucking point of pretending to be something holier than thou, something higher than the rest. Alex Riley, you are a sheep a wolves clothing. You are and always will be a fucking follower. You needed Miz’s help to get to EBWF and even when you paint yourself pretty and call yourself the good guy, you still need his fucking help. You are literally not a threat to me, I’m sure you’ll go speak to Renee Young about how much better than you are than me and how charming you and how much Im just another gothic emo wannabe. Side note, bro, she wont bang you. Have you seen yourself? You look 45 at best and you’re not getting younger. If i have to put you out of your misery then fine...if i have to fucking kill you...then fine. The end of the day Alex, this is another day for me. This is the test for you...are you title worthy?”
Jimmy cracks his neck to get the kinks out.
Havoc - “and as for AJ Styles, you say you used to be a religious man. There is no “used to” in religion. You either are or you ain't, i bet you once death comes knocking you’ll be a religious man. To you, however, I am your god. I am your satan. I am your fucking everything. You best me thinking about me day in and day out AJ because you’d be wrong not too. I am the one who comes knocking when time is up…
I AM NOT THE ONE TRUE GOD.
I AM NOT SATAN HIMSELF.
I.
AM.
YOUR WORST.
FUCKING.
NIGHTMARE.”
