Jimmy - "So, what's been happening? After the Main Event last week, you just ditched. Something come up?"
Seth gave Jimmy a sly look, and confidently answered with a smirk.
Seth – “Oh, you know, being on the poster for Summerslam gets you a lot of perks. I had one perk waiting for me after the show.”
Jimmy - "Oh yeah, let me guess. Brunette, tattoos and is a total bitch...wait, too close to home?"
Havoc took a swig of his drink as he winked at Seth.
Seth – “Your winking game is on point, but your guessing is kind of weak. A redhead actually.”
Seth winked back and took a swig of his drink as well.
Seth – “I’m sure you managed well without me for a while though, how’s hanging out with our new mate been?”
Jimmy - "He's got this raw and pure potential, he really has. The problem he has, though, is that he's sort of unwilling to forget about the past, he needs to wipe the slate clean and start again. Last Monday was a good start though, has a strange passion for fire though but who am I to call anyone strange? Got my eyes on a new one as well..."
Seth – “He’ll come around, eventually. Hopefully before setting us on fire, and I know you, I know who you have eyes on. You’re making great picks man, so far, The Broken are set to be the biggest deal in the company. Summerslam is our night!”
Jimmy - "I mean; the proof is in the name. I love when someone is Broken, I want to fix them and in the correct image. I won’t lie though, there's personal reasons in this one too, a connection, so to say. You're goddamn right though, said it all along, we are carrying that company and considering we are literally half the Summerslam, too right Summerslam belongs to us."
Havoc looks down in his drink, finishes it off and signals for two more.
Seth – “Hey, I’m not complaining, I’ve seen what your potential new recruit can do, the more, the merrier. The pay should be sweet too, with three title match victories, the two of us will have… Perks for days.”
The two drinks Havoc had ordered arrive, as Seth turns a confident smirk into a serious look.
Seth – “Let’s not fool ourselves though, it won’t be an easy night. Each match isolated, sure, we’d have that thing clutched… All these matches in a row, though…”
Jimmy - "It's gonna get tiring that's for sure. Bosses probably have it out for us, calling out Jericho probably didn't help too, that one is on me. What's the plan going forward then?"
Seth – “The bosses need a little reminder of who’s really running things, sometimes. They wanna stack the odds on us, let them be stacked, and we’ll break them down. As for the plan, well, we sure could use that other guy of yours.”
Seth half-jokingly said, as he continued drinking. Jimmy stopped dead, he seemed lost as Seth said the words. He takes a look at his drink and nervously says.
Jimmy - "Yeah, that'd be cool right? Bet you couldn’t handle it though!"
Seth – “Well, he can get pretty intense, and a little too psycho for my taste, but he could secure the entire night of Summerslam for The Broken.”
Jimmy put his hand in his jacket, took out a very small box and played about with it.
Jimmy - "Here's something to sink your teeth into...these, are the things keeping...that guy...locked away"
Jimmy slides the box over to Seth's side of the table
Jimmy - "I'm about due one, actually. I'll leave it up to you, give me a pill or put them in your pocket. Either way, it's on you."
Seth fiddles with the box just like Jimmy had just done in front of him. He opens it and takes one pill out, he answers as he stares at it.
Seth – “So you’re telling me… These little things hold back all that insanity?”
Seth smiles, and puts the pill back in the box, following it up with putting the box on the table.
Seth – “Summerslam will be a crazy night, and I think we’ll need our expert in insanity. But… It’s not all on me. I could easily keep these in my pocket, and let you bring out that psychopath, but I don’t want to win a match and have my partner immediately arrested. It’s on you too. Can you handle him?”
Jimmy - "I mean; I AM in control of my own body. That's why I have so many god damn scars. Let's not talk like he's a 3rd Partner in this. That IS me, just a heightened version, I'm still in there, just deep down and I do have some control in there. You know that other person I've got my eye on? The other guy like's her, keep her around in case things go awry."
Jimmy slides the box back over to Rollins
Jimmy - "But seriously, keep hold of them. I don't want to lose them; fuck knows what happens then."
Seth hesitates for a while. After a brief moment of contemplation, he looks over at Jimmy, and nods.
Seth – “They’re safe with me. If you go balls to the wall, I know who will get you less psychotic, I’ll get her. Don’t forget why we’re doing this, though, Summerslam is The Broken’s night.”
Seth places the box of pills in his pocket and keeps drinking.
Jimmy - "Alright cool, I can do this."
Jimmy downs what is left of his drink. Wipes his lips, puts his jacket on.
Jimmy - "I have to go, for obvious reasons. Too many people"
Seth - "Understandable, man. Take care, if shit hits the fan, let me know."
The two men shake hands and Havoc leaves, as Seth sits back down and calls for another drink.
A full hour had passed, since Jimmy walked out of the bar, yet Seth Rollins was still there. The scene opened on Seth, still in the same exact spot where he had been talking to his tag team partner, except there was now a very attractive blonde woman, where Havoc once sat. Seth was all smiles as he talked to this woman
Seth – “… So I’m gonna have two matches in one night, and they’re both for championships.”
Woman – “Wow, I saw your face on the poster, and couldn’t believe it when I saw you in here. A lot of new people are in town for this event, this Summerfest must be a big deal!”
Seth – “It’s Summerslam, and yeah, it’s the biggest party of the Summer… Well, at least, it is for winners like me. The guys I face aren’t going to be celebrating much.”
Seth gets suddenly distracted by a vibration of his phone, which is on the table. The screen lights up and shows
"1 TEXT FROM JIM - There's an Uber outside for you, its paid for and will bring you to me. Get in it."
Seth checks his phone and looks at the girl quickly, realising something is happening. He is about to speak when his phone vibrates again.
"1 TEXT FROM JIM - Now."
Seth looks at the girl, and, as he walks away, says his goodbyes, looking upset and concerned.
Seth – “Listen, I gotta go, but I’ll see you at EBWF Summerslam. I’ll be the one winning two titles in one night!”
Seth rushes out of the bar, having thrown money at the bartender, the scene fades to black as he gets in the Uber Jimmy sent for him. The scene opens back up as the cab pulls up to a huge warehouse, it stops and Seth gets out. He takes a look at his surroundings as the cab pulls away. Seth looks visibly distraught, and unaware of his surroundings
Seth - What the hell... What is this place?
Seth walks up to the front doors of the warehouse, he notices that the door is cracked up. He looks in and enters. There is an empty hall and stairs leading up to an office. He looks up and sees a light is on and can hear mild chatter. He continues up the stairs and opens the door. He is greeted by Jimmy Havoc standing over two bodies on individual tables, wrapped in duct tape. One is a bald, rather bulky man. The other is another large man, but his face is covered by a Brown Bag with a question mark on it.
Jimmy - "Seth! You made it! Sorry, I was just telling our friends here about you!"
Seth looks at the two bodies Havoc had prepared, as if he was trying to find out who they were.
Seth - "I am as surprised as you are that I made it with that awful driver. I'm even more surprised that the driver has a licence. The biggest shocker of them all is that you... made two friends in one hour. Where did you get these?"
Jimmy smiles, as he approaches Seth and places a hand on his shoulder.
Jimmy - "A good magician never reveals his tricks! However, I am neither a magician...or good for that matter. Drunk people will do anything for a free cab ride..."
He takes his hand off Seth and walks back to the bodies.
Jimmy - "But don’t worry, they won’t be getting drunk anymore. I've already sorted that; I didn’t want you to be involved in the business side of this deal. Just the pleasure, right?"
Seth nods in agreement, and looks over at Havoc
Seth – “I’m all for good deals, and it seems to me you have a good grasp on what’s best for business.”
Seth walks towards the bodies, standing beside Havoc.
Seth – “We know they’re not drinking anymore, but what are we here to do?”
Jimmy's smile widens.
Jimmy - "I'm glad you asked, let's call this a... 'bonding' experience."
Jimmy reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a gold knife and goes to hand it to Seth.
Jimmy - "I know how you like the gold deal, got it especially made for you. See the initials on the handle?"
Seth immediately accepts the knife and looks at the handle, it has the initials “SR” on them. It was Seth’s smile that was now widening.
Seth - “Oh, it’s beautiful. You shouldn’t have, man. Thanks, really. So I’m going to make a wild guess, a total shot in the dark… We’re here to put this…”
Seth lifts up the knife and looks at it, before pointing it at the bodies,
Seth – “… In those”
Jimmy brandishes his own knife, silver from top to bottom and in pristine condition.
Jimmy - "Well, when you say it so ugly like that. Yeah! I like to call it Anger Management, you can say what you want to these fuckers and they don't mind. You can do...whatever you want with them, they also don't mind that ether."
Jimmy takes his knife by the handle and puts it into the bald man's hand
Jimmy - "See!? Didn't even flinch! He's a trooper this one. That one, however. I know nothing about him"
Seth looks surprised, even stunned for a while, before regrouping.
Seth – “Alright, maybe I could have worded it better. I see you got your hands on that one, see, I’m a little different when it comes to these things, I’m not into all-out violence, I like mystery. The danger of the unknown is far more exciting.”
Without a single stab or cut, Seth runs the tip of his knife along the lines of the question mark on the paper bag that hid the man’s identity.
Seth – “In the dark, you never know when a foe will strike.”
As he said this, he made a cut on the mystery man, that went from one shoulder to the other. He smirked as he looked at what he had done.
Jimmy - "I like your style; this is why we make a good team. You make the plans and work ways around the oppositions whilst I ignore your plans and hit people"
As Jimmy says this he makes one sudden stab into the bald man’s chest, blood starts to seep out as he takes the knife back out.
Jimmy - "It's no secret that I picked a large, bald quite old man for a reason. Would you agree that he kinda looks like our Tag Team Champion Bully Ray! Quite the resemblance, wouldn't you agree?"
Seth looks over at the bald man, whose chest had now spilled out a copious amount of blood. He tilted his head to one side, and then the other, as if he was analysing every aspect of the man’s face.
Seth – “The resemblance is uncanny, you really can pick’em. You sure that’s not actually him? Because if it is, we might be having an easy Summerslam after all.”
Seth, whilst appearing distracted, cut another line, parallel to the previous one, but this time, closer to the abdomen of the unknown man.
Seth – “It kind of makes me wonder if this guy looks like his partner.”
Jimmy - "Maybe, that is his partner. I mean, what could Bully Ray have up his sleeve? D-Von? Spike? RVD? Tommy Dreamer? All of those options are viable for him whilst being completely useless because at the end of the day, it doesn't matter. The result will always be the same.”
As Jimmy says the last sentence, he slides the knife over the man’s throat and allows the blood to flow out. Seth cuts a line from the center of each parallel line, going from the chest to the middle of the abdomen. In the middle of the very cut he just made, he draws a third line over the ribs, which made a cross in the middle of his torso.
Seth – “RVD being his partner? Give me a break, Rob can’t even find his way to the arena most times, let alone a championship he hasn’t earned. Nonetheless, old Bully Ray probably thinks he has the psychological advantage because we don’t know his partner.”
Connecting the tips of the lines that made the cross, Seth kept cutting away at his victim. He cut a circle, as the blood continued pouring out of his body.
Jimmy - "What is even the point of this Tag Division anyway? Bully Ray’s partner left, he got Tyler Breeze and now Tyler has got up and split as well. Leaving Big Bully scrambling to find yet another partner, this tag division is..."
Jimmy stops and slightly laughs to himself
Jimmy - "Broken. That's why we are here, because you can fucking guarantee that we will win those belts and hold them until we can’t breathe anymore, until I am just a body on a table, I won’t give up those belts."
Jimmy violently stabs the knife into the bald man’s eye.
Jimmy - "But let’s talk about Bully shall we!? By now he must have trust issues, first ECW Collapses, he loses his partner over in Connecticut. He ditches his partner in Nashville and now he's trying to re-kindle his Tag Team fire. I'm sure he's gonna grab a little camera and drivel on about how I’m just a man with Anger issues and how Seth is just gonna stab me in the back at whatever opportunity arises and I like that, I truly do. I love it when superstar after superstar underestimate me and Seth because one by one they suddenly realise that they haven’t quite met anyone like us."
Seth chuckled quietly, completely at ease with the eye stabbing behind him, as he made precise unseen cuts in his victim.
Seth – “You know, I do love that they hammer on about me betraying you whenever opportunity arises. I mean, even if I did stab you in the back, at least it’d be with this badass golden knife, which cuts like a charm.”
Seth’s smirk vanished suddenly.
Seth – “They all have underestimated us from day one, and they all have fallen at our feet. Even their beloved underdog. See, you’re right, Bully’s going to do his usual shtick, and say he’s better because he’s won this and that, but the usual won’t work, because WE aren’t the usual.”
Jimmy - "Precisely, we are The Broken. The bringers of pain and the odd ones out in this company. We are the ones you can’t prepare for; we are the ones you cannot bear at all. We are the harbingers of our own Victory and you can be fucking sure that We will be the EBWF Tag Team Champions by the end of the night. Let’s put it simply, Bully and your oh so 'mystery' partner, bring all that you've got but prepare for disappointment when it’s not enough.
Jimmy stabs the bald man's upper chest numerous times as he talks, he reaches inside the man’s chest and brings out his heart.
Jimmy - "Bully, just like our little friend was. You are drunk, drunk on your own ego and quite frankly we will also leave you empty and with nothing left to live for...leaving only one thing left to do, to rip the heart out from your very body."
Jimmy drops his knife to the floor and looks over to Seth for reassurance. Seth realizes what happened behind him, stopped what he was doing and looked over at Havoc.
Seth – “Yet, even as your beating heart slowly brings itself to a halt, you’ll realize that you weren’t even that important, that we have our sights on even more accolades, that you are just one more rung to step on as The Broken rise through the ranks.”
The scene pans out to show Seth had been cutting his crosshair logo into his victim.
Seth – “You will realize, Bully, yours isn’t the only chest we’ve locked our targets on.
Seth walks over to Jimmy and places his hand on his shoulder, as he stares at the heart.
Jimmy - "How will it feel to know that on a night that you lost the one thing that matters to you, wasn’t even the one thing that mattered to us? How will it feel to know you're just another bump in the road? When the night is over, I will stand by Seth and Baron, raise both mine and their hands high as we once again prove to everyone that we, The Broken, are the most dominant force in this company. Bully, you can eat your heart out."
Jimmy places the heart into the bald man's mouth, he sighs a deep breath and closes his eyes. He opens them suddenly and places his forehead on Seth’s.
Jimmy - "At Summerslam we dine with wolves, we dance with death and we fight the odds. I know you and you know me. Together, we can accomplish anything. I trust you."
Seth’s eyes widen as well as he is staring into Havoc’s eyes, intensely.
Seth – “At Summerslam, we will accomplish everything in our grasp. I trust you. At Summerslam, The Broken take over.”
Jimmy motions to Seth to leave as he begins walking away.
Jimmy - "Quite a fucking nice drawing too, oh and I probably shouldn’t have to mention this but, be sure to clean that knife up. Oh and you're driving me to..."
The scene fades away as both men leave their bled out victims.