Friend or Foe?
Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2016 5:50 pm
Havoc: I’ve been with you such a long time, you’re my sunshine and I want you to know that my feelings are true…I really love you… oooo you’re my best friend.
A voice could be heard from behind the camera.
“Queen? Really?”
A light began to shine from a cracked door labelled “Furnace C”, THE singing became louder and louder as the camera got closer.
Havoc: I’ve been wandering round but I still come back to you, In rain or shine, you’ve stood by me girl. I’m happy at home…oooo you’re my best friend
The cameraman pushed the door open and revealed a dirty Jimmy Havoc stood in the middle of the room closing a solid metal furnace door, with a slam the door shut and the lock was turned. Out the corner of his eye he noticed the cameraman in the doorway and an unusually large smile came across his face.
Havoc: “Hey! Whats up brother!? Nice of you to show up mate! Dont worry, im pretty much done here. What are you here for again? Oh wait, you want me to say some stuff about Styles and do some shock value stuff right?”
The camera panned up to Havoc’s face and zoomed out to show his full body. He was wearing a black shirt, casual jeans and skate shoes with an apron over the top, seemingly covered in blood. A voice came from behind the camera…
“I’m not sure Jim, you requested a camera here.”
Havoc looked puzzled for a second.
Havoc: “Did i? Oh well, must have forgot in all this madness and fun. How time flies when you’re burning people to a crisp! Anyway, come round here. I have a nice table set up for you.”
The camera stopped dead.
“for me? Jimmy, I dont want to go on...the table”
Jimmy shook his head.
Havoc: “Not like that you tit. For me to sit at, I dont kill EVERYONE. Jesus, all of you people paint me in the wrong light.”
A sigh of relief came from behind the camera and it followed Havoc through some paper curtains into an office type room with a sole table in the middle, Havoc stood adjacent to the camera on the other side.
Havoc: “Now i know what you’re thinking. I know exactly what you think i’m gonna say. You’re thinking im gonna stand here and say how much AJ Styles is a bad wrestler and how good I am and how much i’m gonna beat him to a bloody pulp and all that shit and...while I will do all those things. That’s not what I want to talk about. I know you all think i’m the evil dude here, how im such a bad guy for ‘stealing’ the IC title from Baron when I was actually doing him a massive favour. Baron is a damn fine wrestler who made the best decision in joining The Broken. He’s just not ready for the calibre of the Intercontinental Championship, imagine him losing that belt to Sami Zayn on his first defence? It would be terrible. Now, unfortunately I lost the Breakout in the melee and Baron knows how much I adore that belt and has assured me that he will treat it as such. Plus he gets to beat up nerds like Matt Sydal and Mark Andrews for fun. Speaking of Sydal, what’s this little gang youve got together talking in rhymes? Did you take a wrong turn somewhere? Seems like that kinda shit would be more welcome in Chikara or a shitty Anime movie. Please dont start spouting off about how you’re the best Group going because you know you’d just be lying to yourself. Anyway, Baron! Yes! Baron will beat up you nerds on his own.”
The cameramans voice came from behind the camera again.
“Didnt Baron beat Seth for the belt? Wouldnt that make him worthy enough? Whats happened to Seth anyway?”
Jimmys expression completely changed.
Havoc: “Seth is...elsewhere. He was beaten by Sami Zayn and Baron in consecutive weeks. He has a right to be angry and he’s gone to vent at a location only I know about. He’ll be back, I cant disclose anymore because...well, wheres the fun in that? Yes, Baron beat a broken down and exhausted Seth Rollins. Fuck, Matt Sydal could do that man! Seth is my right hand man, I know what he’s doing at all times because thats how close we are. Seth deserves some time off, i changed him alot and It can take it out of you if you rush in and boy...did Seth rush in. He was born for it but at some point your conscience creeps back in and that's what happened. Simple. Anymore questions, shitbag?”
The camera shook to show that no further questions will be asked.
Havoc: “Good! Anyway, AJ Styles. Whats the problem buddy? You got a big return because apparently you hadnt been seen in ages...but lets ignore the fact you were in a 4 way with Seth, Shelley and Cesaro..eh? Big return for a big star! Big AJ! He won the belt! I was happy for you AJ. I may be a so called ‘bad guy’ but I was genuinely happy for AJ winning the belt because well, I dont like Chris Jericho at all. Authority with the belt who doesnt show up on Warfare apart from shit highlight reels and contract signings? No thanks. I’m a champion who shows up week in and week out and quite frankly Chris, you dont deserve that title. Even more so that you won it because fucking Wes helped you. What are you doing out of your cage Ikeda? You’re buddy Chris needed your help and you jumped up out of your office chair to sprint to his side. Suprised you didnt pop a hip or some shit, AJ we may go to war tonight but if you need a hand dealing with this power hungry fucks just let me know because im chomping at the bit to get my hands on both of them.”
Jimmy cracked his neck and rolled it from left to right as he finished his sentence.
Havoc: “While that stands AJ, im quite going to war by your side but tonight...we go to war as enemies. Across the ring from one another both with reasons to unleash hell on each other. You need to win, a comeback after your loss to Jericho and I need to win because I want to prove to, not only you, but to Ikeda and Jericho that im a force to be reckoned with. In and out of that ring I have proved to all of you that i am damn fucking worthy of taking on anyone and everyone one way or another. I am sick and bloody tired of being called a Brian Kendrick wannabe or just another flash in the pan. I have been on Warfare since my debut, where have you been Jericho? AJ? Wes? Every show, i turned up. Every show, i put money in your pockets. Every show, I went out there and made those tickets worth buying whether its the things I say or the things i do. I am one of a kind, you cant let something like me slip at all. Wes Ikeda knows this, but im worried hes afraid ive gone too far or he hasnt got me under control anymore. AJ tonight, I will do everything I can with every ounce of my being to make sure I beat you 1,2,3. After the match I will shake your god damn hand and i will have your god damn back, if you dont want it then fine. You’ve got my number, give me a call if you want an exterminator to clear the rats out...okay?”
Jimmy clears his throat.
Havoc: “Hey Cameraguy, come here. I got a secret I wanna tell you about my next promo”
The camera leans in closer and a groan can be heard. The camera drops a few inches but stops and a large thud is heard.
The camera is shuffled around until Havoc is holding it facing himself.
Havoc: “Shock value...right?”
Havoc winks at the camera as it shuts off. It is brought back into life with Havoc once again holding it towards himself. Banging and screams for help are heard in the background.
Havoc: “I made a special furnace, just for you lot. Maybe you’d like to see what I do for fun here huh? Imagine me, Jimmy Havoc as the EBWF World Champion watching the EBWF fall into chaos and combustion as the one true Villain of this industry stands atop the mountain. Leva by my side, Baron fending off the scum. I may want to see the Authority fall, but im still wanting it all to myself. I can be a damn great ally and an even worse enemy. AJ, I ain't asking you to join The Broken. All im saying is, choose wisely. Or… stuff may happen.”
The camera gets turned around as we see a furnace with the cameraman inside, knocked out and laying on his front. The furnace has a glass front with a gold handle. You see Havoc’s hand go towards the dials on the furnace as he turns it all the way up...the flames start to engorge the man inside.
Havoc: “Now this...this is the best part”.
The man suddenly wakes up and realises his fate, he bangs on the glass whilst the skin on his body turns all colours of red, black and grey from the flames. His eyebrows and eyelashes begin to fall off and his hair begins to singe. You see his eyes roll around his head as the skin on his face begins to turn completely black, still struggling as his last dying action he bangs on the glass door once more as his hand slides down the door in defeat.
Havoc: “I thought he’d last longer...oh well.”
The camera suddenly shuts off.